Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1077.

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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1077
by Angharad

Copyright © 2010 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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Maria Drummond was asleep or unconscious with a large dressing across her tummy, presumably where the caesarean section had been performed. I held Daisy close to me and felt her body tremble as she whimpered, “Mummy,” and began to sob.

“C’mon girl, let’s see if we can help her get better.” I said to her and gave her a squeeze.

“Like you did before?” she looked up at me with big, round red eyes framed by tears.

“Like we did before,” and before she could challenge the, we, I reminded her that it was her who insisted I help her mother last time.

I sent her round the bed and told her to hold her mother’s hand. I clasped the other one and watched suspiciously by the nurse, began talking to Maria.

“Maria, it’s Cathy, remember you were in my house when you were taken ill. Your baby is born and is fine, so we need you to concentrate on getting well again, so you can look after your two lovely children. Daisy is here with me, and between us we’re going to make you well again.

“At this moment, you are surrounded by a blue light...”

“I can see it, Mummy,” squealed Daisy, “it’s very pretty and sparkly.” I smiled at her description.

The nurse was less enthusiastic but equally impressed, “Holy shit,” she exclaimed, “How do you do that?”

I closed my eyes and ramped up the power–well, I imagined it was flowing through me to my patient and that it was concentrating where it was needed and healing all the parts of Maria which were damaged.

She’d been without oxygen for several minutes, so was she brain damaged? How damaged was she inside with a baby on its way down her canal only for it to become stuck as she passed out? Had all the placenta come away and was she bleeding internally, not to mention her body chemistry and the effects of anaesthetics and other drugs.

I asked the blue light to correct all that wasn’t healthy and my whole body tingled with the power as it moved through me. I lost an awareness of where I was and began to float into a dark space where the only light was coming from me. I was aware I was wearing a Persil white gown and my wings carried me effortlessly to where I needed to be.

Floating before me was a baby girl, she was attached by a long thin string of light to something which I assumed was her physical body. The distance was increasing by the moment as she floated up past me and nearly out of sight, the cord holding her becoming finer and more strained by the moment.

I flexed my wings and flew off after her, realising how important time was, and how fast she was drifting upwards. I was flying at my fastest speed and I became anxious I was too slow, and she would pass from the physical world into this void of darkness.

I redoubled my efforts, throwing love and light at her, trying to pull her back or slow down her progress. I closed in on the infant, and after what seemed like hours later clasped her to me, careful not to break the silver cord which attached her.

I kissed her and transferred some light into her flaccid body and as I swooped down carrying her ethereal body back to her physical one, I talked to her–telling her that in few moments she would feel a horrible pain as she rejoined her body, but that would be necessary for her heal and for her to start breathing. I kissed her again, told her she was much loved and allowed her physical body to draw her ethereal one back into itself. I stood alongside as the two merged and she cried, causing a midwife to look up and come rushing over to the incubator. I knew she was going to be safe now and sped back to her mother.

Maria was lying motionless, her body monitored and assisted by machines. Daisy was clasping her mother’s hand in both of hers and praying for her mother to recover and wake. I could see my own body sitting in a trance holding on to Maria’s other hand.

Standing at the foot of the bed was a large dark thing–yes, thing. I don’t know how else to describe it. It was moving onto the bed and was going to suck the life out of Maria. I placed myself in front of it between its rank presence and the body of my patient. I could feel it trying to make me disappear, I looked and the blue light was fading inside me and I felt myself growing weaker.

“Mummy, you must get better–please Auntie Cathy, please help her,” Daisy wailed and I focused my attention once again on protecting Maria from this vampire.

Once more I felt the darkness trying to crush me, and I imagined a lamp inside me being turned up, being transformed from a little candle into a hugely powerful mercury vapour lamp. It took several moments and I thought I was going to succumb to the darkness, then gradually I managed to concentrate more and more on the light increasing to the point my eyes were hurting it was so intense.

Suddenly, there was a surge of the power as if the sun itself had come to visit us and I heard an enormous bang, then all the machines began beeping furiously and the nurse was rushing round like the proverbial blue-arsed fly.

