Saturday, September 28, 2019

29. Notes - visualize / Before the Beginning


29.  28 September 2019

       Later, afternoon. You are at Heritage Park after a late lunch at the Rusty Bucket off Polaris Parkway. Carol is taking a walk and you are ready to have Ms Havisham continue with "Before". - Amorella

       Hey, old man, how ye be? - mh

       1606 hours. I am feeling very good inside, plus my back and left hip to knee muscles/nerves are slowly loosening and the pain has subsided a bit. Your phraseology "How ye be?" reminds me of Aunt Ruthie's phrase from her Grandpa Charles (Charlie) Freeman, your Grandma Schick's father. 

       This is an example of how easy it is to remember the Dead you never even met in life. - mh

       1621 hours. Associative recall. When I think of Caesar I think first of Shakespeare's "Et tu, Brute" when I should first have thought of Caesar's first line in Commentarii de Bello Gallico: "Gallia est omnis divisa in partes tres," or, "All Gaul is divided into three parts," [Latin II with Mrs. Marybelle Clary at Westerville High]. 

       You see, old man, you, without intent, evoke the Dead through the literature you love, that is, you evoke the author of the work. To show, by example, how subjective this is in your mind that when you evoke Shakespeare with Hamlet you first evoke Edward de Vere, 17th Earl of Oxford, because you are mostly convinced he is the writer of the plays and sonnets, not the Shakespeare of Stratford. In either case, the writer is long dead. You 'evoke' because it brings on another dimension of the words of the Dead, even through translations. - mh

       1705 hours. This just show my intuitive imagination at work. 

       Give yourself credit where due, old man, it is not 'intuitive' it is 'innate unconsciousness'. - mh

       1708 hours. I would have never thought that. 

       It is a part of the miswiring in your head, boy. - Amorella

       1710 hours. Now that sounds more down to earth orndorff -- miswired brainage. Very funny, and much more easily accepted personally. "Accidental" keeps this old man from too much pride and or humility. -- Just checking 'evoke' in the Oxford/American and it also shows "invoke' as in invoking a spirit or deity. 

       Surely, there is a connection, or so it seems. - mh
       
       1751 hours. I can visualize your smile here, Ms Havisham.

       Post. - Amorella


       You are at Lowe's, Carol is buying more bird food for the wild ones out back. She wanted a Graeter's first. Good evening, windows are down and the moon roof is fully open - another summer day in September's Fall. - Amorella

       Here-then we are at a draft of the Before the Beginning. - mh

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Before the Beginning
       
       Before the Reason of Physics and Things, Before the Abstract and the Grammar of Thought, Before the Empty and the Full, Grace is raised Up and Down is created. In and Out are created and in this One-Dimensional Frame balancing Nothing in the Down as the Line of Grace is raised. 

       Nothing rests on a single line, the Bottom. Grace reigns Supreme.  Under her reign Spirits, daughters of Grace grow in stalks corn-like. Stalking Spirits, daughters of Grace row on both sides of the Line of Nothing to the point on Spirits' Floor, the Bottom of Nothing and Grace Ceiling for Nothing. 
       Between Floor and Ceiling and among the Rows of daughter Spirits, a Presence emanates from the Floor, Nothing; up to the Ceiling, Grace. The Presence hovers between Nothing and Grace. Nothing shivers into a String of knots and the rows of Spirits with once straight roots from Nothing become Conscious, and the Rows are aware of the Ceiling in Grace. 
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       What now? the Spirits call choir-like, in a musical thumping rhythm unheard, even within themselves. Nothing shakes Bottom, which stirs first feeling in all spiritual hearts will unconsciously beat. The tempo echoes twin-like and mathematical and cadence and lineless poetry yet to be through evolutionary circumstance alone. 

       These then, are the self-conscious roots in all things living. Poetry is in the circumstance, consciousness is in the roots and crafted throughout is the Presence that attracts the ever-higher weaves of life. The Presence which ever touches the Nothing Bottom and the Grace Ceiling. The Presence can touch all that lives within and without a self-conscious state. 
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       But, what of the Spirits who exist solely between Nothing Bottom and the Presence of Grace Ceiling? Consciousness is the electricity that holds all such individual Forms whole and intact. Thought is such a Form, a rudiment of cadence in Before. 

       Such is the Soul such a Form tempered by Grace alone, a shield that cannot be denied by higher living conscious forms. Such Souls witnessed Physics before it was Thought. A Defining Silence erupted into Physics before it existed. 

       Nature exists as do the Spirits exist in the Presence. Nature begets life forms in evolutionary circumstance and like the Soul, Nature cannot be denied. Life cannot be denied. Consciousness cannot be denied and there in is the Poetry woven by what is and by what is not. Such are the tensions that rise with human and human-like consciousness. 

       Tensions to deny what is and tensions to accept what is. Tensions that existed and echoed before the reality of Light and Darkness and endless sound of unbearable noises within human ears, but oddly sensed by people through the silence Presence people know when they are alone and surrounded by separate universes of all sizes and shapes and forms such as relatives and friends and enemies and worlds and stars far away enough to be unknown and alone in their own individual consciousness of self. This is not madness, this is what is and what is not between Grace and Nothing. - mh

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       2237 hours. As my fingers worked at the keyboard on the above Time did not exist. Yet, of course, it did. 

       Tomorrow we will move on. Post and publish. - Amorella

       2242 hours. I still may edit later.

       Of course, young man. - Amorella

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