66 All for one and one for all

The Little Red Haired Girl

Brain knew from the fantasy films Body watched on T.V. what the strange doll was. A voodoo doll. It tried to recollect any facts about this type of doll but did not know any. Believable ones that is. It hadn’t been interested in the subject and considered it rubbish and unproven. So what was it doing trying to even think about it whilst stuck in here? Stuck in this dark Pumphouse.

Then it thought about Mrs Tarbot later renamed Tarot by The Little Red Haired Girl. Coincidence? It thought about the name Tarot and tried to recollect any facts associated with it and yet something was familiar about it. ‘Tarot’ …… nope certainly not a family name. ‘Tarot? Tarot?’ …. certainly not a place it had ever been to. ‘Mrs Tarot’ denoted a female, as it tried to rack over all the female friends of theirs, names current and past…. no female friends of that name. It thought about the two words together as a pair and it didn’t seem to fit, but the word Tarot was definitely part of a pair.

“Are you going to put Brain out of its misery?” called Spirit to Soul.
“Yes” sighed Soul “but it was fun to watch for a while.”
“What?” said Brain angrily.
“The second word you are looking for could be one of many but the two most common ones that go with it are ‘Reader’ or ‘Cards’.”
“Oh yes” spluttered Brain “I would have got there eventually” it proudly stated “although why I do not know? As I do not reason on such things.”
“That aside” sighed Soul “it was destined for The Little Red Haired Girl to meet Mrs Tarot and based on what she told her, it sounds like a Tarot reader to me.”

“I hope the contact did not hurt her in some way” cried Heart.
“No” Soul replied “in fact it may well prove to be to our advantage.”
“I don’t comprehend going down this route” Brain was not finding and computing any facts here in this conversation. “How could any of this ‘information’ possibly be helpful to our situation in any way shape or form?”
“I am not sure” sighed Soul “but the child has been very quiet since meeting Mrs Tarot and her return to this Pumphouse and maybe, just maybe she has something more to say about it.”

“She doesn’t lie, we know she doesn’t” cried Heart.
“True” Soul admitted “but maybe there is something else she’s forgotten for now? When she’s awake I would suggest Heart that you are the best one to ask her more about it. See if she reveals anything else?”
Heart was silent for a while. “I will try, but I will not push her or try to trap her in any way. She is only little. I do not want to damage her.”
“I am sure you won’t” sighed Soul.

“Do we really need to consider such a non sensical line of questioning?” asked Brain “It’s not based on any factual or proven record. The whole subject can and has been one of ridicule in the past.”
“It has been I agree, but that does not mean we should perpetuate it, and given our dire situation, we should be allow all paths available to us to assist our escape.”
“What is there to lose?” called Spirit “let’s check it out.”

“What do you want to know about Mrs Tarot?” the Little Red Haired Girl asked and it caught them off guard, they had thought her asleep.
“We just wanted to ask you what she looked like?” cried Heart.
“I don’t remember, except she had a big loose jacket on with lots of pockets. A pocket with my doll in it. A pocket with some special pieces of card in it. Lots of pockets like Mummy’s apron.”

“Oh I see. Did she show you what was in all of them?”
“No, I had to run to Nana and anyway she said some of them had secrets in them. Special secrets that I should tell no-one…not even Nana.”
“And did she have time to tell you any of these secrets?”
“Only one, but it’s a secret so I cannot tell you.”
“But we are one child, we belong to ourselves, we are your friends within Body. We are all in this together to help Body. You want Body to be safe and well don’t you child?” Heart cried.

“Yes but it’s a secret. She said I should tell no-one. Not even Nana.”

“I understand honey, but you need to tell us while Nana is not here. We are part of you, and you are part of us. You are part of Body who needs help. This secret may help us out.”

The Little Red Haired Girl looked down at her feet, Mummy will be cross coz they are very dirty. “But I promised I wouldn’t tell.”

