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The Empress

Allan Onik

    The answering machine started. “Hey its Don, leave a message after the beep,” it said.
    “I took the test today,” Katie said into her cell phone, “we’re going to have a child! I’m a little scared. Call me back.” When she hung up the phone she bit the nail on the tip of her pinky finger.

    Katie walked the city park. It was a sunny day, and warm—Katie had to squint to see. She saw a little boy playing with a collection of red balloons next to his mother, and a little girl playing hopscotch. A fountain shot water into the air in synchronous bursts, and a clown juggled vegetables. Amidst the light, noise, and bustle of the park something caught Katie’s eye. A wagon stood in the corner of the grounds.

    “Katie. I knew you would come. I can see everyone that’s coming years before they come in. That’s how it works you know. For me at least. All of us are different. And some of us are fakes. Though I can assure you I’m not.”
    “So you’re a psychic?” Katie asked as she scanned the inside of the wagon. Katie noted the blue light, and though she tried she couldn’t pin down its source.
    “I have been given a gift by The Creator, yes. To help people. People like you Katie. People who are at an intersection in roads, or need some guidance. I aid people through times The Creator has placed on them like an imprint in the mud. It may seem as if Time can erode this print—but the impact of the print can be sustained in different ways, like a duality. Take an hourglass—the sands will always flow. However, if you turn it in the proper fashion the sands will flow in a more positive progression. A duality can be read in many ways, and progressed in many ways. For instance, I could place my palm on your head, or flip over a card from my Tarot deck, or use simple intuition.”
    “You already know things about me?”
    “I know that you will soon be a mother. That this will place a burden on your life. But at the same time you will be filled with bliss at the new life you have created, for The Creator has meant for you to have this life even if the life is hard.” The oracle shuffled her Tarot deck, and flipped over the top card.
    “The Empress,” Katie said when saw the card.
    “Yes,” The seer said, “it is the card for you. Your card for this intersection in roads. For your life at this time, how the cosmos speaks to you. Place your palm out Katie, there is something I must show you.”
    Katie extended her hand. The oracle grabbed it.

    Katie looked around her. The sky was an azure blue. The grass was green and rich. Soft wind tattered her hair. You see Katie you are free here. Katie walked and breathed the fresh, crisp air. You are free because your love sets you free, and you protect that which you love, and that which you create. I love you, just as I love all in the cosmos. Just as you will love the life inside you. Katie walked to a large, gnarled tree. It stood alone in the vast space of grass, its roots stretching strong and sinking deep into the rich soil. Its branches were long and strong and bore thick, sparkling leaves. Katie extended her hand. She touched the tree and was hit by an intense, bright, warm light.

    Katie opened her eyes. “Where was I?”
    The psychic countered, “Nowhere and everywhere, Katie. You were inside yourself. And now you must go home. But just remember—someday you can go back. It is a natural place, composed of Love. The very same Love you will have for your child.”

    When Katie exited the park she took one last look behind her shoulder. “Mommy, do you want to go home?” A little boy asked his mother. Katie could see the two from a distance. The boy was holding a toy truck.
    “Of course sweetie,” his mother answered. She put him in his Radio Flyer Wagon.
    “I love you mommy,” the child said.
    “And I love you.”

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