152 Seeds
Brain was trying to make sense of all the knowledge they had acquired. Knowledge that was unbelievable to Brain however much it looked at the situation. Body, Heart, Spirit and Soul had accepted it and believed it.
The spiritual ‘presences’ for want of a better word, the tarot readings they had watched and were surprisingly accurate, the strange and ongoing ‘bad luck’ which even in Brains calculations did not seem ‘normal’ within the common law of averages.
Big voice who spoke to them with encouragement and endless patience and compassion, the financial loss’s and scam calls, technology playing up for no apparent reason on Body’s phone and laptop too.
Hearts loss of friends and family that disappeared and some of which they had been guided to let go of, yet none of the family phoned them out of concern about Body’s absence of contact.
Even new friends Body had made in town that behaved oddly by staring, asking her questions but talking over her answers, not letting her join their table at a cafe, yet asking when she was leaving because they could do with her table as it was in the shade. Friends that went for drinks after class but didn’t invite her. Strangers that followed Body around town that Brain recognised and agreed with Body that she had seen them before. People that stood too close or touched her by ‘accident’. It was all sounding far fetched and Body checked herself in with the five of them over and over again to make sure it had not been imagined. Even an occasional visiting friend from another town had noticed and witnessed how people had behaved towards Body, and brought it to Body’s attention with no prompting from herself.
But the biggest question of all was about Big voice. Was it God?
And if it was, how would that align with Spirits and Spirituality? How would that align with Tarot messages? How would it align with the Bible? or religion in general? Endless questions.
Time in the new flat was their own now and Body enjoyed the peace and rest it offered. Body ordered some books and started to read the bible her Aunt had given her. She read a page a day of the bible and even though it was a Life application study bible, Brain struggled with making sense and use of the stories within it. What were the lessons they were portraying?
It had to be said, most of Body’s efforts in reading the bible were in Psalms. Psalms for protection as Body still felt unsafe and unease even in the new flat. Spirit agreed with Body and had seen interruptions within their dreams (when they could remember them) or projections into Brains thoughts that were definitely not their own. They were still under some sort of spiritual attack. They worked together reading Psalms for protection.
Soul was aware of Big voice and had the most faith within it. Soul was sure of its origin, of its good, of its truth, but did agree that the pathway to hearing more from Big voice was being blocked deliberately somehow. It was a crazy situation that fried Brain, but they had been asked to be patient and silent (even though they never thought this would continue beyond the Pumphouse), Body had been asked to journal and Spirit felt inspired to. In fact, Body felt complete body shudders every time a chapter was completed and a sudden joy that came from nowhere, even to the point of tears sometimes.
“Speak up. Tell it to others” they had been encouraged. Body re-read them “they are not good enough” she had answered and told herself. “Speak up” the voices said.
“They are ramblings of a retired person and do not have any academic basis. There are people far more knowledgeable than us on esoteric subjects. Who would want to read it if we ever got a publishing deal?” Brain was brutal.
“No need” stated Body “I’ve had a website created and have put them on the internet and been encouraged to put them on a Facebook page too.”
“When did you do all that?” exclaimed Brain “and why was I not included in the decision?”
“Because you would have persuaded us not to. You are such a perfectionist, it would never have been done.”
“Just a minute here” Brain huffed “I am supposed to now consider all of ‘us’ and yet here you are not including me in a decision. How fair is that?”
“It’s not” laughed Spirit “but since the Pumphouse we know each other well enough now. We knew that although well intentioned, your over criticism would have stopped us. So we were brave and did it anyway.”
“With encouragement from Big voice” sighed Soul “seeing as you prefer to name him like that.”
“If I was Heart I would say I feel left out” Brain was annoyed “but I will say my input is worthy and should not be dismissed like that.”
Brain was considering shutting down out of peek.
“Our apologies” cried Heart “but we felt initially our bravery was more important. I feel relieved that you are now on board and can help us to read and learn more, or perhaps we can do that course we promised ourselves?”
Brain was quiet. It was weighing up the odds of sulking or not. Eventually Brain stated “But there is so much we don’t know about. If we put this out there on the world wide web we will look foolish amongst the experts who have years of knowledge on such subjects.”
“We have been asked to do this.” Soul sighed. “God will not let us down. He must have his reasons we know nothing of. He has asked us to have faith and be obedient.”
“How can you be sure this message from Big voice is from God? amongst the others? amongst the confusion which is our daily life?”
“Because hopefully it is not only for our good. We are not earning money for ourselves from it and who knows it may help others going along similar paths. That is a good purpose and intention.”
“If it becomes popular, we can donate any earnings flowing from it. A charitable effort as well as some money for ourselves. We have worked hard” called Spirit.
“Then we must read more. Go on a course, learn” stated Brain.
“And what course would that be?” asked Body “bearing in mind we cannot even attend a local class without feeling estranged from people and distrusting of them. Where do we go? A religious course? A bible learning group? A spiritual retreat? A therapy course? A Tarot course? A guided meditation course? What category do we fit?”
“A good question” Brain stated “but I have no answer.”
“They will find us” Soul sighed.
“And we will intuitively know” called Spirit.
“I’m not sure” stated Brain “and now we have spent what is left of our savings on a car, how could we afford a course? Not to mention a court case against our builder which everyone seems to have forgotten about.”
“We will find a way” stated Body “and know what to do when the time is right. We have to be patient.”
“Like Grandads seeds” the Little Red Haired Girls piped up. “You have to make the soil right, make the water and light right, and be patient. They will grow.”
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