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GPFriday: Children of Legend Chapter #10: Alban Heruin — July 14, 2017

GPFriday: Children of Legend Chapter #10: Alban Heruin

Happy Friday, Happy summer

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Previous 5 Chapters

Chapter #5 Holistic and Connected

Chapter #6: Extending the senses

Chapter #7: Stairs of Rocks

Chapter 8 Spirit Sight

Chapter #9: Spirit Flight

Chapter #10: Alban Heruin


Red Feather Lakes, Colorado

June 20, 2020-CE


Angela was used to camping in Red Feather Lakes but it was the first Summer Solstice since her mother died. Her grandmother had a small camper trailer. Angela and her mother used to sleep in a tent to give the camping experience during their holy time a more rugged feel. While her grandmother packed the tent in the closet in the trailer but Angela did not feel like setting it up.

Angela crossed over to the back of the trailer to the generator. Her grandmother was meditating in the sun. She had brought a small marble slab and set up her altar on it. In the center of the altar was a knife. On the west end of the altar was a bowl of sand. On the east end was a candle which had been lit. On the north end was an incense burner with several sandalwood cones lit. On the south end was a bowl of salt water. Each station of the compass belonged to an element. Each element brought together the energies that her grandmother needed.

Angela could not meditate at the altar. Normally she could, but this was the first major holiday without her mother and her memories were distracting her from it. As soon as she placed her hand on the red generator at the back of the trailer she heard her grandmother call out, “Do not start that generator!”

“Grandma, I’m bored! What am I supposed to do?” Angela griped in response.

“You can get some firewood for tonight,” Her grandmother suggested, “you can read a book.”

“I finished the book I brought yesterday!” Angela sighed, “I don’t want to roam around with a saw and get firewood again! I got enough for a bon fire the day before, we haven’t used most of it yet!”

“You can write a book then, you can take a nap,” Her grandmother suggested in response.

“I’m not a baby,” Angela stated in response.

“No but you are a child.” Her grandmother commented.

“Maybe we should have taken other people with us. Someone who had other kids maybe? There isn’t anyone out here. I can’t hear anyone else around and the only other voice I can hear inside my head is you. You could have invited Sylvia and her family,” Angela stated as she leaned up against the side of the trailer.

“You think I didn’t want anyone else to come with us? I’m and old woman. I would have wanted you to have someone else to play with,” the elderly woman replied, “I did invite Sylvia, her husband, and her son to come with us but Sylvia and her husband had to work. Do you think you would have gotten along with a seven-year-old anyway?”

Angela shrugged, “It would have been better than doing nothing all day.”

“Give me an hour or two of meditation then we can go fishing,” Her grandmother suggested, “if we catch anything then we can use the guts as a sacrifice tonight.”

“Isn’t that kind of like cheating?”

“Do you want to go fishing or not?” Her grandmother asked in response.

“It’s better than nothing,” Angela nodded.

“Then don’t look a gift horse in the mouth!” her grandmother patronized then turned her attention back to the altar and closed her eyes.

“Not far from here is a clearing, perfect for a new trick,” Came a voice over the subtle warm breeze. Angela recognized the voice right away. It was Mentor. She glanced around but did not see the spirit there. She glanced to her grandmother and saw that her grandmother didn’t seem to hear the words of the spirit that was somewhere in the area.

She thought about replying to the spirit directly but thought against it. She was just old enough to know that speaking to the wind would generally be seen as a bad thing. She thought about something better which would also keep her grandmother from panicking, “Grandma, I am going to go to the clearing on the other side of the trailer. Come get me when you are ready.”

“That’s fine dear, don’t wander too far,” Her grandmother replied.

Angela strode off into the woods. The woods seemed to go on pretty deep for a moment then opened up into a sudden clearing. Angela glanced around in amazement. She didn’t know the place was so close to the camp ground they had been going to for so many years. Quietly, so her voice wouldn’t carry, she asked, “Where are you Mentor? I can’t see you.”

“I am around,” Mentor replied, “You don’t need to see me for this ritual.”

“What will I learn today?” Angela questioned.

“Assume the stance and close your eyes. Face south,” Mentor instructed.

Angela did as the spirit instructor requested. She faced the south and closed her eyes. She stood with her feet at shoulder distance apart and her hands at her side. Knowing that Mentor would instruct her to slow her breathing and start meditating she did her best to comply. It seemed easier, now that mentor was there instructing her. Her mind cleared itself as if wind had come to blow the cloud of thoughts away and her breathing slowed and steadied.

“A month ago, I taught you how to cleanse your Nwyfre through a Nwyfre cleansing ritual that you can do any time of year. I will teach you a Solar Nwyfre cleansing ritual. During Alban Heruin you can do this while the sun is out but most times of year you will have to face east and do this in the morning, before ten in the morning if possible.” Mentor explained, “on your next breath in, raise your hands into the air and on your next breath out push down with your hands and imagine that you are pushing the Nwyfre in your body out and to the ground, replacing it with energy from the sun.”

