“Look Wendy.” She took Wendy’s hand and ran it over her body. “Robert fixed you.”
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Wendy ignored her reflection and turned to me, let go of Cherine’s hand and came to stand in front of me, patiently waiting, but I did not know for what. I took her hand.
“Wives, our little girl needs clothes.” Alki grinned, looking around guiltily to see if Marian had heard. I smiled, amused to see him nervous of a woman and surprised that Marian has not told him she has told us that she knows.
Together they brought a vest and panties. Wendy only kept her eyes on me as they lifted her legs. To put her vest on they put her free hand through. I then took that hand, letting the other go. It seemed to make no difference to her as long as she could see me.
“I do not understand this, why has she fixated on me? Surely after all she has been through, she should have preferred a woman?”
“Maybe she senses you healed her.”
“No. Her mind is not capable of that yet. She has not seen herself, she is still in hiding. How could she have managed at school? What kind of teachers do they have, if none of them noticed there is something seriously wrong?”
Marian came in. “If they are anything like our schools in England, I’m certain the teachers reported her, it can take a day or two for the report to go up the system and for orders to come back down. Breakfast is on the table. Come and get it.”
Nothing changed in her expression, but Wendy turned and pulled me to the table.
Cherine was elated. “She does hear us. Can you hear me Wendy?”
“Yes.”
“My name is Cher. I want you to be my friend. Will you be my friend?”
“I can’t.”
Gently I told her, “Wendy love. Be her friend. Cher is a good girl.”
“Yes.”
Almost able to guess, I asked, “Do you know my name Wendy?”
“Yes. Daddy. Richard.”
“No sweetie, my name is Robert.”
“Daddy.”
There was something wrong with this. If her father had done this to her, brought her mind to the edge of extinction, why would she want to be with me if she thinks I am him? Dommi could not answer me. This was all outside of her experience of life up to now. She took an inspired guess. “He is all she has. I think he told her if he does not look after her, other people will do very bad things to her.”
“Did daddy tell you that honey?”
“Yes.”
Feeling sick inside, I asked, “Did daddy tell you he loves you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you believe daddy?”
“Yes.” All her answers were flat, in a monotone.
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It suddenly made sense to me. “Sorry to sound corny, but I do believe a certain young lady has been programmed.” I tried to explain, using words I hoped would not make sense to Wendy. “Not like a computer. Using fear as a motive, forcing reactions to questions that affect his safety. It helps to understand; what can be programmed can be reverse engineered. We need Themi for this.”
Alki grabbed the phone. He was told that Themi is lecturing. Somehow Alki got them to call him. He told him where he is and said we need him. Themi promised to leave immediately. While we waited, Wendy came and put her hand in mine. I lifted her and put her on my lap.
*Either of you mind that I’m feeling so much love for her?* *We all love her Robert. Even if we did not, what makes you think we would mind?* *Was it an old world question?* They laughed aloud. Cherine came and kissed me. Wendy looked at me. I cupped her chin gently and kissed her lips softly and gave her a squeeze. Deliberately I turned and continued my conversation with the others, ignoring her, trying to get the message through to her that I expect and will do nothing else to her. Her fingers touched my lips as I was talking. I stopped and looked down at her. It seems that was all she wanted.
Themi arrived and in bits and pieces we gave him the whole story.
“How sure are you that it was Aids and that it was active. After all you are not trained to recognise…”
“I did not. The healer described the black death in her. It was in her blood and every cell was infected, with many of her organs septic. If it was not Aids, it was something just as evil. If it helps, I also saw it in the father’s mind. He knew he has Aids and is enjoying trying to spread it. He sees it as justice.”
We discussed her mind, the pictorial representation of it and how we saw it, shredded, torn, most of it gone. I offered my theory of her father programming her to react in ways that would make him look good, a caring father. Of her calling me daddy.
“What have you done to the father? How did you take her from him?”
“Hopefully he is locked up as a catatonic. It was the best way to put him on ‘ice’ while repairing Wendy.”
