Late morning. You had blood work this
morning, as you are to see Dr. B. next Thursday. Carol has her Blue Ash Retired
Teachers’ Luncheon at the Blue Ash Golf Course at one. Ann F. is riding with
her after driving in from the Otterbein Retirement Community west of Lebanon.
1114
hours. I love those metaphysical questions I posted from the Online Philosophy
Club yesterday; these three in particular: 1, “What is the [possible] nature of reality? 2, What is the
[possible] nature of events, objects and places? and 3, What is the place of
[Homo sapiens] humanity in the universe?
We are showing probable fictional aspects of
all three questions through Merlyn’s character driven dreamtime in the GMG
trilogy. Sometimes readers, such as you, spend too much time looking for loose
change when they would be better off searching for dollar bills instead. – Amorella
1135
hours. That’s funny, Amorella. I used to say, “Look for the nuggets” in class
or something to that effect. Are you talking about the entire ‘overview of the
series’?
It would help if you expand the setting. For
instance, Merlyn is the dreamer in these books but what if everyone is a
dreamer in context – both the Living and the Dead? – Amorella
1140
hours. Are you saying reality is dreamland?
Not in these books, in these books conscious
reality is where you are but much of it goes on without notice, i.e.
iceberg-like. Gases, liquids, and solids are empirical data. In here metaphysics
is empirical-like data through analogy. The whole work is analogous to one’s
greater nature. – Amorella
1147
hours. I think you are attempting to add something that isn’t here, Amorella.
Dreams are not reality – I don’t think dreams in context here are even wish
fulfillments. Dreams are not real events. This just makes me tired.
You had lunch and read both the new Motor
Trend and Automobile arriving today. – Amorella
1327
hours. I ate too many Kettle-styled barbequed potato chips reading. Carol
rarely buys potato chips. Both magazines pretty much said the same thing. I not
so interested in most the cars anyway but I will say the new 2015 Mazda Miata
is a beauty (though I could never sit in it). I have ten years of driving
memories with my 1985 red GTI. My real interests are hybrids because they are
practical, the electrics not so much from my perspective. If I ever got a fancy
for a sporty car a new GTI would fit my bill. Otherwise, the challenge is to
talk Carol into a 2015 or 2016 Camry hybrid or a 2016 Prius hatchback. Today I
took the Honda to Mike’s Carwash and got a free new ‘super wax’ that is
supposed to cost five dollars extra but today it was free. Very nice. I cleaned
up the inside and dressed the outside a bit too as Carol was carrying a
passenger. It still looks sharp and clean on the road, wear wise you would
never know it is ten years old in six or seven months. And, it has 68,000 miles
on the odometer. The car runs well and the radio is still assume as we bought
it for satellite use. Green outside with a cream leather interior allows the
package to look good. The only drawback is 20 miles per gallon with in town
driving. It will get 26 to 28 on the highway. Very good and relatively low
rolling tires have about 8,000 miles on them – good for sixty. No need for a
new car but for better safety equipment and mileage. Today, I’ll keep the Honda
as is.
Post. – Amorella
Mid-afternoon.
Carol arrived home a short while ago and you are up to 557 words on Dead Six. –
Amorella
1532
hours. I am surprised I worked on it at all. I didn’t really have much
attention to focus. I just clicked the double document and it sprang forth. I
was going to look it over and then take a nap but my fingers gave a start and
about 300 more words were added – nothing I really expected either. An Angel
being as tableware or place setting; who would have thought such a thing?
Evidently, the Supervisor would have. –
Amorella
1538
hours. Of course, SheanHe whispered this to Merlyn, but why?
People look for Angels to be as they are
when, in here, they are something else again. – Amorella
1620
hours. Dead Six is complete.
Post. - Amorella
Late afternoon. You are at the far north lot
of Pine Hill Lakes Park waiting on Carol to finish her walk. We can put the
chapter together and post it tonight or in the morning. Whatever works. –
Amorella
1727
hours. Here are the stats for Chapter Six.
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Sentences - 251
Words per Sentence – 12.1
Sentences/Paragraph – 2.4
Passive Sentences – 3%
Flesh Reading Ease - 100.0
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SIX ©2014 rho GMG.Two
Transparency
The Supervisor has a little saying:
Ring-a-ring
o'rosies
A
pocket full of posies
"A-tishoo!
A-tishoo!"
We
all fall down!
We
rise from clay
On
judgment day
Be
we dead or still alive.