Angela did as she instructed. She took a slow and deep breath and raised her hands from her side to above her head. When her lungs were filled, she pushed down with her hands as she exhaled. She expected to feel something similar to what she felt when she made the breakthrough with Telluric Nwyfre cleansing; a clearing of thought and increased focus. All she got was nothing.

She repeated the process a few more times. At first, she made sure she did not rush the process as that would have gotten her nothing for her efforts. As the time progressed, she started to breathe faster and her movements lost sync with her breathing. She opened her eyes and sighed, “It’s not working! I don’t feel anything! It doesn’t feel at all like it did when I cleansed with Telluric Nwyfre!”

“It’s not supposed to,” Mentor replied, “Solar Nwyfre is nothing like Telluric Nwyfre. When you get it right, the effects will be strikingly different. Now, clear your mind and start again. This time, clear your thoughts of any expectations of what you are going to get out of this exercise.”

Angela nodded and closed her eyes and tried again. She let go of all expectations, all frustrations, everything around her. It was just the exercise. She repeated the process over and over. She didn’t feel any different for the first dozen cycles. Slowly, as she repeated the process, she felt like she was taking in a revitalizing energy, as if she had drunk a pot of coffee and it was just starting to slowly kick in. She felt charged and energized. Her body started to tingle with energy, as if she were standing on a live wire. It didn’t hurt. In fact, all of her scrapes and bruises she got from cutting lumber from the previous day felt like they were melting and falling away.

She stopped and opened her eyes. She had expected the world around her to be brighter because her eyes were closed but there was definitely something different now. There seemed to be extra colors now. The air carried the scents of all of the plants around her. She could hear the animals and insects scurrying around in the underbrush at the edge of the clearing.

In the air a short distance, she could see a shimmering distortion, something that she didn’t see before. She glanced over and focused on it. It looked almost human, “Mentor? Is that you?”

“You can almost see without me forcing the projection,” The shimmering distortion nodded, “This is the power of the sun. Solar Nwyfre heals and revitalizes. Your cuts and bruises are diminished and your senses are sharper.”

“I can see new colors!” Angela nodded, “Everything has been turned up a notch.”

“If you do nothing else then the effect will be temporary and will wear off with time. The cleansing worked a little faster on you than I expected. It seems to have given you a fourth cone already. You can now scrutinize a forth primary color,” Mentor explained, “This is just the beginning, however. If you perform a Telluric cleansing ritual at night, it will sharpen the abilities and give them more focus.”

“What can I do to make them permanent?” Angela questioned.

“For the rest of your time here, for the rest of Alban Heruin,” Mentor replied, “perform a Solar cleansing ritual during the day, for as long as you can, and at night perform the Telluric cleansing ritual. Then, every day if possible, perform a solar cleansing in the morning and a telluric at night. Eventually, they will become permanent and the real training can begin.”

“I better tell grandma to continue to meditate and cancel the fishing trip,” Angela noted and started to head for the clearing.

“Go fishing, enjoy the finer things with the new senses,” the spirit commented, “You won’t lose them from taking some time out to fish. You still have to eat.”


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One of the things that Angela loved to do at night up in the mountains was to stargaze at night. As instructed, she performed her Telluric Nwyfre cleansing ritual after dinner and after the sun had gone down and waited until night to stroll back into the clearing. She expected to feel cold as it still dropped to near freezing up in Red Feather even in the middle of the summer, after the sun went down. The cold didn’t seem to affect her as much as before. She could also see in the dark a lot better than before. It made her wonder how the stars would be.

She laid down on the grass and gazed up at the stars with her new gray eyes. The expanse before her looked even more amazing than before. This was a view she could never get from Greeley. The galaxy stretching out before her. Clouds of dust looking like a natural cloud covering pin pricks of light in the sky. With her new eyes, they shined brighter and with new light. There seemed to be more stars than before.

She drank in the new colors as if she were a child again, looking at the clear night sky for the first time again. There were wonders to be discovered both on Earth and out there. Everything seemed to call at her. She wanted to take it all in. It felt like she could almost reach it.

“Should I get your sleeping bag or will you make your way back to the trailer soon?” her grandmother asked.

She didn’t hear her grandmother approach. With her new hearing, she should have heard her approach but she was too engrossed in the view before her to notice. She reluctantly broke her glance with the night sky and focused on her grandmother, “I’m sorry, I must have lost track of the time.” She turned back to the stars, “Have you ever seen the night sky with new eyes? Seen it with new colors?”

“Did you eat some mushrooms you found in the woods?” Her grandmother sounded worried.

“No, I meditated and took in the energy from the sun. Since then I have been seeing new colors. Everything seems better than before. Better hearing, stronger smells. The fish tasted like stronger fish,” Angela replied, “I can’t explain it any better than that.”