I explained all I could of his mind. He nodded. “It is unusual for a person with that mental disorder to be cruel. They do not care if getting what they wants hurts others, but it is not usual for them to get pleasure from hurting others. To get pleasure from hurting another human being, or animal, you have to be able to visualise their pain - though dominating others does provide them with pleasure.”
“I did not get any feelings of pleasure from his actions. I saw it, while in his mind, as a necessity for having total control.”
He examined Wendy, with my help, as she did not want him to touch her. As if embarrassed by her healed/repaired body, the others, in Greek, kept on pointing out where her scars had been. I did not want to cause Wendy any stress and asked him not examine her private parts unless it is absolutely necessary. Cherine and Dommi conspired and sent me a picture of a jealous father padlocking his daughter in a chastity belt. I thanked them very earnestly for the idea, and looked at them as if measuring. Wendy giggled.
I sped into her mind. Still impossible to get through on my own. As I struggled, it opened and slammed shut behind me. She had me trapped in there. She cowered, her tiny sphere of energy pulsating anxiously. I thought for a moment, for I already knew that sending her love is not going to work. I recalled my joyful childishness in the void when dancing.
I used that and danced, not closing in on her. Secretly I sent particles of my naughty childishness to meld with her. It was a long while before enough of them had infected her (what a nasty word to use for this). The first sign was when she feinted to the left, drawing me in on the right and she pounced back, sending me scuttling out of her way. As we played, her pulsations turned to mini-flares of amusement and laughter. Once she was carried away by her childish excitement I ‘miscalculated’ so that she brushed against me. I always made certain that the particles I deposited in her were of love, of joy, of trust. As some of the tattered holes in her took on colour and she gained confidence, she forgot to keep her block on the world.
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I saw the shapes of my girls appearing through the dark haze and sent them a message to withdraw. It was too late. She saw them and slammed the shell around her again. I sent her the image of myself below her, a supplicating puppy, trusting her not to hurt me. She fled from me again. I stayed as I was, emoting a sadness and longing for her to return to play with me.
Slowly I withdrew myself into a small frightened ball, my light slowly dimming, trying to picture myself as a tiny, frightened puppy, desperate to be loved. I was hoping empathy for feelings she recognised would draw her to me. I had given up and was trying to think of something else when she started to drift over cautiously. I sent a frightened questioning and withdrew slightly. I could have danced for joy when she sent me the feeling of a pat, trying to reassure me. This was a breakthrough I had not expected so early.
I gave a puppy squirm of happiness and I heard her mental giggle. The game I played continued until she was able to float by me, extending meekly a sliver of herself. I let her touch me and made myself shiver with joy. *Robbie?* *Yes. No hurt?*
Slowly, as she gained confidence, she began to blossom. She let me send out a sliver of myself and twirl it around hers. My touch was as light as a kiss, making her encourage me. Where we touched I exchanged with her, taking the particles of pain and replacing them with love, lightness and a sense of belonging. Of comfort in being part of a loving family. She sent me a picture of her father and I forgot myself. I lashed out, ripping his face. I then cowered in real fear, terrified I had undone all the progress she had made. She giggled and sent me his face again. Viciously I slashed at it, making absolutely certain I absorbed the ugliness and left her with a sense of freedom. She kept on, throwing him at me until she was glowing. When she stopped, I sent a questioning and love. She returned a little child’s trusting love. I sent her a picture of me tenderly hugging her.
The moment had arrived for me to return to my body. I sent her my need for food and energy and asked if I can return later. Shyly she agreed. I asked if she wants me to leave a little of my light with her so that she can call me whenever she is lonely. She was afraid, but trusted me now and agreed. I linked to her and showed her how to call or come to me.
When I returned I found they had lain me on the sofa with Wendy lying on top of me. I opened my eyes, shushing them all and I waited. She opened her eyes and raising her head looked at me. “Robbie?”
“That’s me love.”
“Can I see?”
I got up, still a bit woozy and carried her to the bedroom. I placed her on her feet in front of the mirror and trustingly she raised her arms. I removed her vest. She looked at herself. She felt the nipple which had been burnt off. She kept on looking, not believing the sight of its soft coral pink form. Her fingers ran wonderingly over each scar that was gone. She turned to me.
“Daddy gone?”
