139 A Link?

The Little Red Haired Girl

139 A Link?

“Why is it the hours go by like minutes, the day goes by like a week and the months? They seem like yesterday” Body complained.
“You’re talking jibberish as per usual Body. They are the same divisions of time in everyday 360 days of the year. Not that we ever bother to look at the clock anymore since the Pumphouse nights of perpetual dark, which I cannot fathom to this day!” Brain laughed.

Body was surprised. It didn’t often hear Brain laugh.

“It might help if I could get some sleep at night. I might feel more like tackling this work if I got eight hours sleep at night.” Body continued.
“You do sleep” retorted Brain.
“But I don’t wake up refreshed. I keep having the weirdest dreams. I wake up feeling as if I’ve just done ten rounds with Mike Tyson.”
“It’s the messages you are receiving” called Spirit “and the spiritual attacks you sometimes get in your dream state. I’ve seen them, I’ve called them out and we now protect ourselves with prayer and meditation, but it’s a constant battle.”

“Do these ‘messages’ have any meaning? Are the attacks for any reason?” questioned Brain, and again Body was surprised, was this Brain being open minded?
“Some messages are for our good, some are warnings and clues to the bigger picture.” Spirit called.
“Which is?” Brain asked.
“Why all this has happened to us? What are the missing elements? Why has stuff gone consistently wrong? Where is the family? etc. You know, the bigger picture you’ve been racking about all this time”

“And Noswad” cried Heart as Body rolled its eyes to the heavens.
“Like the dreams about eldest sister. Laughing and joking with Noswad in strange and familiar situations” Spirit continued.
“But they have never met” Body replied.
“As far as we know” called Spirit “but I would suggest there is a message within that dream that we ought to call.”
“You mean investigate?” Brain enquired.
“Yes”
“And how would you suggest we do that?” asked Brain “without looking overly suspicious or ‘crazy'”
“I’m not sure, but think on it” called Spirit.

“And the attacks?” reminded Brain “What’s the reason behind them?”
“They are dark attacks” called Spirit.
“You mean they are ill intended?” sighed Soul.
“That’s a mild way of putting it. I call it spellwork, black magic or just plain evil” (Spirit recalled the voo doo doll). “They are still around us. Body keeps digging up the spell jars, seeing the shadows, having spirits astro travel into her dreams, and I am getting wise to their tactics and I protect us with help from our ancestors and I do believe angels too”
“But you still haven’t answered my question” stuttered Brain “for what reason?”

“Unsure on that I will admit, but they are evil. Someone does not want us to survive even after all the confinement in the Pumphouse, they do not want us to succeed on the house or be happy. In fact I will call it as it is, they wanted us to be so much in despair and mentally unwell so that we unalived ourselves, committed suicide from all the hardship we have endured physically and emotionally.”
“Or to just make us look ‘crazy’ and you are sounding ‘crazy’ to me Spirit I will freely admit” answered Brain.
“Am I crazy for calling this? or are you crazy for listening to it?” laughed Spirit and lightened the mood a bit.

“Both” joked Body who was making coffee and not finding the sugar bowl yet again (she almost expected this every time now (It was getting to be a joke in itself and water off a ducks back). Not just the sugar bowl being misplaced or moved either. It happened with keys, tools, clothes, jewellery, numerous items. In fact in her clothes throwing away session, she became aware of clothes that were missing before they were to be thrown away. Strange!

“Well it was suggested that money was behind all this mischief when you were racking in the Pumphouse. What you have just called Spirit would fit in with two random phone calls we received a while back. So random I got Body to note it in the diary. One was about a funeral plan ‘we’ had arranged in the UK when we have never had one or intended to have one, and the other was from an estate management/insurance company when we do not have an estate nor have we ever managed one. In fact, come to think of it, we took a call about a missed BUPA appointment in the UK as well, when we have never been a member of BUPA”

“Well we ain’t dead yet!” exclaimed Body.
“Nor shall we be, it’s not our time, or written in the stars, or destined to be so yet” sighed Soul.

“But it certainly could be identity theft” Brain concluded “by people who assumed we would be dead by now perhaps?”
“They appeared to have all our details” confirmed Body.

Body took her coffee into the garden and sat in the shade of the Orange tree to have her coffee with the birds. They were much better company.

It was a beautiful day and she was just grateful she was able to enjoy it. There was plenty to be grateful for as her eyes adjusted to the sunshine and saw the moon as well. It was lovely to see both in full sunshine although she never did understand how or why it happened, and she certainly wasn’t going to bother asking Brain. It was just good to see them together, two long lost pals on different work shifts that occasionally had time to greet each other. She thanked the moon for keeping her company all that time in the Pumphouse but she would never want to be without the sun again. And here they were together to join her coffee with the birds and ten minutes of quiet time before restarting her own work shift.

Life was going to get better and Body sighed along with Soul.