The Magical Tat of Pehr: Chapter 19

The asymmetrical composition of the aura was anomalous. Darkness intertwined with brilliant colors. However, at the forefront, it was beautiful and bright.

Maybe Cam had a connection to God recently. Is he trying to turn his life around?

“Hello Pehr, I was going to call on you this afternoon.” He said. I countered, “I hope that doesn’t mean a butt whooping. ” Blushing, Cam said. ” Aw naw, Pehr. I was coming to apologize. I….uh, I can’t speak for my brother, but I’m a changed man. I want to apologize for all the horrible things we, well mostly I did to you.”

My teeth clenched in the recollection of all those years of emotional and physical torment. A flash of bitterness, followed by a calm only achieved through God. If Jesus forgave his crucifiers, I can forgive Cam.

“Cam, I forgive you,” I said as I reached out to shake his hand.

For the first time since I’ve known him, I saw him smile genuinely.

“What brought on your change of heart, Cam?” I asked.

He said, “Pehr. Would you let me buy you a cup of coffee? I can meet you at the bakery after my haircut.”

I nodded in affirmation. then walked across the street to the bakery. Using the few minutes alone to pray for guidance.

Cam approached, took the hat from his shorn head then slid into the booth. He blew his steaming coffee, took a sip, then began his testimony. “I had bought flowers for Aunt Bess’ grave. As I approached the plot I saw two cranes posted on opposite ends of the gravestone. They remained still as I placed the flowers atop the stone. I sat on the bench beside her grave for over an hour. They didn’t budge. My Aunt Bess truly loved me and Devin. Before she passed she sat us both down and prayed. She wanted us to grow up with a strong belief in God. Well, we both let her down.

The emotions I felt sitting by her graveside brought me to my knees. I knelt by that bench and prayed. I prayed for forgiveness. I prayed he’d make a path for me. A way out of the life of hate. As I prayed the pair of cranes came over and stood, one on each side. A calm moved through me. I was a new man. God’s forgiveness made me feel free. But I knew I should apologize to those I hurt so many times.”

As he talked, tears rolled down his face. He spoke of how the cranes brought comfort. He’d tried to tell Devin about his spiritual conversion. He only laughed and taunted him.

“Cam, thank you for sharing your story with me. I’ll continue praying for you, and Devin.” I said as I got up to leave.

“You know, Pehr, you make me feel calm and at peace. Kinda like those ole cranes.” I smiled and walked out.

Yep, Orion and Rigel.

The Magical Tat of Pehr: Chapter 18

Today Meg was scheduled to be discharged. Her reaction to the news of Ted Bannon’s death was shock, then relief. She apologized for feeling at peace from the death of another. But I had seen the aura, and Ted was not God’s child. All I wanted to do for her now is provide comfort. Remove her unfounded guilt, for in my heart I knew God had taken out her demon.

Due to the new facts in her case, she would regain custody of Ian once she completed rehab for the forced drugs from the demonized biker.

Ted Bannon had dosed her on several occasions, raping her as well. Therapy was going to be available for her. My work here is not quite done. This is something I have to see to fruition.

Leaving the hospital, I prayed aloud for Meg, and Ian. A prayer for healing and a prayer she and Ian accept God.

As I was coming through Fairston, I saw one of the Thacker brother’s walking into the barber shop. I could only see his back but I recognized the build, and that cammo t shirt he’d worn for years. Rarely do you see one twin without the other. Was this a chance for confronting the past abuse?

I pulled into a parking space and waited for him to be placed in the chair.

Praying again, for wisdom to say the right things. Praying to find bright colors intermingled with what I already knew.

From my parking spot, I saw the barber escort him to a chair. As he took off his hat I saw his red tousled hair. Cam Thacker, it was. He was definitely the instigator of the two.

Walking in the shop, I said “Hello Cam”. An awkward situation, as the barber had buzzed off half his hair. Bolting out the door would be a tougher option. Most bullies are cowards, so I thought he might run He didn’t, though he said nothing. As our eyes met, his aura appeared. Praying in silence, “Lord God please provide devine intervention. Help me interpret what I see, Dear lord”.

The Magical Tat of Pehr: Chapter 17

In my dream, Mama Kate was there. Her silvery southern inflections still ringing in my consciousness.

As I sat on the edge of the bed I reflected on her spirit. In her earthly presence, she exemplified Christ. Displaying the fruitage of the spirit in every aspect of her life.

Every day I miss her. But what a gift from God to have her visit in my dreams. It was so real! In every sense, I was embodied by her presence.

When I thought about my recent scuffle with the biker dude, I imagined Mama Kate’s reaction. She would have laid hands on me to pray. “The Lord moves in mysterious ways.” she would say. “But dear lord protect my sweet boy!”

As I was stepping into the shower, my cell phone rang. Already wet, I let it go to voicemail.

This shower would be a quick one as anxiety began to nag me. Was it the hospital? Had something happened to Meg? It had been a week since I last saw Ian. Was he alright?

Getting out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around me. I stepped into the bedroom and hurridly grabbed my phone.

Opening my voicemail, I heard this message, “Hello Mr.Lucas- Pierce. This is Detective Laramie from Mobile County P.D.. Could you please come downtown. Ted Bannon was found dead in his cell. We just want to see if you have any information, or would accompany us when we question Meg. She trusts you. Thank you. Any questions, call me at the station. ”

“Dead?” I thought. “The devil doesn’t kill himself.!”

Scrambling for clean clothes, I grabbed my freshest previously worn pair of Khakis and a clean blue polo.

“I’m Pehr Lucas-Pierce. I’m here to see Detective Laramie.” I said to the desk clerk. “Have a seat. I’ll notify him that you’re here,” she replied.