“Who taught you how to take in the energy from the sun like that?” Her grandmother asked, “I know what you are talking about. I didn’t teach you that. Your mother didn’t teach you that. She never went on camping trips for the religion. She went on the trips because she liked camping. She liked seeing the stars at night. She liked telling ghost stories and roasting marshmallows and hotdogs over the fire. She was never a shaman, never a druid. Who taught you?”

Angela was unsure how to answer. She stretched the truth once with her. It was a dream when she learned about the spirit stones. She learned how to use them for astral projection and her room has been mostly clear of ghosts since. Now, she has learned how to cleanse her Nwyfre, she was starting to gain from the training Mentor was giving her.

“I’m waiting for an answer, young lady,” Her grandmother stated.

“Dreams,” Angela answered, “I can’t explain it any better than that. Just like the stones, I learn this stuff in my sleep and I try them out the next day.”

Her grandmother was silent. Even in the dark, she could still see the old woman’s face. She didn’t know if her grandmother was trying to decide if she was lying or if she was deciding what to do next. She shrugged, “Your mother never had your talents. I can gaze into the future as well but as I have gotten older, the abilities seem to have faded. I don’t think I was able to glean this much from my dreams. Maybe you are the next step, maybe your children will have talents too. If you ever want me to teach you, let me know. Otherwise, I will leave you to your solo studies as long as you don’t dabble in anything dangerous. Once that happens, I will stop you.”

GPFriday: Children of Legend Chapter 8 Spirit Sight — June 30, 2017

GPFriday: Children of Legend Chapter 8 Spirit Sight

Like the fog rolling in, this date, 6/30/2017, looms large in my mind. Those closest to me know why.

Thank you to those I worked with at HPE for the memories, I will cherish the time I was there. The time was far too short, I would love to have stayed there longer. There was so much left unfinished. May the project continue in our absence, I can only say so much in a public forum but I know you will carry on without us, you will find your way when the fog clears. I believe in you all!

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Previous 5 Chapters

Chapter #3: The Zoo in the Park

Chapter 4: the offer

Chapter #5 Holistic and Connected

Chapter #6: Extending the Senses

Chapter #7: Stairs of Rocks

Chapter #8: Spirit Sight


Greeley Colorado

April 10th, 2020-CE


Sean glanced down at the blindfold in Scarlet’s hand and shook his head. Memories of yesterday were still fresh in his head. He did not want to have another repeat of yesterday, lying on the ground about ready to puke from the vertigo he suffered from peering through someone else’s eyes. He would rather learn other techniques to control his telepathy. He noticed that the voices in his head did seem quieter today and he didn’t have to concentrate as hard to keep his ability from wandering around. It seemed to be working but he still didn’t want another experience with the blindfold.

Scarlet approached him and he backed up, “I promise I won’t hurt you,” She stated as he approached, “We still have a couple of things we need to try with the blindfold.”

He shook his head and continued to back away from her, “I would rather skip the rest of those lessons. You know what? Between the music and what I learned yesterday I think I might be able to control my telepathy without any more lessons. How about we call things good?”

Scarlet shook her head and continued to walk forward to the boy, “No, Lone Wolfe, you still have much to learn before you can control your ability. I promise that we will get all of the blindfold stuff out of the way first then we can concentrate on other things.”

Sean shook his head and continued to back up, “How about you teach me the other stuff first and we come back to the blindfold stuff later?”

“I won’t forget about the blindfold training,” Scarlet mentioned, “If we put it off till later, you will still have to go through it. It is better we get it out of the way now. You won’t have to look through anyone else’s eyes again. You won’t have to get dizzy and sick. If that is what is scaring you then you can be assured that you won’t have to do that.”

Jena called out to her friend, Curtis happened to catch a cold and was missing from school today, “Come on Lone Wolfe, don’t you want to have complete control of your abilities like I do?”

Sean sighed, “My name is Sean, not Lone Wolfe.”

“Well I am going to call you Lone Wolfe while you are my pupil,” Scarlet smiled, “But she is right; I know you want to control your talents. The sooner we get past this, the sooner we can move onto other things.”

Sean sighed, “Okay, let’s try it.”

He stood still and allowed her to cover his eyes with the blindfold. She wrapped it around his head, still taking care to make sure it was comfortable but making sure he couldn’t see out of it. She walked back from him and said, “What you are going to do now is reach out and try to feel the minds of Jena and I. Try to see how far away we are from you and try to see if you can use us to make sense of your surroundings. You won’t be going into our minds but using us as beacons of sorts.”

“I don’t get it; how will I be able to make sense of my surroundings from that?” Sean stated in response.

“You might surprise yourself if you try it,” Scarlet stated in response, “Just see if you can do the first part. We will move on after you try.”

He reached out with his mind and could feel both of the telepaths right away. In the sea of voices, he couldn’t discern distance before. He thought it would be the same this time. He waited for anything to come out of the noise that would tell him how far away each of them was. He found that as he concentrated, he got nothing so instead of concentrating, he let go and waited for the information to come to him naturally.

