[Diary Notes]
Movie day, time for Cowboy Classics, Clint Eastwood,
Unforgiven, great theme, never seen it before, neither
did my Beloved or Barbara and we are excited, my Little
Tin Soldier balancing on one leg is pirouetting as he is
Rediscovering his role in life, lifting his hand in salute and
I’m balancing within reality with hallucination and fantasy
chasing each other in my game of living with my guardian
angels - as non-physical consciousness taking an interest
In human affairs: the angels are my friends while conscious-
ness is trying to teach us something, I see glimpses of them
in Jane Roberts and my favourite Terry Pratchett - claiming
there are four lesser horsemen, that is Screaming, Confusion
Chaos and Mayhem* or something: I’ll clean the kitchen, then
some of these will depart and I hope synchronicity will play its
part in teaching me something about eternity and our role in
the larger scheme of things….
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AND the movie was awful, horrible, just the last few scenes
where Clint Eastwood killed the sheriff and all his men were
worthwhile, yet did not make up for watching a nasty series
of terrible scenes making me nauseous, this is the last time
I watch a movie without Googling everything, I hated this
one, had to watch it with my friend, this is the end of any
movie club, the only beautiful thing was Clint Eastwood
accurately shooting everyone - yet a few were left alive
Ain't that a shame - I wanted them ALL dead in the end!
[* Panic, Bewilderment, Ignorance and Shouting - p. 40,
Terry Pratchett, Monstrous Regiment, Doubleday, 2003]
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