“Auntie Cathy,” I heard a voice calling me back into myself, and I slowly opened my eyes.

“Hello, Poppet, did I nod off?”

The machines had stabilised as sister came into the room and switched them off and back on.

“What the hell happened?” she asked the nurse.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you?” gasped the nurse who looked rather pale.

“Try me,” demanded the sister.

“I don’t know if I can describe it, but the lady sat by the bed seemed to be throwing out this blue light all over the patient and her daughter.”

“What d’ya mean throwing?”

“Well this blue light came out of her and into the patient, then she had this thing standing behind her.”

“What thing?”

“I dunno, some tall thing with wings, like an angel–whose smile and eyes made me feel very strange.”

“Oh come off it, you’ve been watching too much bloody Dr Who.”

“No, honestly, I felt reassured that everything would be alright. Then the machines began to show the patient was in distress but I couldn’t move to do anything, like I was held by some invisible force. Then the angel seemed to be fading and I began to wonder if the patient was dying. That seemed to last for ages, then suddenly everything went very cold and I felt the angel was growing bright again–then bang–there was like a power surge which made me see stars, the machines went bananas and the angel was gone, but the patient’s vitals were all normal, for the first time since she’s been here.”

“Mummy,” squealed Daisy, and we turned to look at the bed, Maria had opened her eyes and was smiling, albeit weakly at her daughter. Daisy hugged and kissed her mother. “I love you, Mummy,” she said.

“I love you too, flower,” she smiled back. She turned her gaze to the sister, “How is my baby?”

Before the sister could respond I interjected, “She’s fine.”

She looked over to me, “Thank you,” she said before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.

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Daring God To Act

Your writing has prompted me to really rethink my own beliefs and oddly enough to strengthen them. I would dearly love to see some force come into the world to do good in a very tangible way; we so desparately need it.

People seem to need a non believer to change direction visibly, make a statement publicly, and admit to all sorts of personal sin. I don't care about that. In her own way, Cathy and perhaps the Author vicariously are already serving the Creator, where as some of the vocal, visible never will.

Much Peace

Gwen

I wonder ...

... what you'd make of Dennis Wheatley's stories of adventures on the Astral Plane. I suggest you read them if you haven't already ... or perhaps some of Terry Prachet's Discworld novels, they're equally fantastic.

Another good episode, A & B. Let's hope it all turns out OK or they'll be running out of space at Tom's house and poor Cathy will be emulating the old woman who lived in a shoe ... if she isn't already :)

Robi

Cathy, a declared agnostic, is

simply a good person. She has a very strong feeling for and devotion to what is right over what is wrong. Some power works through her. Could be a supernatural being, could be the earth, could be "the force" but I have to believe that Cathy's inate virtuousness is what brings this out through her.

Intense!

This is the second time she's had to ward off Mr. De'Ath while healing, and it took a lot of energy out of her. Let's hope that the next time Cathy's called on to do some BLH, that Julie and/or Trish are nearby, either to assist Cathy in helping the patient(s) or to help keep her strength up while she heals.

I imagine in tomorrow's episode we'll find Sam Rose, Ken Nicholls or the Chief Executive swooping into view, with the tripartite function of checking Cathy's OK, checking the patients are OK, and (hopefully) getting the "No publicity" machine into action.

 

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There are 10 kinds of people in the world - those who understand binary and those who don't...

As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!

It certainly does make you wonder

just how many times Cathy can go through this level of trauma, Both times the struggle to win her battle with "Mr Death" have left her exhausted, And while you would never expect her to turn her back on anyone needing her help, She really must try and consider her own health .....After all where would her family be without her.....

Could you see Stella coping !!!

Kirri

Really?

I imagine in tomorrow's episode we'll find Sam Rose, Ken Nicholls or the Chief Executive swooping into view, with the tripartite function of checking Cathy's OK, checking the patients are OK, and (hopefully) getting the "No publicity" machine into action.

