Notes - first audience / no harm

       Late afternoon. Carol is out raking though it is quite windy. You had Papa John's for a mid-afternoon lunch. You spent almost an hour in the MRI machine under "Do Not Move" orders. You thought this was going to take twenty minutes at most. Fritz replied and you are meeting him for lunch at Bob Evans on Thursday before paying your respects to Kenny Zarbaugh at Moreland's in Westerville. The plan presently is to return home Thursday since you are returning on Saturday. Word from MI is that digging should start soon. Before, you and Carol have to meet with the construction supervisor. - Amorella

       1647 hours. Yesterday you mentioned that you are my first audience. I don't believe I have ever considered that aspect. (I really don't remember.) Why would you think of yourself as an 'audience' when you usually are one up on my conscious self. Examples appear through the years of this 'encounter' blog. I don't believe I have ever thought of the Amorella listening, as it were, to my construction of thought.

       Many times, construction of thought comes after the thought not before, at least in your case. Many of your thoughts from your fingertips to keys initial construction took place semi-consciously, a twilight-like zone, a surface-like zone from the underwater-like unconscious and in the atmosphere consciousness. More later. Post. - Amorella

       You watched NBC News and each had an ice cream from the freezer. Later, You ate cereal and Carol had a Dannon Activia probiotic yogurt for a light supper. You came upstairs after the news claiming you didn't feel well and made yourself ready for bed. You left Carol comfortably sitting on the couch reading her book. - Amorella

       1940 hours. Life as it is in our house. I put the ceiling fan on and the fan-like sounding machine which induces relaxation and sleep. Jadah was on my lap only long enough to be fully warmed then went back downstairs to curl up next to Carol no doubt. I have a low watt bulb lamp lit on the shelves to my right. This gravitates my sight to the ceiling corners in front of me. Ceiling corners sometimes attract a spiritual value I am not sure why. They are like an entrance or exit to the spiritual world. Jadah is here and about to interrupt. (1952) - (2006) She warmed up and jumped from my lap to the floor to begin cleaning. Perhaps she thinks, too much human scent but just right on human warmth. The next time I'm up I'll turn off the fan. Even on low I'm sure it is a chill for her.

       Why did you use the words, "gravitates my sight" to the corners? - Amorella

       2010 hours. The words just formed at the time. It is as though my eyeballs became as UFO's and moved from my eye sockets, one to each ceiling corner point. This sounds weird in description, but at the moment it was pretty much matter of fact on how it seems, that is, on how I see it. The UFO effect was each eye 'as traveling' to the focus sight, I could sense it was not an instantaneous travel from A to B. That is, my brain, slowed the light speed down slightly. This is the effect internally that allows me to think 'spookiness' and from there 'spiritual'. It is rather weird seeing it in wordy description. - rho

       I was 'listening' as you put this last paragraph together -- it took you about twelve minutes of fussing to put down what you have as it is presently. Perhaps no real 'ghosts or spirits' here, orndorff, your brain appears to have an odd visually organizing focus for detecting an unseen presence that isn't there, so to speak. - Amorella

       2027 hours. One of my 'transcendental-like mystical modes' is actually an illusion, something similar to a visual illusion?

       Could be, boy. - Amorella

       2030 hours. It could indeed. That's one of the main reasons for my agnostic attitude towards all things mystical-like. Misfiring neurons or wiring in the brain. That hypothesis came up when I was in junior high school or shortly before. Too much clever imagination I thought on seeing faeries in the flower garden when I was four and five. I knew better but there was a faery now and then anyway -- always naked and always female, animal-like not human. Pests more than anything else. Stealing scents of flowers for no known purpose.

       You are creating a story without any projected thought at all. - Amorella

       2039 hours. True. I am. Yet while my fingers worked I did not exist here; I was in my own vision with the faeries who were really minding their own business but that was boring to me so I decided they were carrying scents from one flower to another, that's when the story began and I left this reality for another briefly. Too much imagination and I'm an old man. However, it was a fun setting and I did no harm in the process; just a form of entertainment. - rho

       The above appears reasonable enough for you to dismiss it all and turn out the light and go to sleep. Post. - Amorella