Notes - assumption / SC.Ch.8 nfd /

Late Sunday morning. Last night you hung the Peruvian artwork above the bed and this morning you put out the Iranian rugs on either side of the bed so finally the bedroom is more or less as it was only better, particularly in your southeast corner where the chair sets. Carol is finishing up the ironing, towels and underwear are put away and sheets soon will be. It is a rather dull winter day with an inch or so of snow on the way later tonight, a few flakes are already falling. - Amorella

       1136 hours. Otherwise, it is library quiet and rather pleasant indoors. A large and tall double window sets on the northeast side of the bedroom and two smaller windows are set on the north and northwest corner of the bath, and with the new paint on walls and ceilings in both rooms it is noticeably brighter. I like it. Carol's book is up on the bed and I assume that once the ironing is done she'll be up to relax and read.

       Don't assume too much, boy. Post. - Amorella

       Carol is reading the paper and after your bath with the bubbler on several times you are installing updated maps on your Garmin which you think is about a year old now. The snow flurries continue but no real accumulation. You are feeling more like writing so I suggest we get to it. - Amorella

       1315 hours. I'm ready.

       1400 hours. We completed Chapter Eight.

       Add and post. - Amorella

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Eight nfd ©2017, rho, Soki's Choice

       Pyl, Justin and Blake complete their plans for the day. Today's date is March 1, 2012 showing on the Cleveland Plain Dealer located on the breakfast table next to Blake. A little more than a month has gone by since sisters Francis and Hart attempted to purchase the Williams’ Cessna 210 Silver Eagle. Pyl is reading the local section of the paper; an article about the Chardon School shooting, Justin gleans the sport's page focusing on the loss of the Cavaliers to the Knicks.

       What a weird month, broods Blake. People come to the airport out the blue wanting to buy our plane; we tell them we don't want to sell and they leave without another word. I would have thought they would have at least sent an email thanking us for their afternoon ride to Put-in-Bay and back. Nothing. Blake says, "I'd like to get some flight time today. The weather is going to be worse with thunderstorms the next couple of days. I can get some instrument time in what with the weather mix and cloud cover." Blake focus on the back page, the weather page reads the mostly cloudy sky will produce light snow showers which will change to rain; and that the light west wind will be coming from south, giving a high of 42 degrees, even the night temperature is to stay above freezing. Out of his sourness on no comments Blake announces, “We can take the plane up around noon.”

       "You just want to see the sun, Blakie, not that I blame you," comments Pyl. “Our other plans can wait. The weather is depressing." I have a pile of clothes to wash, she rationalizes, and then adds, “Do you want to come Justin?"

       "No," sighs Justin. "I'm reading a couple Car and Driver magazines. We've been back up here in Cleveland only a couple of days and I'm getting bored. This weather doesn't help. I'm ready to go home." He mulls on the fact that winter break is over and they didn’t go south.

       Blake comments, "You'll like the Car and Driver articles on the Shelby and the Viper. You can read them any time. I'm bored too, Justin, that's a good reason to get up above the clouds with us," smiles a Blake reenergized.

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       Noon. Ship stirs jolting Yermey who quickly realizes the Cessna with three humans is in the air.

       "Take us to her," rumbles Yermey. His old eyelids stay sleep shut, resisting the reality of the moment. "Wake up, Friendly."

       "Captain has us already underway."

       "When will we be in contact?” asks Yermey soberly.

       "Ten minutes," reasons Ship.

       Yermey slowly stands, slides himself into a jumpsuit, rubs his forehead rather harshly, shakes his head to refresh and considers what they about to do?

       The three have carefully decided that the next time the Cessna is in the air they will take the plane into a declared controlling advisement, first by suspending general physics and placing the plane aboard Ship with the three Earthlings inside.

       Yermey strides into Friendly's control room asking, “Are you sure the three are aboard?"

       "All three and blackenot is on,” notes Friendly.

       "Are we really going through this?" questions Hartolite. "Wouldn't it be politer to first say hello or greetings as fellow Earthlings?"

       Suddenly Friendly orders, "Change circumstance," and Ship freezes about half a mile to the starboard side of the Silver Eagle to fly parallel with the Cessna 210. A few seconds later, they are parallel with the Earthlings at less than quarter mile. "I say we down the plane at a private field in the area and speak them on their own ground."

       Ship, having bio-computerize a virtual Cessna, verbally responds, "A flat and vacant country road four miles south. I can mimic engine trouble. The pilot will have no choice but to land."

       "Good!" says Yermey slapping his thigh joyfully. "We wing it."

       "We improvise?" questions Hartolite. "All of our stratagem, and now we improvise?"

       "Let Ship settle them safely and unaware of our presence. Spontaneity has an open honesty to it. Keep all traffic clear, she further orders. "Land us five yards from them with blackenot on."

       Ship responds confidently, "As you wish." The three marsupial-humanoids stand with equanimity watching the maneuvering.

       ‘This was not the plan,’ considers Friendly, ‘the first formal contact with Earthlings is about to begin on a lonely flat township road near an Amish farm in south Ashtabula County northeast of Cleveland. I like this better, thinks Friendly. We'll wing it for authenticity’s sake -- just we three and Ship and three earthlings and the Cessna on a lonely road in the early afternoon.

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       This is not my plan either, thinks the Soki, who feels the situation is such that a talk with the Rider is in order. A step away and up to the Greater Wheel of metaphysical information begins . . ..

       Hello, Soki here. The travel line is greater than instantaneous. Points A and B are essentially AB or the other way around from a living person’s perspective.

