Mid-afternoon. You are at the mostly treed canoe livery park on the west side of the Little Miami and have finished your Subway picnic lunches. Carol is reading a new T. Rowe Price The Investor before delving back into Grisham's The King of Torts this partly cloudy Saturday. - Amorella
1434 hours. It is indeed a very pleasant day and Carol brought up the picnic. I napped this morning but I also did my exercises. I feel it necessary to return to the routine because the 'workout' helps ease the daily lower back pain overall. I have been content relaxing -- taking a break from the fuller 'writing' routine. Alas, I am a writer not a novelist (one of my childhood-oriented dreams). Basically, I have been slowly working on making what novels I have written better, that is more concise but not necessarily better novels. Here is my plot. Earthlings are visited by alien marsupial humanoids who invite them to their three planet system on the other side of the Milky Way. The earthlings see how they live and realize earthlings can never live 'such a good life' because human beings are not so easily built for it. Earthly pride would rule and there is no way humans would accept such a better life because they didn't think of it first and couldn't live by it and remain honest to being the creatures they are, and they are not marsupial humanoid, they are Homo sapiens who have had to adapt to different rules that work here but not on three planets. Eventually, the Earthlings are driven back to Earth where the few Marsupial humanoid friends choose to live a more rugged lifestyle in a less tame civilized society. Why? because after being around the human condition the aliens are not sure they live so much better after all. The only ones who meet their more personal objectives are Ship and Onesixanzero who feel they have mastered a path to the immortality that both the Homo sapiens and the Marsupial humanoids will have upon their consciousness(es) surviving physical death.
Carol is on Chapter 14, p. 311, and stopping. Heading home which is at eight hundred feet, down along the river it is five hundred some feet according to your Garmin. This is a surprise to you; the river valley is deeper than you thought. >--> You drove home. Tim mowed the yard and Carol is working on weeds in the flower gardens. Post. - Amorella
You are at the very busy Kroger's on Mason-Montgomery for a few items. - Amorella
1637 hours. This place is always busy and there are two other Kroger's less than four miles away from this one, one's two miles away. It is really amazing most of these people live nearby. Boy, a really nice new dark Mercedes sedan drove by. It has an auto-drive lite if I remember right. With the Avalon I may have to wait until the 2019 model. Whenever, I'll feel better with auto brake but I'd like auto-drive lite too.
Is auto-drive becoming a need rather than a want? - Amorella
1646 hours. No. I'd feel better with it but honestly, I'm still a good driver. I drive as a profession at least on the open road. In town is where I am more likely to error, mostly on braking, short distance. I do try to actively watch for this sort of happenstance however. I like our cars. I'm a car guy. Two thousand years ago I would have probably been interest in the horse and chariot races; shoot, not even two hundred years ago for the horse and sulky if they had such.
Late evening. You had a leftover supper, watched NBC and ABC News and episode three of season one of "Midsomer Murders" on Netflix before turning off the television and Carol moving upstairs to read. - Amorella
2208 hours. I am ready for bed and my mind brings up a question about my soul. I go back to the posting on 7 July.
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From earlier posting on 7 July
1228 hours. Indeed, this is a wonderful feeling. Nothing makes me freer than having no debt.
You have a debt, boy, but it is spiritual not material. - Amorella
1230 hours. In here everyone pays the Boatman or the Piper, one or the other. Is this what you are referring to?
Partly. - Amorella
1239 hours. Who or what else do I owe?
Yourself. - Amorella
1240 hours. How can I be in debt to myself? Repenting for my sins, that sort of thing?
You are in debt to your soul; that is your heartanmind are in debt to your soul. - Amorella
1243 hours. I had not thought that.
Selected from 7 July 2017 posting
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2216 hours. Back in the 1980's I had a psychological-like event where I thought my original soul was taken away and I received a new one. The word 'dove' was one of the key words. I remember that at the moment Amorella wrote "You are in debt to your soul" I flashed to the earlier event and immediately thought 'Which soul am I in debt to?" I don't know why I remember this presently, but as I did I wrote it down at 2208 hours tonight.
2235 hours. I checked and found an earlier reference to this exchange of souls event on 3 March 2014.
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03 MARCH 2014
Notes - consistency in experiences / shut up
Mid-morning. You and Carol shoveled
about four inches of fine snow from the driveway and sidewalk. It is quite cold
with the wind. You are cleaned up and within the hour you will be heading to
the doctor’s office for your scheduled appointment. – Amorella
0944
hours. I was surprised how difficult it was shoveling this morning. The snow is
heavy but fine like salt granules. Jadah needs warmed so enough for now.