“Yes my love, bad daddy is gone.”
“Everywhere?”
“All over my love. You want to look? Don’t be shy. I won’t mind. It will make me happy to see my Wendy girl well again.”
She remained standing, motionless, her eyes on me. I knelt and removed her panties. She shyly turned and looked.
“Feel it baby. It is better now. All the bad is gone. Also at the back. You are brand new again.”
She ran her finger behind her, not believing that monstrous hole was gone. With the wonder came a joy and now, uninhibited, she opened her slit and looked. With her joy came tears and she turned to hug me.
“Bad daddy not coming back?”
“Never again. If he tries I will stop him.”
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She shivered. Her face pale and eyes huge with fear. “Not come. Please. Kill”
“No, he will not. I will never let him touch you again.”
“No! Kill daddy!”
“Yes, if he…”
“No! No! Kill. Please. He will take me.”
“Wendy. Look at me.” I pulled her chin up. “I promised you. I am not like your bad daddy. Will you trust me please? Now, do you know what we have to do?” She looked at me, mute. “I think we must dress you and then we have to go to a lovely clothes shop and buy you everything you want. Okay my pretty baby?”
“You going to buy me clothes?”
“All you want. The prettiest. Now that you are so beautiful again you must have the nicest clothes. You agree with me?”
Her face wary she put up her arms for the vest. As I dressed her, I looked at her frail, wasted little body and swore we will turn her into a happy girl again. But how am I going to get her to cry. Only then will I know she is getting better.
If I had not had enough money, Alki would have paid for everything. He kept on pointing out to her lovely frocks, shoes, you name it, and if he missed anything that would suit her, Marian would suggest it. I looked at Wendy as she stood in a set of trouser and blouse, with her short hair sticking out all over the place from trying on everything she saw. She saw me looking at her and came over shyly, turning around for me to admire her. I took her hand and pulled her to me.
“You look like a pretty flower, you really are the sweetest darling girl.” I gave her a peck on her cheek. “Wendy, can I be your good daddy for a little while?” Her face buried in my shirt she nodded. I kissed the top of her head and pulled her away far enough for our eyes to meet. “Can I ask you a little favour? You see that pretty little girl, Cher? If you are going to be my little girl will you let her be your sister? She is also my special little girl. She called me to come help you. I think she really wants to love you. Have you ever had a sister before?”
“No.”
“Good, now you can have a big sister to look after you. Would you like that?”
She stared at Cherine, while still buried in my arms. With a last look at me she went to Cherine and stood by her. Cherine took her hand and started to gaily chatter. She soon managed to get her first smile. I warned Cherine I am going to get back at her for stealing that first smile.
Chapter Thirty Four
Alki took us for supper to a quiet taverna, somewhere behind the Hilton Hotel, which families frequent, with lots of running kids making a happy place of it. She never moved from her chair, but her eyes followed them around, as if she could not believe what she is seeing. I saw one father get angry with his daughter and before Wendy could see it, we had the father laughing and hugging her.
When we got home, the girls took the shopping out of the bags and spread them over our bed, for removing tags and placing them in the order they’ll be packed. Not long afterwards, they had made space in a cupboard for her clothes and were about to pack them away. Wendy did not say anything, but we felt her as she stared at her clothes and the girls agreed, aloud, that they should do the packing later. We can feel that she still cannot believe the clothes are for her and she needs to see them again every few minutes.
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From the first day, we noticed she is having a gentling effect on us. Especially on Cherine. Our love for teasing each other, her pride in besting me has disappeared. She became the sweet daughter every father dreams of. She also avoided any appearance of competing with Wendy for my attention, allowing her first rights. I wondered for how long this will last and she gave me her cheeky wave of her fingers as she took Wendy for a walk and chat to the closest kiosk for buying a couple of chocolates.
After a drive to Kefalari, the next day, with Alki and Marian present again, as we arrived home, we saw three police cars in front of our house and Alki nonchalantly drove past. I drew Wendy to me, who was sleepy by now. As we passed I saw her father with them. Alki stopped at a public phone and called Themi. He met us and transferring to his car, he took us to his ‘hideaway’.
