Another Snow Day.
Spirit has been sending me to various Bleak Houses which is not a pleasant experience and takes in the ‘Greta Garbo Home For Wayward Boys And Girls’ and ‘Arbeit Macht Frei’ when it doesn’t. The void deep down in the Self is way beyond anything I could ever have believed. There is a bleakness so utter.‘Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone’.
It has become clear to me there are layered realities or parallel realities or timelines within the Dream. I’ve been shown about six or so different realities in my memory bank. Actually spirit says that’s only scratching the surface of the number of realities but my mind couldn’t cope with the full scale. This shows it well I believe.
The Trial. Guilt is at the core of the dysfunction and also why we take on guilt and have feelings of guilt about things which have nothing to do with the individual.
The original German title of The Trial was Der Process, The Process.
Essentially a trial is a test.
The first records of trial come from the 1500s. It comes from the Anglo-French trier, meaning ‘to try’ (the word try comes from the same term). In a general sense, a trial of something is a test of it. – from Dictionary.com
The laboratory experiment.
The mouse, rat, rabbit or whatever is the subject of the test may wonder why are you doing this to me. But if the human conductor of the test tried to explain it’s purpose, would the mouse be capable of understanding? If the conductor (?) of the human subject trial tried to explain, would the human be capable of understanding?
Job pleaded with Yahweh. Why, why, why is this happening to me? Yahweh finally said “who is this who questions my wisdom with words without wisdom?”. How would you understand even if I tried to explain myself?
The absurdity.
About Jackie and Shadow and an empty nest.
On Tuesday two ravens took the two eggs they had been incubating, they were undeveloped.
On Wednesday Shadow returned to the empty nest. Jackie did not.
I’m told it’s never wise to attribute human emotions to other creatures but, the acceptance of the loss and confusion and maybe even guilt over the failure, seem obvious.