Notes - no satire, only irony

         Carol got you up at eight-thirty in need of an email address correction. You were groggy for about thirty minutes; breakfast, paper, then a hot bath and your exercises followed. Now the clock hand is moving up towards noon and Carol is also finished with her exercises on the treadmill. You have a special errand to run today, tax forms to your accountant. Carol worries that everything is not in order. You don't worry about it nearly so much.  

         I don't have anything to say other than I am feeling like a nap. Carol has to take a shower and get ready; we might eat at Potbelly's since we will already be in that way. It's early yet anyway.

         Today we focus first on Pouch 13. - Amorella

         Carol just reminded me of a dentist appointment at ten tomorrow. I have to have a crown replaced. Lucky me. I am so very much excited at the prospects. I need to rest my eyes, Amorella. (1148)

         1502 hours. We are at the post office after a late lunch at Pot Belly's. We saw Katie, who used to be the manager. Now she's the regional manager and in to the Kenwood Belly for the day. We haven't seen her for about a year. She still remembered that I got a wreck sandwich and talked about Pot Belly putting a store in the Westchester area (she still lives in Mason and used to work at the Pot Belly in Polaris where we stop on our way to Cleveland). She likes her new job. It was good to see her and chat for a few minutes. --- Now at Target at VOA mall for Carol.

         You have one more errand, according to Carol, Graeter's; then you will go to the park for RanR. Ship is certainly sentient and more. We will begin with his perspective and measurement of his three new 'wards' as it were. - Amorella

         I am surprised you used "wards" -- the Oxford-American:

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ward  noun

3 a person, usually a minor, under the care and control of a guardian appointed by their parents or a court.

• archaic guardianship or the state of being subject to a guardian: the ward and care of the Crown.

Oxford-American

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         I did not expect you would need clarification. You are the English major not me. - Amorella

         1524 hours. I was thinking of the "usually a minor" and you are looking at the archaic "subject to a guardian".

         1611 hours. We are at Pine Hill Lakes Park. Carol is beginning the 1998 Lee Child's  Jack Reacher novel. Die Trying. (I think we saw the movie.)

         1628 hours. Okay, I have to stop here because I don't think this could possibly be coming into the fingertips correctly.

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Pouch 13 introduction

         Ship analyzed all personal and public information recently gathered on Pyl, Justin and Blake as well as their fine lined DNA substructures and ongoing vital signs many degrees beyond those presently possible or even known on Earth. With what Ship has presently he can create a female and/or a male twin of each individual earthling for non-rejecting full mature and transplantable whole body or body parts within twenty-four hours.

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         What do you have a problem with, orndorff? - Amorella

         I don't think such a thing would be possible; and in twenty four hours? Where did Ship gather the DNA?

         Handshakes. He used each marsupial humanoid as a bio-chemical lab tool. - Amorella

         Unbelievable. I could never make this up. Too far out.

         Just stating the fictional facts, boy. Get used to it. - Amorella

         Well, this is a different approach. I learn the fictional facts as we go along.

         Just like the characters. Twenty thousand years ahead is a long time. Ship is very efficient. And, before you ask, no, Friendly, Hartolite and Yermey didn't notice a thing. All communication is unconscious, just like our communication, only far superior because after the data is collected Ship's machinery does the work. Ship is just a more sophisticated humanoid built robot than the one on Mars. - Amorella

         It is not really believable.

         Real aliens such as described here would have a realization of this probable outcome, don't you think? - Amorella

         How will I ever remember this stuff?

         That's what your notes are for, boy. - Amorella

         This is hard to be ready for.

         You are just a wee bit ahead of the learning curve considering that Pyl, Justin and Blake. This is the way it will be from now on. Doug is important here because if he cannot accept these science plausibility's for Homo sapiens in a twenty-thousand year time period from the present then I'll change it to where he does or I'll drop the subject and find something else more easily clarified by yourself and John Douglas Goss, PhD. Physics.

         The general reader is not going to accept this any better than Doug or I am.

         Don't answer for Doug here. You like fiction with aliens in it though so that's what you get. This is not your father's science fiction boy. - Amorella

         It will never sell to an audience.

         Never is a long time. What do you care? Amorella

         Actually, I don't.

         Moot point then. - Amorella

         This is rather exciting to think on. I will have to ask Doug what he thinks of this proposition.