The Dead 6
Outside Merlyn’s sanctuary stands the spirit of the
ancient shaman Panagiotakis, the Grandfather of Mother Glevema. This is such a
question, how do I approach Merlyn about privacy among we Dead when to do so I
have to approach his privacy in the process. I sense his heart is not up to
seeing me while his mind searches for clarity in a private matter.
‘Meet
as souls, Takis,’ says a marked push of internal reasoning, ‘meet in common
ground.’
.
“Merlyn,
I want to know your thought on where Ezekiel might be as I have a question to
ask him.”
“About
us as we were or as we are?”
“About
our privacy.”
“I
have it now as do you. Yet here we are.”
“The
soul allows or denies. The heart and the mind have no choice in the matter. If
you cannot find him Takis, then his soul denies your own access.”
.
“Why
does the soul matter?”
“The
soul takes the place of the flesh.”
“When
Ezekiel saw the wheels way in the middle of the air he said the spirit of
living creatures was in the wheels. When those wheels went, these wheels stood.
This appears to my heartanmind that the wheels Ezekiel saw were souls each with
a heartanmind enclosed and each soul protected the privacy of its heartanmind.”
“I
am not accorded privacy,” says Merlyn. “You are here. I have had other guests
within my sanctuary.”
“I
am outside your sanctuary Merlyn, not within.”
“My
soul denies your entrance then because my heartanmind would welcome you.”
“What,
were I as an Angel? Can the soul deny an Angel to the heartanmind,” asks Takis
good-humoredly.
“I
have only spoken with the
Supervisor,” says Merlyn, “and I doubt SheanHe is an Angel, though how does one
know?”
“Ezekiel
claims Angels exist, though he admits to me he has seen none here.”
.
Perhaps
Ezekiel’s Angels aren’t for seeing, thinks Merlyn. If our senses when alive
could not distinguish an Angel in the room how can we with less do more? As
Ezekiel is not about, where is William Blake? He claims to have seen them
enough to intuitively paint them in plain sight. Strange beings they are but
more human appearing than I suspect.
Melancholy
slaps at Merlyn’s shoreline. Our earthly names no longer stick to us, as any
spirit can be seen as any other if on route about HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither.
Confronted, a spirit can disappear to herorhis sanctuary at will, sometimes
without conscious will at all. It is strange to be seen and not seen both at
once. The Angel then is never seen. Wings or wingless what is the difference to
human eyes when living or dead? Being and Beingless, that is an Angel – to us
an appetizer or dessert but never the main course.
.
“Hello,
Merlyn,” whispers the Supervisor. “You
are considering an Angel to be as an appetizer or dessert when it may be better
to look at the provided place setting and tableware don’t you think?”
.
Our
place setting and tableware are miniscule here – mind and heart and memory,
considers Merlyn, we are a community of such. In present thought, what then is
the soul – tableware or place setting? And the inkling musingly provided here
is that one is the soul and the other is the Angel; that leaves our passions as
dinner.
.
“Merlyn,
are you in there?” asks Takis in a straightforward manner.
“I
don’t know where I am,” grumbles Merlyn while thinking, one would assume we
would know much more than the Living but this doesn’t appear to be the case.
“I
am asking you about the nature of Angels.”
“I
thought you were asking if Angels exist and if so where are they.” He thought,
and, how would you know if an Angel were in your sanctuary or outside?
.
Ezekiel
sits contentedly in a lone stretch of meadow surrounded by forearm tall pink
and yellow flowers with velvety leaves. Nothing-foremost lights on his present
winged mindedness. Friends and family but no angels appear. I am exacerbated by
the lack of angels. I am here as surely they are. The presence of one would be
a confirmation of G-d in his Heaven.
...
The
Brothers 6
Robert and Richard are sitting in
roughly textured, comfortable old dark brown leather chairs in Richard’s study
drinking Samuel Adams and eating pretzels.
“Did
you bring these chairs from the basement?” asks Robert.
“Yeah,
I was straightening up my old book drafts from the late seventies. These chairs
were over in the corner where I’m thinking of rearranging all the boxes.”
“Why
do you keep all that stuff?”
“I
don’t know. I told Jill that when I go she can dump it all. None of drafts mean
anything to anyone else.”
“I’m
afraid to ask how far back your notes go.”
“Early
sixties when we were in college. I thought I’d find notebooks from high school
or even before, but I haven’t. I have been writing since I was about five – at
least I remember drawing cartoons and making comic stories at that age, mostly
science fiction.”
