"Peter, Peter, these things have a way of working out. Simply find Death and you will know where to send the young woman."
Himself wasd in a great mood having won an arguement with Herself about whether any new animals needed to be discovered on earth. He just loved to create and every once in a whle he threw a new species at his humans just to see the delight on their faces when they "discovered" it. Herself didnt appreciate it, as Her job became more complicated with each new creation. After all she was the care taker of the earth and it was up to Herself to keep the life going that Himself decided on a whim to create. Herself's job was infinitly more demanding, and for this reason she kept a tight rein on his creativity.
Peter was flabberghasted. Never had he remembered Himself putting this much responsibility on Peters shoulders. He usually came down on his creations of humans like a wrath. A lightening show, a earthquake or two. but of course this was not a humans fault. Itr was an angels. Well Peter would show Himself a few tricks or two. He simply would not chase all over eternity for Death. Death would have to come to him, begging to know what Himself had decided.
Marrisa found her brother in his living room feet propped up, a beer in hand, TV blaring. At first she just stood behind him watching the drival showing on the tube. How in the world she had ever thought TV was entertaining was beyound her. Scanning the room she searched for simple objects that she could practice with, before she actually tried to do something to him. Paul was always making fun of her as a child, pushing her around,m taking her toys and general being a pest of a big brother. She spied a clothes basket in the corner of the room. there were socks on top. That seemed easy enought to begin practicing on. After all, socks were pretty light when they were dry. Hovering over the basket, she needed to decide how to begin. She had no real body to speak of, so she couldnt see just reaching out with non existant hands to pluck a sock up, and yet, ghosts did it all the time.
Maybe it was just a matter of will like taveling was. Marissa thought about the socks, she pictured the socks floating in the air. at first there was just a wobble, then a wiggle, and then finally she was rewarded with a shake or two. Now she needed to imagine the socks floating in the air, toward her brother. that didnt work, the sock just hung there shaking. thinking about it some more, she realized that what made it work was that she had willed the sock in the air, so she tried that. Willing the sock to hover over her brothers head.......and it worked. She ahd the hang of it now. Willing the sock lower until it tickled her brothers hair, he reached up annoyed and grabbed the sock without regard as that had really happened. She returned her attention to the clothes basket and willed all the socks to travel out, and hang in front of his face. this produced results!!!! Her brother Paul jumped off the couch , cussing and began battling at the socks. As they floated away from him like balloons, she forced her will on them and put them back in fron of him as he stared open mouthed. then he did the most curious thing!! he made the sign of the cross and loudly shouted " BE GONE". The socks dropped like rocks, he looked at the socks, looked at how many beers he had drank and hit the floor on his knees like when they were children.
" please God or whoever, keep anything away from me, ok. Oh and Amen.. With that done he crawled in bed.
Never in a million years had she expected this response. She willed the socks up, and found she couldnt lift a single one. Her brother had effectively shut her down with his little prayer. And of course Marrisa learned something new. Faith could be redeemed at any time in a person life. A simple heartfelt prayer was all it took. Sighing the sigh of a lost soul, she willed herself back to her apartment, where a beehive of activity was happening. An ambulance, medics, fire trucks, and police. Someone had found her body. More than likely her pesky ex. She watched as they loaded her body into the baack of the ambulance and whisked it away. She didnt even rate a siren, cause she was already gone.She followed along to the county hospital and floated by as they took her to the morgue.
Marrisa heard snatches of conversation beween the senders and the recievers of her body. Phrases like " another one huh?", " dead when we got there", " a real looker,wonder what her problem was?"
They stripped her body, and even though she knew she was not in her shell any longer, it still embarrassed her, well as much as a lost soul can be embarrassed anyway. they tossed her roughly onto a gurney, pulled a sheet over her head, one of the assistants saying they count cut her until next of kin was notified.
"What could I have been thinking of, slitting my wrists over a jerk of a boyfriend, and now I cant even go onto whatever I need to do to get into heaven." Can a lost soul be embarrassed and sorry?She decided they could. Awareness of her surroundings reminded her that at hospitals people died all the time, surely Death would be making an appearance here soon enough, wouldnt he?