         By all means. Presently there is nothing else in this but for the fun of being human and theoretical reasoning on scientific plausibility. If he agrees, then if you or he has a question it can be asked and responded to in these notes until the concepts are acceptable or well beyond human reasoning so therefore dropped. - Amorella

         If a concept is beyond human reasoning it would appear as gibberish. I think of Ionesco’s theatre, "The Chairs".

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The Chairs

Les Chaises () is an absurdist "tragic farce" by Eugene Ionesco. It was written in 1952 and debuted the same year.

Plot

The play concerns two characters, known as Old Man and Old Woman, frantically preparing chairs for a series of invisible guests who are coming to hear an orator reveal the old man's discovery, which is implied as being the meaning of life (it is never actually said). The guests supposedly include "everyone", implying everyone in the world; there are other implications that this is a post-apocalyptic world. The Old Man, for example, speaks of the destruction of Paris. The invisibility of the guests implies that the Old Man and Old Woman are the last two people on the planet. As the “guests” arrive, the two characters speak to them, and reminisce cryptically about their lives. A high point in the happiness of the couple is reached when the invisible emperor arrives. Finally, the orator arrives to deliver his speech to the assembled crowd. Played by a real actor, the orator's physical presence contradicts the expectations set up by the action earlier in the play.

The old couple then throw themselves out of the window into the ocean; they commit suicide because they claim at this point, when the whole world is going to hear the Old Man's astounding revelation, life couldn't get any better. As the orator begins to speak, the invisible crowd assembled in the room and the real audience in the theatre discover that the orator is a deaf-mute.

At the end of the play, the sound of an audience fades in. Ionesco claimed this sound of the audience at the end was the most significant moment in the play. He wrote in a letter to the first director, “The last decisive moment of the play should be the expression of ... absence,” He said that after the Orator leaves, "At this moment the audience would have in front of them ... empty chairs on an empty stage decorated with streamers, littered with useless confetti, which would give an impression of sadness, emptiness and disenchantment such as one finds in a ballroom after a dance; and it would be after this that the chairs, the scenery, the void, would inexplicably come to life (that is the effect, an effect beyond reason, true in its improbability, that we are looking for and that we must obtain), upsetting logic and raising fresh doubts."

From Wikipedia Offline - The Chairs

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         We read and discussed and were essay tested on this play in Dr. John Coulter's World Literature class; two semesters, two volumes of World Literature. Most awesome. I loved it, so did my friend, Bob Pringle.

         Dr. Coulter was a catalyst for both of you. This is one of the reasons that if you didn't want me around I was going to Thomas Robert Pringle. He agreed, remember? - Amorella

         Yes, he did. I remember asking him when Carol and I were at their farm. In those days he was teaching British literature at Westerville South, raising goats as well as other farm animals and learning the art of blacksmithing. Those were wonderful days. It was awkward to ask him but if I remember correctly he asked me to ask you a few questions and I did while he witnessed both the writing of the questions and the writing of the responses. Then he looked at me with "this is an only Bob look" and said, "I'll do it, if something happens to you." And, that was that. We were satisfied and so were you.

         Bob is not that far away with that memory refreshed in your mind is he? - Amorella

         No, he isn't. I can remember the place, the space, and Bob not more than an arm's length in front of me. (1714)

         Carol just stopped reading at page 41, the beginning of Chapter Eight. Later, dude. - Amorella

         When you arrived home the phone rang and Alta and Craig were calling from Tucson. Alta asked, "Are you ready for the snow?" Which you were not. Then, a delightful surprise, they are flying to Chicago for a week and next weekend they are driving over and staying at  Craig's sister's (Kim) in upper Warren County where they have a horse farm. Next Tuesday they are driving to Mason to have lunch and the afternoon with you and Carol before Kim and her husband come home from work. They will leave for Chicago on Wednesday from his sister and her husband's place. Presently you have returned to Kroger's with the 'hoards' gathering food for tomorrow and the next day. You may have up to five inches of snow by Wednesday morning. - Amorella

         As I wrote your name the rain begins. Good timing. Hopefully it will stay rain the whole time but the weather people have their doubts. Earlier today I saw our neighbor put the snow blower to the front of the garage before putting the door down. Now I know what that was about.

         You had chicken soup for supper, watched the national news, last night's "The Mentalist" and an old BBC "Ripper Street" mystery. A new 'Car and Driver' arrived for a reading and you have the dentist to go to in the morning. Some relaxation is in order. Post what you have, enough for today in any case. - Amorella

         But I only wrote a paragraph, Amorella.