“I
don’t remember you writing much of anything in junior high and high school,”
replies Robert. “You spent all your free time reading comic books, mostly Tales of the Crypt and other horror
comics. Mom didn’t like you reading them.”
“Now
I spend more time writing.”
“You
wouldn’t have near so many notes if you worked solely on poetry.”
“Speaking
of which, how’s your cemetery poem coming along, Rob?”
“I
haven’t been in the mood lately. It’s easier to write in the quiet after the
holidays, too much going on.”
“I
think that’s the problem. There is always too much going on in our world and it
is mostly busy work. Our species is like the ants and the bees. Humanity should
be beyond that, don’t you think?”
“We
wouldn’t be where we are in the world if this nation weren’t always busy,”
chides Robert.
“Yeah,
well,” grouses Richard, this is who we are by our choice.”
“We
two remain busy, don’t you think?
Otherwise, retirement would be the death of us Richie.”
“It
is not necessary that we keep busy, but it makes sense for us to do so. We
don’t have to keep busy though. It is just like decided to smoke or not to
smoke, or to drink or not to drink. Being busy all the time is like that – a
habit.”
“Or
eating chocolate when you get the chance,” snickers Robert.
“We
needn’t have these Samuel Adams; we could have had Miller Lite or a Coke.”
“Or
even a water.”
“That’s
right.”
“But
it is necessary to have companionship?” adds Robert.
“No,”
replies Richard emphatically. “Hermits and misanthropes exist and are content
being so.” It would be boring though, he thinks.
“Could
you be content, living alone and having no companionship of any kind?”
“I
think I could do it. Yes, why not. It is not a requirement. I don’t choose to
do so though. I have misanthropic tendencies, I like being alone in my study.”
He raises his eyebrows, “As it is with you too Rob. You like your alone time.”
“How
come I am here in your study if you like being alone?” asks Robert.
“We
are alone. It is the same thing.”
“Our
being alone in this room does not count?”
Richard
rolls his eyes back to the right. “I don’t know. We are what we are. We had no
choice being brothers.
Twinning is a destiny.”
“Sometimes
an attempted suicide is actually an accident when it is successful,” suggests
Robert.
“I
agree, says Richard. “If God exists, was God an accident?
“Since
we are both agnostics why don’t we leave God’s existence out of the equation?”
“Let’s
say God a condition not a Being,” responds Richard.
“A
Condition or a Being? Who knows?” says Rob in exasperation. A pause. “Without
first light you cannot have a shadow, Richie.”
“Is
the meaning in the light or is the meaning in the shadow?”
“Which is the condition and which the state of being?”
“Which is the condition and which the state of being?”
Richard
takes a moment then says, “Our ancestors are our light as it were. We, who are
as our ancestor’s shadows, can enlighten ourselves just as they did in their
time.”
“Back
to the story and these boxes of manuscript in here and in the basement. In the
story Merlyn is real. He is the dreamer.”
“In
real life Amorella writes the stories Rob. Amorella is the dreamer not me.”
“But
she is your creation Richie. You let her succeed or fail rather than yourself.”
Too
quickly Richard foolishly remarks, “What if she is using me to write the books
for her?”
Robert
smiles contented and comments, “This would suggest you have a silent
personality who writes and does nothing else.” He sits a moment affectionately
remembering his twin in their youth. Rob chuckles in his once adolescent manner
saying, “Necessity is the mother of invention, isn’t it, Richie?”
...
Grandma’s Story 6
This
is Grandma and it is December 1066. I have the essence of two family December
letters, the first is from England, the second, Scotland.
Scarlet,
the writer, is forty-six has been the widow of James for three years. Wanda,
her mother-in-law, is seventy-four and is still married to John who is eighty.
They,
as many Catholics, feel the Holy Spirit works through Jesus. Scarlet has a son
Seaton who is twenty-two who is married to Dallan who is nineteen, and Seaton
and Dallan have a one year old, Aida. This letter is dated, 28 December AD
1066.
Dearest
Lady Wanda,
I
am continually content that James did not share in the Cotswold estate here in
Gloucestershire, that Lord John still has control over James’ younger brothers.
If had had been given James’ division of the estate I would now be left with
only one-third by law. I am content that eventually, upon the passing of Lord
John James’ portion of the land, near Stow-on-the-Wold, will be given in full
to our eldest, Seaton, who is fully responsible now that he is settled in this
marriage.
