Notes - consciousness in Soki's Choice / Ch. 20 nfd

      Mid-morning. You are waiting for Carol to come downstairs to be ready to go on errands. You are also waiting for Jill to arrive as it is house cleaning day. - Amorella

       0946 hours. The weather is cool and brisk while the sky is a California blue and sunny at least from where I sit in the living room looking north by northeast between the trees. From here we have a green wall of high honeysuckle and trees in the background. People don't like honeysuckle but it was here before we were and it is now fifteen feet tall, maybe taller and covered with small white flowers. The small birds love it. People say it is not of our natural habitat. As far as I am concerned the world is no worse for honeysuckle than it is for Homo sapiens. No, I am not comparing the two. Maybe I am. Sometimes my cynical nature gives rise. Life is life, no question about it. Life is also unfair. Comparing people is not much better but there is more solidification to it than comparing people to plants. Compare and contrast this is what people do. This what we did and do to healthfully stay alive. We don't want to drink or eat natural poisonous material. We compare 'consciousness' too. (1002)

       Carol wants to wait until Jill arrives so we have some time. First, let's work on chapter twenty, after look at dishwashers on Consumer's Report online. - Amorella

       You finished your errands and bought drinks at McD's on the way to Rose Hill Cemetery. You are facing west under the shade of a maple more toward the south end because someone is mowing next to your usual shady spot. Carol is beginning Chapter Sixty-Four. You are ready to work on chapter twenty. - Amorella

       1138 hours. It is really a beautiful Spring day. We are down here with the 'Bishop's' and 'Shurts'' to my left and 'Middleton' and 'Mont' to my right and some right nice large tall trees directly west. I can see part of our northern neighbors just beyond the fence dressed in tall green foliage. I'm ready to work.

       Mid-afternoon. At twelve twenty-seven you stopped work on chapter twenty. You had lunch at Smashburgers, stopped at Kroger's for bread and headed back to Rose Hill. Carol is walking while you are sitting in the shade, facing west near the Whitaker mausoleum. - Amorella

Whitaker Mausoleum, Rose Hill Cemetery

(photo taken from the car)

       1445 hours. I would like to continue with chapter twenty.

       Why? It is completed. - Amorella

       1447 hours. It didn't seem so to me at the time. I didn't know Soki was going to talk on consciousness.

       He is making a point as to how consciousness is being treated in story. - Amorella

       1448 hours. I don't remember what he said exactly other than consciousness is the key between 'being' and 'being whole'; something to that effect (at least as far as the book is concerned.

       The blog too . . . "without the subtle wholeness of heartansoulanmind the human spiritual potential cannot be realized. - Amorella"

       1453 hours. Did I copy your words correctly above?

       You did, drop quote marks about them for emphasis. - Amorella

       1455 hours. The sentence is declarative but this cannot be treated as a fact.

       Soki declares it as a fact within the fictional Soki's Choice. - Amorella

       1500 hours. At least I might see the revelation of such a concept in a fiction. That's better than nothing.

       Indeed, it is. Post upon return to the house. - Amorella

       You just transferred two photos taken yesterday, 'mimosa & mausoleum' and 'mimosa'. Drop them into yesterday's posting when convenient. Add 'two photos' to title, and also drop in Chapter Twenty, nfd. - Amorella

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Twenty ©2017, rho -  nfd of Soki's Choice

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            Morning, Blake lies in bed mulling his thoughts. These people know no more than we on such metaphysical things though they are twenty thousand years ahead of us. These people are no wiser than we; otherwise they wouldn't have stumbled around in our initial meetings. Friendly, Hartolite and even Yermey appear polite, kind and mannerly. We can be polite, kind and mannerly also. They are no better than we are when it comes to knowing who we are and why we are here. You would think they would have learned something about hearts and souls, given they have had more time to develop criteria. You would have thought that machinery like Ship would have a soul by now, like suggested in the film Ex Machina. We have had several moves on the subject already. We think we are that close, but the artificial intelligence is just like we are but less heart-bound. No, that might not be true. Ship appears to have developed an artificial emotional heart of sorts.

            A short time later Blake knocks on Pyl and Justine's door. Within minutes the three were
walking the hall to breakfast. No sooner than they were settled with coffee, tea, milk, juice and bowls of cereal that Hartolite and Friendly entered into the room with Yermey following. Following his sister's eyes Blake realizes Pyl is attracted to Yermey but dismisses it thinking, I'm attracted to the man too. Blake wonders if Justin is going to show a hint of jealousy.  "Friendly," he says, "last night we were talking about the soul. I am interested; do you feel the soul is as intellectually and emotionally charged as we feel the mind and the heart are?"

