67 Mrs Tarot
Spirit called as best as it had strength for through the darkness of the Pumphouse and its round flat solid ceiling, to the upper realms and other Spirits for guidance. It had never really tried this too often and was fearful of it and very tired, but the fight had not left Spirit and it had to try and find out about Nana since the Little Red Haired Girl’s spilled secret about Mrs Tarot. Was Nana of the light? was she a good intentioned ancestral spirit? Spirit itself was far from knowledgeable but instinctively was fluctuating between trusting this feisty woman and not. It liked her feistiness one minute but was suspicious of it the next. Body did not receive any fear responses from Nana which was good, but at the same time Body was in such poor health now would it respond anyway?
Nana’s love for the Little Red Haired Girl was obvious and kept her visiting the child but as far as Spirit knew, humans had several lives on earth until they received a high enough rank correlating to the tests they passed and how they behaved within those lives on earth, to then ascend fully and completely into the Spirit world and the upper realms. So maybe there were other reasons why Nana was trapped between the two worlds? As far as Spirit knew (and it didn’t even know how it knew this information or where it had come from), sometimes unresolved issues from these earthly lives could keep a Spirit trapped between the earth and the upper realms, and it grew dark and quiet at the thought.
There were good and bad spirits, just as Soul had said before there are also good and bad people too.
Spirit gave up trying to call to the upper realms it was getting nowhere fast, there was no response so there was no chance the spiritual court would answer, and all its broken efforts just made it forlorn and dispirited one might say. Maybe when it recovered a bit more and was back to full strength, light and fight, Spirit could call to Mrs Tarot? Did she read the cards only? Or did she channel/hear the spirits?
“That may not be a bad idea idea” sighed Soul “we could try that path.”
“Well it maybe worth a shot, I don’t know much about any of these subjects. I am only attached to ‘us’ and Brain has no more knowledge either even if it is open minded enough.”
“Should I be ‘in my feelings’ or ‘upset’ by that remark?” asked Brain “after all, you guys would be” it scoffed and went on.” I am perfectly able to acknowledge that I know very little about any of this. Be it Tarot, Spirituality, Religion, Upper realms, inner voice, who do Voodoo type efforts. It’s all beyond me and I am totally ignorant of any of it and until we got stuck in this Pumphouse, this dark horrible place, I had never any proper facts about it or inclination to learn about it. And anyway, Body always kept me busy with finances, children and work, day to day living. You know normal living and life.”
“Don’t get defensive” called Spirit.
“I’m not. I have never really been interested, but these are dire times, we are stuck in here and I am prepared to listen to anything to get us out. To consider all options however preposterous they seem to be in terms of actual proven data. Body is failing fast, and although I get the sense of urgency about that, it is not altruistic. If Body dies so do I, so does Heart, so does the child if she is part of Body as you would have me believe.”
“So shall we consider Spirits idea?” sighed Soul.
“As I have said, I will consider all options to get us out.”
“Good” called Spirit “I will try when I have regained my fight.”
“O.K. as you see fit. But if I am prepared to try to understand any of this, I ask you to try to consider that if Noswad, Friend, Builder and Family are involved in our entrapment here in some way, and let us assume that may be the case, that Soul is right. There are definitely bad people around us.”
“Is that important when asking for spiritual help?” asked Spirit.
“It maybe if there are good and bad spirits too. Maybe these people have utilized the spirit world against us too! I don’t know. One thing I do know for sure is that whatever we uncover about these people, good or bad, is going to affect Heart. Heart will get broken further. Are we prepared for that?”
There was the question. Hanging on the washing line amongst the damp fusty laundry that time had forgot. No one could answer except Heart and so they waited in the isolation of the darkness, in the thick viscous air created by fear.
Finally Heart answered.
“Yes I am prepared. I will have courage no matter what we uncover about these people or not. Even Noswad.”
“Are you sure?” asked Brain.
“What’s the alternative?” Heart cried “to live in here for the rest of our lives?”
“Short life” corrected Brain.
“OK, for the rest of our short life. To never know? to live in fear of the unknown? To be without closure or be able to move on past it? To carry this pain and loss into the future? or even to apologise for being overly suspicious of people which, if we are wrong, I am quite prepared to do so genuinely. I would rather know, and then maybe I can be fixed.”
“Well said” called Spirit “I admire your bravery.”
“It doesn’t feel brave” cried Heart “it feels like looking into the mouth of the giant monster just because you expect it may have a little tooth ache. It feels scary.”
“We will support your path” sighed Soul “in the hope it helps you heal and also may provide a path to escape this place, via Mrs Tarot if Spirit can contact her.”
“What if we do find out that these people put us in here on purpose? What if they are that bad?” cried Heart.
“Well” Brain jumped in “if we can prove it we will sue them, take them to court, collect all the data and facts and make sure they cannot do this to anyone else.”
“But what if it’s a spiritual attack?” called Spirit “how do we prove it? Who would believe us?”
“Difficult” sighed Soul “I don’t believe that will be possible in a court of law, and also I don’t believe Hearts pathway to heal is for that purpose or that court will heal it.”
“Hearts pathway to healing is through forgiveness” Big voice announced “And bad people will receive punishment when the time is right. Vengeance is mine and mine alone.”

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