Dallan
has given me allowance of the house servants while she takes measure of the
estate Seaton will one day inherit. It is good of you, Lady Wanda and Lord
John, to be so considerate and practically minded about such delicate matters
of legal inheritance.
On
another topic, two elderly gentlemen, one from Swindon and another from Oxford,
are striking up a personal interest in my widowhood. I am inclined to favor the
gentleman from Oxford because he is closer to London.
I
understand that only days ago William was crowned king at good Edward’s
Westminster. Bastard Normans. Oxford will be close enough to the Thames for the
next few years. It would be good to have the bastard king gone by the time
little Aida is sporting for a trip to town.
This
brings to mind the subject whispered at latest mass. I am sure news on the
troubling Filioque Clause [God the Father, God the Son] in the Latin Nicene
Creed. Some of our oldest Scottish servants grumble. Why the Scots would
support the Greeks [God and the Son are One Substance] over the Bishop of Rome
is beyond my ability to think.
I
am sure you agree Lady Wanda.
This
script is my own as my Secretary has been ill with a cough.
With
great affection,
Scarlet
...
“Now we are in Scotland on 30 December AD 1066,”
comments Grandma.
Vendela, two months the widow of Dane, is 44. She has
a daughter living at home, Luella, who is 15. Luella has two older brothers, as
did Vendela. Vendela’s mother is Thurid who is 65 and Vendela’s father is
Palmer who is only 63. Vendela is Cory’s great, great granddaughter, and she
does not get along with either of her two older brothers nor with her father.
Her mother, Thurid, is her best friend.
Dearest
Mother,
It
is exciting though isn’t it Mother. You could be directly related to our present
King Malcolm through marriage ten generations ago. I will do well with Father’s
genealogy. My great-grandmother was Thalia. Was she Greek as her name suggests?
I think Grandfather Cory had a sister but I do not remember her name. Ask
Father for me please.
Luella
is fifteen and knows her Greek, Latin, and French as well as Scots and English.
I should find a way to move her into the Scottish court if I thought he would
not be murdered before his twenty-fifth birthday.
Dane
was only worth what I allowed him in the business. Father thought Dane worked
with him, but Dane worked for me. He died at the table, as we were entertaining
at the table. He was so terribly rude.
Lady Criteria was a Greek who traveled to Spain by
herself. That was four hundred years ago Mother, and I am capable of traveling
to London by myself. I can speak as I wish because I have the money to speak.
Grandma Ethelreda always said I would get the fortune so I could have my own
say.
The Greeks are right. The Holy Spirit precedes from
the Father, God. The Holy Spirit cannot proceed from nothing. If God is the
Father, then where is the spiritual Mother, if she not Earth?
The child Jesus proceeded from the blessed Mother
Mary but I do not believe all of what the Church says. Luella is going to
inherit all my money Mother.
Your loving daughter,
Vendela
.
It makes no difference what on paper you write
As long as the message is clear in its sight.
The arrangement of letters is as a faery dance in light
The mind’s eye only discerns if the letters ring right.
...
Diplomatic
Pouch 6
I
want my companion, thinks Onesixanzero. I want Drenakite the Savior to be
inside my pouch where I can keep her safe.
The
gray dark stone walled pouch opens and the Director of ThreePlanets walks in
and sits stiffly and silently in one of two comfortable half circular leaf
green armchairs. The pouch closes.
Onesixanzero
says, “Good morning, Mr. Kembel. What can I do for you today?”
“I
am waiting for Drenakite. She will be here momentarily. Thank you,
Onesixanzero.” I like being in here – stark stone walls laced in light and
colorful vegetation is comfortable at the same time. “Your vegetation has been
reworked. Is this an abstract?”
“No.
Drenakite rearranged it with the Earthlings in mind. She has been training me
to think as an Earthling might so that I can see how it is and perhaps
anticipate what anxieties they might have. Ship has been sending me their
readings and movements since they began their journey.”
Kembel
sits listening only to his consciousness -- I will do my best. I promise my
heart to do the best I can do for ThreePlanets. I promise my heart, as we have
all promised, to do our best, to be the best ParentsinCharge we can be.” He
felt the goose bumps on his forearms raise themselves into mountains of shear
rock. Kembel suddenly remembers a
piece of Earth history his daughter Friendly had told him – about a Martin
Luther of the Middle Ages who once said to other Clerics, “Here I stand. I can do no other.” Kembel sighs and comments, “No
one knows of these details, no one, not Hartolite, Friendly or Yermey.”