It came slowly. It was like he was concentrating on the wrong part of his senses. Like discerning voices in a crowd, if he listened and didn’t force it, he could start to tell where the voices were coming from. He noticed that Scarlet had moved in that short time from right in front of him over to Jena’s right. He glanced in her direction but with the blindfold on, he still couldn’t see her directly. He couldn’t tell how far away she was from him. She could be standing right in front of him or she could be right next to Jena.

He waited, patiently, for more information to come. He noticed that Scarlet was walking around. His head followed her even though he couldn’t see her. He still couldn’t tell how far away she was from him. She could be very slowly walking around him, just out of his reach, or should could be further away than from where Jena was standing.

“Is he tracking you?” Jena asked aloud, “Is he figuring out what you wanted him to do?”

“Maybe,” Scarlet stated, “Hard to tell at the moment.”

Their speaking gave him a clue. Their voices sounded like they came from different distances away. He wondered if it worked the same way with the telepathy. He expanded his senses even more to see if he could hear their inner voices the same way heard their conversation. After a moment, he could hear differences in their inner monologues. One did sound closer than the other. The difference was more pronounced with their minds than it was with their voices.

He felt the other voices around him and they all felt like they were coming from different directions and at different distances. He couldn’t tell where he was enough to trust walking without bumping into something but he was getting what she was talking about.

“Is everything okay? You are looking around frantically,” Scarlet called out.

He glanced back to her and was about to respond when he gasped. Where there was darkness before he now saw something in the darkness. Two figures, one closer to him than the other. Each of them were a very pale blue with shimmering colors within. They looked like Jena and Scarlet.

“What’s wrong?” Jena questioned.

“I… see you!” Lone Wolfe answered.

“Is there a hole in the blindfold?” Scarlet questioned in response.

Lone Wolfe shook his head, “No. I see you but it isn’t like before. You are all blue and have different colors swirling around.”

He squinted and walked towards Jena. He studied the figure he studied before her. Within the shell of Jena, he saw other figures. The outer essence had her eyes open, the others, many-many others, all had their eyes closed like they were sleeping. Jena blushed but he couldn’t see that, “What are you doing, Lone Wolfe?”

“I am studying you,” He replied, “Inside you there are others. Many different forms of you. All different but all you.”

“I don’t get it,” Jena stated.

Scarlet approached and said, “I do. He is looking at your spirit. He is seeing your past lives. He is a true telepath.”

“A true telepath?” Jena commented in confusion.

“Another word for it is a Pure telepath. True telepaths are those that can also communicate with ghosts and spirits. It seems that Lone Wolfe has this power and now is able to tap into it. I have never seen another person tap into it with a living person, however.” Scarlet explained.

Lone Wolfe turned his attention to Scarlet and studied her spirit. He saw the same dense layer cake patter inside of her as he did inside of Jena. Inside the shell of the pale blue spirit there were many different versions of her all with their eyes closed. He glanced up to his mentor and questioned, “I see the same thing inside you. There are many different versions of you. They all look like they are sleeping. Why?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know. I don’t know a lot of telepaths that can peer into the inside of other people to see their spirits. Maybe you are seeing past lives.”

Lone Wolfe shrugged then held up his own hand into what should have been his view. He saw nothing. He frowned, “Why can’t I see myself?”

“Probably doesn’t work that way,” Scarlet mentioned, “You may have to find someone else with that talent or teach someone what you just learned.”

With how hard he fought the other two instances of being blindfolded, he suddenly found himself with a strange question wanting to escape his lips, “Do you mind if I keep this blindfold? I want to study this more.”

Scarlet shook her head, “You can keep it.”

GPFriday: Children of Legend Chapter #7: Stairs of Rocks — June 23, 2017

GPFriday: Children of Legend Chapter #7: Stairs of Rocks

The beginning of a recent interview i had:

interviewer: “We went to highschool together!”

Me: “Okay…”

Interviewer: ” We were in computer science class together.”

Me: “Really?”

Interviewer: “Did we pass?”

Me: “I assume so?”

Enjoy this latest chapter of the Children of legend series

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Previous 5 Chapters

Chapter #2: Trinity of Teachers

Chapter #3: The Zoo at the Park

Chapter 4: the offer

Chapter #5 Holistic and Connected

Chapter #6: Extending the senses

Chapter #7: Stairs of Rocks


Greeley Colorado

April 9th, 202-CE


Angela raced into her grandmother’s holistic shop after she got off of the bus from school. She had hoped to see Scarlet in there today but it seemed the shop was only partially filled with other customers. Her grandmother was checking out one of the customers. She had to wait for the customers to leave before she could address her grandmother with her request. She wanted to blurt out the question right away. She was afraid she would forget it all day. She had forgotten about it in the morning before she went to school.

