06 July 2017

Notes - on apprehension / window-washers / layers


         Late morning. You drove over to Quick Clips for a haircut but Maryann is busy until for about forty-five minutes so you came home to wait on this shower laden muggy day. Carol, Ann F. and her friend, Mary, are leaving for the monthly Blue Ash luncheon at Slats at twelve-twenty-five so the Toyota will have to be driven (by you) instead of the Honda (Carol's favorite). You had a rough arthritic morning but are feeling less lower back pain as the day wears on. - Amorella

         1040 hours. I only have about 35 minutes before returning to Great Clips and I don't have anything specific to ruminate on anyway.

         You find yourself drawn to Europe and how Trump is going to cope (or not) with the situation there as well as in North Korea. - Amorella

         1044 hours. I keep thinking about how it was in the Cuban Missile Crisis -- I don't like the fact somebody might not have his head screwed on straight and make a foolish mistake that would most likely lead to a very messy conventional war with North Korea. I cannot imagine China or Russia going nuclear over North Korea, but who knows. I don't know why I get apprehensive over something I can do nothing about.

         You do not like not having control over your life. You know this from when you were apprehensive about flying in your younger days -- what did you do? You learned how to fly a small plane virtually with software, a yoke and flap pedals, etc. Nothing you can do about the world at large, boy, so you have the apprehension. - Amorella

         1056 hours. You are right I'm sure, Amorella. Nothing any of us can do. Later.

         Post. - Amorella`

         1154 hours. This is an odd question, Amorella, and more oddly it is not a question I would ask. "Do you as a Betweener ever have any run-ins with Angels?"

         Maryann did an excellent job with your hair today and though you had a coupon to use you gave her the money you usually do and the coupon too. She was surprised and accepting. You feel good for having done so, spur of the moment that it was. - Amorella

         1203 hours. I felt good about it, but it didn't seem right to write about even though it drifted through my mind (because it was about me).

         You mean it was about feeling good about doing an unselfish deed. - Amorella

         1205 hours. It does not feel right to embellish one's self. Thought is not me exactly, I like to think I thought, real thought (these are rare I suppose), as somewhat impersonal, that a real thought can stand on its own no matter who says it.

         This brings me around to the question, 'if it wasn't you, who was asking about me, the Amorella, having a run-in with angels?'

         1224 hours. I assume the question was from my sub or unconscious so I was hoping you could tell me. . . . I don't care, Amorella. It is a dumb question that doesn't relate to anything imaginable. Forget it.

         Angel is a foreign word to me . . . window-washer will do. Window-washers buffer the physics, they make Reality clearer. - Amorella

         1241 hours. Out of the blue, of course. Reality capitalized meaning with metaphysics, that is, physics and metaphysics are a Reality.

         That will do, at least in here that is the way it is. - Amorella

         1243 hours. In "here" meaning within the creativity of our bookmaking and blog?

         Yes, of course, man. We have to work with something and as I, the Amorella, exist here in the physics and metaphysics, it is a reasonable expectation for window-washers to exist in relationship to one's combined heartansoulanmind. Post. - Amorella

         1247 hours. This is as good a stopping place as any. 

         2239 hours. We had Papa John's pizza for supper, watched NBC and ABC News along with three more episodes of the first season of the Amazon detective show, "Bosch".  Carol is upstairs reading and I am still wondering on the metaphysical concept of a 'window washer'. I love concepts because they are seeds of imagination in my mind. I picture them as 'bots' endlessly dark cleaning the 'colored glass' separating the local physics from the local metaphysics in the heartansoulanmind. It is a simple personally local concept, a microcosm; even heartansoulanmind is a microcosm of something much grander and universal within and without any number of legitimate multiple universes with corresponding metaphysical layers plied with a collective of intensities beyond the reach of a singular heartansoulanmind. (2258)

         Post, boy, before you get carried away.   - Amorella

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