“No
one can know. Mr. Kembel. I understand this.” A pause. “You appear a bit
anxious to see Drenakite, is there a problem I can help with?”
“Not
at the moment. I am just glad you are here, that she made you useable again. We
should not have experimented on you as we did.”
“The
experiment was not with intent. I understand. It is good to be useful and thus
helpful for the protection of us and them.” A pause. “When the Earthlings
arrive how are we going to keep them from harming us and themselves?”
“A
good question; one you can continue to work on.”
“Yes.”
Pause. “I sense Drenakite arriving soon.”
.
About
ten feet from the ten-foot small tower structure standing under a dark five
foot peaked roof enclosing Onesixanzero stands Drenakite, a 470 year old
female, a nearly naked and hairless sacerdotal priestess. From a human
perspective Drenakite appears to be a healthy older man who weighs about 134
pounds. She wears a long silk-like wrap-around dark green dress from waist to
ankles, open-toed leather sandals and a white sailor’s cap whose circular bill
can be turned down. Her appearance and manner is similar to a Buddhist monk.
Drenakite is the lone refurbrisher of Onesixanzero.
What
the Cleric of ThreePlanets knows is that Onesixanzero is a singular biochemical
and tri-quantum field thought-reason-emotional analysis speculator based on
advanced marsupial and human elements of consciousness and unconscious
behaviors. Onesixanzero is used for searching and analyzing measurable language
and quantum mathematical difference between poetry and physics. His secret
verbalized name for full functioning is CreekanRoof
spoken only in a particularly slow and delightful West Virginia dialect.
“My
mission,” adds Onesixanzero, “is to help develop a social framework by which
marsupial humanoids and Homo sapiens can learn to live together in health and
safely and with compatibility for the further benefit of both species.”
.
As
Drenakite approaches the automatically lowering tower door she thinks, “We have
thought and thought and wondered on the possibilities. Many Clerics suggest
that it is not in Godofamily’s will to have these aliens come here and
interrupt our culture. These Clerics utter such remarks as if Godofamily could
only love us and not these primatial humanoids too. It seems to me they make
less of Godofamily than the Creator of
All Things and Beyond is. The dump is going to hit the fan when the
ThreePlanet council discovers that we left for Earth, picked up the primate
volunteers and are bringing the to HomePlanets all unannounced. It certainly
won’t help that they find Yermey, Kembel and his daughter Friendly is a part of
this enterprise. And even worse, that this plan was developed first by
machinery for the good of the health of both species, by Onesixanzero, a
formally low functioning machine built by the creative arts for furthering the
interrelationship of all marsupial humanoid arts within the departments of
science and philosophy.
***
Post. - Amorella
I have had you delete definitions not relevant. Enough for tonight. Post. - Amorella
2119
hours. I have my loaded segment documents in place for Chapter Seven. I do not
have a clue as to what the theme word for the chapter is. I have not read over
any of the segment drafts in place. I really don’t assume anything else.
Skim the chapter and possibly you will come
to the theme word(s) yourself first. – Amorella
That
is fair enough. One would think I would remember these books but once completed
it is dropped away much like it was with student essays or papers. Once a paper
was graded I didn’t have time to remember (some exceptions of course). I moved
on to the next paper and then the next usually without a glance at the author
unless a red flag came up. I suppose in some ways I was on automatic the whole
school year, or parts of me were, the getting things done part.
2139
hours. ‘Modest Singularity’ or ‘Singularity’ comes to mind but I am not sure
why.
Strange pick, boy. I see your intuition but
you are way off base on this one. Common Core will do nicely here. – Amorella
Readers
may think this has to do with curriculum in the public schools.
Hardly. That’s what you think because it
does. Take a minute to look up each word. – Amorella
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common - adjective
•
ordinary; of ordinary qualities; without special rank or position: the
dwellings of common people | a common soldier.
shared
by, coming from, or done by more than one: problems common to both
communities.
•
belonging to, open to, or affecting the whole of a community or the public:
common land.
•
(in English) denoting a noun that refers to individuals of either sex (e.g., teacher).
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core – noun
the
central or most important part of something, in particular:
•
an important or unchanging group of people forming the central part of a larger
body.
•
an internal mold filling a space to be left hollow in a casting.
•
a cylindrical sample of rock, ice, or other material obtained by boring with a
hollow drill.
Selected and edited from the Oxford-American
software
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