Alki returned home and walked over to talk with the police, exhibiting the natural curiosity all Greeks show. When they found out who he is, they were deferential and explained that the foreigner’s daughter has been abducted and by checking which other child was absent from school they had decided the probable suspects live here. Alki laughed at the idea I could abduct a child. He asked the father for a description of the people who abducted his daughter. He then took the officer over to Marian’s flat and showed pictures of the three of us. He asked the officer does he think we fit the description. He agreed there is no similarity. Alki pointed out Dommi and told him who her father is and that as she is living with me, he suggested any publicity could have severe repercussions. All police are sensitive about needlessly stirring up problems involving the wealthy and powerful. Alki asked, laughing, could it be that the little girl with us in the photo might have been the actual abductor. That relaxed the threat which had been carefully insinuated. It did not take long for the police to leave.
I put Wendy to bed, asked the girls to stay with her and Themi took me back, dropping me near my home. I assumed the look of a frail old man down on his luck and stood where I could watch the house. As I’d half expected, her father returned. We were puzzled at his recovery from an attack that should have left him catatonic. Themi formulated the theory that as love would not affect him, it is probable that hate would only have a minimum effect. I warned the girls to be ready to back me up, though I could not see what reason he could have for attacking me.
I had a nagging suspicion that I was missing something very obvious. I was tense and did not pay it much attention (a failing I have not really outgrown). I called up the protector and warned it of the situation, explaining any violence would cause us problems, and instructed it not to act without my authority. I still remembered the time it tore my insides. Anything like that would cause us far more harm than good.
It rankled me to have to hide from him, as if I were the criminal, so I finally made up my mind and ignoring the girls, I cancelled the projection and walked over to my home. As I put my key in the lock, he walked into the open.
I gave a start, as if caught by surprise. “What are you doing on my property!” I asked aggressively in Greek.
He looked at me as if trying to recall something, muttered under his breath, ‘It can’t be, it’s crazy!’ and then shook his head. “I don’t speak Greek. Do you live here?”
“Yes. What are you doing here!”
“I’m sorry, I thought this was the house of a friend of mine.”
“If so, not for months now and I don’t know who stayed here before us. I don’t think I’ve ever met you, you are?”
“I’m sorry, my name is Richard McRae. Do you have a daughter who goes to the American girls school?”
“No I don’t. There is a woman who lives close by who has a daughter attending that school and I take her to school often. What has that got to do with you.”
“Nothing, I hope. Two days ago some Greek thugs abducted my little daughter in front of the school. They attacked me and left me unconscious. You can understand I am searching every clue I have to find her. The school gave your name as the person to contact for the girl you take there, she was the only other girl missing for two days and the police found it suspicious.”
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I gave him an impatient look. “She has not been abducted. I sent her off with my wife who is expecting. I have too much work these days to keep her company in the daytime. I am sorry about your daughter, if they were thugs they must want money. I suggest you go home where they can call you. You say you called in the police?”
It still amazed me how gentle he looked and acted. “Yes, your neighbour will tell you they were here earlier. Luckily he was able to show them photos of you and when I confirmed you are not the abductor, they left. I apologise.”
I pretended to consider what he’d told me. “I understand, not that I think what you are doing is a good idea. Surely the abductors will have been watching you? They could decide to lay low and you might not hear from them for a very long time.”
He looked distraught, without emoting any such emotion. “My daughter is very sick, she will probably be dead within a few months. I would like to see her again before I lose her. It was hard enough to bear, losing my dear wife eighteen months ago.”
It is amazing how such a mind operates. He knows nothing of the weaknesses of emotion, but is expert at manipulating normal people, knowing exactly which buttons to push to make himself seem a good and caring person. With all his apparent charm, his mind showed no ability to love. I saw he actually wanted his daughter so as to punish her for causing him an inconvenience, as if she were responsible for the abduction. I thought it over carefully. Would it pay us to have him want his daughter dead? What if he saw her disappearance as his way out, others to blame when she dies. I decided it was not a good idea. What if he went public about his daughter dying? That would catch the attention of the public, a tragic tale would put us in a lot more danger. I wondered what to do, but decided it is better to do nothing for the time being. I also realised I had been stupid. I should have brought Dommi and left Cherine with Themi so that she could relay and help me with his advice. He had warned me amoral people of this type are usually highly intelligent.
