Wandering

“PSSST…PSSST, Hey are you up?” -a 4 year old Katrina, only knowing the word whisper. She had no idea how to whisper, which would be comical had it not been 2 am.

Isis groaned, “Urgh! Not again, please, just close your eyes and shut up!”

Katrina’s eyes dancing with life in the middle of the night, “But wait Isis, let me show you something. It’s really cool. Did you know we can travel? I can take you to see others worlds: and now is the perfect time!” She snatched the 8 year old’s hand and pulled her out of bed saying: “Come on Isis, go with me!”

As Isis stood amazed at the child’s strength in will and body to pull her up, she didn’t have the wherewithal to stop what happened next. Katrina held her right hand up to the wall; both the wall and her hand glowing a brilliant yellow. As Isis stood in disbelief, the bedroom door swung open loudly and Katrina’s mother stormed in; belt in hand. She quickly snatched Isis away from Katrina where a soul looking similar to the child fell through the wall, and the child fell backwards into her mother’s arms.

Katrina yawned; giving a look of confusion as to why she was no longer in bed and her mother was now holding her. “Oh, hello Mummy, what are you doing here?”

As her mother dragged the drowsy little girl out of the room, Isis heard the spanking and concurrent scolding through the door. “What have I told you about soul swapping! (WHAP!) Spirit wandering (WHAP!) AND talking to strange beings! I can’t take it anymore.” The mother and child sobbed together for two obviously different reasons. One was in mental anguish, the other had a sore behind.

Other visiting family members made their best attempts to seem inconspicuous as they checked on the situation. The family members had compassion for both mother and child: neither could control their reaction. One might think, a parent can always control corporal punishment against a child, but Mrs. Williams was quite traumatized to put it mildly.

Just three months ago, at Katrina’s 4th birthday party the Williams’s and the Riche’s learned that little Katrina could wander through worlds while asleep. There were many gifts, but some more dangerous than others. It seems this came from the Williams side of the family.

It was a picturesque autumn day, the crisp cool morning air just waiting to betray one’s senses in a few hours time. As Uncles, Aunties, and Cousins arrived to celebrate the birthday girl, they were surprised to see two of her. Grandpa Williams held Mrs. Williams by the shoulder gently to stop her from interrupting the conversation. He held up his hand to motion the rest of the family to keep still as they heard an innocent conversation filled with ominous etchings.

Katrina: “I’m so happy you could come to my birthday party Katy! Mummy will be happy. There's more of us to hug and give kisses. Are you missing your birthday?”

Katy; taking in every inch of the house with her eyes. Stopping on the family photos as if she'd found a long lost item. “No, I’ve been 4 for a long time now. Who, who is that man?” The child pointed a picture, her breathing shallow, and eyes filled with water.

Katrina paid more attention to where her new friend was pointing. She was only 4 years old today, she didn't read the body language. “That’s Daddy, he’s gone right now. In heaven. But I can take you to see him when we take a nap!” She brightly offered, doing the best a child could to calm her new foreign friend.

Katy's speech slowed, taking on a dark tone: “In my world, we don’t get to keep anyone who leaves. When they die, we lose everything. We can’t remember their face, just the name, their pictures become smudged faces. I haven't seen Daddy's face in so long! Recordings don't work too!” The child’s crying was so painful, but Grandpa Williams had heard enough.

He knew what was going on, and what was about to happen. He signaled the Williams crew to grab Katy, and the Riche crew to surround Katrina, she was in danger.The family leapt into action but the child was faster, in her world a year was 20 months and much of their time was spent out doors. As young as two years of age they learned to hunt and field dress deer where Katy came from.

Katy jumped on top of Katrina, cutting off the blood supply to her brain. The girl screamed, “I want my daddy, I want his pictures and memories back. We both can’t live here!” As she choked Katrina, Katy began banging her head against the floor as hard as she could. When the family reached the girls to pull them apart, Katy screamed then clinched her teeth.

Through this reaction, the child had the power to send everyone except Mrs. Williams out of the house. Fearing for her daughter’s life and left alone to protect her: Mrs. Williams was forced to act on impulse. She kicked, punched, and slammed until the inhumanly strong little girl let go. It was her baby. She had killed her own baby; or at least someone who looked like her, on this day of all days. Grandma and Grandpa Riche were the first to make it back to the house, where Katrina lie unconscious, Katy dead, and Mrs. Williams trembling. They removed their daughter and grandchild from the ghastly scene: although it was unfortunate, they burned the child’s body. Other family members tended to Katrina’s injuries, and gave her mother a sedative.

Mrs. Williams was a wreck after killing the image of her own daughter, she was on edge after that, Grandpa Williams agreed that the Riche’s made the right call. In their world to wander was not unheard of, but it was unwise to bring anyone or anything back with you. If that person harbored impure thoughts or feelings, they turned into a demon: poor baby Katy met that sad fate. Katrina awoke to a scolding from her elders, followed by cake and ice-cream to show relief for her safety.

Aunt Pearl: “Baby, why would you bring her here?”

Katrina: “Well we get heaven on Earth every night and her world was so scary. I wanted her to see heaven and meet good people.”

Aunt Pearl: “What you did was a nice thought, but it really hurt her. Your Grandparents had to send her back to her world purified.”

Katrina: “What does that m….”

Mrs. Williams shouted: “She’s dead, and if her body returns she will have died in her sleep! I shouldn’t let you visit with daddy tonight.”

“Oh no!” The family somberly chimed in with reminders of the girl’s young age, it being her special day, and most of all her naiveté about the whole situation.

That day has weighed on Mrs. Williams for months, with the vision of beating her own offspring lifeless. She didn’t want to let her child be raised by relatives, but the dark circles, loss of wages, and uncontrollable sleeping patterns of a nigh toddler were too much. Family urged her,to lean on them:Allow the elders to train the child in her gifts. At this point it was a matter of when, not if. Mrs. Williams didn’t want to be a memory for her baby so she gave in to the pressure in the guise of support. The lack of sleep was literally killing her, at least she could move where her child would be.

Back in the present night, Mrs. Williams thanked Isis for watching over her cousin, and sent her back to bed while the adults talked.

To you dear reader the world we are in, is not our Earth, they have an Au Borealis. Every night from 2 am to 4 am loved ones who made it into heaven get to visit, when the golden lights hit the Earth. Whether a person is dreaming or awake, they can meet with loved ones passed even ancestors who started their bloodline. Some families make a visiting schedule for their loved ones, but spirits have a habit of becoming irreverent once they take the reigns of new found freedom. Visiting who they want, when they want, but one thing they cannot control is seeing their true love.

When a love is so deep and true between a pair, they are unable to participate in Heaven on Earth, only in dreams can they communicate. Even then it is during times of grave danger,this is because a love that transcends time and space is so magnetic it will call the souls to be together and tear the very fabric of reality.

This caveat is actually a mercy, you see; the pain of seeing someone that you cannot physically hold anymore would be torture. In a dream the divide between spiritual and physical is blurred. There was a man who once tried to kill himself to be with his wife again. She came to him in a dream, warning that they would never meet if he succeeded. The two were only able to pass messages through family, so he drearily continued working his 12pm to 6pm job: praying for a death that came too slow for comfort. He found comfort in the dangers of his depression allowing his beloved to visit more often.

Thanks to the open communication with ancestors of the past, there was no such thing as lost languages, America was able to work on a 12 noon to 6 pm work schedule. Of course there were establishments that benefited from a 24 hours a day, seven day a week business model, but no one worked there to survive. It was more of a choice. This world was different, but even here, Katy, Isis, and her Uncle were considered gifted.