Instead of being a rude middle school child and risking the sale of goods. She took a breath to compose herself and walked towards the back of the store where she sat down her backpack and waited. She sat down on the school and cleared her mind of all thoughts. She figured if she meditated for a bit, she could remember the questions she needed to ask when the customers were gone for the day just as clearly as she did now.

She closed her eyes and let all of her thoughts and emotions go. The world melted away. It felt amazing as she felt a rush of energy enter her. She didn’t feel this way before. She wondered if this had something to do with choosing to meditate now and letting go of her feelings after her mother’s death or if this had something to do with the visit from the odd spirit from the night before. Either way, she let the thoughts go and let the energy flow through her as she meditated.

She didn’t know how much time had passed before her grandmother had turned to her, “I was thinking about lighting a cone of incense. I know you like dragon’s blood. I just got some in. Would you like me to light that?”

Angela came out of her meditative state. It felt like she had just come out of the bath and had been blasted dry with cold air. She nodded, “I would like that. Thank you.”

Her grandmother took out one of her cone holders and lit a purple cone in it. After a couple of moments, she blew out the flame and let the ember disperse the smoke into the air, filling the place with a familiar sweet and pungent smell. It was when she noticed the black edge just below the glowing ember that she remembered the first of her questions for her grandmother, “Grandma, do you have a rock of coal, some silver, and some gold that I can have?”

Her grandmother turned around and seemed shocked by the question, “What do you need with that?”

“I was going to assemble some spirit stones for my room. I know that having elements for the colors work better than just having rocks of the colors. They don’t have to be big. Just a little piece of gold, silver, and some coal will work for me,” Angela replied.

“Who told you about spirit stones?” The elder woman questioned in response.

“I had a dream about it last night,” Angela replied, “In it I was told that it would help ward against unwanted spirits and would help with astral projection. It would give me an anchor to do that so I can get back to my body if anything happens.”

The elderly woman gave her grandchild a small smile, “It seems like your Clairvoyance is starting to grow if you gleaned that information from a dream. That is what it is for. You do know that you are not supposed to play with them. You sit them in a place and leave them there. Only think about them and nothing more. I have another question for you; Do you know how expensive gold is?”

“Very expensive,” Angela nodded, “I didn’t know if you already had some.”

Her grandmother shook her head, “No dear, at over two thousand dollars an ounce, I can’t afford to just have that stuff lying around. Silver doesn’t come cheap either.”

“We can substitute other things for it, it will just take some time for the stones to start working like they should,” Angela replied.

“We have iron pyrite in the store, will that work for your gold?” Her grandmother questioned.

Angela nodded, “that will work.”

“That will just leave something for silver. We have some hematite magnets that we sell. That should work for silver. Would you like to try that?” Her grandmother suggested.

“I will try it. Like I said, it should work, it will just take longer for it to work,” Angela agreed.

“For coal, you can’t just pick it up in a store casually anymore. We do sell some obsidian. If you can wait, we can stop by a rock shop and see if they have some coal,” Her grandmother offered.

“If we are substituting the other rocks then we can substitute the coal with obsidian,” Angela answered.

Her grandmother smiled and went through the store. After a couple of moments, she returned with three sets of stones. She handed the nine stones to Angela. Angela took the stones into her hand and seemed puzzled by the number, “I don’t understand. I just needed one of each color. Why did you hand me three?”

“It is always best to be prepared,” The elderly woman stated, “I have a set in my medicine bundle. You may want to start assembling one of those for yourself soon. One set will be for your room. The other set can be for traveling to other places and one to keep with you at all times. You can have more than one set. The set for your room is the one you do not want to disturb. That is why I gave you multiple sets.”

Angela smiled, “Thank you, I didn’t think about that.” She divided one set from the others and placed that set in a pocket in her backpack and zipped it shut. The other two set she kept in her hand and drank in the scent of incense as the cone burned down.

As the cone burned halfway down, Angela remembered her other question, “Grandma, what is No-if-Ra?”

“Where did you hear about Nwyfre?” her grandmother asked in response.

“From the dream,” Angela stated, “I know it is an energy but what is it exactly?”

“You have seen those sci-fi movies?” Her grandmother questioned, “The ones from the late seventies and early eighties that had a second trilogy that served as a prequel in the early two-thousands. The force that they describe in that set of movies is Nwyfre. It is the energy that binds and connects all things together. It is what shamans channel. You can learn to channel and block it as well. Learning how to use the spirit stones will be a good start.”

“How will those help?” Angela questioned in response.

“I have told you before that we believe that everything has a spirit. The ground has a spirit, buildings have spirits, cars have spirits, those rocks have spirits,” Her grandmother mentioned, “You can affect it all by using and channeling Nwyfre. However, you cannot enforce your own will if it goes totally against the will of the spirit you are trying to influence. You don’t know how to channel Nwyfre yet but everyone channels a little bit of it in how they perceive the world and react to it.