         You gleaned much more from it than you expected. If you want to work then reread that paragraph and think on your earthling friends involved. How go the next few hours with the marsupial humanoids in these earthlings' relatively sheltered and naive lives? Twenty thousand years is a long time, boy. Look how long Homo sapiens have been around so far. How long has it taken them to accomplish what you have today? - Amorella

         I think this is going to hurt my head, Amorella.

         I think it is going to hurt the reasonable heads of your three earthly friends, that's what I think. -- Amorella

         This would be a much easier story dream of Merlyn's if the aliens were monsters as usual and we put an end to them.

         Such an ironic thought, don't you think? - Amorella

         Such a dark, dark humor. (I love the concept even more.) Wicked satire.

         No satire, boy. Only irony. We don't need satire, boy. Post. - Amorella

Notes - no regrets

         Almost time for bed. You spent much of the working day on setting up the old 'Natural Voice' program on the MacBook and running through some chapter one's to get the 'voice' right for Aunt Patsy and Uncle Ernie. The man's voice is more distinct to them so that is what you are using. You set the speed a touch slower so they can listen easier. The first few times you had the speed at twenty-nine minutes for a title +/acknowledgement/prologue'/first chapter; now it is thirty-four minutes. - Amorella

         2145 hours. I also discovered some corrections, mostly sentence flow when I hear it. I was going to do a rush job but have decided to take me time, do it right, and modify those Near Final Drafts a little more. It is not a waste of time. It is amazing how hearing the words (even if some pronunciation is not completely accurate) makes a difference for better Nearer Final Draft.

         Good. That was your call. Tomorrow take the time to listen to the whole chapter and make changes as you go along. It will be easier as the process becomes too complicated; otherwise, too many drafts floating around to be corrected later. - Amorella

         I don't want Owen and Brennan to think I don't know what I'm doing, and that I am attempting to be the best writer I can be in this circumstance, not the best writer.

         No arrogance here, boy. If you live long enough we'll get it done. If you don't, then it is no longer your concern. You'll leave a mystery for those who are readers. It'll give them, those deeply interested, something to wonder about. That's not all bad either. This is nothing to fret about either way, boy. You're covered. - Amorella

         Thank you, Amorella. Even if you are nothing but projected and personified imagination, you are a comfort, a friend. I have no regrets. - rho

         No, you don't. No regrets where it counts most keeps you free and honest and just where I need you to be. Post. - Amorella

Notes - Ship has a psychological impulse / observations /

         Later morning. You have spent time cleaning up your notes and putting all those from 2004-2013 under one folder even though cleaning up details are still needed. You placed your notes in your old MacBook (that you had loaned to Bob) after you also cleaned it up and are now updating software on. The MacBook is now another backup that can be used at any time.         

         I feel better about all this. I need to download a backup from August 2011 of Encounters in Mind also. If something were to happen to the blog I want a copy of how it is not just my notes before I put them online. I made changes from time to time while online -- both additions and deletions before posting.

         Now that you have your Natural Reader once again you may also want to make copies of your near final draft for listening and to give to Aunt Patsy and Uncle Ernie. - Amorella

         I have thought about it; well, I did at one time. But I don't want to burden them.

         Let them be the judge of that. - Amorella

         I need to do my exercises.

         By all means, go to it. Later, dude. - Amorella

         1152 hours. Loading updates into the MacBook, and I am presently uploading the notes onto my 16 gig portable flashdrive. No doubt writing is a part of my self-described obsessive-compulsive disorder. Such is life. I figure that if you don't lean toward or have a disorder or two you're not a normal human being. (Look at the pot calling the kettle black.)

         You wrote it, not me. - Amorella

         When you begin Pouch 13 we have an intro to the 'robotics' sequence first. Ship's disorders are built in that's how we start. It would help if you check common human mental disorders or however you classify such matters. - Amorella

         Okay, this peaks my interest.  --- I didn't find anything helpful. --- The only one applicable is obsessive-compulsive.

         That will do then. - Amorella

         Wow. I cut the Wikipedia article down to the first twelve pages. There is a lot of material here.

