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He knew what he had to do that morning. He had to return to the library. Not to do his regular work organizing information; though, he supposed he could rectify whatever info he found here about his latest self-assigned assignment, or was he to say, the lore he found about his latest excursion. Local myths, mostly, but interesting nonetheless. Nothing conventional sayings didn’t get covered, but their origins could be entwined somehow.
But he digress, he got lost in his chain of thought again. He meant to focus on re-learning everything he thought he knew. It had been a great many years since this one finished his youngling training and was officially a Padawan, despite all the years of work in the archives. He had to get out there again, reconnect to Mother’s love. Something was calling him and he needed to find his answer; but first, ready oneself. Nothing could be gained from rushing into whatever called oh so far away, and as such, he would do something about it. In the archives, it was actually only the beginni—
There he was again. He noticed he had slipped from a meditation into a sitting down brain storming. This had not happened in a while. It was a sudden change, to go from the usual worrying into feeling alive. The grip of fear seemed to be off, for now. Yes, maybe it was that. He was no longer worrying about the war. He was worrying about doing something about it! Yes! Finally! Worrying was such a miss use of imagination. He should train himself not to worry. Yes. A note in his datapad should suffice, now was not the appropriate time to train that, now was time to live the moment. It was later that he’d need a little reminder, an incentive to imprint it onto his brain.
For someone who was sluggish of movement, his brain was fast, a bright contrast of highly conductive neurons that tended to be all over, lacking a tiny bit of focus to operate properly. Unless he was reading. Then the world would disappear and he would be free to be interpreting what he read, and it was up to him to keep his mind sharp. Most articles were pretty clear, but some practically lead you into wonderful visions of speculation were self-discovery was possible, if you had the right tools. He had them before but couldn’t find his focus. This was but a lesson; not to underestimate his lessons as a Jedi; for the first time it made sense. The sensation of being alive, even if Mother felt so far away, so many light years away, in some distant galactic core. He couldn’t pin point it, only feel it. But her love was everywhere around him. It was impossible not to feel it when it made his very heart beat.
Too bad it didn’t make his brain this fast before. He was starting to like it, even if he was starting to feel dizzy.
Later that morning
After the morning meditation came the visit to the refresher, to help him start the day, followed by a long walk toward the temple’s library. As he walked in, he remembered the few times he had been here out of necessity; travelling to Tythos was quite a feat, since this one was not a particular lover of flying, and as such Tythos with its need of a particularly carefully set course and meditative transe in order to operate and navigate properly proved more of a challenge that this one liked to undertake. Too many close calls almost made him lose his cool. But navigating the library halls was far easier and much more intuitive to this one.
He picked Youngling guides to take back with him proper basis for his training session. He read through of them right there, and then let himself wander, aimlessly at first, but building order in his search through a steady stream of chaos. Before he knew it the day had gone by and he simply read.
As the night began to come, he decided to take a walk. Not through the corridors this time around, but onto the actual road, leading out of the temple and into a settlement. However, he would not walk all the two days on foot to the settlement; instead he’d walk all night up until a wide curve that had a clearing, leading to a forest. With him he brought a small backpack with water and a few protein bars, just in case. His datapad and a couple of holocrons could be found inside as well. He would take his sweet time.
By the time he reached the curve, the sky was growing lighter, but there was no actual light as of yet. Far behind the clearing, the trees were nothing but a dark mantle stripped of all color against a brightening sky. Though he was used to walking, he had been walking for a few hours now, and he began to feel on the brink of exhaustion. He had stopped once or twice in order to recover, for he hadn’t had this much exercise in a while, and he hadn’t gotten any sleep. He had grown use to an increasingly sedentary life style in those archives. Now that he had another opportunity to rest, the Ithorian lay on the ground, belly down on the grass, stretching his amphibious head forth and laying it on the rest, his mouths being graced by the blades of grass. He took deep breaths, letting the cool grass scent fill his lungs. Now that his body began relaxing and the exhaustion travelled every fiber of his being, he let Mother’s love seep in, mixing in with the exhaustion and drenching his muscles in a soothing feeling of warmth.
This was one exercise he used to perform from time to time, but never had any real use to it; this time it was a different situation. He kept a slow exhaling, deep breathing pace, letting his consciousness slip and meld with his surroundings. The feeling of life around him was so comfortable. So peaceful. War? What war. There’s no war here. Only peace. Calm. Serenity. Healing.
He let his consciousness travel through his body, slowly down his neck, shoulder, torso, his arms and legs. All his muscles trembled lightly as relaxation sat in, but they were eased into a calm, stationary pulse, as Mother’s love started tending them back into health. It jogged the cellule’s memories to when they were healthy, and it sped them up in the process of finding throughout the body the right resources to rebuild the body. It was a rather simple process, but it was necessary time and training in order for the mind to be able to channel the love and make the body obey its will against it’s best knowledge or perceived ability. It was a matter of forgetting the body as a whole, but remember that a body was a multitude of molecules, individual cellules working together for a greater purpose. Once one remembered this, influencing them and direct them in a sped up healing process was easier; but it still required plenty training and dedication in order to establish a proper communication with a body. He was no adept when all he felt was tiredness and muscular destruction of a very basic level. What could he do in the middle of an hospital wing when someone was moaning out in a deep and excruciating pain? He still needed a lot of practice.
