Tuesday, August 3, 2010
3 AM. Meant to note, at the presentation Sunday a woman saw me surrounded by presences – in the form of lights, I think she said – which I took and take to be the guys.
And the idea you just received is a valid one – you could have someone photograph you with a digital camera and get some interesting portraits with your friends if you call them for the occasion. Or, if you call David, John, Joseph, Bertram etc. successively you might be able to get photos of them with you, although theirs would be like a superimposed blurry or pale image. You could take a photo in your bathroom mirror.
7 AM. All right, late start today. Who’s on first?
If Abbott and Costello couldn’t figure it out, you and I aren’t going to.
Say more. I don’t have you yet.
It’s Tuesday morning in early August. You’ve been doing this all of July, all of June and May at a couple of days of April. That’s a lot of time to get used to the feel of a certain voice.
Well, if it’s you, Ernest, it doesn’t quite feel like you.
As you have noted and explained, the TGU concept has served you extremely well over the years, by rendering identification unnecessary.
All right, well, what’s today’s subject, or is it up to me? I’m tempted to ask what is it that’s going to happen today.
Disclosure, of a sort, but not of a sort anyone is expecting.
Going to say more about that?
No, because there’s no point in trying to describe a snowfall to one who has no experience of snow. Also, remember Rita’s description of her attempts to contact the future, how she continually readjusted anything that came, to stick to the probable? We laughed at her logic, and she did too when she realized what she had been doing. You’d be doing the same thing. There’s no need to try to predict as a way of being sure we didn’t say anything that didn’t come to pass. And there is no reason to move into guesswork instead of reception, which is about what would happen.
All right. So we’ll see. I did get that Barack Obama is too well protected to be killed. And I certainly hope so.
Oh yes. Been there, done that.
[Again, as yesterday with Rita, a voice and a phrase I recognized immediately.] Joyce?
How are you? That’s merely a social convention, but you know us Southerners.
Joyce, very nice to hear from you. I didn’t realize we were working together. Or are you here for a particular reason?
You have so many of us helping you, and of course you aren’t aware of most of us, and often enough aren’t aware of any of us. There isn’t anything wrong with that, I’m just pointing it out. You’re the focus of a tremendous lot of attention because of what you’re doing.
Well, then probably we ought to keep on doing it, huh?
Probably a good idea, yes.
So what in particular, my lovely friend?
I’ll bet you say that to all the spirits.
Laughing. When you find an approach that works –
Frank, I just want to particularly encourage you. You could ratchet up what you’re doing very easily merely by posting daily on the Monroe list and encouraging any and all to re-post to their own lists, and you could post every day’s, as it comes, on your blog. The reason – or one reason, anyway – is that your changes are coming so quickly that no one will be able to follow them without journeying along with you, and this was never intended by you here or you there to be only a private voyage of discovery. You made up a conversation between Angelo and Claire [in Babe In The Woods] about being Columbus and not shrinking from the implications – so maybe it wasn’t you who made it up. Or, as you always say, why do you suppose you made up that instead of something else?
So I should – or could, anyway; I do recognize the distinction – post as we go as well as put it all together in a more organized form?
It’s right-brain/left-brain in a way. Any given day’s catch is an experience unto itself even if it consists of a logical explanation of some facet of something. The detailed analysis and interrelation of the various separate elements is an act of synthesis such as the left-brain was fashioned to be able to provide. So, each has its rightful place.
All right. And that will solve the problem of feeding the blog, nicely, won’t it?
You can’t know what you’re in the middle of starting (not that anyone can, ever) because what you do is interrelated on a global and beyond-global scale with what everyone else does. One fisherman in the North Atlantic probably isn’t aware of his part – or let’s say isn’t aware of the total pattern of which his life is a part. And that “probably” was for the sake of ironic emphasis.
You, nor anyone reading what you post, whether they read it right away or after a long delay, can have much idea of how you fit into the larger scheme of things. Fortunately you and they don’t need to know. It would be a fine thing if something impossible were necessary, wouldn’t it?
Encouragement for the troops, eh?
Don’t you all deserve it? Don’t you sometimes need it, and don’t you usually appreciate it?
All encouragement gladly accepted. I certainly try to encourage people. I spent years without it, or anyway without recognizing it; I know its value.
You can see what a creature of habit you are, and how even necessary changes in habit [I was away from home as I took this entry in my journal] deprive you – deprive one – of a certain support.
I wish I’d recognized it early in life!
Well, things take as long as they take.
I never knew whose advice was good, or what commonly accepted advice pertained to me.
You can see, being totally at sea has its advantages and its disadvantages. If you don’t know where you are or where you are headed or even where you came from – a pretty good description of everyday life in any case – it’s harder to stick to one course, but it does mean you may discover some previously unknown island.
Yes, if you don’t die of hunger and thirst, and your crew doesn’t mutiny, and you have a ship that doesn’t founder, etc.
Ernest told you, there’s a complaints desk somewhere.
No doubt. So are we just floundering around this morning or is there something more pointed?
You can always ask a question. The message I wanted to deliver, I delivered.
All right, I do appreciate it – and shall I pass on your best wishes to a certain mutual friend?
No need. We can do that ourselves.