         I'll select what is important as far as dealing with Ship. We won't call it a disorder but rather something such as: "controlled selected impulse" to be used in rare issues involving copied human behavior for control. You are about to head out to lunch. Post. - Amorella

         You split a Penn Station chicken teriyaki sandwich and fries for lunch and each had a Graeter's child's dip for dessert. For you two this makes a good day. You are at Kroger’s on Tylersville for chicken soup ingredients and baked potatoes for supper. While you are waiting let's select pertinent information on obsession-compulsion behavior for Ship. - Amorella

         I would never have thought to make Ship have such a disorder.

         It is managed, an escape valve for anxieties and other such matters that might affect Ship. This is monitored and it can be shut down with a pushanpull so he presents no danger to himself or others. Nature has its own way of surviving when needed. So does Ship. Who's he going to talk to except the non-Ships who are 'masters' except when safety is concerned, well, usually. Ship did allow or set conditions so the Cessna tapped a wingtip to his structure. This presents a question for Yermey if not anyone else. - Amorella

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Obsessive–compulsive disorder

Selected and edited from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Obsessive–compulsive disorder (OCD) is an anxiety disorder characterized by intrusive thoughts that produce uneasiness, apprehension, fear, or worry; by repetitive behaviors aimed at reducing the associated anxiety; or by a combination of such obsessions and compulsions. . . .

The phrase obsessive–compulsive has become part of the English lexicon, and is often used in an informal or caricatured manner to describe someone who is excessively meticulous, perfectionistic, absorbed, or otherwise fixated. Although these signs are present in OCD, a person who exhibits them does not necessarily have OCD, and may instead have obsessive-compulsive personality disorder (OCPD), an autism spectrum disorder, disorders where perseveration is a possible feature, bodily disorders or habit problems), or no clinical condition.

Despite the irrational behaviour, OCD is sometimes associated with above-average intelligence. Its sufferers commonly share personality traits such as high attention to detail, avoidance of risk, careful planning, exaggerated sense of responsibility and a tendency to take time in making decisions. Multiple psychological and biological factors may be involved in causing obsessive–compulsive syndromes. Standardized rating scales such as Yale-Brown Obsessive Compulsive Scale can be used to assess the severity of OCD symptoms.

Obsessions

Obsessions are thoughts that recur and persist despite efforts to ignore or confront them. People with OCD frequently perform tasks, or compulsions, to seek relief from obsession-related anxiety. Within and among individuals, the initial obsessions, or intrusive thoughts, vary in their clarity and vividness. A relatively vague obsession could involve a general sense of disarray or tension accompanied by a belief that life cannot proceed as normal while the imbalance remains.

People with OCD understand that their notions do not correspond with reality; however, they feel that they must act as though their notions are correct. For example, an individual who engages in compulsive hoarding might be inclined to treat inorganic matter as if it had the sentience or rights of living organisms, while accepting that such behavior is irrational on a more intellectual level.

Compulsions

Some people with OCD perform compulsive rituals because they inexplicably feel they have to, others act compulsively so as to mitigate the anxiety that stems from particular obsessive thoughts. The person might feel that these actions somehow either will prevent a dreaded event from occurring, or will push the event from their thoughts. In any case, the individual's reasoning is so idiosyncratic or distorted that it results in significant distress for the individual with OCD or for those around them. Excessive skin picking (i.e., dermatillomania) or hair plucking (i.e., trichotillomania) and nail biting (i.e., onychophagia) are all on the Obsessive-Compulsive Spectrum. Individuals with OCD are aware that their thoughts and behavior are not rational, but they feel bound to comply with them to fend off feelings of panic or dread.

Some common compulsions include counting specific things (such as footsteps) or in specific ways (for instance, by intervals of two), and doing other repetitive actions, often with atypical sensitivity to numbers or patterns. People might repeatedly wash their hands or clear their throats, make sure certain items are in a straight line, repeatedly check that their parked cars have been locked before leaving them, constantly organize in a certain way, turn lights on and off, keep doors closed at all times, touch objects a certain number of times before exiting a room, walk in a certain routine way like only stepping on a certain color of tile, or have a routine for using stairs, such as always finishing a flight on the same foot. . . .

People rely on compulsions as an escape from their obsessive thoughts; however, they are aware that the relief is only temporary, that the intrusive thoughts will soon return. Some people use compulsions to avoid situations that may trigger their obsessions. Although some people do certain things over and over again, they do not necessarily perform these actions compulsively. For example, bedtime routines, learning a new skill, and religious practices are not compulsions. Whether or not behaviors are compulsions or mere habit depends on the context in which the behaviors are performed. For example, arranging and ordering DVDs for eight hours a day would be expected of one who works in a video store, but would seem abnormal in other situations. In other words, habits tend to bring efficiency to one's life, while compulsions tend to disrupt it.

