205 Black and White

Searching for answers

205 Black and White

“Why would they do that to us?” Heart sobbed. “Why would anyone go out of their way and take deliberate time and intention to do that without speaking to me first? Without writing or emailing? Without coming to see me for themselves? Without finding out the truth?” Heart was besides itself as the Little Red Haired Girl tried to console her with a hug.

Brain assessed the information and could truly see and understand Hearts position. It was outragious behavior by the people Heart trusted and loved. Here it was in Black and White. It could not be denied anymore. ‘They’ had made unfounded reports to authorities about their ‘concern’ for Body’s mental health. Brain’s mental health, and Brain was livid! They all were, Body, Spirit, Soul and Brain itself. Only Heart cried.

Brain could see from the paperwork in front of Body, received from the Freedom of Information unit, that one could see two reports had been made on them to the embassy about Body’s whereabouts and their ‘concern’. One of them may have been genuine (although Brain felt it was still an overdramatic response) the other had requested compulsory hospitalisation of Body, which was totally unnecessary, alarmist and a gross untruth. They were not a danger to themselves or anyone else, they paid their bills and taxes on time, they were a legal resident, they looked after themselves and more importantly, they were in good health. A little depressed, a little sad, but Brain could sense and feel Hearts sorrow to see the lengths ‘they’ had gone to to cause harm to their life and reputation here in Portugal. It was beyond comprehension and even plain common sense to report them this way.

“Why would they do this?” Heart kept crying. “To what purpose?”
“We may never know” Soul sighed. “Their path is their own and they are obviously not going to tell us however much Body has asked, given them time to, or used Hearts compassion.”
“But it’s untrue and despicable” Spirit roared as it raised itself to its true height. “How dare they assume to know our ‘state of mind’?”
“That is not the right question to ask” Brain assessed. “For once, the question why they did it is more important and we must try to find out.”

“How can we?” called Spirit “if there are people and authorities working against us! How can we if we suspect lies have been told about our origin, our childhood, our whole life! How can we if there are so many people involved including our family!”
“Judging by all the strange situations we have found ourselves in from the past and currently, I would suggest this has been going on our whole life and the only people that could offer clarity are the elders in the family and they are not telling us anything. I would suggest that from now on, anything they want to tell us is done in writing, then they cannot dispute what they have imparted or accuse us of remembering a conversation incorrectly. It is the only way forward” Brain surmised. “Even our most recent visit to the three family members, to try and put things right within relationships, to gain and offer some understanding of behaviours, has not helped. All communication since then, has been minimal at best unless we instigate it, so we have left them alone and felt their silence, as some sort of admittance to avoid facing a truth.”

“Auntie tried to call” the Little Red Haired Girl stuck up for her favourite Auntie.
“I don’t trust it” Spirit called “and we have asked her to write instead.”
“A good call Spirit” Brain agreed. “We cannot take the risk of being misinterpreted again or in the future. Especially now. Now they have called our mental stability into question officially and without cause.”
“But I want to talk to her” the child insisted.
“I feel it is too late for that child” Heart was resigned and in compliance with Spirit and Brain. “We have to protect ourselves now, not anyone else.”

The child separated herself from hugging Heart and sat in isolation, and it was an exact visual expression of how Heart was feeling. They were now completely on their own. All family was gone, their past life was gone and probably a lie anyway. Their friends and lovers had been separated from them too, either by design or their own lack of trust, and who could blame them. All they could do was to move forward and upwards, for nothing could possibly get any worse.

“It can only can better” Spirit called “is a ‘better’ way to phrase that Heart, otherwise we may be encouraging worse into our life.”
“Agreed” Heart answered as Body tried to convince itself that things could only get better.

Soul reminded them all of a prayer they had heard quoted somewhere, they couldn’t remember where, but remembered the prayer, and they said it together as they held their own hand.

“Everything is working out for the highest good. Out of each experience I go through only good will come to me. I am safe. I am protected. I am loved.”
“Be patient” Big voice offered. “You will have what you need, and whatever is meant for you will not pass you by. Stay on the path.”