Baby steps; for now, healing the body would do so he could progress into the forest behind the clearing. The sun would be p by the time he got done, most likely, so for now he just enjoyed the pleasant feeling of ardor in his muscles as Mother’s love helped them rebuild, stronger and better than before, as norm.
But he digress, he got lost in his chain of thought again. He meant to focus on re-learning everything he thought he knew. It had been a great many years since this one finished his youngling training and was officially a Padawan, despite all the years of work in the archives. He had to get out there again, reconnect to Mother’s love. Something was calling him and he needed to find his answer; but first, ready oneself. Nothing could be gained from rushing into whatever called oh so far away, and as such, he would do something about it. In the archives, it was actually only the beginni—
There he was again. He noticed he had slipped from a meditation into a sitting down brain storming. This had not happened in a while. It was a sudden change, to go from the usual worrying into feeling alive. The grip of fear seemed to be off, for now. Yes, maybe it was that. He was no longer worrying about the war. He was worrying about doing something about it! Yes! Finally! Worrying was such a miss use of imagination. He should train himself not to worry. Yes. A note in his datapad should suffice, now was not the appropriate time to train that, now was time to live the moment. It was later that he’d need a little reminder, an incentive to imprint it onto his brain.
For someone who was sluggish of movement, his brain was fast, a bright contrast of highly conductive neurons that tended to be all over, lacking a tiny bit of focus to operate properly. Unless he was reading. Then the world would disappear and he would be free to be interpreting what he read, and it was up to him to keep his mind sharp. Most articles were pretty clear, but some practically lead you into wonderful visions of speculation were self-discovery was possible, if you had the right tools. He had them before but couldn’t find his focus. This was but a lesson; not to underestimate his lessons as a Jedi; for the first time it made sense. The sensation of being alive, even if Mother felt so far away, so many light years away, in some distant galactic core. He couldn’t pin point it, only feel it. But her love was everywhere around him. It was impossible not to feel it when it made his very heart beat.
Too bad it didn’t make his brain this fast before. He was starting to like it, even if he was starting to feel dizzy.
Later that morning
After the morning meditation came the visit to the refresher, to help him start the day, followed by a long walk toward the temple’s library. As he walked in, he remembered the few times he had been here out of necessity; travelling to Tythos was quite a feat, since this one was not a particular lover of flying, and as such Tythos with its need of a particularly carefully set course and meditative transe in order to operate and navigate properly proved more of a challenge that this one liked to undertake. Too many close calls almost made him lose his cool. But navigating the library halls was far easier and much more intuitive to this one.
He picked Youngling guides to take back with him proper basis for his training session. He read through of them right there, and then let himself wander, aimlessly at first, but building order in his search through a steady stream of chaos. Before he knew it the day had gone by and he simply read.
As the night began to come, he decided to take a walk. Not through the corridors this time around, but onto the actual road, leading out of the temple and into a settlement. However, he would not walk all the two days on foot to the settlement; instead he’d walk all night up until a wide curve that had a clearing, leading to a forest. With him he brought a small backpack with water and a few protein bars, just in case. His datapad and a couple of holocrons could be found inside as well. He would take his sweet time.
By the time he reached the curve, the sky was growing lighter, but there was no actual light as of yet. Far behind the clearing, the trees were nothing but a dark mantle stripped of all color against a brightening sky. Though he was used to walking, he had been walking for a few hours now, and he began to feel on the brink of exhaustion. He had stopped once or twice in order to recover, for he hadn’t had this much exercise in a while, and he hadn’t gotten any sleep. He had grown use to an increasingly sedentary life style in those archives. Now that he had another opportunity to rest, the Ithorian lay on the ground, belly down on the grass, stretching his amphibious head forth and laying it on the rest, his mouths being graced by the blades of grass. He took deep breaths, letting the cool grass scent fill his lungs. Now that his body began relaxing and the exhaustion travelled every fiber of his being, he let Mother’s love seep in, mixing in with the exhaustion and drenching his muscles in a soothing feeling of warmth.
This was one exercise he used to perform from time to time, but never had any real use to it; this time it was a different situation. He kept a slow exhaling, deep breathing pace, letting his consciousness slip and meld with his surroundings. The feeling of life around him was so comfortable. So peaceful. War? What war. There’s no war here. Only peace. Calm. Serenity. Healing.
He let his consciousness travel through his body, slowly down his neck, shoulder, torso, his arms and legs. All his muscles trembled lightly as relaxation sat in, but they were eased into a calm, stationary pulse, as Mother’s love started tending them back into health. It jogged the cellule’s memories to when they were healthy, and it sped them up in the process of finding throughout the body the right resources to rebuild the body. It was a rather simple process, but it was necessary time and training in order for the mind to be able to channel the love and make the body obey its will against it’s best knowledge or perceived ability. It was a matter of forgetting the body as a whole, but remember that a body was a multitude of molecules, individual cellules working together for a greater purpose. Once one remembered this, influencing them and direct them in a sped up healing process was easier; but it still required plenty training and dedication in order to establish a proper communication with a body. He was no adept when all he felt was tiredness and muscular destruction of a very basic level. What could he do in the middle of an hospital wing when someone was moaning out in a deep and excruciating pain? He still needed a lot of practice.
Baby steps; for now, healing the body would do so he could progress into the forest behind the clearing. The sun would be p by the time he got done, most likely, so for now he just enjoyed the pleasant feeling of ardor in his muscles as Mother’s love helped them rebuild, stronger and better than before, as norm.