I am meeting with Norma Delaney for the first time. Opening the door, she smiles and invites me in. Scanning her appearance, I examine everything, from the color of her pants and blouse, to the jewelry that adorns her neck, wrists, ears, and fingers. I am a human computer, memorizing everything for future reference. But there is something beyond the physical that intrigues me. Her eyes emanate a life of their own. They invite me to trust, just by looking into them. Her whole being radiates an energy that I find comforting.

Following her into the living room, I stop and turn around me in amazement. Tall fichus trees stand on either side of the room, with twinkling white lights interwoven between their branches. Plants in various stages of bloom are growing everywhere. The sound of a bubbling water fountain and the tinkling of a wind chime, add the final touches to a room that is purely magical.

Smiling warmly at me, Norma pats the couch, inviting me to take a seat next to her. Shaking my head no, I sit down on the floor with my back against the wall. Unfortunately, that doesn’t help to control my anxiety. Internally, many voices are speaking.

Will she like me?

Is she safe?

She’s so beautiful!

Don’t say anything. See what she does first.

My hands fidget nervously; my breathing is fast and shallow.  

Norma speaks quietly; she asks me what I would like to accomplish.

With a switch and a rush of words, someone cries, “I need to get my sons back! I have been in and out of the hospital since 1993. It was supposed to be a twenty-eight day program …” Abruptly, the body transforms, as Roberta defiantly states, “I know they think I’m a multiple personality, but they’re wrong! I need to get stable, so I can get my boys back …”

Without as much as a hiccup, the head straightens, and an angry, high-pitched voice demands, “What are your credentials? Have you ever worked with a multiple before? My name is Charlotte. I don’t want to work with anyone, unless they know what they’re doing.”

Before Norma can reply, Roberta is back, and without a pause, she implores, “I have to get my sons back, can you help me?”

Before Norma utters a word, Roberta is gone again.

There are many that come. Most are unaware of the one that precedes them. Each one leaves before any kind of cohesive conversation is established. Finally, Daniel appears and speaks in a deep voice. “I am a protector. I am thirty-three years old, and I stand at 6’2” tall with blond hair and blue eyes. I know that I’m part of a system that lives in a female body, but it’s important that you see me for who I am. I’m here to help you with the children. They do not trust anyone, not even Doctor Barnes. I will do what I can to help. All you need to do is call my name, and I will come.” Without further ado, he leaves.

The body sits motionless. Moments pass in silence before I come forward. “I am Sebrina, the one who made the appointment with you. I’m sorry if the switching scared you, but I knew they were anxious to meet you, so I let them be first.”

 “I wasn’t afraid,” Norma acknowledges. “I was just listening.”

“Do you think you can help us?”

“I have seen movies about multiples,” Norma says, “but I’ve not studied or read any books on the subject.”

 “I understand that,” I interject. “That’s not what I want. I have worked with professionals for years, and we are no closer to being integrated. I need someone who works with the psychic and spiritual realm. We have so many parts of our memory dealing with unusual things that I don’t know what to believe anymore. Do you think you can help us?”

Norma’s face is aglow with love as she responds. “I work with compassionate energy that seems to know how to do things beyond what the human part of me knows. I call it Spirit, or the psychic realm. I have been working in that medium for many years. I truly believe there is no illness that Spirit can’t assist a person in healing.”

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