I thought to the girls, *Thank god our talents, as weird as they made us with our loving, did not take us in that direction.* *Though,* I added, *with Cherine becoming so clever, maybe we should watch out that we don’t become too weird.* I sent a loving smile with my thoughts.
Richard was watching me, as if he was reading my mind. I realised it is the directness of his stare. If I had not been able to read his mind I might have felt disconcerted. I shrugged, obviously bored of his problems. “I’m sorry, it is not that I do not sympathise, but I am very tired and I would also like to phone my wife, otherwise I’ll be in trouble. If there is anything I can do, please call.”
I entered the house as he walked off. Soon as he was out of sight I projected myself as a mangy dog and went looking for him. He stood around the corner for a while then walked off. I followed. When he found a taxi I gave up and resuming my normal shape returned home. I packed a suitcase with the girls giving me instructions and called for a cab.
“Robert, she keeps on calling for you. You better lie down next to her.”
“You mean I’ll have to wear pyjamas?”
I felt the love Dommi was emoting for me. “No sex tonight lover. If she sees you in the nude it would undo all the good you’ve done. I don’t know how you knew the right things to do, but you were fantastic.” She gave me a kiss.
I moaned. “Oh Dommi, I need you girls tonight. After using so much of the power I am dying to touch you both.”
“Cher baby, he calls it touching! I think it is a bit naughtier than that and with both of us expecting too! No consideration for our condition.” I enjoyed her teasing exactly because she so rarely does. Still, I needed to hold them.
I rejoined with, “What I’m feeling is definitely stronger than consideration for the two of you.”
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“Robert,” Cherine piped up. “Lie down with her a bit, you both need it. When you feel me touch you, move away slowly."”
I must have sounded plaintive, like a spoilt kid. “You’ve got a plan? You’re not going to leave me in suspense are you?”
She giggled. “It would not be fun otherwise.”
In my pyjamas I lay next to Wendy and murmuring to her I pulled her to me. She clasped herself to me and her breathing grew deeper. I followed and found her waiting for me.
She rushed at me as if to thrust herself into me, her excited enthusiasm having rid her of her fear of me. I danced away, lightly grazing her. It was too soon for her to experience the unity she instinctively yearned for, as she lacked the density to survive it. To save her I would have had to sacrifice myself. This exchanging of particles can be likened to a person donating blood, actually good for the donor (δότης), but not if too much is taken in one lot and bad for the recipient if too much is given in one go. I did not want her to lose herself, changing into a migma (mixture- μίγμα) of our personalities.
As she grazed me she sent a flare to greet me. I was not expecting it as it flashed through to the core. To prevent her losing her substance I dispersed and allowed her to pull back with her a layer of myself. She tasted it and stopped in shock.
*Robbie, I hurt you?*
*No honey, that was a gift.*
*No gift, that you?*
*I made a gift of some of me, my love for you.*
*Me too, give you please?*
*Soon my love, very soon. You must get stronger first.*
*Robbie not sad?*
*Not sad. My heart is happy for you.*
As we played I examined her, analysing her weaknesses, her strengths. Her regeneration was remarkable. She was now at what I considered half strength and still growing. I gathered a sheath of energy and managed to deposit it within her. I tried to include the qualities I like of myself, the joy of life, tenderness, humour and playfulness. Close to all those are my talents for creating, and her hunger greedily sucked at those crazy motes. I did not mind, I often create too many of them.
I called to Cherine, inviting her to join us. Her affirmation was soon complemented by her presence. She hung back waiting for Wendy.
*Baby, your sister also wants to play.*
My heart leapt to my throat as I saw her flare of joy and the answering joy in Cherine. As they came together they played a sort of tag in circles around me. I sent out a tendril of my love to both of them and they drank at it, exchanging some of their essence. Wendy was learning from watching Cherine.
*Wendy, there is still one part of my love missing. Can we all be together? Can I invite Dommi to come and be the good mummy for you both?*
She froze, pulling back a way. I watched as Cherine gently approached her and sent a broad sheet of love to enfold her.