Mid-afternoon. Your morning at the
doctor’s took longer because you had an EKG and then had to go to Bethesda
North Outpatient Imaging for a chest X-ray and blood work. You had a late lunch
at Panera/Chipotle and are now at Pine Hill Lakes Park watching kids and adults
riding down the snow covered hills on various snow sliding vehicles – some of
which (plastic platforms) you have never seen before. Everybody appears to be
having fun in the cold and snow. – Amorella
1500
hours. We haven’t been over to observe. I think school was cancelled today
after a two-hour delay. Lakota Schools were; I assume Mason’s were also. Carol
is reading a new Money magazine – one of her favorites since we returned to the
States in 1972. That doesn’t seem so long ago. A lot of people born and a lot
of people have died during that time. I wonder if there is (in the fiction) any
co-mingling of the pre-born and the Dead. How would that work anyway?
In here, logic being as it is, souls are
attached to their heartansoul permanently but for one aspect, perhaps two.
Without a soul the heartanmind could not survive physical death. Yet, you once
experienced an exchange of one soul for another during those mystical-like days
in 1988. – Amorella
1528 hours. Carol wanted to come home, so here
we are. We’ve talked about that ‘event’ before I believe. In any case I give
that one up to an over active imagination. That was during the time of the
‘ghostly hallway incident’ I don’t remember. Carol and Kim were watching
television on the lower floor of the bi-level. I suddenly had the feeling of
‘leaving my body’ and somehow I sensed that something left (I thought in the
concept of a white dove soaring out to the left (east) and another soaring in
from the right (west) to take its place. I was lying on our bed head at the
north. Why do you bring up this? Once you do then I have to re-collected the
event in my head.
You say the ‘ghost in the hallway’
was an incident while the seeming ‘exchange of souls’ was an event. Why? In
context what is the difference between an incident and an event? – Amorella
I don't know.
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incident – noun
1 incidents in his youth: event, occurrence,
episode, experience, happening, occasion, proceeding, eventuality, affair,
business; adventure, exploit, escapade; matter, circumstance, fact, development.
2 police were
investigating the incident: disturbance, fracas, melee, commotion, rumpus, scene; fight,
skirmish, clash, brawl, free-for-all, encounter, conflict, ruckus,
confrontation, altercation, contretemps; informal ruction.
3 the journey was not without
incident: excitement, adventure, drama; danger, peril.
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event – noun
1 an annual event: occurrence,
happening, proceeding, incident, affair, circumstance, occasion, phenomenon;
function, gathering; informal bash.
2 the team lost the
event: competition, contest, tournament, round, heat, match, fixture;
race, game, bout.
From Oxford-American software
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1544 hours. This doesn’t provide much
help. Both were occurrences.
An ‘occurrence’ is not thought of
as imaginary. It might be a ‘happening’ or an ‘incident’, but those aren’t
normally related to a fancied invention or a figment. – Amorella
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figment – noun
a figment of his very creative imagination: invention, creation,
fabrication; hallucination, illusion, delusion, fancy, vision.
Oxford-American software
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1553 hours. Within the framework of ‘figment’
the only other word that fits is ‘invention’. The ghost in the hallway was
probably a delusion of sorts, who knows. The exchanging of souls was an
unconscious fabrication. That’s the best and simplest way to explain what
occurred. Okay, I am back to what I thought earlier. I must have been in an
illusion of sort that I was having, from time to time, mystical-like
experiences. I don’t feel that way today. Even then I was always opening to
questioning these things. Maybe they were out and out hallucinations, but if so
I wasn’t on drugs or alcohol or anything of that sort. It was probably a
temporal lobe problem – left or right I don’t remember. I am not looking up
those bloody notes from 1988 even if there were any. What good is this
Amorella? Why have me go through all this stuff from time to time?
I mention this from time to time to
see if you are consistent. I like consistency, boy. – Amorella
1604 hours. That you do Amorella and I am glad
for it, otherwise I could not have written these books originally or re-write
them now.
Post. - Amorella . . . . [I bold typed the specifics on the soul exchange.]
Above selected
from blog posting 3 March 2014
2242 hours. I am sure there are earlier references also in the blog. In any case, from your perspective Amorella, was there an exchange of souls?
It appears you think there might have been, but without proof it is nothing more than imagination from being swept up metaphysically, as it were, in the event. It fits as a transmeditational 'thought'. Post. - Amorella
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