A Merliz Tale - Spirit

Merliz had been gone for three score years.  When she re-entered her body this time she was much saddened by the extent to which it had not been cared for.  One of the risks of journeying was leaving her core host without influence.  She had left a pure young frame, one untainted by abuse.  She had now returned to a sad thin frame, bent with age with only a small unsteady flicker of light within.

Rather than waste time on judgment, her first thought was to rest for a night so that she could gather the strength she would need to rekindle the mind, body, and spirit  She knew it would take all of her persuasive skills to even get the attention of the tired, abusive, soul.  Only then could she begin the long path of healing that would ultimately bring it peace.

MIND

To begin with, she would need to sit quietly within the mind of the being and listen.  It did not take long for Merliz to hear the turmoil that existed.  She could feel that the dark thoughts were beginning to preside more dominantly, and the "willpower" to survive had been almost completely vanquished.  And Selfishness, without care of consequences, stood defiant.  These negative elements had sensed the intrusion of her presence within their domain.

The hours had passed and once she had heard enough, she slipped into a kneeling position with head bent and hands clasped.  The dark ones had expected her to rise up to face them, with hard-staring eyes.  That would have been entirely too dramatic.  Lifting her head slightly Merliz looked up and quietly whispered "I come to claim her back".

  

BODY

Clearly, the body had endured years of work, with little attention to health.  Merliz sensed that the lungs were tainted and the liver had been abused.  The slight frame showed signs of wear, and the back was crumbling.  The heartbeat was strong for the two children she had born, a brother, and her familiars.  There was a clear desire to heal .. the body was willing but the mind was weak.

SPIRIT

The Spirit was indeed vibrant, and as such hope for overall recovery would be easier.  The healing of a resistant Mind and Body depended upon the persuasive art of the Curer.  Whereas, the Spirit was wholly dependent upon the person's intense desire to live and be remembered as deservedly treasured.