The Daily Dormouse. (aka Bike) Part 1078 by Angharad Copyright © 2010 Angharad All Rights Reserved.

Daisy spent the night at our house, Paul spent much of the evening with Maria, sitting at her bedside while she slept.

On the way out we went to see the baby, a little girl as I’d seen in my astral travels, as we were shown the baby, the nurse or midwife on the unit said loudly, “That’s her, how did she get in?”

“What d’you mean?” asked the senior midwife who’d shown us in.

“You know that child had breathing difficulties.”

“Yes,” agreed the senior midwife.

“Well, I heard the baby cry–I mean, I was more expecting the poor little mite to die and she–“ the woman pointed at me, “was standing there, with some tall white thing behind her, she looked straight at me, smiled and disappeared. How did she do that? The unit is locked to outsiders.”

“Clearly you were mistaken,” I tried bluffing, “I was sitting with my friend the child’s mother, and Daisy, the baby’s sister. I didn’t leave the room, did I Daisy?”

“No, Auntie Cathy, but the angel did.” She smiled, no, positively beamed at me. Never expect children to back you when you are obviously lying.

“I didn’t see any angels, Daisy, you must have dreamt it.”

“I did not, Auntie Cathy, it was you who fell asleep; remember?”

“Oh, maybe I did.” I smiled. Anyway, Sprog Drummond was doing all right, so Daisy and I went home and she slept in my bed, I kipped on the couch in the lounge. Well wouldn’t want the neighbours to talk.

Paul Drummond came round at about ten, he looked like someone who’d spent a night under a hedge, having lost a fight with a cat first.

He hugged me after he’d given Daisy the most all engulfing hug I’ve ever seen. The poor thing completely disappeared for several moments and I wondered if I’d have to do CPR. She popped out, crying with joy–her daddy was here, and she’d seen an angel and couldn’t wait to tell him.

I made them both sit down and gave him a mug of tea and a bacon sandwich, while she had some cereal and toast.

“Maria told me you’d pulled her back from the void, again–that’s twice now.”

“Tell her, third time unlucky–I won’t be allowed to do it again.”

“You won’t be allowed? Does someone give you orders?”

“It wasn’t I who saved her, the universe did–possibly because it has plans for her or has need of her. Maybe your new daughter is someone special.”

“You are assisted by angels, surely this means God sends you to help people.”

“A thousand people died in Pakistan this week, why should he save two people in Britain, one of whom is only hours old? Why didn’t he save the thousand and let the two perish?”

“I don’t know, do I?”

“Neither do I, and please don’t go on about mysterious ways, because it’s a load of cobblers.”

“But don’t angels belong to God, they work for him don’t they?”

This was a tedious argument, because I’d been through it before. “Angel comes from the Greek and means messenger. References to angels vary, what people see or experience is different, and that is as much a cultural reference as anything else.”

He looked blankly at me, “Lady Cathy, Daisy is six, she hasn’t had too much in the way of exposure to culture, has she?”

“She’s had enough, you’re Catholic, so there are images of angels everywhere, in churches, books, television, even the internet. She’ll have seen them. She experienced the energy of angelic form last night, it resonated with her and she interpreted that unconsciously with angels.”

“So, what are you getting at.”

“If you’d been brought up to believe it was something different, you see or feel something different. Most people are insensitive to natural energies, they screen or filter them out unless you tell them they’re there. Then, they see or feel all sorts of things–like fairies or sprites, or angels–depending on how they recognise their folk heritage.”

“I thought fairies were–um–fairy tales?”

“So where did the fairy tales originate and why are they so universal?”

“I don’t know–I’ve never thought about it before.”

“Are there any energies in this room?”

“I expect so, there’s electric appliances, so background radiation and so on.”

“Anything else?”

“Well, there’s you and me?”

“Anything else?”

“Not that I can think of.”

“Okay, there are two lines which run through this room, one goes that way and the other flows in the opposite direction. You can’t see them, can you?”

“No, of course I can’t.”

“But they’re there, right?”

“If you say so.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I don’t know what I believe.”

“Fine, I’ll show you them.”

“How are you gonna do that?”

“With these,” I picked up two brazing rods, in which the end had been bent over to produce a handle. “Dowsing rods.”

“You gonna find water?”

“You can find most things with these, so I am told. I have searched for water and pipes and wires. Our plumber showed me how to do it when I was a kid, I’ve done it on and off ever since. Oh this line is red, and that one is green.” I moved onto both lines and the rods moved to indicate flow. “Like to try?”

“I don’t know what this has got to do with Maria and our baby.”

“Nothing, but I’m trying to prove a simple point at the moment.”

I showed him how to loosely hold the rods and they moved in his hands, he was less sceptical now. I showed him how to get the rods to indicate direction of the energy. He was quite impressed. Sceptics always are when they can’t explain something.

“They are picking up on energy, probably electromagnetic and possibly caused by water movement, or the spinning of the earth or some other such mechanism. Let’s face it, the earth is one big electromagnetic generator–a gigantic dynamo. It has pathways for the energy to move, over a sort of grid system, these are two such lines.”

“Can you dowse for angels?”

“I expect so, although I can’t say I ever have; you can try if you want. I’ll see if I can call up the energy. Stand away from the lines and when you feel something is happening see if the rods will point to it. Ready?”

He nodded, and I sat down and began to think about Maria and her baby, I felt the energy coming, flowing into me and I heard him mumbling something to himself and standing at various angles to me. I became aware of the mysterious tall creature which was almost overshadowing me, as they say in mediumistic circles.

“Bloody hell,” I heard him say and it broke my concentration. The presence faded.

“Something wrong?”

“No, I saw it with my own eyes, I looked into her eyes and I felt reassurance and peace, my family will be okay. Thank you, Cathy, you might not think it but you do God’s work.”

“I’d have to disagree on the semantics.”

“You know what I mean, those eyes were so beautiful, they were so full of love.”

“Shouldn’t they be?”

“The universe doesn’t love anyone.”

“How do you know?”

“How can it?”

“Same way your god does, only I see positive energy instead of anthropomorphised love.”

“But those eyes were love, absolutely full of it.”

“Did you ask them why all those people died in Pakistan–and please don’t tell they were the wrong religion, because to me they’re all wrong.”

“No I didn’t.”

“I think we’d better leave it there. I’m not trying to disprove anything, just enabling you to see things differently if you want to.”