People with OCD can use rationalizations to explain their behavior; however, these rationalizations do not apply to the overall behavior but to each instance individually. For example, a person compulsively checking the front door may argue that the time taken and stress caused by one more check of the front door is much less than the time and stress associated with being robbed, and thus checking is the better option.

Other common comorbidities and OCD-like conditions

People with OCD may be diagnosed with other conditions, as well or instead of OCD, such as the aforementioned obsessive–compulsive personality disorder, major depressive disorder, bipolar disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, anorexia nervosa, social anxiety disorder, bulimia nervosa, Tourette syndrome, Asperger syndrome, attention deficit hyperactive disorder, dermatillomania (compulsive skin picking), body dysmorphic disorder, and trichotillomania (hair pulling). In 2009 it was reported that depression among those with OCD is particularly alarming because their risk of suicide is high; more than 50 percent of patients experience suicidal tendencies, and 15 percent have attempted suicide. Individuals with OCD have also been found to be affected by delayed sleep phase syndrome at a substantially higher rate than the general public.

Psychological

An evolutionary psychology view is that moderate versions of compulsive behavior may have had evolutionary advantages. Examples would be moderate constant checking of hygiene, the hearth, or the environment for enemies. Similarly, hoarding may have had evolutionary advantages. In this view OCD may be the extreme statistical "tail" of such behaviors possibly due to a high amount of predisposing genes.

Selected Editing from Wikipedia - Obsessive-compulsive disorder

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         Work with it, orndorff - Amorella

         1555 hours. I cleaned up the selected pieces from the article as we are sitting at the far north end parking lot of Pine Hill Lakes Park looking onto the winterized trees, grasses and a fork of Muddy Creek (north bound) that runs through the park. Carol finished her book last night and is reading the local paper or today's arrival of Time magazine. I am surprised to see the "Psychological" paragraph that gives positives for such disorders in terms of evolutionary survival. That alone gives credence to the marsupial humanoids creating/allows such a mechanism to be built into Ship's functionary and social behaviors. This is interesting. What questions would I ask these aliens if I did not know better?

         This is taken care of. Each Earthling is prepared a few questions, but that will commence in the latter half of this segment. Time for a break. Carol will be ready to leave in just a few minutes. - Amorella

         Boy, did you had that timed well.

         Your observations, young fellow, but I catch them first. - Amorella

         If I could use your power of observation, I might be like a Sherlock Holmes.

         You are not that quick. - Amorella

         What you say makes sense. I am not. I would have to be you.

         The body slows the mind down because the body will survive when it can. Mostly it comes down to a biochemical mix poured into a cocktail of localized physics then the eventual attachment of heartansoulanmind. In here, the soul may arrive early but it means little to nothing unless a heartanmind is nourished along the way. - Amorella

         That's rather cold and heartless.

         That is exactly what I'm talking about, boy. In here if the person (of any higher species) is cold and heartless the soul will wither on the vine, so to speak. Heart always triumphs mind. It is a rule rarely if ever overturned. This is an analogy (with very limited imagination). Milton's character of Satan (if human-like) might fit the exception. - Amorella

         This is interesting. All kinds of delimitations are built into these books.

         Yes. You need not be consciously aware of them because it may hinder your imagination. This is the reason it is more practical with your allowing me to tap the keyboard with your fingers. - Amorella

         I like this, Amorella. I pick up interesting aspects (views) getting to peek into your observations.

         Yes, sometimes you do. - Amorella

         This is difficult for me to believe, Amorella

         No belief needed boy; why would you need belief when you have evidence through the books themselves (at least from your perspective as a writer). - Amorella

         This is indeed how I see it.