“By placing the stones in set spots in the room, not moving them, but constantly thinking about them and referencing them in your mind as a sort of step ladder; you start influencing how they will react. You aren’t casting a spell but they will start to change their influence to bend to your will. It is true that having three elements will be easier to bend to your will than those mixed elements of stones in your hands but they will do the same thing eventually. The stones will become tied to your Nwyfre flow and spirits will see it as a ladder and be nudged out of your personal space. You will be able to project easier around that space and you will find your way back because you are connected to it. Without doing anything special, you have channeled and affected reality subtly.” Her grandmother explained.

Angela smiled, “Cool.”

“Don’t expect anything to happen overnight since those stones are not pure elements,” her Grandmother cautioned, “Give it a couple of weeks or a couple of months.”

Angela nodded, “I will.” She glanced down at the iron pyrite in her hands and noticed how similar it looked to pictures of gold she had seen in her geology text book from her middle school science class and asked, “Why do elemental stones do better than these stones?”

“The elements know what they are and what they can do. Carbon is a very versatile element. It can conduct electricity in certain conditions and it can exist as a liquid and as multiple types of rocks. Silver is said to have properties to disrupt certain types of magic and purifying properties. Gold does not rust and keeps is luster after many years. You leave those rocks in the ground and come back in a few centuries and you will still have carbon, silver, and gold. It is easier to influence their Nwyfre as a result. The elements you have in your hand are less clear in their roles and thus their Nwyfre is harder to influence as a result.”

“I heard in the dream, that if I had to, I could take some rocks and paint them black, silver, and gold, and use them the same way?” Angela questioned, “Is that true.”

Her grandmother smiled but shrugged, “to a point. They will do if you have nothing else around and needed something but you are trying to get ordinary rocks to do something they cannot do normally. That is an example of trying to enforce your will. It may work for a short time but the effect is weak and will actually fade with time.”

Angela nodded and gave her grandmother a genuine smile, “I see. Well, I don’t have to worry about that now since you gave me these extra stones. Thank you for that.”

“Well that depends,” Her grandmother stated, “Anyone can use spirit stones, not just us. If you have a friend that has nightmares or thinks they are being harassed by ghosts, you could placate them by giving them a set of spirit stones. Since you don’t have a lot of money at your disposal you can paint a few stones and give it them with the same instructions. If the painted stones start to work for them, you can tell them to get some better stones to take their place.”

GPFriday: Children of Legend: Chapter #6: Extending the senses — June 16, 2017

GPFriday: Children of Legend: Chapter #6: Extending the senses

Sit back and enjoy

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Previous 5 chapters

Chapter #1: Unusual Children

Chapter #2: Trinity of Teachers

Chapter #3: The Zoo in the Park

Chapter #4: the offer

Chapter #5 Holistic and Connected

Chapter #6: Extending the Senses


Greeley Colorado

 April 9th, 202-CE


It was a calm and warm spring afternoon. After the winds of the last few days, the kids were sure that there would be rain or snow in the forecast. Either was a possibility since March and April were the snowiest months of the year for the state. It was a surprising twist for the children that they could play on the playground. That was how it would appear for Sean, Jena, and Curtis before Scarlet arrived carrying a thick black bandana in her hand.

Sean had almost forgot that it would be the first day of his training. In his pocket rested a new MP3 player a nice and expensive set of earphones. Inside of the MP3 player was a large memory card filled to capacity with discographies of various bands. His mother said that any music that he liked he could keep and set up a playlist for. She would show him how. He was free to play the music as loud as he wanted when he wasn’t in class.

Scarlet’s red hair was straighter today than the last time he saw her. He figured that she must have done something to straighten it. Her blue eyes glanced around to the other two children, “Would you like to introduce me to your friends?” She asked the young golden eyed boy.

Sean nodded and pointed to the blue-eyed boy, “That is Curtis,” He pointed to the red headed green eyed girl, “and this is Jena.”

“They are psychic so they can stay but don’t expect me to train them to use their abilities. The only reason I am training you is because it is becoming a problem for you,” Scarlet noted.

“About that,” Sean stated as he pulled out the MP3 player, “My mother bought me a music player and filled it up with music. She said it helped her with her telepathy when she was my age. Maybe we could skip the training for today and just play? Maybe the music will help me?”

“It might help you,” Scarlet nodded, “It is a common tactic for strong telepaths to use noise to drown out the voices of the others they hear around them but it will not help you to control it completely. You still need training. You still need control.”

“How do you know we are psychic?” Curtis questioned.

“I know,” Scarlet answered.

“That’s not an answer,” Jena stated in response.

“I have a question for you, little girl,” Scarlet stated in response, “Are you his sister? You look like his mother. Aside from the eyes, he looks like his father.”

“If you are a telepath, why don’t you read my mind and find out?” Jena stated as she crossed her arms.

