~I arose at dawn and spent an hour or so with my various practices, this morning mostly pushing my personal limits--internal areas where hang-ups from my past still inhibited my full connection to the Force. A rigorous practice that made me grateful for the pot of tea, toasted bread and apple/nut salad I ate afterwards. After resting a bit, watching the rising sun streak golden threads across the landscape, I rose from my cusion on the stone patio I'd laid outside the front door and headed up to the Cave. Following the twisting walls to where they open before the dark, gaping maw of the Cave, I was stopped by...the laughter of children. This was also, I knew, a manifestation of the power of the Cave; one needed only to be in its proximity, not directly inside of it, to feel its effects.
~Gazing around me, I could almost see the small forms dashing about, laughing and yelling. Then one boy of about eight, a bit plump with tossled red hair, staired straight at me, threw out his right hand and I felt a mild Force Push sensation wash through me. I thanked the Cave and headed off toward the small town about six miles west of my location, leaving my cloak behind and donning a loose shirt the color of moss in place of the Jedi type tunic I'd grown accustomed to wearing from my years with Master Jinn. I had already taken to wearing baggy tan trousers over my leather boots, since as a follower of the Living Force there was certainly no ascribed 'uniform'.
~It didn't take long to make the trek to town; I visited the collective about once every few months for bulk supplies and knew my way around it. I knew that in the northeast corner there was a school for younglings and headed that way. There is great synchronisity about the Force and I was not surprised to find that I arrived just as the children were being released for one of their breaks from studies. A free time to run a bit wild, as we all need. Almost immediately I spotted the red haired boy, dashing with his friends to a grouping of metal exercise contraptions. Since there was a bench beneath a fan-branched tree nearby, I settled myself there behind the book I'd brought along to appear interested in studying more than other people's children. Then I observed--through all my senses--the interplay and flowing connections, the sudden focusing and releasing of energies, the web of the Living Force living out through these small bodies.
~The red haired boy seemed quite adebt at stalling and moving others with a Force Push feeling from his eyes or hand, sometimes the way he held his body. Never maliciously though and was ready to help others and share in the play. There was a small, pale girl who had nearly mastered the art of invisibility, muting and cloaking her energy output until even I lost track of her at times. One boy, whipish with shaggy black hair, seemingly mild but with a dark core I could feel like a vortex that sucked other's energy, had developed the will to draw others to him, to get them to surrender something of their own wills to him and do his--thankfully--limited bidding. I wondered how his society would deal with him when he grew in years and the power of his will. Had they an understanding of this and how to work with it in a positive way? I feared from my own experiences here so long ago that not much had changed in society's views of the workings of the Force and the energies that were used almost constantly but with so little understanding, control, sense of balance or personal responsibility.
~It was all here, manifesting at its simplest level on this playgroung. It was rare that any of these abilities developed passed this basic level, the adults no more evolved than their children. This was the level that the smallest younglings were practicing at in the Jedi Temple when I'd been there. Moving on rapidly, of course, under the guidance of their masters to the full blossoming of Force abilities and powers. I knew that with the right tutelage these children had equal potential; most of it would lie dormant, some would spike naturally and they, too, might find themselves in an institution such as I did. Some, like the power hungry black haired boy, just might develope enough being driven by their focused, compulsive need and be a real threat to their society. I shivered slightly in the shade of the tree.
~Then I saw the dark boy, with his followers, say something to the red haired boy...who threw out his hand and not only stoped the dark advance but sent him back a step. I could feel the clash of wills, the point where positive and negative met. What is misunderstoood about this point is that they do not battle, as most perceive it, but the fury of energy is from their trying to blend as the pure energies they are while being kept from this by the intention and altered aspects created by those who manifest them. And just like that, it was over...for now. The Great Dance through all the Universe. I left them there, having much to consider on the long walk home; picked up a few supplies and returned to the desert.
Aiki
~Gazing around me, I could almost see the small forms dashing about, laughing and yelling. Then one boy of about eight, a bit plump with tossled red hair, staired straight at me, threw out his right hand and I felt a mild Force Push sensation wash through me. I thanked the Cave and headed off toward the small town about six miles west of my location, leaving my cloak behind and donning a loose shirt the color of moss in place of the Jedi type tunic I'd grown accustomed to wearing from my years with Master Jinn. I had already taken to wearing baggy tan trousers over my leather boots, since as a follower of the Living Force there was certainly no ascribed 'uniform'.
~It didn't take long to make the trek to town; I visited the collective about once every few months for bulk supplies and knew my way around it. I knew that in the northeast corner there was a school for younglings and headed that way. There is great synchronisity about the Force and I was not surprised to find that I arrived just as the children were being released for one of their breaks from studies. A free time to run a bit wild, as we all need. Almost immediately I spotted the red haired boy, dashing with his friends to a grouping of metal exercise contraptions. Since there was a bench beneath a fan-branched tree nearby, I settled myself there behind the book I'd brought along to appear interested in studying more than other people's children. Then I observed--through all my senses--the interplay and flowing connections, the sudden focusing and releasing of energies, the web of the Living Force living out through these small bodies.
~The red haired boy seemed quite adebt at stalling and moving others with a Force Push feeling from his eyes or hand, sometimes the way he held his body. Never maliciously though and was ready to help others and share in the play. There was a small, pale girl who had nearly mastered the art of invisibility, muting and cloaking her energy output until even I lost track of her at times. One boy, whipish with shaggy black hair, seemingly mild but with a dark core I could feel like a vortex that sucked other's energy, had developed the will to draw others to him, to get them to surrender something of their own wills to him and do his--thankfully--limited bidding. I wondered how his society would deal with him when he grew in years and the power of his will. Had they an understanding of this and how to work with it in a positive way? I feared from my own experiences here so long ago that not much had changed in society's views of the workings of the Force and the energies that were used almost constantly but with so little understanding, control, sense of balance or personal responsibility.
~It was all here, manifesting at its simplest level on this playgroung. It was rare that any of these abilities developed passed this basic level, the adults no more evolved than their children. This was the level that the smallest younglings were practicing at in the Jedi Temple when I'd been there. Moving on rapidly, of course, under the guidance of their masters to the full blossoming of Force abilities and powers. I knew that with the right tutelage these children had equal potential; most of it would lie dormant, some would spike naturally and they, too, might find themselves in an institution such as I did. Some, like the power hungry black haired boy, just might develope enough being driven by their focused, compulsive need and be a real threat to their society. I shivered slightly in the shade of the tree.
~Then I saw the dark boy, with his followers, say something to the red haired boy...who threw out his hand and not only stoped the dark advance but sent him back a step. I could feel the clash of wills, the point where positive and negative met. What is misunderstoood about this point is that they do not battle, as most perceive it, but the fury of energy is from their trying to blend as the pure energies they are while being kept from this by the intention and altered aspects created by those who manifest them. And just like that, it was over...for now. The Great Dance through all the Universe. I left them there, having much to consider on the long walk home; picked up a few supplies and returned to the desert.
Aiki
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