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Chapter Three: The Sacred Trinity

My confession of being female and Michelle's acceptance had created a profound moment of spiritual connection between us. But as Helen's medical alarms shattered the peaceful afternoon, that moment of belonging transformed into something far more urgent and mystical.

The EMTs had successfully revived Helen with epinephrine, but as we followed the ambulance to the hospital, I could feel the Celtic Triquetra necklace warming against my chest. Something profound was happening—something that went beyond medical intervention.

In the cardiac treatment room, Helen lay surrounded by monitors and machines, her breathing shallow but steady. The DNR order meant that when her time came, there would be no heroic measures—only love, acceptance, and whatever supernatural forces had been awakened by our completed sisterhood.

"Sweetie, you are one with Helen and me now, we are sisters," Michelle whispered as we sat in the waiting room. "Helen's homecoming nears. If you open yourself to the supernatural, you may be able to share the totality of the experience."

The weight of her words settled over me like a sacred mantle. "What are you telling me, Michelle?"

I didn't care what anyone thought at this point, so I pulled the necklace out from my scrub top and wore it proudly for all to see. The Celtic Triquetra caught the harsh hospital lighting, its intricate knotwork seeming to pulse with its own inner radiance.

"You know that Helen's medical wishes dictate that she not be kept alive artificially. This may be the time when we both have to say goodbye to her. It is a most powerful time, full of possibilities if you are open to them."

The truth of it hit me like a physical blow. Helen was dying, and somehow, Michelle was preparing me for something beyond ordinary grief. "I'm ready to say goodbye to Helen if it comes to that. I'm open to any possibility."

"Good. They will be calling for us soon."

No sooner had she spoken when Nurse Walters walked purposefully into the waiting room. "Mrs. Johnson? Helen called for you, and time is short."

The three of us walked quickly through the hospital corridors, our footsteps echoing with the urgency of approaching finality. When we reached Helen's bedside, I instinctively moved to one side and took her hand while Michelle took the other. The Celtic Triquetra necklaces—all three of them—seemed to resonate with each other, creating an invisible triangle of connection around Helen's bed.

"Thank you for coming, sisters," Helen whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with profound love.

"I love you, Helen. Blessed be!" The words came from somewhere deeper than conscious thought.

"I love you too, Helen. Thank you for my gift."

Helen's eyes sparkled with the same mischievous wisdom I'd come to cherish. "I hope you like your next gift as well, sister. I love both of you with all my heart."

The monitors began their final alarm sequence, but this time, the DNR order meant we could only hold her hands and bear witness. As Helen's physical form released its hold on life, I felt my eyes rolling back as consciousness slipped away from me.

The Spiritual Realm
Suddenly, I was more alive than I had ever been. The sensation was overwhelming—I felt completely congruent and utterly different simultaneously. Looking down at myself, I realized I existed as pure energy, pure spirit. For the first time, I saw myself as I had only glimpsed in dreams: a twelve-year-old girl who hadn't yet begun puberty, radiant with authentic possibility.

At my feet lay my corporeal body, still appearing as male as I had forced myself to portray to the world, collapsed unconscious on the hospital floor. Michelle still clutched Helen's hand, weeping over her sister's passing, while Nurse Walters rushed to attend to my unconscious form.

"Sister, it is time for me to pass my life to you."

I turned to find Helen beside me, her spiritual form blazing with accumulated life energy. She appeared more vibrant than she had in months, free from the physical limitations that had imprisoned her.

"Helen, I don't understand."

"How could you, sweetie? The white light beckons to me, and my life force glows with the energy that I have added through living. That energy ordinarily would be used to transform me physically into the person I would be for my next life."

"Would?" The word hung between us, heavy with implication.

"I feel that you should not have to wait for your next life to put an end to your suffering. I intend to use that life energy to put right what once went wrong for you."

The magnitude of her offer struck me like lightning. "No, Helen! Your next leap may be the leap all the way home. Giving me that gift could cost you everything."

