The Daily Dormouse. (aka Bike) Part 1535 by Angharad Copyright © 2011 Angharad All Rights Reserved.

“What do I do, Mummy, I’ve never done this before?”

“I want you to just focus on bringing down the blue light and sending it to me, to boost anything that I produce.”

“Okay, I’ll try.”

“We need to work fast.” I indicated that Jenny was fading away quickly and Julie nodded her understanding.

I imagined the blue light coming down through me and into Jenny. “Jenny, I hope you can hear me. It’s Cathy and Julie, we’ve come to take you home with us, where you belong, but we need your help. We need you to focus on the light, a blue light, which we’re sending to you to help you find your way.

“You’ve had an accident, but you’re going to be okay, but we need you to help us help you get better. Wherever you are, we need you to come back to your body, follow the light I’m sending–focus on my voice–here take my hand.” I grabbed her hand and squeezed it and felt the energy flow between us.

“I suspect you’re in darkness at the moment, don’t worry, we’re here to help you. Look for the light, a blue light, I’m sending it now to help light your way–come back to your body and come back to us, come back now. C’mon girl, we want to take you home. I know about the figurine and it’s okay–just come back to us–all is forgiven. We just want you back because we love you–you’re part of our family.

“All the children miss you and want you back with us. We all love you–so come back to us won’t you–just follow the light, the blue light–it will light your way for you.” I focused on sending the light into her and as before, time became irrelevant to me.

I felt a struggle going on inside her, as if part of her really wanted to come, and part was afraid or perhaps, very ill. I tried to send the energy around her head, which was very badly bruised–she’d jumped something like forty feet, which is more than enough to kill most people–it was miraculous that she was alive at all.

I sent the light down her legs and spine, both of which were badly damaged, to try and kick start any healing her body was trying to do. I was trying to remember her as we knew her, not this battered and bloodied body which lay bandaged and plugged into all sorts of monitors and drips.

I looked at my watch, it was after midnight, Julie was sleeping I think resting her head on her arm on the cot-side of the bed. She’d effectively given her all, and the way I felt, I had too. The nurse looked in and checked the machines.

I rose up on two very stiff legs, we’d been there more than three hours working on her. “How’s she doing?” I whispered to the nurse.

“Better than when you got here, I didn’t think she’d make it through the night–your talking to her certainly seemed to help.”

“I’m told that hearing is the last thing to leave you when you’re unconscious.”

“It is; which is why we ask visitors to be careful what they say in front of our patients.”

“I’d better take the other one home or she’s going to need a bed as well.” I gestured towards Julie, who was fast asleep. The nurse smiled and nodded. I walked round the bed and gently shook Julie, who took a couple of minutes to wake.

“We’re going home now, Jenny, we need you to get well as soon as you can, and I’ll be back in the morning as soon as I’ve taken the girls to school. Hang in there, girl, we want you to come home with us just as soon as you can. We love you, Jenny, hurry and get better.” I passed a final boost of light towards her and we left.

“Wow, did you see that ball of light you threw at her just before we left?”

“No I didn’t–good, was it?”

“It lit up the whole room–you didn’t see it?”

“No, I can’t always.”

“Well I could most of the time–at one point it was almost as if you had a laser burning into her at various points, very specific, I’d say.”

“It goes where it wants, I just try to supply it.”

“I fell asleep, didn’t I?”

“You did a good job, girl.”

“I had a really funny dream–this woman, dressed in gold came and laid her hand on your shoulder and told you everything was as it should be, and she had confidence in you and that unlike Billie, this was not Jenny’s time.”

“You saw that, did you?”

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s what, like happened–but I think it was a dream–this place creeps me out at the best of times.”

“I expect it was a dream, too, but you’re still privileged.”

“What, to have you for a mum?” she joked.

“Yeah, that as well–you have probably seen the Shekinah.”

“The what?”

“Some sort of divine entity or angel.”

“So why didn’t she touch me, only you?”

“She allowed you to see her, be satisfied with that.”

“I am, I think. So why didn’t you see her?”

“I was too busy trying to talk Jenny back to her body.”

“I heard you do that in the beginning–but it was quiet when I saw the golden woman.”

“Yeah, I was talking to Jenny with the energy.”

“Oh, is she gonna be alright?”

“I don’t know, but I know she will survive the night–so it should give them a chance to get her to Southampton to the spinal and neuro unit.”

“She is gonna be alright though, isn’t she?”

“I honestly don’t know, Julie, I hope so, but you saw for yourself the injuries she’s received–she is very seriously ill, and even if she does survive she might not be the Jenny we loved so much before.”

“What d’you mean? Of course she will–who else is she gonna be?”

“To start with, she could end up in a wheel chair if not worse. She might be brain damaged, although I was concentrating on that tonight. She could have all sorts of other injuries to various organs.”

“Like what?”

“Her liver or kidneys could have been damaged, her spleen–you name it, she could have damaged it–she fell forty feet.”

“How high is that.”

“About level with the top of the house–the roof ridge, I mean.”

“Ugh, that is high.”

“I know–so I really don’t know if she’ll make it or not and if she does, in what condition she’ll be.”

“But if we get her home, we can work on her and with her, can’t we?”

“To a degree, darling, but there’s only so much any of us can do–even with the blue light.”

“You mean, we’ve like wasted our time–she’s gonna die anyway?”

“No, the interventions we do with the light are always successful, but not always in the way we expect them to be.”

“Like what then?”

“Sometimes the light helps people to die more contentedly.”

“Oh yeah, just what we need–it’s all waste of fuckin’ time, isn’t it?”

I went to put my arm round her but she pulled away–“It’s all a waste of time–she’s gonna die anyway–you and your useless blue fuckin’ light.”

“I’m sorry, darling, but yes, she could still die.”

Julie walked slightly ahead of me, and by her sniffing she was crying–naturally upset by the brutality of the reality of injuries suffered by her friend, because she and Jenny were very friendly.

“The Shekinah seemed to say it wasn’t her time–that’s got to be good hasn’t it, sweetheart?”

“I thought you didn’t believe in fairy stories, as you call them?”

“Yes, but fairy stories are frequently some sort of allegory or parable with a definite message.”

“I don’t care, if she dies I don’t know what I’ll do...”

“Take heart, darling, and keep sending her your love–it will all help. C’mon, let’s get home–I’m gasping for a cuppa.”