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Authors: Pamela Carron
Wings of Deception (6 page)
Th
is
session went well and
Honey
did feel she had made much progress with Kelly. The quiet and withdrawn girl she first met now could actually have a two-way conversation and it had been two weeks since she had wet her bed. It was a shame her
m
other could not see how tormented she was about her parents’ divorce and the constant bickering going on
between them
.
Just as
Honey
thought
, Donna P
urser gave her a whole five minutes of her time, claiming other errands to do
while
expressing more of
her thoughts
on
the
lack of
importance of
Kelly’s
sessions. While
Honey
would have liked to convince the woman otherwise, Betty silently reminded her of her next appointment and pointed to a tray with coffee and muffins. She really was hungry and should eat something before the next appointment. It would not be the first time she did not get to review a file as she sometimes got patients on very short notice. She took the tray to her desk, which was outside her patient room.
She was barely finished when Betty alerted her to the fact that her three o’clock was there.
Just a bit early but…
“Send them on back, Betty, I am ready.”
She was wrong. She was not ready for the nine-year-old Carol. Both parents requested to
stay
, which was common for concerned parents
on a first visit
. Not having looked at Carol’s history she asked her, “Carol, can you tell me in your own words why you are here today?”
“Yes ma’am, I told my mommy and daddy that Jesus
wanted
me to come see you.”
Her parents shifted in their seats while
Honey
looked
star
tl
ed. Exerting all the composure she could manage she asked,
“
Okay, w
hy do you think Jesus wanted you to see me?
You do not know me.
”
With this, she looked
curiously
at the parents but Carol
,
protruding the aura of someone much older
,
was quick to answer.
“Oh, no ma’am, but Jesus
knows
you though and He wanted me to come tell you that He still loves you very much and He would like for you to love Him back,
like when you were little
.”
Camille swallowed hard. The child really did have problems. Addressing the parents, she asked them,
“How long has she been having these, uh…hallucinations?”
The father spoke up.
“Miss
Magill
,
let me
apologize, th
is
appointment was not made because Carol needed help, but because you do.” He held his hand up to silence her protest. “I know that this is weird for you, but Carol has these
things…she sees things
,
so when she
looked for
your name in the phone book and told us she needed
to tell
you something, we listened. It is true, she has a gift and if you will, please let Carol tell you what she came for, please.”
Honey
looked at the girl
,
unenthusiastically
nodding her head, “Okay, Carol, I will listen to you.” She was thinking that this
child
needed more therapy than the parents knew. A frown deepened
in her forehead
as the little girl spoke in a quiet but
potent
tone.
“You have a nightmare. You hate it and it’s always the same. It happens because you forgot about loving Jesus. He said you used to
believe in
Him a long time ago when you
and
your sister
were
little like me
, before
she went to live at His house and before
th
ose mean
nightmares started. He said that you
r
angel still watches over you.
You remember him
,
don’t you?
”
Exasperated at Honey’s seeming lack of interest, s
he sighed deeply
and
looking
wearily
at her father
.
“
That’s all
now Poppa, I’m
through.
I want to go home now.
”
“Sure kitten, come on, let’s you and I bring the car around for
M
omma.”
He looked at his wife and nodded his head to
Honey
.
“Miss
Magill
.”
Honey
did not move from where she sat
,
as he took his daughter
’
s hand and left the room but turned to
Carol
’s
m
other asking in a puzzled voice.
“How could she know?”
Carol’s mother looked at her with
sympathy
.
“You didn’t read
the
file
we had sent over from the hospital did you?
No, you could not have or else you would know
that
Carol is very sick. There is no cure.
It started three years ago and…
I mean
the seeing of things
, she has never
been wrong,
not
even once. It really is an amazing thing
that she won’t live a long life but she wants to help other people.
”
Sadness filled her eyes. “
W
hat’s so funny is that she is the one who comforts me and her poppa.
