131 Thank you

The Little Red Haired Girl

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131 Thank you

Spirit was happy the butterfly escaped but Spirit was wistful, it longed to follow the butterfly through the window of the Pumphouse. Spirit called them all, all five of them, to meditation and prayer. It was the only thing that lifted Spirit.

Body noticed the sensation of chills on the skin and warmth on the inside. A strange contradiction of senses every time they did their meditation and prayer.

Brain felt relief by ‘talking’ about all its worries past, present and future to ‘whomever’ was listening during meditation and prayer.

Heart sometimes cried and sometimes felt overwhelming joy in the shake of a dozen beats. She forgave herself and all her past mistakes. She forgave others. An unexplainable mix of feelings during meditation and prayer.

And Soul? Soul looked back along their path and saw how far they had come and the lessons they were learning and still to learn with hope and faith that God willing, all would get better. That this darkness was temporary and they would emerge and get out of this Pumphouse just like the butterfly. It was destined to be so.

The Little Red Haired Girl intertwined it all with occasional memories and the stories they brought forth. But most of the time, she remained quiet playing with her doll or sleeping. She was used to occupying herself as the adults talked.

They all surrendered to the meditation and prayer and it brought them all relief in different ways. Heart struggled the most with releasing control but with practise Heart embraced it wholeheartedly and as a result was beginning to mend and become whole again.

“It’s back” the child whispered “the butterfly is back” and Body opened its eyes. “You’re right, so it is.”
“Worth interrupting us then” stated Brain.
“Shut up Brain” they all said.

“No I meant it! I am curious as to why it should even be awake in this darkness” Brain defended itself.
“Body, don’t let it hurt itself again, Please get up and try and get it to go out the window” the child requested.
“It’s persistent” called Spirit. “Why would it visit us here of all destinations it could fly to?”

“Maybe Mrs Tarot was right, maybe it’s a clue to our escape from here? but I am lost as to which direction to take” sighed Soul.
“Let’s just watch it for a moment” Body replied and held her breath as the butterfly started to walk the same path.

“No… it’s going the same way! Get up Body please and shoo it out before it hurts itself. Please” the child begged.
“It’s Ok look it’s turned around and gone back along the horizontal bar. It’s going to be Ok.” Body replied and wondered why it was short of breath.
“Breath” Brain reminded Body as she realised she had been holding her breath again.

They watched as the butterfly stopped and opened its wings for a moment, and then restarted its journey in the opposite direction with its vertical quivering wings and started to climb the opposite vertical bar.
“Get up Body” the child implored getting really concerned and pushing at Body to move. “It will hurt itself again, please get up and shoo it out of the window.”
“That may hurt it more” cried Heart.
“True” agreed Brain.

“Perhaps we are not meant to interfere with its journey, perhaps this is a case of ‘less is more'” Soul suggested.
“Never the ‘less’ we should fight for its escape, we should help it” called Spirit.
“I cannot bear to watch it ” cried Heart “we could try and save it at least.”
“Do something Body” the Little Red Haired Girl cried “it will batter and bash its wings on the top of the door again.”

“Appease the child” Brain stated “what harm can it do? except damage the scales on its wings if you touch it.”

Body slowly reached full standing height by which time the butterfly was at the solid top of the door and about to repeat its bashing flight to try and get through no window at all.
“Quick” called Spirit “It’s about to take flight.”

Body could only just reach the butterfly at full stretch with arms above her head and she tried to cup her hands over it without crushing it but it was too late, it had taken flight.
“Oh no!” the child wailed “it’s flying into the door.”

Spirit tried to lift itself and get above the butterfly. It took supreme effort but as it rose, Spirit tried to displace the air above it to force the butterfly downwards towards the squares of open window. The butterfly did a circuit around the roof of the Pumphouse bashing into a slice of the moonlight on the wall.
“It is going to the light? Stand away from the door Body so it can fly towards the real moonlight in the open squares rather than the reflection of it on the wall.” stated Brain.

“Shall I see if I can push the air behind it?” called Spirit “and see it I can get it to go that way?”
“It’s worth a try Spirit, get behind it.” Brain agreed.

“Can you see your path Spirit?” Soul asked.
“Difficult when I’m looking to create a push of invisible air in the darkness.”
“The dust will help you see the way it goes. Try please Spirit” called the child amongst the commotion of Body trying to move out of the way of the squared window and tripping over rubble and broken glass on the Pumphouse floor.

Spirit tried, and Body fell and hurt her hands and knees, but the butterfly flitted more frantically within the disturbance of air.

“Try one more time Spirit please” cried Heart as they watched the butterfly bash its way around the circular walls and now higher than ever and out of Body’s reach. It finally flew towards the moonlight coming through the door but it was too high and bashed itself over and over again against the top solid part of the door. “Let it out Please!” the Little Red Haired Girl cried in despair.

“There is nothing more we can do child, it will find its way out” Brain said softly in an effort to calm her down.

“It’s going to die, it will have no wings left. Let it out please” she begged. The tears in rivers down her cheeks that the moonlight caught.

They all felt helpless and in desperation watched the child reach for the door handle and pull with all her might as her feet pushed against the door frame and wall. She was horizontal in her effort to free the butterfly, a small child, against the odds, with a huge heart, pulling with all her might.

Body was shocked as she saw the child fly across the Pumphouse and her back hit the opposite wall. What had thrown her?

“The door!” Brain exclaimed “look! it’s open!” as they peered through the dust and saw the flitting butterfly escape towards the moon. “It opened inwards! All this time we’ve been pushing it and it opened inwards!” The butterfly had disappeared out of view oblivious to its part in their revelation.

“Are you alright child?” cried Heart as the Little Red Haired Girl sat amongst the rubble, winded slightly and out of breath. Tears streaming down her cheeks which was not a long journey for them as the cheeks were rounded from the grin that went from ear to ear.

“Well who’d have thought it!” exclaimed Brain “after all this time, all this darkness, the door opened inwards! Why would there have been a branch outside ‘propping’ it shut? What would be the point of someone doing that? I can’t believe what Body’s eyes are seeing! Is this real?”

“Yes it’s real. We are all here. But the branch? The branch was just a trick and an illusion, a trick of the eye for Body and for you Brain. The branch was a distraction for Body and an assumption for you Brain. It was there for us to realise a spiritual learning curve on trusting ones own inspiration and intuition however farfetched the clues may be or where they come from. It’s a lesson for us all.” Spirit called.

“It’s our lesson” sighed Soul “one of hope, faith and love. It was our journey.”

“It was nothing short of a miracle. We found it here in this dark internal space” called Spirit.

“Can we discuss this later Soul? I for one, am ready to go home” Brain announced.

Heart sobbed uncontrollably, and Brain made Body’s eyes roll to the heavens in predictable disdain.

“Stop it Brain” called Spirit “let Heart cry. It’s part of our nature.”

“Ok Ok” Brain replied in frustration “but Body, get up and dust yourself off. It’s time to go home for Gods sake.”

“Not for mine. For yours” God explained. “I live within all of you. I am not external. I come from within once you all decide to work together. Be kinder to yourselves, then you will find some kindness and compassion for others.”

“Could you have found a better way to teach us rather than this dark Pumphouse?” Brain enquired, and as Body got up and examined her cut knees she straightened up and took a long look at the moon, her friend that had kept her company and she swore she saw him raise his eyes to the heavens at Brains remark! Curious.

“Right, let’s go home” stated Brain.

“May your God go with you?” God asked.

“Absolutely” sighed Soul “and thank you.”