            Friendly smiles graciously, glances at her comrades, and responds, “we think of the soul as neutral and endless; the Mother Pouch in macrocosm.

            Hartolite adds. "Our species and your own have similar thoughts about souls, hearts and minds. We consider them a trinity whereas you do not. Otherwise, each or all has no physics, thus take up no space within our physical selves. That is if you consider heartanmind to be spiritual-like energies touching the thought processes."

            "We discern the spirit, the heartansoulanmind to be in our friends also; just as you do," reinforces Friendly, “each is in our individual selves but it is also spiritually commune, at least that’s our culture’s view.”

            Blake comments somewhat in dismay, "You are some twenty-thousand years ahead of us and you are no further along on the subject? Last night, Yermey said that you have machinery that can detect a person's soul."

            "This is easier to say in our home language and loses something in translation. Our machinery cannot quantify the soul. Homo sapiens 'know' what their soul is when it is felt. It is not the heart or the mind but something else entirely. It exists and we can accept it or not.

            “We would never think to weigh a  heartansoulanmind,” mutters Yermey in the dullness of the presentation. "It is madness to think on such a point."

            Pyl touches Yermey's hand with compassion, "It is madness; this is not how we three imagine the soul. We don't find the mind or even the soul as nearly as mysterious as the human heart." Her sentence ended in a softly humane smile.

            "That is another subject," comments Justin. “First, what can we say about the soul that we six can agree with?

            "We can say," declares Yermey, "that the heartansoulanmind is immortal."

            Justin comments, "You continue to say heart and soul and mind like it is one word."

            "We look at it as if it were one so when speaking in English it flows as one word," responds Friendly ever so reserved and polite in this subject area.

            Justin thinks, Yermey makes one’s heart and soul and mind sound like a trinity. With energetic curiosity Justin asks, "How did you come by these three words in one?"

            Friendly reasons, "I think it is our physical pouches that make the initial differences in our species, that is, our pouches provide a genuine difference on how we view the world." She glances to Yermey to continue.

            Yermey says, "Early on we were just like you. We had our families of hunters and gatherers, our tribes and our separate territories."

            "Particularly when we felt we were stuck on a single planet," interrupts Hartolite.

            "Yes," replies Yermey with eyes on Hartolite, "when we were on a single planet." He paused with wide eyes and open thought and remarks, "Growing pouched is a community. We are heartansoulanmind first. Growing pouched is as much psychological as it is physical in our species. Our small groups evolved from the pouch concept. This group evolves into our species as a family unit. We are connected physically through sharing, just as our individual heartsanminds share an individual soul, an immortal shell," Yermey pauses to gather himself from talking too fast, "to us, the shell is but an extension of the pouch, you see."

            Being open, frank and a bit irritated with Yermey’s somewhat dogmatic style and mixing logic, Pyl looks Yermey in the eye and says, "I have a womb, not a pouch. What's that worth to you Yermey?”

            Yermey smiles cautiously as if he is about to be caught in a trap. He says, "I may have misspoken earlier. We have no proof the heartansoulanmind is immortal. Metaphysics as you call it is not so appreciable in the scientific methodology. What do you think on this Dr. Pyl? Can real metaphysics be reasoned?

            Pyl answers in a reasonably sarcastic tone, "Can hearts be reasoned, Yermey, can souls?"

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            Soki on the page. Both species mistake reason with intent, with consciousness. Physics appears to have an order to it because it does in the material world. Spiritual nature is singular. Consciousness is singular and communal. Without consciousness, the heart and soul and mind cannot function. Consciousness is but a word without grammar. Grammar is as gravity if you will. From this reason is formed. Spiritual entities, such as Betweeners, such as myself are articulations of fields or layers in which grammar and consciousness sit. Order is secondary, an illusion, a shadowy world within spiritual nature; consciousness illuminates a sense of order where it does not exist. A spirit is an existence that is felt first, as is the soul, the heart and the mind. The brain, the spine, the nerves attachments to the organs of sight, sound, touch, taste, and smell are a biochemical physical apparatus that exists as an existential unit of being without illumination. Consciousness is a mirror to the physical, a potential correction to the physical world, an adjustment to the non-physical, an adjustment to what reality is with consciousness, a self-consciousness and a communal consciousness.

            66.7 reading ease / 7.2 grade level/ 1198 words

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