ADBRIGHT
birth conception and death, parts one, two and three
fiction
edward w pritchard
There are different colors of the kaleidoscope for birth, conception and death unrelated to human motives or understanding. As black is the color of death, blues and exploding violets are the color of birth as the baby escapes it's confines. Conception is a swirled color wheel of potentialities. Red is the path from one state to the other ending in Death.
FRIDAY, MARCH 4, 2011
birth part 1 and two
Birth part 1 and 2
fiction
edward w pritchard
out on the ledge part 1
birth
Kery a woke to find him find himself in a constant cold drizzle climbing down a sloping tin roof trying to get to the north edge of the roof which was the lowest so he might drop off and get back on solid ground. There were ribs sticking up in the roof about four inches high that held the roof together and they were very sharp. To move down toward the drop off point Kery had to settle himself down slowly, while fighting gravity, which wanted to crash him forcibly to the ground below which would kill him because of the fall. All the time he lowered himself, lying face down on his stomach, stretched to his full height, moving slowly forward a cold rain froze to the metal roof and made his hands not function properly. He needed his hands because he had to hold them just so so or he would slice his fingers on the razor sharp ribs holding the roof together on the old house. Kery's arms ached from the exertion of holding himself steady and the muscles of his stomach and sides quivered from the exertion.
Looking down into the house below he could see the people in the room below had had a baby girl. The girl was the center of attention and was in a small baby crib and several people crowded around. The realization came to Keri that he might be looking into his great grand mother's house and the baby was his grandmother. The great grandmother had died when Keri was four, he had been taken to see her once at an old nursing home when she was 98. The grand mother, who might be the baby girl, had died when Keri was twelve and he had known her only as an old woman. The great grandmother was dark haired and beaming. The baby was a beautiful baby.
It was windy up on the roof and Kerry had to stay low to be able to see because of the icy rain driven by a light persistent wind. His lower back began to spasm from the strain of steadying himself as using his hands he descended along the sharp ribs toward the drop off point at the edge of the roof. He was very fatigued. Once or twice the realization flashed to him that if he let go he would still end up on the ground.
He was aware suddenly that gloves would help his ordeal. After that flash of insight he became aware how desperately he wanted to get to the ground safely. He tried to stop in his descent and rest and found out he could, but the pain to his muscles and hands intensified. With that realization Keri inched painfully toward the drop off point. Now he was aware that he was being resisted from moving forward. He was being pushed down strongly and held back forcibly. There was profound fear of the next outcome. Keri was driven to move. In addition to the rain and wind he began to hear sounds. Keri continued toward the drop off point.
end part 1
part 2
conception
We are a drop of water or moisture falling and falling. Going somewhere significant and important. The destination is familiar but not understandable and mundane but forgotten. We approach our destination and union occurs. Explosive activity begins immediately and all of reality is changed permanently by our existence and creation. Instantly, although we have just been created as one cell becomes two then four, we began to die, although it is not apparent.
end
fiction
edward w pritchard
out on the ledge part 1
birth
Kery a woke to find him find himself in a constant cold drizzle climbing down a sloping tin roof trying to get to the north edge of the roof which was the lowest so he might drop off and get back on solid ground. There were ribs sticking up in the roof about four inches high that held the roof together and they were very sharp. To move down toward the drop off point Kery had to settle himself down slowly, while fighting gravity, which wanted to crash him forcibly to the ground below which would kill him because of the fall. All the time he lowered himself, lying face down on his stomach, stretched to his full height, moving slowly forward a cold rain froze to the metal roof and made his hands not function properly. He needed his hands because he had to hold them just so so or he would slice his fingers on the razor sharp ribs holding the roof together on the old house. Kery's arms ached from the exertion of holding himself steady and the muscles of his stomach and sides quivered from the exertion.
Looking down into the house below he could see the people in the room below had had a baby girl. The girl was the center of attention and was in a small baby crib and several people crowded around. The realization came to Keri that he might be looking into his great grand mother's house and the baby was his grandmother. The great grandmother had died when Keri was four, he had been taken to see her once at an old nursing home when she was 98. The grand mother, who might be the baby girl, had died when Keri was twelve and he had known her only as an old woman. The great grandmother was dark haired and beaming. The baby was a beautiful baby.
It was windy up on the roof and Kerry had to stay low to be able to see because of the icy rain driven by a light persistent wind. His lower back began to spasm from the strain of steadying himself as using his hands he descended along the sharp ribs toward the drop off point at the edge of the roof. He was very fatigued. Once or twice the realization flashed to him that if he let go he would still end up on the ground.
He was aware suddenly that gloves would help his ordeal. After that flash of insight he became aware how desperately he wanted to get to the ground safely. He tried to stop in his descent and rest and found out he could, but the pain to his muscles and hands intensified. With that realization Keri inched painfully toward the drop off point. Now he was aware that he was being resisted from moving forward. He was being pushed down strongly and held back forcibly. There was profound fear of the next outcome. Keri was driven to move. In addition to the rain and wind he began to hear sounds. Keri continued toward the drop off point.
end part 1
part 2
conception
We are a drop of water or moisture falling and falling. Going somewhere significant and important. The destination is familiar but not understandable and mundane but forgotten. We approach our destination and union occurs. Explosive activity begins immediately and all of reality is changed permanently by our existence and creation. Instantly, although we have just been created as one cell becomes two then four, we began to die, although it is not apparent.
end
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