” She got up. “
Please take what Carol said to you very seriously. I would.”
Honey
still sat, not moving
,
as
Carol’s mother said good-bye and let herself out.
She
barely noticed for she
was wildly trying to figure out how this little girl could possibly come in there and know
about her
sister or the
nightmares
. No one knew
.
No one knew, because she had never told anyone
,
n
o one
at all.
But, th
e
child knew. How did she know? How could she possibly know
?
U
nless…unless
this thing
was real and
Jesus really was real and what He said was real
. What angel?
Carol
had
said
“You
remember
him, don’t you?”
Honey
felt a vague memory stirring within her.
A
n hour later s
he left the office, telling Betty to
reschedule
her appointments for the next day, which
was Friday
.
Her head was spinning and her insides felt twisted at just the mention of her sister Bea.
And, the nightmares.
She needed
time
to
sort
out what was going on.
It was what she did for others
on a daily basis
.
N
ow she desperately needed to do it for herself. There had to be a reasonable explanation as to how a complete stranger could just know something that up until now was her own private hell.
Leaving the building, s
he
got into her
little
black
ninety-three
Mustang
convertible and started driving. At first
,
she just felt the need to drive with the top down, letting the wind blow her hair as it willed. She never consciously decided on going to the cemetery but found
herself
parked in the shade of an old oak tree that stood as if in guard of the orchard of tombstones. She did not get
out;
she did not have to, for she could see the double stone that marked her
parents’
graves. For the first time in a long time she let her mind go back to
the
earliest
of her childhood
memories.
Back before she knew what the word fear even meant. Before she understood what abuse
was
.
Good m
emories flooded her
, pushing aside the bad ones,
as if
they were
old friends long abandoned, twirling, dancing and clinging, afraid of being banished again.
She remembered
being a
little girl with cotton colored hair curled in tight curls and
wearing
dresses
home
made by her mother. She remembered going to a small country church
with her sister and brother
, singing and learning about
the
man called Jesus. She
vaguely
remembered
feeling loved
. She almost
touched a
memory
that
eluded her. Hiding yet still deep within her core
,
teasing her and making her think it was going to come to the forefront
,
b
ut she just could not quite grasp it and in disappointment she drove home.
She
wanted
to do some research on Carols’
illness
.
The file was in her briefcase and
she
intended
to get on
t
he internet
, an open
source of information on anyone or anything
,
and
a good place to start
looking
.
As anxious as she was to get started on this, she really needed food. The coffee and two muffins left her stomach still growling for more.
Her
fridge produced enough leftovers to make a quick but healthy meal and when she was satisfied, she took her drink and
started what would
lead her to
the reason for her life in the flesh
dominion
.
It was way after midnight when she quit. Nothing had turned up that would explain
Carol
’s
metaphysical
phenomenon
.
She went to bed too tired to worry about having one of
her
nightmares again and woke up thinking that she
should
look outside the medical
sphere for answers
. Just maybe it was tru
e
that
Carol
learned what she knew from another source…and maybe she was wrong about God, Jesus and the whole spiritual thing too.
The morning had brought
to her
more
of an
open mind and she was willing to concede that she may have been wrong most of her
adult
life.
She had never been much of
a scholar when it came to Biblical things.
Since
she was a child,
she had not even read the Bible.
Having found multiple sites
online
which shared different versions of the Bible, she selected one that
opened
a video
and she found herself watching an elderly man
read from the King James.
At first she thought him boring but
after only minutes
,
was
fascinated
by his down to
earth
reading
of the book called John
.
Was the Bible
as
interesting
as he made it sound
? What she was hearing
captivated her
. She did not own a copy
of the Bible,
but by the end of the day she found her way to the town’s
only
book store and brought home a large one to
read
for herself.
All
the
classes
she had taken
of positive thinking and
belief in
a higher power
dimmed as the words she read became as a living thing to her. She was like one with a thirst that could not be quenched.
