her Fulu fooled him

 

                              Whas this baby  he held a receiptsized slip of paper out to her

she didnt take it from his hand

                                  I don’t know – she smileddimples huge  he was jealous of her dimples – what is that?

he returned her mischievous smile they shared a long history of speaking in smiles  Youah yare not trying to bewitch me  areya

Oh come on, Dad, I don’t think there’s a soul who believes they could bewitch you. Your amour, like your unbendy body and joints would scarcely allow any mystical purchase or penetration.

Yaint talkinbout my anus

her smile grew exponentially then twistedqueer  it looked painful 

                                                                     Ouch he said

Only looks painful, Dad; no, I wasn’t talking about your anus. There are many accesses or avenues that can be used.

Good Im happy about that because theres others I can think of who Id rather discuss my anus with than my daughter

You’re welcome . . moving along.

Yes  Lets

What do you have there?

You pleading ignorance

No. I’m not ignorant, I recall, I just haven’t seen it since you moved . . well, moved me to seek to protect you, create it. 

I haven’t made many talismans, and when I made this one my concern was for your health; I remember, but I don’t remember exactly, and what symbols I’ve used and thoughts I’ve had have evolved. Then I was impressionable, and somewhat naïve.

Naiveté isnt a word I would ever use to describe you Aniela Perhaps innocent as innocence is and then learns and becomes stronger fortifies itself  But you were never a babe in the woods you came into this world with your tabula rasa scribbled all over . . an old soul as your mother and grandmothers saw and said

I wouldnt know

she took the talisman from his hand

she chuckled a bit as she looked at it as if it tickled her palmtickled her memory

Yes. I remember making it. 

                             I copied the front from a health script I found in one of my books before I came to visit; you can see it is rigid, severe, prosaic. Turning it you can see the script on the reverse side, my script, is playful, generous, spontaneous. You can also see I loosely drew a couple symbols from the face and at the bottom had the eternities facing each other whereas the two on the front faced left, left being your power, your brain and being’s creativity.

I did see

I can’t say exactly, Dad, right now, off the top of my head, but I sought to intuit for you, help you manifest your strength and goodness against whatever it was you were struggling against, since we’ll never know because you refused the specialist's diagno . .

. . He didnt know shithe couldnt know  He was unwilling to listen to me to hear me and created a fiction to determine a course of action that likely hes repeated a thousand times over his career  because one thousand people are exactly alike

He wasnt a scientist

He was a pill pusher

My complaint waswasnt pain  only  discomfort

 

Aniela listened

You’re a funny guy, Dad. Other people’s pain is your discomfort.

Listen to you preaching to the choir 

                                      Yare a lot like me

Nobody’s like you, Dad; I wish I was.

she handed the talisman back to him 

                                        When I left it I was pretty sure you might ditch it.

No It was apparent an honest as you always have been I figured sooner or later wed have this moment

Whas it called love

It's called Fulu. Daoist magic writing, magic characters, figures.

 

I like that Fulu 

                 I healed up  Thank you lovethank you Aniela for your powerful healing thoughts and love 

I love you so much, Dadu.

You nut

they hugged their long loving embrace shaken with laughter 

                                                                 Shaken, not stirred.  

2037,  Saturday,  3  10. 20

1211,  Monday,  5  10. 20

Brian Hyland  Gypsy Woman  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yDmOP2KI90