Eleanor's wrist painfully crushed and her finger's barely moving under the pig face that snorted mustered sulfa and sneered at her attempts to free herself from his smashing stomp. Eleanor was cool. She and patience allied themselves and the display of her pain covered by a mask of indifference took over.
"Clever, swine," sarcastically sweet.
The Accuser moved next to her. He saw her mouth move and call him a swine. "What? Say it again...There, That's what I thought." He applied more weight in his foot. Eleanor's bones crunched again.
"Yellow, mustard skin...so, Handsome!" Tears almost fell...but, Didn't. No way. She is too proud and would never show defeat, pain or annoyance.
Still the chrismal laid on the floor. The chain was woven in the crushed fingers and the chrismal itself rested under her palm. The pig might forget about the reason he crushed her wrist. There is no picking it up with the broken fingers. It laid outside the triangle of The Trinity. The power from it would be limited and not fully charged. Without the help of The Supreme, everything seemed hopeless.
Being face down and restrained by a mustered swine and The Accuser, was only one task Eleanor could do to alter their situation. Prayer. It wasn't that she had not asked for help, she had. Giving up? Out of the question. Continuing to ask, pray and believe was the cloak for any warrior. But, sometimes... even old warriors...wearied and doubted in times of duress and pain. And, this time was, almost one, of those. However, Eleanor had pride and to throw in her white towel was unthinkable. With, many successful battles and accomplishments behind her, to disbelieve or surrender to a pig who is a joke, Eleanor held her sword up shining it so the enemy swine also saw it she used dagger eyes as well and threatened God's way.. The, she gave them a beautiful wink...
Then, remembering Elizabeth saw only in the human plane, She new Eleanor's hand was oddly crushed. She saw the chrismal under Eleanor's hand and Lovie downed for the moment. Totally, aware of the unusual circumstances... So, she reached out her arm and petted Lovie's body. He was breathing, but exhausted. Beth crawled toward Eleanor.
Fear stepped from behind the veil and next to his comrades, Self Loathing, and The Accuser. "Where does she think she's going?"
Eleanor was aware of their stances. Her eyes darted at Elizabeth. Eyes; warned, "watch, be careful!" In one swoop, Eleanor swiftly turned and twisted her body and with the other arm scooped the chrismal out and put in flight towards Elizabeth who then, reached out her hand and caught the chrismal jetting out of The Trinity boundary.
"Dammit!" The burning, piercing knife of Fear's darted through Elizabeth's arm.
"Ignore it! It can't hurt you unless you let it! Hang onto the oil. You're in The Trinity now. It has full power in your hands. Use it wisely!... Douse yourself.... Elizabeth, next lesson. Call things that are not as though they are."
"Huh?" Elizabeth dropped three drops in her hand. She anointed herself. Making the sign of The Cross on her forehead, "The Father, The Son and The Holy Ghost."
Eleanor smiled. The packed of demons cringed and moaned, "Stop Her!" They were cursing foul contempts for God.
Elizabeth moved the chrismal over Eleanor and made the sign of The Cross over her forehead, then she gathered Eleanor and His Glove close, placing the three heads together in the center of the triangle in The Trinity. Together, they closed their eyes. Eleanor once again, reminded The Supreme God of their need for reinforcement. She also humbly thanked him for their safety and even though there was no apparent presence of any of the Holy Alliance, Eleanor knew they must be present as the battle took no casualties. His Glove was still alive and Elizabeth seemed to be understanding spiritual concepts.
Outside the manor, outside the walls of the triangle roared the weather. Booming thunder, lightening, howling wind, hail, tornadoes or any fearful trembling effects were cast.
"Eleanor?" Beth whispered.
"Why does bad weather come with you?"
Eleanor chuckled. "There is a war dear. Surely, you are seeing some results on an earthly plane?"
Beth breathed in and sighed, "Yes, I see; something. What should I do right now?"
"Pray without ceasing. Talk to god. Give Him thanks and praise."
"OK...How should I start?"
"Start as a child. 'Our father who art in heaven Hallowed be your name. Thy kingdom come Thy will be done On Earth as it is in Heaven....' The most important part to recite and remember, 'on Earth as it is in heaven.'"
"Shall I start?"
"Yes, by all means, do begin. That would be excellent. Now, let the prayer become life in you. Let it arise with in every cell of your body. Let it permeate outside your body to the floor you lay on, to the chrismal you hold, to Lovie you touch, to anything you see and to those things you see not. Believe and depend on every word as it is The Almighty himself truth. Believe in God and never let go of your belief. Even if the storms come and go and waters rage, never doubt. Always believe and always if you're frightened remember to pray this prayer. Call out Elizabeth Catherine Dubois, as He will always hear you, He will always come. You must trust, obey and believe."
The weather worsened. Beth asked, "How much longer do I pray? When will it go away?"
"Never, stop praying. The storms will be here all the time, but so will He. Keep praying, never cease."
His Gloves little tail wags ad he is still exhausted, but still alive...He believes, as well.