“One thing you all should know is that the reason why people like Miss Leeks reacted the way she did to Sean is because they are afraid that because we can read minds is that we will read minds. You should treat people’s minds as private places. That means if someone doesn’t want to tell you something then you shouldn’t go snooping around. People get pissed if you read their diary, reading their mind is the same thing. If you don’t want to answer me, that’s fine,” Scarlet cautioned, “But that is the reason why I am training Sean. He wants to stay out of people’s mind but he cannot control his ability to do so.”

Sean glanced down at the bandana in her hand, “What’s that for?” He asked.

She walked up towards him, “I’m going to blind fold you.”

He took a step back from her, “Why?”

“Telepathy is another sense but it because our minds haven’t evolved for it yet it has become tied to other senses. You can hear the thoughts of those around you but you can also use it to see other things as well. You can expand it to other senses. That is what blindfolding you will do; it will force your mind to compensate. You will use your telepathy to expand it to your sense of sight,” Scarlet stated.

“I don’t understand,” Sean said, “I thought we were going to teach me how to control it. Not use it.”

“Control it means using it,” Scarlet replied, “You will have to learn how to use it in order to learn how to control it.”

Curtis smirked, “let her put it on you, I want to see what she has planned for you.”

“Are you sure you won’t teach him how to use his powers?” Sean questioned, “I think he also needs to be blind folded.”

“I might blind fold him later for that comment,” Scarlet nodded, “But make no mistake about your talents. They are not powers. Never think of them as powers. You may be different from other humans but you aren’t more powerful than them.”

Sean nodded, “I will make sure that I don’t say that in the future.”

Again, Scarlet approached Sean with the bandana. This time he stayed still and let her tie it around his head. She made sure he couldn’t see anything but could still breathe and that it was comfortable on him. With him only seeing the darkness the blindfold provided, he noticed that the voice around him grew louder, “I don’t think it’s working the way you wanted. It’s just getting louder.”

“I haven’t told you what you will be doing yet,” Scarlet stated in response, “It is natural for your other senses to start using the space your vision had when you can’t see. That is why the voices are getting louder. You should also notice that sounds in general are also getting louder. You should also notice that smells are getting better. Take a whiff.”

Sean sniffed the air. He could smell the blooming flowers and the grass as if he had just dived head first into all of it. The natural musk of his friends and Scarlet also blended in with the smells as well as stone of the concrete and the faint smell of asphalt from the street beyond. It seemed incredible at how potent his other senses had become in just removing one. He wondered, if Telepathy was truly a sense, as Scarlet described, if the rest of his senses would expand in the same manner if someone managed to turn it off. He could see the point of her argument; the other humans may not have telepathy but their minds did not have to compensate for a sixth sense.

“What I want you to do now is to try to see yourself through my eyes,” Scarlet mentioned.

“I thought you said that we shouldn’t invade other people’s minds,” Sean questioned in response.

“Perhaps I should change that a little,” Scarlet stated, “You shouldn’t do that without their permission. You have my permission to go into my mind. I want you to go into my mind and pull an image of yourself standing blind folded.”

Of all of the voices in the sea, he did know how to focus on one voice in particular. When he tried to focus on Scarlet, he couldn’t find her voice in the sea, he could only find Jena’s voice. He shook his head to clear her voice from it. She wasn’t resisting him or inviting him in, this time, he was trying to target someone other than her. She was proving to be a distraction. After two more attempts, he opened his mouth to speak, “I can’t seem to find you.”

“Your voice sounds distorted in your head. That is the voice that narrates your own thoughts,” Scarlet stated, “My voice doesn’t sound the same to me as it sounds to you.”

“I know that. Jena’s voice sounds different to her than it does to me,” Sean stated in response, “I just can’t seem to find your voice in the pool of voices around me.”

“Let me reach out to you,” Scarlet offered, “Do you mind if I do that?”

Sean shook his head, “That is usually how I discover the voices of people familiar to me. Everyone else is usually an accident.”

Scarlet took that long response as a yes and reached out for his mind. She found it soon enough, “This is my voice as I sound to myself. I am sure, as we work together, it will become as familiar to you as Jena’s does.”

“I will remember it,” He projected back. When he noticed that she was not shocked he stated aloud, “You didn’t flinch when I projected to you.”

“I heard you before,” Scarlet stated, “You cried out when you were being attacked. Why do you think I took notice of you in the first place?”

Sean shrugged, “I don’t know. I figured you were there because you were sick or something and noticed that I couldn’t control it during class the other day. That was why you decided to teach me.”

Scarlet chewed on her lip before answering, “Well, you weren’t wrong. I was there to see if you were using your abilities on purpose. I do know some techniques that can seal away a person’s abilities. If you were using your abilities on purpose I was going to do that instead.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you chose to do that,” Sean stated in response, “In truth, I wouldn’t mind being normal, like everyone else.”

Scarlet was unsure how to respond for a moment. She understood where the boy was coming from. She had been viewed as a freak ever since she was little. Even among other psychics she was an oddity. A lot of psychics around her had a couple of abilities including telepathy. She only had telepathy and that was different than those around her. She had yet to encounter another like her. If she could seal away her own telepathy, and she tried, she would do so. Unfortunately, the power only worked on others. She was not sure she could teach anyone else how to do that.