         Post. - Amorella

Notes - a small piece of existential theatre / the Soki is missing! /

         March comes in as a lazy old lion, boy. In the past, in the twentieth century in particular, March was a depressing month to you for two reasons: one, Julius Caesar was assassinated by his friends; and two, you normally were teaching selections of Paradise Lost. Is this not true? - Amorella

         It is true, and to remind me on another gloomy day. The darkness comes as caves of clouds into my mind. I had to fight off the inner sadness, the imperfection of the world as it is. Eventually I would rise up and win. I forced the sadness out not as with Eve and Adam being lead out of Eden, but with that Angel's sword bright as it was, turned to the light of dark humor and my friend, Steve's, immortal words to me as we entered Westerville High School as Freshman for the first time: "Cheer up, things are bound to get worse." That's the way I remember it whether the memory is exact or not is unimportant to me; there was/is a truth to it.

         Such a paragraph eked out by a seventy year old man who still feels he is more fiction than not. - Amorella

         It is humor that just me through that cloak of a paragraph to begin March, Amorella

         So it did, boy. Post. - Amorella

         I am reluctant because this seems too trivial in my mind.

         It is not however trivial in your heartansoul, that is a lesson for you to think on today. Now post, boy. - Amorella

         I sense anger; and I back away a few steps, Amorella. I bow my head honorably, but I stand as I am.

         You have no choice, boy. Let that be a further lesson. - Amorella

         I have no regrets being in here; I am not the one angry. So, a few more steps back. It is passed time for me to post.

         Theatre, orndorff. You would hate to be on the stage alone, yet you create a little one right here in your head. - Amorella

         It is my humanity that creates the little stage, Amorella. It cannot be helped and I will not deny the dark humor from which it is built. Were I to deny this humor I would deny my existence.

         More existential drama, another scene no doubt. - Amorella

         Then, no more, now, feeling even more foolish, I post.

         Good. - Amorella

         Late afternoon. You are at the far north end of the Pine Hill Lakes Park, setting southeast for a change looking at the various browns and grays of Muddy Creek valley and the naked woods rising on both sides. No shoots of spring yet. Carol is on page 407 of The Jefferson Key and you are beginning to wonder on Pouch 13. - Amorella

         I have the document all ready to go with notes on an analogy of how people like their automobiles compared with how the marsupial humanoids like their Family Services also notes on Asimov's Rules of Robotics (about 20 pages worth). I suppose the two will go hand in hand in some kind of explanation to the humans.

         It would be better to go the other way around. Let the Earthlings do the asking. We don't want lecturing from the Marsupial Humanoids. Nobody likes being lectured at, boy. - Amorella

         If you were around as "the Soki" like in the first three books it would be easier. This changes the perspective. I didn't even miss "the Soki" until now.

         That shows how unimportant sheanhe is this time around. - Amorella

         What about the Supervisor, SheanHe are already in the book? This also changes the story when in book three Diplomat has her 'research/investigation' showing and attempting to prove the Soki and the tiny alien are one in the same.

         Let's take a look at that. - Amorella

         1656 hours. It is in Pouch Text Six, Merlyn's Mind. Seven-year old and quite opinionated Diplomat Burroughs states her 'thesis'. She is speaking to the little alien creature inside the writer's (Richard Orndorff) brain who is doing the actual writing, i.e. Amorella.

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Alien Evidence: The Research Begins

By Diplomat Burroughs

         Hello. You think you [tiny alien/(Amorella)] know who I am, but you do not. You think I am a fictional character in a book or two. I am more than that and I will attempt to show you this through a re-reading of the text of this book. By doing this I am also attempting to show the invisible world, the metaphysical world does indeed exist. Also, the point of entry and the true focus of this personal project is the place in the human and marsupial mind where science and philosophy touch, barely, but they do touch. The touching is as by an electrical spark that generates a light in the head. This is an intuitive light that flickers on and off. The electrical spark, as it were, is the marsupial and human spirit. This is the same in both our species, but as the spark makes itself known from the mind to the brain, which is physical (that is bio-chemical) it changes in the process. This is because biology is destiny.

         Survival is a brain activity. It must be by necessity. The brain operates the body so that it may survive encased as it were, in a space suit of sorts. In order for the brain to operate on two levels at once it must be conscious of one, of survival, and unconscious of the other. Sometimes, in dreams that both marsupials and humans have there are concepts and ideas that seem to come from out of the blue, but they are out of the unconscious mind instead. The unconscious mind, for this paper, operates on a different, more metaphysical level. It must do this for the spark to ignite between what was one time called ‘heaven and earth.’

         Now, you don’t have to agree with me. Many will not, I am making an argument that’s all. This is not a debate in here. Many, who am I kidding, a hundred readers maybe. More likely ten.