"Yet it is my gift to give." Her spiritual form pulsed with determination. "Do you know why your spirit is still a girl instead of a woman?"

The truth came to me with crystal clarity. "I feel that it is because I have not allowed myself to experience puberty yet the way I should have, in mind and body."

"Are you open to that possibility now? Are you ready to be your true self?"

Every fiber of my being resonated with the answer. "I am, Helen. You have given me the gift of understanding. When I get back, I will start transition. I will be true to myself and to you and Michelle, my sisters."

Helen's energy seemed to intensify, and I sensed we were approaching the crucial moment. "Sometimes, sisters have to act as mothers when mother isn't available. Are you ready to accept her in that role?"

The rightness of it overwhelmed me. "Michelle would make a great mother. Yes, I will gladly accept Michelle as my mother."

The Transformation
Helen's energy aura, which had been bright before, suddenly overwhelmed me in a blinding flash. I felt myself speeding toward a white light, but instead of moving toward it, the white light engulfed me completely. Every cell of my being was suffused with Helen's life force, her love, her accumulated wisdom, and her final gift of authentic existence.

The sensation was indescribable—like being unmade and remade simultaneously, every atom of my being restructured by love itself. I felt my spirit and body aligning for the first time in my existence, the profound incongruence that had defined my life dissolving into perfect harmony.

When consciousness returned, the familiar surroundings of the hospital room greeted me, but everything had changed. Nurse Walters towered over me as she helped me to my feet, but now her height was appropriate—I was looking up at the world through the eyes of a twelve-year-old girl.

Everything was right because now the physical me matched the spiritual me. I was Minuet, a preadolescent girl with my entire authentic life ahead of me.

Michelle had come around the bed and wrapped me in a protective hug, whispering urgently in my ear, "Play along, we'll talk in the car."

"Sweetie, I was so worried about you," she said loudly enough for the nurse to hear. "Is my daughter really alright?"

"She's fine. Her vitals are strong. She just fainted when Miss Chambers died."

The nurse's matter-of-fact tone suggested that reality had somehow adjusted to accommodate Helen's supernatural gift. To everyone except Michelle and me, I had always been Minuet, Michelle's twelve-year-old daughter.

"Minnie, let's get you home. The nurses have to see about Helen now anyway, so we should give them a chance to take care of things."

"Thank you, Momma." The word felt natural, right, as if I had been saying it my entire life.

Looking down at myself, I marveled at Helen's attention to detail. I was dressed exactly as I had appeared in spirit form: a long A-line dress made of pink velvet paired with white knee socks and black Mary Janes, with a matching purse on my shoulder. My hair was styled in two pigtails with pink ribbons tying up the ends. No makeup, but I didn't need any—I had the natural glow of youth and authenticity.

The walk to the car felt eternal, both of us maintaining careful silence lest we say something that might shatter the delicate illusion that protected us. Once the car doors slammed shut, I felt relief wash over me like taking a deep breath after holding it for hours.

New Memories, New Life
"It worked," Michelle breathed, her voice filled with wonder. "Helen passed her next life on to you early. Do you remember being Marcus?"

The question opened floodgates of memory that were both familiar and strange. "Yes, but that is like another lifetime. I remember more clearly being raised with our mother until she died, and then you taking care of both Helen and me after that. Oh yes, and that sweet nurse Jessica who cared for Helen ordinarily, but she called in sick and we had to care for her today. I'm glad that I learned CPR so I could help Helen while you called for help, Momma."

Michelle's eyes filled with tears of amazement. "I remember both lives too. You were a great big help, Minuet. You have a great big heart, and you could be a medical professional again if that's where your heart leads you."

The weight of loss suddenly hit me. "I miss Helen, Momma."

"You don't have to miss me yet. I'm still around."

Helen's voice came from behind me, and I turned to see her spiritual form, even more abundant with energy than before the white flash. She appeared as a shimmering presence that only Michelle and I could perceive.

