13 February 2019
After noon. You and Carol are out to eat once again, this time for an early supper at the Old Bag of Nails in Uptown Westerville. You are beginning to enjoy being closer to family for such gatherings. - Amorella
1346 hours. It is fun and it certainly brightens these cold snowy and/or wet days in cloudy February. It is also very pleasant to have only one floor to live on. I do go upstairs or downstairs to the basement about once a week which is not too bad but with one railing I use a cane with the other hand for steadiness. Most all the aliments these days are arthritically induced; lately it's the knees and ankles -- thunder-like surrounding pains with a little lightning once in a while. -- I am having second thoughts on this supposedly new spiritual adventure through a familiar textual dreamland. I feel old and just want to let these things go. I had forgotten about the false prophecies sent. These events were a mistake, that is, they were errors that I have let go. I don't know why they still dog me for times such as now. I can't imagine my soul having anything to say about my fictions. And, as you were helping me at the time Amorella, why didn't you just tell me it was all in my head. (1359)
You knew it was in your head, boy. You also thought of it as a spiritual test whether it was internally induced or not. Your existential outlook saw it as a personal test an you passed it. Your transcendental self also agreed, you passed the test whether a Higher Power was involved or not. This was and is very important to your self worth. I was there. What would you have me to have done, interfere? - Amorella
1405 hours. No. You are right. I made it a moral test that even an agnostic could pass if I followed the directions to write and deliver the letters to a particular person by mail. I was not sure whether he existed or not. Turns out he was not a real person let alone a rabbi. I could not have lived with myself had I not followed through.
So, where is the spiritual error on your part? - Amorella
1409 hours. I don't know.
1413 hours. Amazing - forty years -- 1987 or 1988. Truly unheard of, amazing.
Keep the title for today. - Amorella
Evening. You caught up with the History channel's "Project Bluebook" earlier as well as the news. - Amorella
2123 hours. I feel better about my fictions and I do lump personal interest in space aliens as well as angelic-like creatures. I do feel if such aliens exist, I assume they have consciousnesses just as we have, and I also assume that somewhere along in their histories there were/are arguments that deal with moral conflicts and the individual as well as community in terms of heartansoulanmind, their human-like spirit, no matter what they call it. I assume they too have a universal moral code that would be similar to the universal code dropped into yesterday's blog #54.
I, the Amorella, agree and I will continue to let you know if I don't. You always have the fundamental right to disagree. Otherwise, you see, by definition, you would not be human.
2148 hours. You have been consistent throughout our many years of conversations.
Accidents, for a lack of a better word, happen in both my spiritual world as well as in your own. - Amorella
2155 hours. That's funny, Amorella, since I have long considered my birth born accidental.
I disagree, orndorff. You surviving your birth is the accident.
I have long felt such. I have long felt I don't belong here, but I am anyway. I'm sure many others feel the same way from time to time. Thank goodness no one gets out of here alive.
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