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June 18, 2023 · 7:26 am

landfall

Arthur and Edward proving once and for all that they are indeed one and the same deep down.

“I don’t feel any different except for the clothes and hair,” spoke one.

“Ne meither,” said the other.

But what to do about it?

—–

“6’5″ both, huh,” said Thomasina about the presents. “Do they play good cop bad cop?”

“I… don’t know. They’re just *there* now.”

“Like the 88s,” she replied, thinking about an earlier time. Before Shelley grew up. She returned to her notes, saw Toy, Play, Mine, Thing on the surface of the paper before her. Separation, one into two. Like removing the shadows from a human face, leaving only outline. But comparing them side by side you can tell they’re from one image. The 8 fingered hand reaches out.

“Anything else, today?” As usual, people were beating down the door of Thomasina’s inner sanctum in the sim of Jasper, needing help for this that and that. She did all she could. She’s using her powers for good these days. She is the true eye of the pyramid. TOM. Both male and female energies. Synergy.

“I don’t suppose so,” Shelley-as-Jennifer replied. “I’ll stay within the column, the FILE, as you requested.”

“Good good. We have agents that are aiding you. Like with the body swapping machine. Good you know. Good *they* know. You will advance step by step, assimilate. Already a variant scenario where Lichen Roosevelt takes over the body has been absorbed. You are you again.” She looks at the now familiar Pepper for President shirt, the glasses, the gloved hands, the patched jeans, the sneakers. The blond doodle-bug hair. *Not* curly any longer. Lichen is gone, although the fear of being “cowed” remains. Probably the influence of Myrtle Beech back on Constance. More to be told there for certain. “Keep those bi-weekly reports coming,” she said in parting.

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June 7, 2023 · 8:48 am

more walls

My Constantynople is essentially walled off on all sides from the land. People — residents — especially island residents probably, just want their privacy or maintain their autonomy and not really interact with neighbors. It’s a shame, though. But… it’s also something I can work with since I still have access to the big hunk of the involved parcels, including all immediate neighbors. Even building rights on most. A little strange. So I’ll definitely remain situated here for a while, especially given the resonance. New character Myrtle Beech, name taken directly from a parcel on the south side of the island (opposite the northern Constantynople), is also kind of a stand in for another avatar I’ve just learned about, and the person behind the avatar, which I’m still studying. A lot of material to go through (!). Old in Our Second Lyfe like me. Difficult to relay what I’ve been uncovering: consonance and dissonance both. Very deep — more soon on all that hopefully as I sort out the still incoming information. But that’s another reason I’m staying put for a while. Even the name Constantynople has something to do with her. It’s on the surface and then it runs deeper, all the way down to the Abyss (another island location — middle this time).

I will progress forward understanding the resonance and the connection between all island residences, if only unconsciously in the main. I will honor the dead memorialized here. I will respect those who want to remain private. We’ll track it all through the map in CROOKED — as I’m currently calling the odd Moard Ling gazebo sort of at the center of it all now. Yes, we have a map. We can build up from that.

One change from before. What I  labelled “dance island” on this map in the last section actually has a name according to its parcel description, as I’ve subsequently found out: Tiki Beach. This is also where the reader first encounters the island. Here:

https://bakerbloch.com/2023/05/28/00380503/

We have circled back to the beginning. We did not understand the significance of the Bali belly dancer (statue) at the time. We are better aligned now. This seems to be Myrtle again, just returned to her south island home. All is in place for the next act.

(to be continued)

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June 6, 2023 · 9:24 am

secret cave

She needs something in her midriff. About, right… there. Don’t worry; doesn’t hurt. It’s all play.

Afterwards, she gives thanks to handy Ganesh for the gift of the new beginning. She’s able to turn herself off now at will. She can return home.

“Get the f- out of here. And take your dangly red legs with you too!”

