Mid-afternoon. You had a very
good lunch at Longhorn and are presently waiting for Carol at Kroger's on
Mason-Montgomery Road. You signed for another document relating to the M/I
Design Center and have until 10 October to make changes without a charge. Earlier
you stopped by Pelfrey for a copy of your 2016 taxes, part of the authentication
needed to show you can buy the house. That's the focus this week. - Amorella
1542 hours. It's a warm, humid and partly-cloudy
day. This house business is overwhelming our thoughts which was/is expected. I
just forgot how it can be. The really positive aspect is that we are letting
the grass grow under our feet any longer. Something would have to be done
eventually so we took charge to do it now. It is hard to think on the Dead and
the esoteric dimensional worlds between or among here and there. Living demands
its due. We continually pay the Piper for the privilege of being conscious within
this realm of physical substance.
It doesn't take much to let go, orndorff.
How would it be building a house in the spiritual world? You know the answer.
Merlyn builds a small cabin (Thoreau-like) in the spirit woods in your story.
His focus is on a comfortable semi-private place to rest when the desire
overtakes him. - Amorella
1623 hours. Groceries are put away and I turned the
fan on in the living room for comfort. It seems to me that the consciousness
continuing after being physically dead would want a home-place of sorts since
it had been accustom to a physical body for orientation. It is difficult to
think in terms of a spiritual-like GPS to let 'self' know when it is home
resting and when not. Merlyn made up his own place to fit with his imagined environment.
That's the key, in here. Imagination. Some time, way back in the blog
you said "without imagination you can't have hope," and I'm going
only with that premise. After all, who would anyone be without her or his
imagination? Who would she or he have become in the first place without
imagination? - Amorella
Still, without an environment, how would an imagination grow?
Something worth thinking on as you are building a new physical home to go with your well experienced physical body (brain/knowledge included). Post. - Amorella
1637 hours. If 'well experienced' means 75 years
then I can accept this, though who would have thought I'd have lasted this long? For at least all of my
second 15 years in life I was sure I
would not live longer than thirty.
You didn't have the imagination for it before thirty. - Amorella
You had a slice of wheat bread with honey, crunchy peanut butter topped
with a sprinkle of raisins for supper periodically followed with a glass of ice
water. You NBC and ABC News, an episode of "Tiny Houses" on HGTV followed
with the first third of "The Rachel Maddow Show" where a retired
military expert at NBC predicted that as of now there is a fifty-fifty chance
of a war between North Korea and the U.S. with a chance of that developing into
a nuclear war; and that we are as close to a nuclear war today as we were
during the Cuban Missile Crises. - Amorella
2146 hours. That is when I shut Rachael down for
the night. I wanted to get away from focusing on building our house. I thought
about how the Dead might, in the beginning of being dead, focus on their own
spiritual resting place and subsequently recognizing that the house to get in
order before an 'actual imagined resting place' would be the heart and soul and
mind, if it wasn't already an acute awareness and understanding of ultimate
spiritual unity among the three natural spiritual divisions. I assume this
would come about by a grand personal spiritual compromise among the natural
divisions. How difficult must it be to be spiritually cloaked within a divided
house? Look at the Republicans in the House tonight. Seven years plus they were
going to defeat Obamacare. They still haven't done it. Imagine an individual
heart and soul and mind in a civil war when the divisions are built to be
together, to show a representation of being human (humane). If the world can't
do it, the individual has to come to terms with who/what she or he is, or she
and he in more cases than not. I read on Facebook today that someone wanted to
exterminate all liberals. That's what he wrote -- exterminate. Football fans shouting
hateful messages to fellow football fans. What is the sport in that? Okay, I'm
done. (2208)
You had your say to yourself. That's enough for you. You are not at
civil war. You know who and what you are, boy. You can read it in the blog, a
setting for your heartansoulanmind. No need to let it go. "It is who you
are." - Post. - Amorella
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