September 19. 2021
To the Dark you go,
I: I must stay focused in my now. There’s a battle ahead.
The king was slain long ago
∞: There’s nothing to do but wonder: What was it that woke Thorin up after the battle started? What made him suit up and ride out of the mountain with eyes of RED….. Hey, Green Eyes: Now’s a good time to get angry.
I: What’s next?
Your grief today…
I: Ok, so here’s where I’m at: I believe I have been in some kind of state of shock (for several factors) all of which are stored someplace and need to be brought out and into my awareness. I need to begin to assimilate everything I have forgotten and suppressed. I need to revisit these and bring them into an organized summary of Self.
I: Thank you.
Do you think the timing of this is coincidental?
Your friend Rebeca – do you think she makes it back from the brink?
Roald Dahl wrote this way, by the way.
I: Ah. So now I’m integrating.
I: Oh my – and guess who else wrote this way?
Dr. Bingham. Your Yoda. Your teacher. Your mentor.
Long-hand. All of his articles, journals, reviews, books, editorials….
Remember his comments about the pad and pencil…
I: And Wilgus typed.
And there is your Freud (one of them)
Know your own myth
Recount this story, and write it
And… Remember who pointed you to the pen?
I: Dr. Henderson.
Henderson. Your wizard.
“Magic, Harry. Magic.”
The shock was before the graveyard.
The shock was golf cart night.