*Mummy die.*
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I now saw that what I had though of as ‘holes’ in her were the darker motes of grief. She kept her grief grouped in dark balls of pain! Cherine went to absorb them and I shouted, stopping her. *No Cherine baby, the grief is part of her, we must never take it away. We must teach her how to disperse it so that the darkness no longer cripples her. If you want, send your love to light those areas.*
Dommi was watching through me. She suggested we do not force her on Wendy, give her time to realise we are a family.
*Dommi family?*
I went dizzy with shock and pleasure. *You heard us talking?*
*Yes.*
*We are a family. Dommi and me, with two beautiful girls, Wendy and Cherine.*
*Dommee?*
As they talked and Dommi prepared to join us I mulled this over. Could she be a talent? Could she become a part of our circle? The gay laughter of Cherine and Dommi sparkled like fireworks.
*Silly daddy, she is part of us.*
*Naughty Cher, you call daddy silly!* She was highly offended and fearful of my reaction.
*It is okay baby. If I am being silly you can also call me silly.*
*No! You daddy!!*
Cherine apologised and the arrival of Dommi lit us all up. Her veils were rippling with so much love for all of us that she could hardly contain herself. She was a sight of grace and beauty and power. She was awesome.
*Wendy, you know the taste of my love, please taste the love of Dommi. Hers is a very special love. Just a little?*
She left Cherine and came to me, shyly peeking out from behind me. A gauze, so insubstantial it could not be misconstrued as being threatening floated to her. She tasted of it and sucked it in as fast as Dommi could send. Wendy began to glow and though she was so small we felt her blaze like a tiny sun.
*Robbie not Robbie? Robbie you Dommee and Cher? Also Cher and Dommee?*
We were enchanted. Cherine named her The Taster. We explained how we can at times become one, but still be three, and be three and yet one. She wanted to see it and be a part of it. We asked her to wait and she meekly submitted, as if afraid she has overextended our love for her. We soon put her right on that score.
Dommi asked Wendy if she would like to come play where we usually go and she shared with us that she is confident that now we can take her with us. Cherine drew her out with us, her link steadily growing stronger. As we burst forth into the void, we shone again in our true strength and Wendy became awed of us. I told her of her own magic.
Wendy, her motes, the Sparklers and Kaleidoscope Worlds
*You look like a galaxy of stars, little suns, shining brightly in our heaven. You are still small, Wendy, but you are growing very fast. We are very proud of you and if you learn to love us, as we love you, we will be happy.*
*And other two? Much smaller than me.* *You can see them?* *One in Dommi and one in Cher?* *That is right sweetheart. They are my babies with them, who are coming soon.* *Your babies? Cher too!?*
She was not distressed, just curious. We did not need to answer her. She felt the truth and sent out two streamers, like comet tails, that touched at where she saw the babies. She was very gentle and left her taste of love on them. Thanks to our Wendy we saw our babies for the first time. Our joy was ecstatic and we helped Wendy feel how grateful we were to her.
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After our dances of light which centred around Wendy, I focussed a message to Dommi only. *Can you hear me Wendy?* *Yes.*
Now I needed to talk, not this mind to mind stuff. My girls sensed me and after we all exchanged our motes, leaving more of our essences in each other, we returned.
As I opened my eyes I had the shock and thrill of seeing Wendy, eyes wide open, staring at me. I had been certain till now that our returns were instantaneous. How could she have beaten me back?
Without thinking, I stretched myself in my ache to be touched. Before the girls could respond, Wendy threw herself into my arms. As I held her she opened my pyjama shirt and thrust her face inside. I groaned. “Oh god! We did not think of this.”
“You didn’t maybe. We’re not all so stupid.”
“Cherine, that is not fair. I did not think of it either.”
Wendy had frozen in my arms, her body a tight ball of fear. I stroked her until she relaxed. We then sat her so that we all squatted in a circle.
“Wendy. You will never ever have to feel fear with us. You have seen what we really look like and have danced with us. Some of us is in you and some of you is in all of us. We are now four in one. You are for now and forever a part of us.”
