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The Little Red Haired Girl

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“Is it possible we can talk in thought without the child and Body hearing?” Nana whispered noticing that Body was asleep and as she did a double take, noticing that Body was also extremely pale. She had asked this of Brain, Heart, Spirit and Soul before the air and dust had even settled on her return to the Pumphouse. ‘Oh course Nana. What news?’ Brain thought immediately.

‘I have relayed all that Mrs Tarot said to me to the court, and of course, they knew about it. They sent Mrs Tarot to try to comfort us in the absence of any other way to communicate. You guys are not advanced enough, awakened enough if you like, to speak with them directly and also your spiritual intuition and progression has been blocked by others.’

‘Go on’ Spirit requested. and grew dark at the thought.

‘Yes. You are under attack on all fronts. Financial, practical, emotional and spiritual. In fact they have even tried to swap your destiny, your path, your Soul.’
“Continue Nana” sighed Soul.

‘That’s ridiculous!’ thought Brain ‘I am only just assimilating this data from our previous conversation only last night er… whenever it was.’
‘It is an atrocious thought and calling’ Spirit agreed.

‘For what possible reason?’ Brain enquired ‘What was ‘their’ purpose?’

‘Envy’ Nana responded ‘They looked into your Akashic records, saw your destiny and envied it. So they tried to swap it amongst them each sharing the gifts that they wanted and projecting all their own negativity onto you. Right from when you were a tiny child.’

‘That would have to involve family then” Spirit darkened.

‘Yes or childhood friends. Either way, Mrs Tarot was correct, looking into another’s destiny through spiritual readers is against spiritual law, and the reader in question is part of their team.’

‘These thoughts are so far fetched I am struggling to even assimilate them let alone comprehend them. It’s unbelievable and I cannot believe it would have been done just out of envy for another persons ‘gifts’ or ‘destiny’ as you call it. What am I thinking? I don’t even comprehend destiny.’ Brains thoughts were in turmoil. ‘Hang on, there must have been another motive?’
‘Yes, there was and is’ Nana relayed ‘Greed.’

‘But we don’t have anything we haven’t worked for. We are not wealthy, we have no money for them to take or want.’

‘I know’ Nana agreed. ‘But apparently you do. It’s in your destiny and we know nothing of it. Mrs Tarot suggested it may be an inheritance or life assurance policy. Something to do with forged documents and an earthly court case. They would not tell me what exactly.’

‘Oh come on now’ thought Brain ‘How would we not know of any court case? or inheritance? We would have been notified.’

‘Have you had much post since being abroad?’ thought Nana.

“No because we’re directed it to …..Family” Brain paused. “Anyway they did not have our passport or ID or birth certificate.”

“But who had access to it all?’ called Spirit.

‘Noswad, he needed them to help with his own ‘visa’ to join Body and to marry her, and probably stole any post that arrived that was in his interest or intercepted it. Or Friend that asked me to send a copy of my passport to change a ferry ticket or her husband who remained at home while Body and her were away. He also had the spare key in case of an emergency with the house if you recall’ Nana grew to her full height again.

‘But a court case! we would have been informed, we would have known ? We would…….’
“We were absent in another country” called Spirit.

‘It would have taken a group of people to implement all this across countries and across water and …….internet.’

‘Bingo’ called Spirit.

‘It was a whole plot’ Nana agreed ‘by all accounts a well thought out one and they invested a lot of money to do it.’

‘Did they give you detail Nana? I need facts, I need to know who was involved and when? It’s outrageous if true, and criminal!’ thought Brain.

‘But it’s family’ cried Heart ‘we can ask them. They will tell us the truth.’

‘No they won’t. In fact instructions from Spiritual court are precise on this. We must stay silent. We will never work it all out as so many people are involved and it’s very complex. We must be quiet or we will give the game away. We have done enough and they are going to fight on our case, bring the truth into the open and the enemies down one by one. We must have faith in our spiritual team and in God. They are aware also that law enforcement officers on the ground, on earth, are also watching these people and are investigating. If we speak, we will blow their cover too!’

‘I cannot say and do anything?’ Brain questioned. ‘There must be something we can do? We are a sitting duck for heavens sake. What can we do?’

‘Nothing except be still in isolation and trust our spiritual ancestors. We must give thanks to them and God. We must take care of ourselves with self love. We must meditate and heal the hurt all this has caused and reflect on our own contribution to it as well. We must pray. It is why I asked to speak to you all with thought as we must protect Body and stop her from doing anything that will give us away or from harming herself. It is enough torment to make anyone suicidal.’

‘I am so angry’ called Spirit who was now so dark it could not be seen amidst the Pumphouse darkness.

‘I am so confused’ thought Brain who had never had to perceive or conceive such knowledge about spirituality before being in this Pumphouse. ‘It was enough to make a person ‘crazy’.’

Heart just sobbed. Uncontrollably and unashamedly. The echoes bouncing in a never ending circle around the Pumphouse walls. A constant reminder of pain that would take forever for the echo to fade.

‘I am lost’ sighed Soul. ‘Where do we go from here? How can we find another path if our own destiny has been taken?’

‘The only way is to do as the court instructed and be patient’ Nana reminded.

“I’m not going to survive it this time” Body announced into the dark and surprised them all. “I am beaten. It’s easier to just give in to it.”

“Over my dead body” called Spirit and realised what it had just said.

“A Pun?” Brain enquired “It’s not funny is it?”

But Body stole a smirk, and it was seen by all until they all laughed uncontrollably, so much so that the Little Red Haired Girl, who’s eyes became twice as big as huge blue coat buttons on her tiny dollies dress, decided that grown ups were odd and she was better off talking with the Fairies instead.