"What happened, Helen?" I asked, reaching toward her luminous form.

"I found out that the leap home is not one that can be taken on our own energy, but with the ability granted to us when we are ready. The Goddess told me that in passing my life to you, I had shown myself worthy to pass into the beyond and go home myself. I've been given leave to be with you to help you through this transition before I make that trek into the great beyond."

The relief was overwhelming. "I'm glad for you that you are about at the end of your journey, Helen. I'm glad for me that you will be along to guide me at the starting of my journey."

A question that had been nagging at me finally surfaced. "When time folded over on itself as a result of all that creative energy you summoned, how come we three seem to be the only ones who have a clue about what was?"

Helen's laughter tinkled like silver bells. "You don't need me for that answer since your mommy came up with that wrinkle. It's the triplet necklaces, and in a real way, our sisterhood held a power of three that was beyond any understanding of TV show writers. We three are bound together in a way that defies understanding."

Michelle nodded, touching her own necklace. "And when Helen leaves this plane of existence, Momma?"

"We'll still be bound together, and where she goes, we will, when our time comes, follow and be reunited there."

I looked between them, my new twelve-year-old perspective making everything feel both profound and simple. "Is that true, Helen? And in how many lives will we be together, physically, that is?"

"That would be telling, sprite!" Helen's eyes twinkled with ancient mischief. "In the place that I am going, physicality isn't really meaningful. Even with me gone in a way, in a way I will always be with you."

The frustration of being spoken to in riddles bubbled up. "I guess I should have expected being talked to in riddles since I'm the child here."

"If you are a child, sweetie, then I am much more of one. At least you are comfortable in this universe of ours, but I'm going beyond all. I'm sorry if riddle speak frustrates you, but it's the only way of representing something so alien."

Understanding flooded through me. "I'm sorry, Helen. While I am in the muck, this is something that I asked for. I know some of the rules and I will discover the others. I cannot even imagine what awaits you. I guess when I can, then I will be where you are now. I'll be waiting for my homecoming."

"That's okay, sprite. I have a feeling that getting you up to speed was just what the doctor ordered. I could never let one of my sisters down if I had any choice in it."

One more question burned in my mind. "Helen, why am I a child now?"

Her expression grew tender with understanding. "Sweetie, that's where your spirit was stuck. If you had become a woman of the same age that Marcus was, then you would still be incongruent since your spirit was stuck as a little girl. Bringing your spirit and body together with congruency will allow you to grow up the way you might have if you had been able to let out your true self when you were thirteen the first go around."

The pieces finally clicked into place. "You were trying to prepare me for this before I became Minuet, and I didn't understand then, but I believe I do now. Thank you for looking out for my best interest, Helen."

"Think nothing of it, sweetie. Sisters do for each other. As you have done for me, I do for you, as around the circle our love flows."

We shared a metaphysical hug—not the pressing together of physical forms, but a spiritual closeness where I felt Helen's presence as strongly as any physical embrace. The love was the same, perhaps even stronger. When Michelle joined us in a group spiritual hug, I felt the power of three and put to rest any doubts that anything would truly separate us from each other.

"One thing that you are right about, young lady, is that physically now you are a child and will be one for the foreseeable future. Your body needs much more sleep, especially after a day as trying as this, and even more as you start turning into the woman you will grow up to be. It's bedtime for you now, munchkin. Please be a good girl and take your bath, then get dressed for bed."

The prospect of my first night as Minuet filled me with both excitement and trepidation. As we pulled into the driveway of what were now my childhood memories told me was home, I realized that Helen's greatest gift wasn't just the physical transformation—it was the chance to grow up authentically, supported by a love that transcended death itself.

The Celtic Triquetra necklace rested warm against my chest, a constant reminder that I was part of something eternal, something that would guide me through whatever challenges lay ahead in this new life that had been passed to me.