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While here, one was engulfed, dwarfed, overwhelmed by a world that was not just a question with answers, but was the question itself-felt, imbibed, alive, spread out beneath the sun and soon shattered among the sands, only to begin again and again, as if by being repeated thousands upon thousands of times the question itself acquired a power of its own and a presence of fire that was the Answer.
-Satprem, Resistance secret archives
Everything had gone rather spectacularly to sheol. It was a swirling hurricane and she was expected to be the eye. The mission, the many dangerous people she was expected to monitor, Tess, Ghanima, Duncan and the future of the Sisterhood, the worms in the desert habitat, endlessly dreaming, their need for a new home, managing and collecting the Spice that let the station teleport, finding the inevitable spies, keeping Luke's father under control...Luke...He hadn't been able to handle...
She needed to center herself and get a larger perspective on events. She cordoned off the white room for her own use and sat in the lotus position in the center. From her pocket, she removed a vial of Spice. She opened it...the scent was bitter but also of home.
After she downed it, she realized that she was engaging in an act that could lead to prophecy. Damn you, Leto! I'm not taking up your burden! But as the Spice spread through her system, she knew it was too late for protestations.
She began to feel the familiar sense of dislocation. It was an ungluing in time. She was swept up into great events like one caught in a sandslide. She found herself in the darkness of futuretime, as the wakes of these events clashed and circled each other, like huge predators in the deep sea. She saw innumerable demagogues emerging from the Fay'lia conflict, dragging the multiverse into ever larger jihads. One of those potential demagogues was herself...She saw Hadrian's Wall, the ruins of a Roman fort being picked over by small, silver skinned people...
No! If I look too closely... She called on Other-Memory to keep her from doing so. Her own mother, long dead, kept her from seeing too many things and thus creating the worst of the possible futures.
Still not looking too closely, she saw the Light and Dark sides of the Je'dai's 'Force', swirling in on each other. Felt Order and Chaos as a parralel axis to the conflict.
Even great forces can be as immature as bickering children. Was the thought that occured to the Reverend Mother.
She felt herself reach out to hold this titanic conflict between her hands, tenderly as a mother would her baby. The resolution of it pushed forward from her inner self like Athena pounding at Zeus's head. She felt herself just on the cusp of it...She remembered her lessons...Both what Darwi and Luke had taught her...Opened herself up and...
Pain!
It was a blinding, tearing, wrongness. She screamed and clutched the side of her head on the floor. She forced herself to stop, cursing and moaning in her native tongue.
A few feet away, her babel fish flopped about. Its eyes were blue within blue.
[OOC: Log is open, but try to keep it all to one thread please Alright, feel free to visit her in the infirmary now]
-Satprem, Resistance secret archives
Everything had gone rather spectacularly to sheol. It was a swirling hurricane and she was expected to be the eye. The mission, the many dangerous people she was expected to monitor, Tess, Ghanima, Duncan and the future of the Sisterhood, the worms in the desert habitat, endlessly dreaming, their need for a new home, managing and collecting the Spice that let the station teleport, finding the inevitable spies, keeping Luke's father under control...Luke...He hadn't been able to handle...
She needed to center herself and get a larger perspective on events. She cordoned off the white room for her own use and sat in the lotus position in the center. From her pocket, she removed a vial of Spice. She opened it...the scent was bitter but also of home.
After she downed it, she realized that she was engaging in an act that could lead to prophecy. Damn you, Leto! I'm not taking up your burden! But as the Spice spread through her system, she knew it was too late for protestations.
She began to feel the familiar sense of dislocation. It was an ungluing in time. She was swept up into great events like one caught in a sandslide. She found herself in the darkness of futuretime, as the wakes of these events clashed and circled each other, like huge predators in the deep sea. She saw innumerable demagogues emerging from the Fay'lia conflict, dragging the multiverse into ever larger jihads. One of those potential demagogues was herself...She saw Hadrian's Wall, the ruins of a Roman fort being picked over by small, silver skinned people...
No! If I look too closely... She called on Other-Memory to keep her from doing so. Her own mother, long dead, kept her from seeing too many things and thus creating the worst of the possible futures.
Still not looking too closely, she saw the Light and Dark sides of the Je'dai's 'Force', swirling in on each other. Felt Order and Chaos as a parralel axis to the conflict.
Even great forces can be as immature as bickering children. Was the thought that occured to the Reverend Mother.
She felt herself reach out to hold this titanic conflict between her hands, tenderly as a mother would her baby. The resolution of it pushed forward from her inner self like Athena pounding at Zeus's head. She felt herself just on the cusp of it...She remembered her lessons...Both what Darwi and Luke had taught her...Opened herself up and...
Pain!
It was a blinding, tearing, wrongness. She screamed and clutched the side of her head on the floor. She forced herself to stop, cursing and moaning in her native tongue.
A few feet away, her babel fish flopped about. Its eyes were blue within blue.
[OOC: Log is open, but try to keep it all to one thread please Alright, feel free to visit her in the infirmary now]