Detective Laramie walked out and escorted me to his office. Once there, I poured on the questions., “How did he die? Does Meg know? Did he hang himself?”

“He had a poorly wrapped bag of his preferred dope shoved up his rectum. He died of an overdose. I think the lab will determine it to be heroin and fentanyl. I haven’t told Meg. I’d like to go see her, with you, after our chat.” He answered.

“Why would he hide it when a needle full was taken from him?” I wondered.

“Cameras revealed he went straight to the men’s room after entering the hospital. A syringe cap was found on the floor. That is apparently where he prepared the drugs to inject in Meg. He was careless in wrapping the second dose, then crammed it hastily back into, ahhem, his rear compartment. ” the detective explained.

He was seizing when found, but never recovered.

This was a lot to take in. In a way, poetic justice had been served.

The Magical Tat of Pehr: Chapter 16

Frantically my eyes scanned for the door to the stairs. Adrenaline pumping, I leapt up each flight, as if I could fly. When I reached the third floor I burst through the door and ran down the long hall. The guard was talking to someone at Meg’s door. As I approached, a dark and nasty aura arose above the person engaging the security guard. The situation was escalating. The louder, and more belligerent this individual became, the more putrid the colors above.

Standing only ten feet away I saw the biker with flowers in one hand, helmet in the other. He told the guard he was going in, the easy way or the hard way.

I stepped around the corner and asked one of the nurses to call for back up.

As I returned, this evil man had thrown the flowers and helmet down. He was trying to overpower the guard. I prayed for God’s help. Then jumped in the skirmish.

Meg was crying. “Don’t let him in!” Her sobbing and screaming echoing in the corridor.

I grabbed his arms from behind and held tight. The guard was able to cuff him though he fought aggressively. The backup arrived and took the offender into custody.

I asked if I could talk to Meg. Who was still wailing and rocking to and fro on her bed. The guard walked me in.

Meg stopped rocking and wiped away her tears. She looked at me and asked, ” How’s Ian, is he alright? Aren’t you that guy? The one claiming to be his protector? You have to keep him away! He put those needles in my arm! Please don’t let him near Ian!”

“It is all going to be fine. He’s in jail now. Calm down, Meg. I will see justice is served for you, and Ian. Were you drugged against your will?”

“Your name is Pehr, like a pear?”

I nodded in affirmation.

“He found us. I dont know how, but he did. I was clean two years. All I thought about was Ian! Then he barges in saying I’m still just a junkie hooker nobody will ever want. He said I’d come crawling back. But no! I don’t want that life. I’m Ian’s mom. That’s what I want.” She said, still blubbering.

“Don’t worry; Meg;” I said. “Do you believe in God?”

“She said, ” I want to. I really want to.”

“Pray, Meg. God is real” I said, then turned and left.

On the way out I was stopped by the guard. He said, ” His name is Paul Bannon. He had a needle with heroin laced with fentanyl in his vest pocket Of course the lab will have to verify. I’m pretty sure this guy has some serious charges against him.”

I sighed in relief. Thank you lord!

Life is but a Whisper

Cold water creeks

Smooth mossy rocks

Breezes blew

Suns shone

Moons glowed

Childhood Evanesced

Sea salt air

Cresting Waves

Sangria in a chalice

Breezes Blew

Suns Shone

Moons glowed

Adulthood Evanesced

Flowers Blooming

Shady Trees

Lazy Country Mornings

Breezes Blew

Suns shone

Moons glowed

Old Age Evanesced

Holy Angels

Long lost Loves

Elation from on high

Heaven Gained Eternal

The Magical Tat of Pehr: Chapter 15

Ian seemed content to go with the Wilkens. Elle said she chose them for Ian as they were especially attentive to all their fosters. Troubled kids have thrived in their care. They also live close to Fairston. It will be easier to keep an eye on him.

Meg was heavy on my heart. So many things I need to know. Her colors are not of someone who would purposely neglect her child. She worked so hard to get Ian back. Something isn’t right.

As I was on my way to Providence, I passed her apartment building. Exiting the parking lot was a⁸ bearded rider on a Harley, wearing a black brain bucket.

I turned into the complex as J.B. was stepping out of his apartment. I’ll grill him on the biker dude.

“Hello J.B., Got a minute,”I said, hoping he had not yet made his daily jaunt to the liquor store. He seemed fine , at least he wasn’t staggering. “So. how are ya, buddy?” I said.

“I’m as good as can be spected.” He replied. “J.B. did you see the biker dude that had visited Meg? Was he just here?” J.B. looked at me seriously, then said, “That man ain’t no good! He gives me the heebie jeebies!”

“Did you talk to him? Did he say anything to you? I asked. J.B. sat down on a five gallon plastic bucket turned upside down, then gestured for me to take a seat on the foot stool. This was his makeshift porch furniture. As we sat in the entryway of his apartment, he vented, “I tell you, he ain’t no good! I stared into those devil eyes. I saw evil in thare. Been coming by the last few days ’bout this time. Gettin’ off that bike and stompin’ up those steps. Bangin’ on Meg’s door. Cussin’ and kickin’. He threw her flower pot over the balcony yesterday! Yep, he asked if I knew where Meg had gone. It went ‘gainst my better judgement, but I told him the ambulance took her away. That man can put a scare into folks.”

I thanked J.B. for the info, then headed to the hospital. J B. didn’t tell him which hospital. But I hope the officer guarding her today was attentive, and up to the challenge.

Suddenly a sense of urgency took over. I was driving fast, praying the entire way. I pulled into the first available space, got out and sprinted to the entrance. A tattooed man with flowers stepped into the elevator. I tried to catch the door before it closed. The stairs were my only option to stop this crazed man.