         In the present chapter there are signs of a turn-around [in theme] happening. The engine appears to be switching tracks, but instead it is on a turn-around track and will soon be heading back the same tracks it was on except this time philosophy will be on the left and science will be on the right. I will show you an example of what I mean from this chapter.

Diplomat sat a moment toying with the small crystal salt and pepper shakers. Then she picked them up, one in each hand. I will do this by announcing to Salt and Pepper here, that like Friendly and like the Soki, I will not use an inordinate amount of either Salt or Pepper, and I want to add a spice of my own to flavor this dinner treat of words I am going to concoct.”

I am described as picking up the salt and pepper shakers, but I did not capitalize them as I picked them up. Here is what I thought at the time. ‘We use a lot of salt and pepper around here, and I want more spices on the table. I am not eating words I am eating food that needs some hot sauce of some kind. We don’t put flavorings on our dishes people can flavor foods as they wish, but all we have on the table is salt and pepper. That is it. I’m not concocting any words. I am not even thinking about concocting any words at the time. I am still hungry, and food is on my mind.

What Friendly or the Soki is doing is putting heranhis interpretation on the observation. I did not change because I was observed, that is a fallacy, the observer changed me instead. The Soki changed me through Friendly’s eyes. He did not change either. He had an interpreter of the two realities, himself and me. He used someone else’s eyes, in this case, Friendly’s.

            This what I am going to attempt to show, that the reader, in reading the printed words on the page, is as the Soki, since he is doing the writing here. The reader is observing me through the words and interpretations of an imagination that cannot exist yet does. The words are his shadow, the writing on the wall. He says he is as a balloon bobbing along with no strings attached. He can make a cartoon-like face, but that is all. He does not claim to be alive, which he is not. He claims he is not dead either, which stands to reason if he never was alive in the first place. He does present a point of view though. He says it is his purpose in the books, to allow for perspectives not usually noticed. How can something neither alive nor dead gives a perspective to a human being? It can’t unless he is not a he or a she is an object, a balloon in this case. Strings are attached, that is the point, and the string is the electric-like spark that jumps between the Here and the Beyond.

         I will take up an example of this phenomenon in Chapter Seven, which will begin with my observations, for argument’s sake, on Chapter Five of this book, Pouch Text III. You know you exist. I don’t know you exist. Both of us know about the Soki. – DB

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From the conclusion of orndorff's Chapter Six, Merlyn's Mind, "Pouch Text".

Continuing.Selected from Chapter Seven: Diplomat thinks Friendly and O Richards are now writing the books. O Richards is me of course.

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. . . This [section] concludes Chapter Seven. I decided to show my thesis and surrounding concepts for eventual proof in dialogue rather than bore you with a dissertation. When Daddy-Y responded as he did (as I was almost positive he would) I realized I am on the right track.

Alien Evidence: Research Focus

I will attempt to prove, solely through the writings in the three books by Friendly written under the cover name of O. Richards, that the Soki (which I have decided to re-italicize) is as an alien mediator brought from the invisibly metaphysical and Philosophical Realm of the universe into the book to literally and figuratively help bring together two multi-dimensional alien species with built in consciousnesses (marsupial and human) in the physical Scientific Realm of the known and potentially knowable universe.

 This promotion of first contact is through a written and somewhat coded communication, and it is to promote the further hybridization and scattering of the seed of like intelligent consciousness around the galaxy.

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 [the Soki adds an aside to the reader /Diplomat cannot see the Soki's words]

The Soki, is (as Mother and Father Nature might put it) a bee keeper, a pollinator personified, an invisible building block of the universe secretly sent to help insure that these first of a kind, three book communications are not lost in translation.

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[Diplomat continues]

         The next chapter [eight] I will cover the first five chapters of book three by working the writing process engine back up the tracks. Chapters Nine and Ten will cover book two among other things, and Chapters Eleven and Twelve will cover book one with room left for a conclusion. Then, I will return the reins of the keyboard to Friendly and the Soki to write a Rebuttal and/or an Epilogue on the three books. (Friendly may add or delete whatever she wants, wherever and whenever she wants, since these are her books, and she is doing me a great favor by allowing me a place for this presentation within the binding.) Bye for now. Love, DB

 End of Chapter Seven

From: orndorff's Merlyn's Mind, Chapter Seven, "Pouch Text conclusion".

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You are home. Carol is cooking supper. Later, orndorff. Post. - Amorella