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Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Sister Sandy (Blogophilia 36.7)
I stopped by the bar at 3 A. M.
To seek solace in a bottle or possibly a friend
I woke up with a headache like my head against a board
Twice as cloudy as I'd been the night before
I went in seeking clarity.
Jeremy really didn’t like this song, but he was too
distracted to turn the radio off. Streetlights stretching out forever in front
of his eyes as he headed into the city, why he was coming back here? Smoky
dives along Memorial, with their faded PBR and Miller High Life signs beckoned
him to stop for solace and possibly a friend. Yeah, a friend that would scream
about bombs until he had to make her stop. Like he did with Mother.That was not a risk he could take.
He couldn’t stop anyway. A quiet voice was urging him on, one that
needed to be heard. He knew whose voice it was. It was going to say bullshit.
But there would be validation of his thoughts and the comfort in the crap, and
some clarification in exactly how to proceed. So he followed the grey stone
road to Oz.
Broken down buildings and smelly addicts on ramshackle
bicycles lined the sidewalks along this road whose heyday was far in the past.
But there were signs of life here and there. Gentrification in the form of trendy
restaurants, a warehouse converted into lofts for bearded young professionals.
Lives that he had never experienced and would never experience, he was far too
damaged to function in their world. It didn’t matter to him though. This was
his own little television show and they were inconsequential images in the
He drove past the used tire store and on toward the old
bungalow. The one with the sign with the outline of a hand lit in fabulous
salmon and purple neon:
remember the first time he had come here, maybe a week or two after he was
released from the hospital. Gentle and open, Sister Sandy was the first person
to show anything but hatred towards him and he appreciated that. He also
appreciated her ability to read his mind.
chime rang softly as he opened the chipped wood door. A soft voice floated to his ears.
“Be with you
in a minute. Please have a seat at the table.”
was centered on the back wall of the anteroom. There were doorways with black
beaded curtains on each side of the table and a framed zodiac chart on the wall
between them. Bookshelves lined the
right hand wall, with titles like “Druids of the Modern World” and “Automating
Your Charts.On the table there was a
crystal sphere and a laptop. The ball was for decoration. Sandy was a woman of
the modern age. The dove gray walls had been freshened recently. The smell of
latex reminded him of the orange and blue trolls wanting to invade his space
Jeremy…” He muttered under his breath.
A cloud of
gardenia under laid with copper tinge enveloped him as the psychic emerged from
the doorway on the right. Jeremy felt warmth at her presence. Petite and bird
like, she wore a pale blue sleeveless blouse and a pair of white draw string
pants. Blond hair with the long bangs framed almond eyes and ruby beak. Her movements
were also very bird like, flitting from one perch to another and then finally
grasping the back of her chair.
good to see you!Sit and let’s catch
hand, she led him to the metal chair at the table and gently pressed him into
it. She then stepped over to the book
case, where a small teapot was simmering on a hot plate.Pulling two large mugs off their hooks, she
kind of mischief have you gotten yourself into?You usually don’t come unless you have some devious and evil plan in
that twisted brain.”
She knew him
“I don’t really
need to know, Sugar. We’ll get to it soon enough. You need quiet. Here.” Handing him one of the
freshly poured mugs, she settled into the high backed chair. The chamomile had
an immediate effect.The stress lines at
his eyes and mouth melted into smudges.
silence, he began to focus on a framed photograph of Bran Castle standing on a
shelf above the hot plate. It had been taken on vacation some years ago, while
her husband was still alive. She said that it reminded her of a much happier
time and place, when she did readings for fun and not for a living.
Propped next to the photo was an etching of
Vlad Tepes, The Impaler.The rumors of
him drinking the blood of his enemies as they hung from their stakes always
thrilled Jeremy. It was the ultimate insult to the deceased. The life essences sucked away while they
watched. He wished he could be close enough to the Pigs to be able to do that.
But that was impractical. Revenge in his case would have to be handled
“I see you are
looking at Vlad.”
cup down, she powered the laptop, a pale shade of moonlight from the reflected
in the small face.
Closing his eyes, he could feel Sarah’s spirit come forward, an angel sitting
on his right shoulder to watch the proceedings.
realize he wasn’t the only occupant of that place?” Sandy pressed a few keys to
bring up the application she wanted.
“Yes. But he
was the most important.”
“Why do you
say that?” Touching a few more keys, he could hear the mechanical sound of a
seemed to be lost in thought.
he did was final. There were never loose ends.”
“And you are
worried about some loose ends, maybe from Sarah’s death?”
The angel on
Jeremy’s shoulder blushed. She knew the answer and yet, did not speak.
always loose ends. I have come to accept that.” Jeremy took a small sip of the
tea and looked at his lap. “Even when I die, there will be loose ends for
someone else to handle. Of course, it won’t matter to me. I will be dust.”
is true. But your Karma will remain to settle, maybe in your next life.”
his mug down and looked straight at the psychic.
life? Sarah and Mother are gone. There is no one else in the family alive. There
is no other life to infect. The ends should be allowed to wither.” And with that, the Angel disappeared off his
the mug again, he continued.
working on a project at my apartment. It is a self improvement course designed
to rid myself of toxic influences in my life”
grinned. “Let’s get started, then.”
the screen to the side so they both could see. A simple three card spread this time. Touching
a key, the first card popped into the left hand position.
card is Nine of Swords Reversed.The
card is sometimes referred to as The Nightmare. The first card in this spread
always represents the past. You have a lot of pain and misery in your past as
we have discussed before. It is interesting the card was dealt in reverse. It
could signify healing of the wound. It could also mean there is someone in your
sphere that you distrust for some reason. Let’s draw the next card.”
The key was
card is the Eight of Wands. It is upright. The second card represents the
present. This card is portending change and it is coming rapidly. Maybe even
too fast for you to immediately handle. This could be an opportunity whose
window has opened but is now rapidly closing. You may instinctively know this,
but you may not be completely prepared to act. In combination with the first
card, it would be unwise to act without a complete analysis of the
situation.So, what does the future
the key for the final time. They looked at each other with apprehension when the
card took its place.She licked her lips,
took a breath and began to speak.
card is Death.It is upright. The final
card represents the future. In this instance it likely doesn’t mean your
physical death. Rather it means the end of a cycle. In combination with the
other two cards, it may mean you are about to resolve a major conflict in your
life, for ill or good.This is always a
two edged sword, however. You may want the resolution to be one thing and the
fates will capriciously deliver the opposite. The fates don’t care a lot of
times. I swear they think we exist for their amusement. With what we have here,
you may think you are on the road to enlightenment, when in fact you are on the
road to perdition.”
enveloped the room.There was a lot to
“I hoped I
helped, Sweetheart. It’s twenty five dollars.”
slowly rose, trembling. He pulled the
money out of his pocket and placed it on the table.