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June 5, 2023 · 4:23 pm

ML Gazebo 91b

She’d blocked herself off from the hill, her property, never intending to return. Of course she did. Kicked out that All Orange creature (with the red prison legs) from her house, as stated, found only Philip and the big caught fish next door when she returned, pretty Xia and Zimmy gone forever, it seemed. Philip exists on here to tell another tale. I personally know he has to visit the newly set up library over at my Constantynople, see what’s been written about him for the archival record. A lot! Small and big fish alike. Some whoppers once more. He had to stay on the island.

She stood further back, knowing this was about as close as she could get to the center of the island. She stares across what would eventually become the Abyss toward her namesake hill-ridge now in the distance, wondering aloud what it all meant. “Another island? Another pitch dark center? Axis?”

“Yes?”

She twirls. Nobody there — the voice came from nowhere. But she did spot the gazebo in the distance now through a couple of the island privacy walls, portal opened, Constantynople fulfilled. An urban area for the island at last, no matter if the other residents knew it or not. She’d fill each and every one of them in later. “How dare you, so and so!” “How dare *you*, so and so!” And so on until everyone was accounted for, starting with herself.

(to be continued)

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June 3, 2023 · 5:08 pm

00380511

She thought of herself as ugly, a cow even.

Later, from her perch above, she watched her bathe, thinking, If I was only that beautiful. Xia and her cat. Always the cat, even in water. Sky, land, water — didn’t matter. Sometimes she believes she is the cat. I can’t leave, Myrtle thinks. I love her too much.

“All done!” came the call from below. Then she moves toward her clothes, cat still glued to the shoulder. Another constant, let’s call it. Myrtle watches everything with great interest. She use to not be this way. There was Ted, there was John — his twin, granted, but still another person. Then Harry the Lie Detector Magician. He hooked her up one day after much pestering. “Who do you love?” he asked her with great sincerity, tricking her. “You?” she answered basically as a question, making the meter jump. “Try again,” he said with some venom. Zimmy of course. Forbidden love. But then Zimmy changed into Xia. Soul shift. She use to not be this way.

—–

“Tell me that you love me, Xia,” she said, looking over. 1/2 sincere, both knew. Xia was playing this game too. She’d learned from the best (Zimmy).

“Of course I love you, Myrtle. You’re my bestest friend in the world, even closer to me than Zimmy.” Myrtle knew Zimmy didn’t exist any longer physically so he really didn’t count. She said so.

“Oh, Zimmy’s around. I just saw him fiddling with that portal, trying to get that thing to work for *real* this time.”

Myrtle had watched *Xia* mess with the so-called portal on the porch over there just before she came for a visit. There was no Zimmy. Not any longer. Okay, she’ll play along. “Zimmy’s a good brother to you.”

“*1/2* brother,” Xia quickly added.

“1/2 brother,” Myrtle calmly corrected herself.

“He taught me everything there is to know.”

“I know.”

“I *know* you know.”

Silence between them. Xia’s feet daintily kicked the old wooden fence marking the border between their properties, reminding her that she needed to return home soon. But — so lonely over there. Only Zimmy. Like talking to a mirror sometimes, she lamented. They were only 1/2 kin to each other blood-wise but still so close that their skins almost overlapped, blood shared and then some. “Come over here,” he said just earlier, before the visit started, patting the rug below the non-blue ball.

It took about 5 days, but Xia, slowly but surely, began to think of Myrtle as a mom. *Her* mom. Zimmy’s too. This baffled Myrtle. She decided to retreat into the interior of the island for contemplation, to a parcel some call the Abyss. Maybe the term was applied later, after what happened to Myrtle. Myrtle became… dark after that.

While gone, she rented her place to an orange being. All Orange. Not useful any longer, the elves retreated back into Philip, their creator after all, if not a Dark Lord. They’d forgotten who their actual father was, and that he had been living amongst them all this time. Everyone absorbed the inevitable fall together. Dancing Chuck looked on at the mess, wondering how the heck he was going to put all these pieces back together. In the end, Zimmy became intermixed with Xia and visa versa. And Philip became part fish, part tall tale himself, the stuff of legend; many books and documents written about him. When Myrtle returned from the Abyss and kicked All Orange back to greener pastures… well, we better save some of the story for later…

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