38 An Idea
“I have an idea ” Brain said quietly as Body and The Little Red Haired Girl were finally asleep on the hard concrete floor of the Pumphouse. Brain may have been considered considerate in not wanting to wake them but it was because it did not want to wake them and answer endless pointless questions from the child or hear Body whining.
“Go on” sighed Soul.
“This small child is little right?”
“Stating your obvious are you Brain?” called Spirit.
“Shut up and listen” Brain stated.
“Here we go again” called Spirit “disrespectful as per.”
“I have been listening to you and I have an idea. As she is so little, if we get Body to remove all the broken glass she would fit through the window and go and ask for help. Get us out of here.”
“You just don’t get it do you Brain.”
“What?”
“She is not of physical form. She is spirit, she is within Body. She is part of Body. She is Body’s inner child…and even if she was of physical form, would you feel comfortable or wise to send such a small child out into the forest to search for help? It’s dark, she would get lost. Would she remember how to retrace her steps even if she found someone to help us? Would she be able to ask for help? Its a preposterous idea! She is just a child and how could you even think of it? called Spirit.
“Don’t do it” cried Heart “she needs adults to take care of her.”
“It’s not a path I would have chosen” sighed Soul “it’s very risky and untrodden.”
“Whoa ok” Brain exclaimed “calm down its just a thread of an idea. It makes no sense to me either I agree, but I am trying to get us out of here. To think ‘outside of the box’ if you excuse the pun.”
“It’s not time for jokes especially about a child’s safety” called Spirit.
“OK then, if you are worried about the child’s safety so much, and you are also not of physical form (hard for me to believe that but anyways) why don’t you go Spirit? If Nana is able to come in and out why can’t you go and search for help?”
It was a good question and Brain felt pleased with itself.
Soul sighed and Heart cried.
                            
Spirit took a deep breath after assimilating the question for a while. This was going to be difficult for Brain to understand. “Because I am crushed and trapped in here too, and before you ask why think on all that has gone before. Think about the times you have ignored me, disregarded my input, denied the inspiration I provided, disagreed with the intuition, did not accept the warnings or the ‘Red Flags’ as the therapist calls them. Irrespective of the fact that not all Spirits are the same or have the same abilities.”
“What are you getting at?” Brain asked.
“I am crushed and trapped because of you.”
“Now just a second” Brain huffed.
“Stop denying this, stop ignoring me yet again and think about your thoughts and decisions. I have given you every clue possible for your information which you ignored and you are still ignoring me.”
“That’s not strictly fair Spirit” sighed Soul “for Brain cannot be responsible or knowledgeable about other people we meet. Brain cannot know their agenda or path, or thoughts and decisions.”
“Thank you Soul”
“True” Spirit confirmed “but Brain is responsible for it’s own self limiting thoughts and decisions and how it makes them.”
“I am asking this question now, far fetched as it may seem to me because I am starting to listen to you. Why would I even process this idea is far beyond my normal pattern or threads and it confuses me. So cut me some slack would you Spirit.”
“Ok I will and I will give your idea about the child going out some assimilation and ask for guidance.”
“What have you started Brain?” sighed Soul “who knows where this may lead.”
“Is that a rhetorical question Soul?” called Spirit “coz I certainly do not have the answer. I will ask for guidance on this idea and that is all I can promise at this moment.”
‘What have I started? I should have kept my thoughts to myself’ Brain quietly thought.
“Ha! that may work with other people but you cannot hide them from us” laughed Spirit.
“Shut up with your gloating Spirit, I feel really unintelligent for even thinking about this thread. It’s not my normal pattern and it makes no sense, no factual sense at all, this talk of Spirits, inner child, voices etc.”
“Maybe it’s beyond your knowledge Brain” sighed Soul.
“Quite possibly and God knows where it may lead.”
“I do” God announced.
“Then help us please” Spirit called.
“I am, in ways none of you can see. You have choices I have given you. Work together.”
“Play nicely” the Little Red Haired Girl stated and Nana smiled.
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