71. Notes - give it some thought / soul-sensing

71. 8 March 2019

       You are at Bob Evans waiting for Fritz, the time is eleven-thirty. Take a photo and drop it in later. - Amorella

       1130 hours. I should do this. We have lost three classmates: George, Marty and Bill, since Christmas.

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Fritz and Me

8 March 2019

We have been good close friends since Spring, 1955.

Our DNA's say we both came from a village

 in West Scotland around 550 AD. 

We supposedly shared a Grandfather about that time. 

Looking closely, one might see a resemblance.

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       After lunch. You are home sitting in the living room. Carol just turned on MSNBC. - Amorella

       1342 hours. I might as well close shop, change my clothes to sweats and take a nap in the black bedroom recliner.

       Later, dude. - Amorella

       Mid-afternoon. You are sitting in the parking lot near Hallmark at Polaris Town Center waiting for Carol who is picking up a get-well card for Marita, one of her lunch club friends. Polaris Fashion Center Mall is on the north side of the street. You are forgetful about such things so I point them out from time to time. You had a good lunch with Fritz as the photo above shows. Next week you are having lunch on the traditional Thursday because that night you both meet again at Jimmy V's Uptown Westerville for your Class of 1960 gathering. Jean, your chairman, decided it would be a good time to give a toast to all that have died in your class. You agree. - Amorella

       1547 hours. We are noticeably smaller as a group. We began as a class of about 128. At least a third have died I think. I remember going to Mom and Dad's Westerville

Class of 1936 when there were only a handful left, about two tables worth and that was with me, an included guest. Several of our classmates had at least a parent in the Class of 1936. Grandma Wilhelmena Bookman-Orndorff was in the Class of 1916. Through her and my parents I knew a few in that class also. Westerville was indeed a small peaceful village in those days. It was a good time to grow up. Here comes Carol. (1556)

       You are glancing over the above and realize you have probably mentioned the supposed DNA connection you both discovered after having your DNA checked by reputable people about ten years ago. - Amorella

       1755 hours. I think the photo shows we share our hearts and minds (our friendship) in less than opaque ways also -- dark humor and mischievous wit. I see it in our eyes, smiles and facial expressions. 

       In here, souls share in the friendships more than one might consider. A metaphysical 'twinning' shows up when heartansoulanmind dances with heartansoulanmind. Your outer laughter provokes the music for the dance in a symbiotic relationship in the invisible world, but through human nuances of body language it is demonstrated  -- all of this is unconscious of course, otherwise it would induce an awkwardness sometimes consciously suspected in a first meeting of soon to become close friends. Human beings have a greater understanding of this only through personal experience. - mh

       Post, boy and give it some thought. The reality of heartansoulanmind shows up where words fail to explain the experience between initial meetings of 'becoming friends'. Wherever words fade from honest explanation you can be sure a deeper undertone of reality exist in being human. - Amorella

     Evening. The first chapter is not a soul's adventure but I am adding to the work as we go along so you might see yourself from a slightly different angle. One more point, You show an inclination to dark humor but underlying the first chapter is deep anger about how it is being born in a place you were given no choice to be in. Basically, you deeply wish this physical world were a better place to raise children in so that they might better learn and grow. This is not such a place. The world is not just. The only brotherhood of man is DNA. - mh

       2105 hours. Oddly enough, I do not completely agree with your assessment, Miss Havisham. I feel I am not so angry as I sometimes feel I am. I feel my intentions are peaceful. This is strange to write. I am a mix of fictions. I don't really know who I am, but I am not as angry is you write even though as you wrote the above paragraph I felt it was true. (2111)

       2211 hours. Thinking something through is not the same thing as seeing my thoughts delivered in writing. Anger in writing is basically a focused passion. Passion arising from pride and misbegotten arrogance. How does the soul flesh out these distinctions? What can she better do to help me be a better person?

       Your wording bothers me, orndorff. "Helps me to be a better human being?" is more specific. - Amorella

       What you want to know is how to be better attune to your soul in everyday living. You are looking for a soul sense somewhat akin to the five basic human senses. mh

       2224 hours. You are to the point, Miss Havisham, and are very much like Amorella. I feel human beings have an unconscious soul-sense. When deeply troubled we unconsciously look to our immortal-like soul for help. Perhaps it is the soul that directs us to the concept of a higher spiritual being. This is enough for me for tonight. Maybe what I am looking for is a way to make the unconscious self, conscious . . .. I need to return to the subject at hand and focus on chapter two, if it also appears sensible to Miss Havisham.  

       Let's move to chapter two tomorrow only this time list the characters within the chapter by alphabetic order before beginning to clean up the work. - mh

       Post orndorff. - Amorella