       Remember the song, "Ezekiel Saw the Wheel"? Here are a few lines:

Ezekiel saw the wheel
Way up in the middle of the air
Ezekiel saw the wheel
Way up in the middle of the air

And the little wheel run by faith
And the big wheel run by the grace of God
A wheel in a wheel
Way up in the middle of the air

Think of the schematic or map of our limited view of metaphysics like this. First, remember the Living are nowhere in this non-dimensional realm. Our Guide of the Betweeners is the Rider of the big the wheel and Dead reside in the lesser wheel within. The middle of the air is, in point of fact, the Boatman the Living refer to from time to time. The Boatman always collects his due, so to speak, whether you are the Rider, a Betweener like me, a full soul with human-like heartanmind or an empty soul without that's in the metaphysical realm. The Boatman is real enough among the Living wherever nowhere is. Everyone pays their dues, sometimes he's called the Piper, but in here he is the Boatman. Sometimes he's seen transferring the recent dead, sometimes he's veiled in irony and darker humor. Your mind might discount him but the heart sees through the mind's eye. The soul knows the Boatman all too well.

       Through the shiver of a ghostly spine the Rider rises. The Soki and the Rider talk between this chapter and the next.

73.6 ease; 6.1 grade; 1096 words

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Notes - moving along

       Mid-afternoon. You had lunch at Brixx Pizza on Mason-Montgomery Road, a new wood fired pizza, sandwiches, salads and bar. All pizzas are ten inch and very thin crusted; hot from the oven but they cool down quick. You and Carol were glad to try the place but you like Papa Johns, Two Cities and Dewey's better for local fare. Then, a stop at AAA for information on Nashville and Savannah this summer after Florida. Presently you are waiting for Carol at Kroger's before heading home on this cold, cloudy and brisk Saturday afternoon. - Amorella

       1447 hours. I am interested in getting started on chapter eight. I haven't looked over yesterday's posting but I really like the concept of two wheels in sky analogy. Very simple and quite reasonable considering how I usually undertake metaphysical settings. And. I love the answer, "Nowhere" relative to the Living. Ha. Who is the Rider of the Wheel, he sounds much more mysterious than 'the Supervisor'? What I mean is 'How is his character in comparison to a Betweener and to even a soul?' This 'wheel' analogy is on a deeper level than I have been mentally and the setting has nothing institutional about it whereas the setting for the Dead is a campus/park, even countryside like setting (German, English and American 19th century romantic movement). Two wheels, a larger one and a smaller one inside in the middle of 'air in the sky'.

       Home after a Graeter's for dessert. As you opened your MacBook you had a flash as to a meaning for run as in: "And the little wheel run by faith; And the big wheel run by the grace of God." - Amorella

       1636 hours. If I had a 'flash' I didn't catch it consciously. I think of 'spinning' like a flying saucer or even a spinning toy top, but how could there be motion when the wheel is timeless?

       This is the same as thinking more deeply and at the same time thinking higher thoughts. - Amorella

       1659 hours. I have spent about twenty minutes on the dictionary and thesaurus uses of the verb and noun forms of 'run'. I'm back to context such as one, wheel running the other, i.e. the big wheel running the smaller wheel within  -- a mechanical operation in metaphysics?

       Nighttime. You had a nap, leftovers for supper, watched ABC and NBC News, "Blacklist" and last Sunday's "CBS Sunday Morning". A mechanical operation in metaphysics? When you don't know any better you resort to literal . . . watch gears comes to your mind, ironic when it is timeless, huh? - Amorella

       2157 hours. Yes, weird on my part. Maybe I should just let it be and go ahead with SC8.

       Let's do it. - Amorella

       2206 hours. I got: "Soki here. Time for some background," to begin chapter eight.

       We need to do this here. You don't have enough information. First, let's set up an outline with what we have. - Amorella

       2213 hours. We don't have anything but the Rider (Supervisor) on the larger Wheel, and the human and the marsupial humanoid dead on the lesser Wheel; the Soki and 'myself'? a spokesman for the Living (which is not actually written in as a character) who are nowhere. Plus, surrounding the two wheels is the 'air' or 'sky' which is actually the Boatman who everyone has to make 'payment' to. (2220)

       Orndorff, you have a tendency to overthink. If you are a spokesman for the Living and you are 'nowhere' what is the connection? You represent the Livings' point of view. Soki is explaining to you as you are the first reading audience. You have to let your mind go so Soki can say what he wants to say. - Amorella

       2227 hours. It is too late in the day. Tomorrow might be better to start chapter eight.

       Forget the introduction, just begin with what you had first not the Soki. - Amorella

       2229 hours. I'll give it a try.

       2247 hours. We covered the chapter pretty much as it was, a few minor changes then once completed Soki begins with: "This is not my plan either, says the Soki."

       This is enough for tonight. Soki will talk tomorrow. - Amorella

       2251 hours. I assume Soki will return to the greater Wheel to talk with the Rider.

       Assumption correct, boy. - Post. - Amorella

       2254 hours. This will be a surprise for the reader. I would think, going into this, that accident or change of plan would be foreseen by the Rider and Betweener.

       How can something be foreseen if time and three-dimensional distance do not exist? - Amorella

       2258 hours. In here, the Biblical Ezekiel 'saw-in-a-vision' a wheel within a wheel in the air but his perception was incorrect. Is this how we are going to play it?

       No. You really need to slow your imagination down, boy. - Post. - Amorella

       2305 hours. I'm glad you are doing this Amorella. I can never seem to stay focused.