Sometimes the spiritual answers come with unrelenting force.
A Breath Floats By
Author Thayne Hudson
The Twilight
Sometimes a breath floats by me
An odor from Dreamland sent,
Which makes the ghost seem nigh me
Of a something that came and went,
Of a life lived somewhere, I know not
In what diviner sphere.....
A something too vague, could I name it,
For others to know:
As though I had lived it and dreamed it,
As though I had acted and schemed it
Long ago.....
James Russell Lowell, 1819-1891
somewhere in chapter three ...…
............Lindsay’s husband is dying and in the hospital. Daniel is hidden upstairs. Gooee, who is Lindsay's personal psychic, catches up with her in this lifetime……
“Just following my instincts, darling, and keeping up with my friends, since it’s been so long… I’ve missed you terribly…. Ralph Waldo Emerson.” Gooee turned her head to the right, slightly raised her chin, poised. “Delicious is a just and firm encounter of two, in a thought, in a feeling. Let the soul be assured that somewhere in the universe it should rejoin its friend, and it would be content and cheerful alone for a thousand years.”
Lindsay decided this must be the crazy lady. Maimee had a premonition and here she was, all ready to torment and tribulate Lindsay. Maimee’s wish for revenge was Gooee.
“But, darling,” Gooee said, now gazing over Lindsay’s face. “Let’s not wait to see one another during this lifetime, we only have so long and then we’re gone, what a waste, there may be a thousand years to be apart later.”
Gooee looked like she was taking a deep breath, to see her through the next paragraph, or three, and she rushed on. “I know I don’t have a stop button on my mouth, lucky for everyone concerned that I don’t have a rewind and play either. We’re all better off most of the time if we just don’t remember what comes out of me. But I want you to know that whatever I have done to offend you, I am truly sorry and wish to be forgiven because I really like you. I love you. You are such a wonderful person to talk to and you really always listen and try to understand everyone and you are so beautiful in your heart, I miss being around someone like you. Because there aren’t too many people like you, Lindsay dear, there really aren’t. Ralph Waldo Emerson. ‘When a man becomes dear to me I have touched the goal of fortune.’”
Lindsay blinked once and put her hands over her face. Deeply remorseful, that’s what she was now. This- this- this dear dear woman. And this was what Lindsay loved about her. Gooee would always take the chance and open her beautiful heart to people. Lindsay knew that she had never been so open as Gooee. She had never in her life said anything so beautiful to anyone as Gooee just said to her.
“Oh, darling, darling, don’t cry, my apology was to make you glad,” Gooee said in singsong. “Don’t hide your face.”
“Ashamed,” Lindsay managed, shaking her head.
“Why ashamed?” Gooee coaxed softly.
She uncovered her face. “I never said anything or called for months. I just disappeared.” Lindsay couldn’t tell her why, as some things were better left unsaid, whether Gooee was a mind reader or not.
“Well, you have a chance now to do it all over again. Right now.”
Lindsay was regaining her composure. And wondering, just a little bit, why this was a good thing, her getting to do it over. She met Gooee at a pottery class and, basically, was adopted by her. But Gooee had such a precious heart that much was so apparent, regardless of her abominable presence and all-encompassing intellect. People always wished her to go away. But Gooee only desired to be genuine for their benefit.
Lindsay would try to do it over again. There just were times Lindsay would have to speak up.
“There’s an upstairs too,” Gooee said, standing. “I want to see.”
Now Lindsay had to speak up. “There’s no time for me to show you.”
“Oh? Oh.” She sounded a little defeated, only a little. “Okay, you have somewhere to go,” and Lindsay agreed, saying, “Yes yes, I still have to shower and dress.”
Gooee started for the kitchen. “Where are the stairs? Couldn’t I just take a little self-tour while you get ready?” and Lindsay said, “No-no,” like she was speaking to a toddler.
“Oh.” Gooee paused, sounding deflated, confused, and hurt.
Lindsay decided, if she were starting over with this relationship, she had to tell the truth. Some of it. “Sam is in the hospital.”
“Oh, finally you tell me-”
“What? Finally?”
“We just know these things.”
“Oh, really, Gooee-”
“But if Sam’s in the hospital-” she paused, turning slowly to the bedroom where they could see the silver-blue extended cab pickup parked outside the white fence. She pointed questioningly.
Goodness, just splendid. She never could lie. “Sam is borrowing Daniel’s truck.” How far was she willing to take this? Gooee would definitely be back. She talked to everyone. And truly, she did not have a sensor device between her brain and mouth. “Daniel is upstairs,” Lindsay admitted, regardless of consequences. “He slept over so we can get back to the hospital early. He was very tired after midnights.”
“Well I knew that all the time, dear, I was just wondering how long it was going to take for you to tell me. And I assure you no one will be told so you don’t need to worry yourself over that. Just between you, me and the lamppost up there, so far, so good.”
Sure, Lindsay thought.
“I’m coming down now,” Daniel called through the vent, true defeat in his tone. He was on the losing team this morning.
“Daniel, dear, I hope you have your clothes on,” Gooee called up the vent.
“He slept upstairs with his clothes,” Lindsay said.
“Oh, I know.” Gooee laughed. “I’m just tormenting him.”
