The day had passed quickly and little His-Glove, "Lovie," Elizabeth and Eleanor romped together in the snow, steeped pots of hot tea, made cookies from ingredients that "simply" appeared and threw logs on the fire for an early cozy nap. The three napped for a long hour as the fire's wood cracked and the feeling of good well-being permeated the Dubois home. It had been many years, too many to count, since good tidings of joy settled there. For once, Elizabeth rested.
Elizabeth Catherine dreamed during her rest. The distant memory of her mother appeared. She made deliberate eye contact with young Elizabeth. The glance seemed to speak something to the young child, The look seemed to say, "all will be well. You will see, you must, trust and believe my little girl."
Trusting and believing did accompany young Elizabeth Catherine, but somewhere and somehow, Beth became jaded with anger, rejection, loneliness, isolation and despair. As a little girl she was so innocent, and so brave. However, the older adult warrior embraced a different character who wore an angry armor of clothing and make up. It seems along life's journey, her swords of her defense manifested into hatred, judgement, and divination of many kinds. These swords were not deliberate but they gained access into her heart, so smoothly, and so cleverly, she was never aware of their actual presence. She would have denied their residence had she of known. But, within her they cleverly disguised themselves. They take up the flags and banners of strength, courage, intelligence, self righteousness and inflated self worth. At an earlier age and time in her young life, they were simple and seemed harmless.
The negatives swords grew from the small seeds planted in early childhood. Rejection, fear, isolation, loneliness, poor self love, unworthiness, self loathing, self destruction and a hated self image took residence in her young heart. These little seeds took root somewhere in childhood and truthfully, it didn't matter when or how, if truly desired, these parasitic aliens could be understood later, but for now, recognizing their foreign presence deems more important. However, Eleanor knows they will not leave without a battle. They take claim to anybody using traumas, dramas, over righteousness, pharmekias and abusive and neglectful dysfunctional doors. to enter.
The human body is fertile soil for negative emotions. And, fear, loathing, debaucheries, hate, abuse, loneliness, isolation, inflation of self worth, over eating, anorexia, excessive living, hedonism, anhedonia, and so forth, too many to name take root, grow, and bloom into a life that lacks divine company. Eleanor's mission a task not small, but a job she knew extremely well. Elizabeth Catherine Dubois's negatives were "fairly" easy. But, time, and energy would tell in the end. Eleanor, thought, let's open box 2 and get working while Beth's soil is softer.
"Elizabeth, are you awake?"
"You seem to be dreaming of something good. Are you?"
"Hmm... Yes, I think so. My mother was here. I think."
"Oh, a good dream. Wonderful." She pause before reminding her of the other boxes. Elizabeth stirred some more. Then, Eleanor arose and picked up the box labeled with, "2, box 2. It says, you must open next."
"Wow, I'm hoping it's not another pet! Where is Lovie?"
"I let him outside."
"He's outside, in the cold!"
"Yes, he's been out for a few minutes. He'll be fine. I get him if it makes you feel better." Eleanor got up to let Lovie inside.
Elizabeth opened the large box, to discover three smaller boxes, to discover a little bitty box, and paused before she opened box 2. The tag read, "Box 2. He Is Your Brother." signed, The Son.
"HUH?" Beth confused. "Oh, this is a hidden message."
"I suppose dear, now open the little box. Let's see the mystery."
Beth opened it and found an old antique heart shaped locket. She opened it slowly. Once opened, the face of a handsome young boy sat behind the old tiny frame within.
"Hmm... I wonder who this is?"
"A young boy."
"Do you know him?"
"No. No I don't." Elizabeth countenance saddened. She started to profoundly cry.
"What is wrong, dear? Why are you crying?"
"I don't know. The boy's face made me. I don't know."
"Do you know the lad?"
"No. I said, I don't, but his face seems so familiar."
"What do you see Eleanor? What do you know? Why are you here?"
"Remember dear, you asked me to come?"
"No. I don't remember asking you to come."
"Oh, yes, you did my dear. You asked and I was sent at your request."
For the first time Elizabeth Catherine did not argue, not even with herself. "Tell me Eleanor, tell me when, where and how I asked?"
"You asked many many years ago. I was delayed. I apologize for my tardiness. I am here now and that's all that matters."
"Who are You, Eleanor Grace Harding? Who are you? Who is the boy?
Eleanor smiled as usual. So warm. Glowing like an angel. A twinkle once again floated from her eye. "You will need to open box 3 to understand the boy."
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