“We love you Wendy.”
“Yes we love you. We will never hurt you.”
“See my baby? You are now safe, safer than you have ever been. We will protect you, nobody can ever hurt you again.”
Cherine said, fiercely as only she would, “Anybody tries and Robert will kill them!!”
“Cherine!!”
“Your protector will. So there!”
We explained about the healer in each and how mine differs in also being or becoming the protector.
“I also have a healer?” There was such a yearning in her we all ached with it. Cherine closed her eyes a moment and Wendy giggled.
Cherine said, “It is too soon.”
“Tickled!”
Astonished by Wendy I said, “She felt you go in her! This is going to be a very special little girl.”
I was so proud of my Cherine. There was not an iota of envy in her. She was so happy and proud to have Wendy as our baby girl. After all, she had found her.
“Okay you two, we have a number of problems. Who is going to teach her how to focus? Do you know what that means Wendy? Let me show you. There are three of us facing you. I want you, without moving, to look at Cherine, okay, don’t turn your head, now look at Dommi. As you looked at each of them you could still see the rest of us, but you saw the one you were looking at more sharply? That was because you focussed your eyes on the one you were looking at. In the void where we danced, if you wanted to say something to me, you focussed your thoughts at me.” She was beaming, understanding. “Baby girl, when...”
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“No, she is now your Cherry baby.” Cherine’s face was split in a naughty grin.
“Oh Cherine! Not now. Anyway, I told you, forever, you are my Cherry baby. The love that goes with that name does not move from person to person.” Although it deflated the naughtiness, my words sent a thrill of warmth through her that we all picked up.
Wendy asked, “Why you all afraid?”
“You can pick that up sweetie? Dommi, why are you so silent, chip in and help me out. Cherine can’t do it, her mind is too full of naughty thoughts.”
As Cherine slapped my knee Dommi grinned. “So is mine. I also find it too difficult to think right now, I am too full of joy at having this little miracle as part of our group.”
“Wendy, can you feel the special kind of love that Dommi has? I thought so. That is because she is also the spirit of Mother. She is my wife and my mother, no, not the real one, just she also has that kind of love in her. It is the same for all of us.”
“Why you all afraid?”
“Because you have a talent, a gift that none of us have. You have only been linked to us, you have not become part of our oneness yet. We have to wait for the babies to be born before we do that. In spite of that, without any help from us, you are now able to hear what we say to you, but also to hear when we talk to each other. If I send a thought, a focussed thought, to Dommi, only Dommi should be able to hear it. If I want everyone to hear I do not focus on Dommi. You understand that? Well, you hear it, even if I try to focus only on Dommi.”
“Is a bad thing?”
“There is no bad in our gifts. What we do with our gifts makes it good or bad. There may be moments that you only want to talk with Cherine. If we listen in to your conversation when we know you want to talk to her only, that is bad. Each of us must be allowed to have some privacy. We all have our silly little secrets and we enjoy having them.”
“I have secrets, not enjoy.”
“Sorry my love, I had to steal most of your secrets about your bad daddy. I needed them so as to know how he hurt you so that I could fix you. Do you mind?”
“Not my secrets anymore?” Her face was suffused with joy and relief.
“No Wendy, they are gone, blown away with the wind, never to bother you again.”
“Also about my mummy?”
“No. That one you will have to tell us when and if you want to.”
“Can I tell you now? You not cross with me for keeping secret?” We all reassured her, though I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach at what was bound to be coming.
“Daddy made mummy die.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. “He told me if I tell anyone he hurt me very bad. He took that hot thing he uses for mending things and burnt off my one titty to show me. He said he put it in my eyes if I tell anyone.”
None of us had ever felt such fierce pain. We would have broken out in sobs if Dommi had not sternly held us back.
“He did other things to hurt you baby. You want to tell us any special ones?”
“One.”
Months ago I would have dissolved in my pain at that single word. Now all I felt was hate and the flare of the protector.
Αλέξανδρος Ζήνον Ευσταθίου
(Alexander Zenon Eustace)22nd March, 2019
- posted on Steemit: 22nd March, 2019
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