Rather than this scenario, I wouldn't be surprised to find the above all confronting Cathy with a series of 'deserving patients with untreatable terminal illnesses' who desperately need her help.

Thanks A+B, this story continues to be a daily fix for me. In all the time I've been a Bike junkie, you haven't managed to disappoint with the freshness and vitality of your writing.

Pressured Situations


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I agree with Gwen

Cathy (and by association, the author) reminds me so much of two of my neighbours, the most loving and helpful people I know, who profess no faith at all. Oh, that all so-called believers had the same self-giving attitude.

I loved the healing scenes decribed in this part; IMHO some of your best writing to date, Angharad.

Susie

Bike pt 1077.

Cathy has become Death's enemy by denying it it's victims. Will Death seek revenge?

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

First time I can remember Cathy having wings

Wow- what a powerful beautiful episode. How will Cathy ever remain discreet when she puts on spectacles like this one. Will she have the energy to go see the baby? Liked the image of Cathy fighting off death.

Faith and belief.

Those who are truly good in thought and deed, rarely need faith or belief to motivate them or guide them.
Those that rely on faith and belief are primarily weak and selfish whilst all too often they are judgemental and discrminatory.
The truly good need neither scriptures nor faiths to guide them, they just get on with what needs to be done to the best of their abilities because they never forget their humanity.
There can be no exclusion when doing good. All in need are equal.

I love the 'Blues & twos' stories in Bike because it always tests the superstitious and the piously hyprocritical. Why would the blue light have to have any origin in 'the supernatural'.

We still don't even know how gravity is created either by matter or space or maybe a combination of both.

Is gravity supernatural? NO! For we certainly know it exists though we don't know exactly where in each atom that ability to bend space and distort time originates.

The blue light does not necessarily have to have supernatural roots!

Still lovin it Angharad and I'm sure many of us wish we had some sort of 'blue light'. Pure fantasy, well maybe yes but it's a wish that stems from having a goodly nature. One doesnt need faith or religious scriptures to have or employ that goodliness.

Love and hugs,
OXOXOX.

Bev.

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As a person of no faith...

And perhaps more importantly, in this text, as a person of no faith who is a healer, much like Your Cathy...

I didn't really have a clue what to say, except maybe just that you've kinda nailed it.

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Abby

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Nice Save Cathy

I know it was not her she just happened to be there

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Goddess Bless you

Love Desiree

Goddess Bless you

Love Desiree

I haven't posted

a lot here for "Bike" recently even though I'm a fan and regular reader. I'm hooked as bad as the rest of them. This I'll agree with the others is one of the better posts/chapters of Cathy's story. I've been on the verges of faith and being just spiritual and being agnostic for most of my life and it always seems that when you write about these things in regards to Cath's story and the whole blue light bit you're not actually saying a comment on anything in the way that the events unfold. When I read it you mean something rather than say it and it comes across in the story and you leave us stunned, unsure of how to comment at first but moments later there's all of us clapping and going yeah!
Faith, fiction, fantasy all of the above, none of the above?
It's good, it moves us and makes us talk and think.
It makes me want to write better.
Thank you Angharad.

Bailey Summers

Whisper...

I want to be very quiet until I can get out of that hospital room... I feel I have witnessed the power of prayer. These deep and wonderful thoughts identify the humanity of the author who can take us to many places but with each new 'Blue Light' experience we are being drawn closer to something very different. Perhaps there will be more of this after a suitable interval. Thanks, Angharad.

Jeannie Mac

Cathy

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Practice, practice, practice.

She is getting better at this. Cathy had better be careful though, the wings need to stay in the asterial plane.

I still maintain her and death can be friends. Death is not evil, it is necessary. Eventually if they keep meeting they can come to an accommodation. So, is the old hag death too?

Did the black figure have a scythe ?

What a fertile mind, the blue aura sequences get better and better. Now Cathy is praying, she doesn't know to whom, but she is praying. Cathy is wearing a white gown with wings now.
Isn't that what an angel looks like ?

Cefin