{"id":188,"date":"2012-10-30T05:00:00","date_gmt":"2012-10-30T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/7d93b29e-4432-48a0-830d-fa301d6b1974"},"modified":"2012-10-30T05:00:00","modified_gmt":"2012-10-30T05:00:00","slug":"channels-a-ghost-story-in-five-parts-part-four","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=188","title":{"rendered":"Channels, A Ghost Story in Five Parts, Part Four"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Silence couldn’t help himself he rushed into the room pretending to dust things.  Tabby hissed him out.<\/font><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

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“But if you’re from the moon,” said Aloe, “how’d you end up here?  On earth I mean?” <\/font><\/p>\n

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“I wanted to come,” he said, “I wanted to come and Mother said I could.”<\/font><\/p>\n

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“Mother?” asked Aloe.<\/font><\/p>\n

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“His Mother\u2019s the Moon,” said the Lady. \u201cOops\u2026I should have let you answer that.  Sorry.\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n

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Ghost Boy smiled.<\/font><\/p>\n

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“But what about your\u2026your\u2026 earth mother?” asked the Lamp.<\/font><\/p>\n

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“She’s not my real mother.  She’s my guardian angel that Mother gave to me to help me on my journey. But then, when I died\u2026\u201d  He trailed off and Silence stepped in and put his arm around him. <\/font><\/p>\n

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\u201cNot yet,\u201d said Tabby, \u201clet him finish.\u201d  Silence grunted and stepped away.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\u201cI was nine years old when I caught a fever and died.  I didn\u2019t mean too.  Both mothers were sad.  You see, when I died, the chord that connected me with this world was cut, and when that chord was cut, I got separated from my guardian angel mother\u2026I couldn\u2019t find her, and I didn\u2019t know how to get back to Mother Moon\u2026so\u2026 so\u2026I\u2019ve been wandering the streets ever since.”<\/font><\/p>\n

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Ghost Boy couldn’t go on.  Silence stood next to him like a sentinel.  He cast a grave look of intensity and eternity around the room.  No one dared try and break him this time, not even Tabby.  <\/font><\/p>\n

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Tears were falling down Ghost Boy’s face.  Tabby locked eyes with Silence.  Silence wouldn’t budge.  “It’s alright,” Tabby thought to Silence, “The Lady has him.”  Silence looked down at Ghost Boy and then reluctantly left the room.<\/font><\/p>\n

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“You’re crying,” said Spider.<\/font><\/p>\n

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“So?” sniffled Ghost Boy.<\/font><\/p>\n

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“Nothing.  It’s OK to cry.  I just didn’t know ghosts cried.”<\/font><\/p>\n

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“That’s about all we do,” said Ghost Boy.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\u201cSo are you ready?\u201d said the Lady.<\/font><\/p>\n

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The Ghost Boy looked at her in the eyes for the first time.  His own eyes filled with tears.  \u201cYes,\u201d he said.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\u201cGood,\u201d she said and the Ghost Boy could see she had tears in her eyes as well. <\/font><\/p>\n

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She got up and said the Piano, \u201cExplain what\u2019s going to happen, I need to get something.\u201d  And she left the room.  <\/font><\/p>\n

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“You were right when you said a chord was cut the day you died,\u201d began the Piano, \u201cbut there’s another chord that can never be cut.”<\/font><\/p>\n

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“Another chord?” said Ghost Boy<\/font><\/p>\n

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“The one connecting you and Mother Moon.”<\/font><\/p>\n

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“But–“<\/font><\/p>\n

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“Listen.  Not all chords can be cut, but some can be lost or forgotten, or worse–ignored.  Deep inside you know this.  A chord of true music, like the love between a parent and child, echoes and travels forever and ever and ever–\u201d    <\/font><\/p>\n

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\u201cAmen, added the Ceiling.”<\/font><\/p>\n

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\u201cAmen,\u201d echoed the Lamp.<\/font><\/p>\n

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“I don’t remember forgetting any chord,” said the Ghost Boy.<\/font><\/p>\n

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“Nobody does until they hear it again.  All the sudden they remember.  It sounds familiar and then they either pursue the chord or let it go by.  You recognized something familiar in the music the Lady channeled and you chose to pursue it or else you wouldn’t have come.”<\/font><\/p>\n

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“What do I do now?”<\/font><\/p>\n

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“Music is like Light and Love\u201d said the Piano, \u201cit’s for sharing.  When you died you assumed you had nothing left to share, so you became a ghost.  But you do have something to share.”<\/font><\/p>\n

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“What do I have to share?”<\/font><\/p>\n

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“You listen child, that is your gift.  You are a good listener.  Most dead people, like most living people, rarely actually listen.  The dead are always crying out to live again.  Living people do this to, by the way–always clambering for someday.  But you listen, and when you listen, you are sharing yourself.  You are giving the Lady and me a great gift.”<\/font><\/p>\n

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\u201cSo what do I do?  Just listen?\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n

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“Exactly,\u201d said the Piano, \u201cyou listened when you first heard Our Lady\u2019s music and wondered where it was coming from and where it would lead you.  And here you are.  When she comes back to play, just listen and gradually begin to wonder where the music will lead.  Imagine your Mother Moon and just listen.  The music will do the work.  You listen.\u201d  <\/font><\/p>\n

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Ghost Boy was crying again.  He wanted to hug the Piano, but how do you hug a piano?  He tried.  He bent over and grasped as much of that old upright as he could.  He kissed it and more tears fell, trickling between the keys and right down into the Piano’s heart.<\/p>\n

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Copyright Joseph Anthony of the Wonder Child Blog<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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