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am.’ Regardless all energy is conscious whether or not it relates to itself
and thereby has the illusion of self-awareness.”
Ken sat back for support, still trembling.
“It actually isn’t all that hard to see energy all around you. It’s…semitransparent,
like glass under water. Changing your belief causes different
patterns of thought… different energy patterns, do you see? When I’m
really tuned in everything is vivid and brilliantly alive, and I often experience
sensory crossovers, like scents perceived as colors, or sounds perceived
as both aural and visual… It’s like one sense bubbles into the
others, kind of overflows because it’s so strong. The first warning I must
give you: decide who you share with carefully. Taking, like giving, is a
somewhat intimate process… Everything is a circle—you can’t really
invoke something on someone else without invoking it on yourself…
The more your energy interacts with another, the more their life is bound
up in your own, and vice versa, so watch it… I’m not sure why, these are
just the rules. You’ll get the hang of it—” Alexi coughed. “Like I said an
intent is not enough on its own; the force still requires a vehicle, a form,
a child of this will, in which it can manifest… You must make a vessel of
yourself, for this seed to grow.”
Ken nodded.
“I don’t completely understand it myself—I just know that I get
messages, from time to time, from elsewhere. Out of phase times or
beings. I see everything as a whole, the present fragment disappears. I
can’t explain it all right now. But you’re tired, we’ll talk in the morning.
Just keep one last thing in your mind, before you drift into sleep: every
event affects every other event and creates a sort of ripple that in the
end…changes everything. And events are manifest energy. All you have
to do is ride the wave, man. Uhm…you can just tell when you’re on the
beam. Well, good night.”
Once Ken had been situated, Alexi returned to his room. For over an
hour he sat unmoving, thinking.
Agent 139 looked over at Johny and smiled mischievously. They were
seated in Lenny’s, basking in the sickly glow of bright fluorescent bulbs.
The Agent tossed a coin up in the air and slammed it down on the table
suddenly, making Johny wince in surprise. “Only absolute chance is a
fair leader,” Agent 139 said to him. “Never forget that.” Jesus gave them
a discriminating look. He then looked down and checked his makeup in a
pocket mirror.
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