Heart could see the child’s dilemma. In her mind, they were separate identities, and she had promised not to tell anyone. How could Heart make make her see that they were as one, one person within Body. That ‘they’ formed the whole.

“This is ridiculous” stated Brain “It’s beyond my comprehension let alone hers, and it’s making the child withdrawn. Your line of questioning Heart is not working and I doubt it is of any benefit to anyone. ‘Mrs Tarot’ is within this child’s imagination and although she believes she saw her, it’s pure fantasy and another form of lying.”

“Stop it Brain, I am not lying and I will tell ‘Miss’ on you if you keep saying I am and she will make YOU stand on a chair. Mrs Tarot is good, she told me she was and that the key to getting outside to play will come. It will come in and we will have to let it out.”

The Little Red Haired Girl was brave in her anger which surprised Spirit, but she was getting agitated, tearful and was starting to shout. “It will be yellow. Yellow like the Sun and very, very pretty. It will help us in a surprise, in a special way. The Fairies will help too.” She stopped suddenly and burst into tears. “You made me do it. I told you the secret now, you made me do it and I hate you.” She fell into Body’s arms and sobbed. Body rocked her gently and comforted her as best she could. and Heart felt ashamed for pushing her to the limit.

They were silent as they watched Body rock her to sleep exhausted from all the sobbing.

“That did not follow the path I had hoped for” Soul sighed with a whisper. “I did not foresee the child being so upset.”
“Nor did I know her fighting Spirit even at that age.” called Spirit.
“It’s my fault” cried Heart “she now feels she has betrayed Mrs Tarot and I pushed her to it. It does not feel good.”

“It’s all been a wasted exercise anyway” stated Brain “I mean ‘Yellow and very, very pretty’ is not a useful or reliable piece of information to try and help us get out of this place is it? From the only information I can recall about Tarot readers, people have said they use generalised information that could be applied to anyone’s circumstances. Not accurate and certainly not proven.”

“Does that not depend on the accuracy of the receiver as well as the reader?” Soul asked. “Does it not depend on the skills and the intentions of the reader? Does it not depend on whether it’s a personal reading or a general one? There are many paths. There are good and bad in all professions and careers, in people too! Who are you to be so dismissive Brain? about a subject which by your own admission, you know nothing about? It’s you that pushed this child to tears, not Heart. You used a subject ‘to tell a lie’ that you knew would upset her just to get her to tell the secret.”

Brain was calibrating. In hindsight, it reckoned this was the truth.

“I am pleased you see it” sighed Soul “Mrs Tarot’s information is a signal along a path, we will look out for it and recognise it when it happens, even though it was placed in childlike description for the receiver. It will give us confirmation when it happens.”

“If. It’s ‘If’ it happens. IF we ever get out of here” stated Brain.

“Oh give it a rest Brain” called Spirit “lets have a little belief that it is ‘when’ we get out of here. Try and keep that Brain of yours open at least to the idea of ‘when’ we get out of here.”

“O.K.” Brain was now in stand by mode, overworked and overstretched. Nothing made sense anymore. It ascertained that ‘on’ release from this place, it would make more effort to research more about these spiritual type subjects including Tarot but for now, it would think about that tomorrow and reprimanded itself instantly as it was starting to sound like Body….. always tomorrow.

“Stop beating yourself up” called Spirit “it’s keeping me awake and I am tired too. I have to call to the upper realms soon if I can because I am extremely on edge about why Mrs Tarot insisted Nana should not be told about this latest piece of a secret and why? It feels edgy and Body has hairs standing on the back of her neck. We may have to re-assess Nana and her role in all of this.”

“Surely not” cried Heart.

“Time will tell” sighed Soul “but for now may we have a little peace?”

“That’s all I want for you” said the familiar voice which by now they assumed was God.

Except Brain of course “Assumption is the mother of all —-ups.”

“True” God said “after all, look at where you are.”