"Sleep Elizabeth...sleep... and rest. The war is eternal. You must learn to rest despite the appearances."
Thundering, lightening and wind screamed threats of imminent disaster. The more the three ignored, the louder it tried sending fearful thoughts. Eleanor thought nothing of their despicable tactics. She and His Glove knew their evil devises. Eleanor was surprised that Beth slept so well in all the ruckuses and feeble attempts casting impending doom.
However, while dreaming, Beth's mind filled with ideas and thoughts poured from Bad Dreams himself. He sent Ill Feelings, Fear of The Night, and Accuser's cousins to torment in rest. An invasion of what should be the promise of sound restful sleep, but in war, as it has been said, all is fair. And. Sleep, dreams and the promise of sleep can be robbed daily by The Spirit of Insomnia who empties out it's caravan, crawling creeping memories of past and new.
Elizabeth's dreams filled with Thomas who accuses her of leaving him. The waves, cries, pictures of mommies and daddy's and sadness of a forgotten childhood. Vivid faces of oddly familiar people flashed simultaneously with the bolts of lightening, and with the thunder thousands of distant voices screamed at her. Calling her names. "Idiot CHILD! Thomas is gone all because of YOU!" She did not move or flinch. "The oil is working," His Glove added.
"Yes, for right now. She will need more."
"Where will she get more?" Lovie asked Eleanor.
"From her own belief. It will increase or decrease. Either way, we are a prayer away."
The beasts continued with their cruel accusations in dreams.
"Ah, My goodness, she was only four." Eleanor defended Elizabeth from the Accuser and his entourage, Anger, Hatred and Unforgiveness.
Self Loathing sent it's share of memories laced in daggers of self accusation and blame. "Look at you! So what if you're only four!" Mocking a little child. "You're an adult now and what do you have to say for you? Oh, you had the comfort of you mummy and daddy who erased your memories! Stupid girl! Too bad. The memories are coming back! Now, it's time to pay with guilt and shame, remorse and depression, and lets see what else we can add on since you've lost years of penance. Brat! Thought you'd escape?" They laughed. "We got you finally. You'll pay now! Thomas will get his due justice!"
All night as the thunder rumbled and clashed against a tin roof and rains swept across the roof it seemed Elizabeth was unaware of the screaming and the voices. Eleanor told Lovie, " The oil has protected her."
"And The Trinity." said, His Glove.
"She has the weapons of warfare. Elizabeth is courageous."
"Yes, but without us, how will she do?"
"She will never be alone."
Then, Eleanor whispers in Elizabeth Catherine Dubois' ear, "You will never be alone. But you must ask. You will have not because you ask not. Never expect without asking. And most important, always be grateful... Always... Remember, He will never send more suffering and pain on you than you can physically or mentally take. Each lesson will get harder and harder, but he will not ever leave you and we are a prayer, a whisper, away. But, YOU MUST, call when you're in trouble. YOU MUST, ask. And, darling, unforgiveness of self or another is poison. It means to kill and is often successful. Always forgive yourself first so you might forgive others. And walk with your head held high with your heart braced with love and compassion for humans and animals. They are both gifts for our Father who art in Heaven. Goodbye Elizabeth Catherine Dubois. Goodbye for now. We will meet again. Do not fear. Your fairy God-mother will always be near." Eleanor wipes a tear from her eye. She says to His Glove, "She always believed, I am her fairy God-mother. She is my special child. Goodbye Beth."
The roaring weather stopped. Seeming, somewhere in Elizabeth's long term memories. She awakened on the floor of her library. She reached out for Lovie and looked for Eleanor. They were not there. Elizabeth Catherine Dubois was alone. They were not in sight nor was there any sounds from them. Eleanor's tote was gone. And, no sign of Lovie's food or water bowels. "Was this a dream? is anything real?"
Then swinging from around her neck, catching her eye, was the locket of Thomas. The inscription read, "Thomas loves Elizabeth. 1952." She noticed in the picture Thomas held a little black dog.
Author NotesElizabeth Catherine Dubois unknowingly centered between The Trinity now must fight the war. All her defenders now stymied and unable to help her, she intuitively awakens to the war being fought for her soul. She holds the gift from the third box. It is oil held in a Gothic Chrismal. She is uncertain how to use the oil with her faithful defenders immobilizers. She uses mental telepathy to understand, to hear and to know the artful escape for her life.
Often, the battle for life is learned in the wars and battles of everyday life. The over coming, the courage and faith to know, to discern, and to live is conquered in the battles fought daily.
A special thank you to Wolfdancer 13 for this picture named The Spirit Guardian which I thought best reminds me of a younger Eleanor. Definitely her spirit...
I dedicate this chapter to my sister Carol who is my champion. Thank you big sister.
When the book is finished I will release it for a rating, but now, I with hold numbers unless one has read the majority of the story.
The story moves in and out of tenses due to crossing spiritual planes and time. The characters are allegories and metaphors which hope to describe the spiritual warfare which is usually unseen. I hope... you enjoy...
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