Finally, she came up with an appropriate answer, “I will not seal away your telepathy right now. You may come to find that it is more a part of you than you realize. It would be cruel of me to take it away from you just because you want it gone right now. It is best for you to learn how to control it right now and make up your mind about it later. You may find out that there is someone out there who you cannot read. If that day comes then you may want to read their mind and learn how much of yourself you really are with those abilities.”

“Why would you take them away if I am abusing them?” Sean questioned, “I don’t see the difference.”

“It’s complicated. Maybe you will understand one day. I will explain it later on,” Scarlet stated, “In either case it would have been a last resort. I am not sure I could reverse it if I took away someone’s abilities so I don’t do it unless there is no other choice.” She glanced back down at Sean, “Now that you have my voice, try to see yourself through my eyes.”

It didn’t take long for Sean to find her voice amongst the crowd of voices he was swimming in this time. Once he found her, it was hard to navigate his way to what she was seeing. Unsure of what he should do, he asked telepathically “How do I get to what you are seeing? I have never looked through someone else’s eyes before.”

“You never probed someone’s mind before?” She responded telepathically.

He shook his head and shrugged, “I have no clue as to what to do.”

Scarlet nodded but she knew that he couldn’t see that yet, “Well I guess it is different for everyone and not every telepath can see through the eyes of another so don’t get disappointed if you cannot do it. Try to avoid the thoughts and memories and try to follow a road, a path, a tube, conduit, or something that will lead you to my sight. Some people envision a hallway with different doors and corridors. Others see things differently. Your mind has to translate what is going on in my head.”

“You can’t guide me?” He asked in response.

“You have to do this on your own,” Scarlet answered.

Sean tried to follow what she suggested. He tried to envision something that could guide him to his goal. Slowly he started to see a path of light. It was like a thread that was lit up in the darkness. He could feel himself drawn along it. He let himself be drawn and after a while a fuzzy image of the surroundings came into view. He could see himself through her eyes. As it cleared, he recognized the park and surroundings but things didn’t look right. The landscape seemed different because she was taller than him.

In that instant, something happened. His mind was trying to process what she was seeing as if it was his own eyes. He felt dizzy and his knees started to feel like they were turning to jelly. As he felt the wobbling of his body and the butterflies in his stomach, he could see himself starting to sway through her eyes which added to his own vertigo. As he lost his sense of balance, Scarlet started to rush towards him which only served to confuse his senses even more.

He collapsed to the ground like a sack of potatoes before Scarlet or his friends could get to him. He broke the link at that point but it didn’t dispel the wave of vertigo or nausea that threatened to overwhelm him. Scarlet pulled off the blindfold and pulled his head onto her lap, “Are you okay? What happened?”

“I think I will be okay, if my stomach doesn’t settle, I might get sick,” He commented, “I saw myself through you. It was a bit weird. It made me go dizzy and funny.”

“That is the first time you sounded like a kid,” Scarlet commented, “Come to think of it, I didn’t feel you go through my mind. How did you do that?”

Sean shrugged, “I don’t know. I saw a small string of light and I let myself be pulled by it and that was how I got to your vision. I thought you figured out a way to lead me through.”

She shook her head, “no I didn’t. It seems like you already figured out a way to use impulses to your advantage. That must have been how you got to my sight without me noticing.”

“I don’t know what you said but can we call it a day?” Sean questioned.

Jena knelt down next to him, “Are you still feeling sick to your stomach?”

Sean nodded, “I am.”

Jena placed a hand on his stomach. A moment later the queasy feelings eased and his body calmed down. She placed a hand on his head and the vertigo vanished. He sat up and gave her a smiled, “Now that is a useful gift. Can we trade?”

“I’m already a telepath so I can’t,” Jena giggled.

Scarlet glanced down at the blindfold, “If you are feeling better, would you like to try one more thing before calling it a day?”

Sean shook his head, “No. I think I have done enough for one day.”

She stuffed the blindfold in her pocket, “okay, we can save this for tomorrow then. Can I ask you a few questions? Get to know you a little better before we part ways for the day?”

“That’s fine,” Sean nodded.

“Is Jena your sister?” Scarlet asked.

Sean shook his head and answered, “I consider her the sister I never had but we aren’t related. I was born in the same hospital, on the same day, as she was but we are not related.”

Scarlet cocked her head in curiosity, “She looks so much like your mother. Are you sure that you two aren’t related? Could you have been switched at birth?”

“There is no way of that,” Jena answered, “My mother wouldn’t let me out of her sight when I was born.”

“Same,” Sean added, “Plus, she looks like her parents.”

“Do you know if your parents are possibly related to each other?” Scarlet questioned.

Both shook their heads, “His mother has a complete family history and so does my family. His father is also not related to my family in any way. The fact that we look related is just a strange thing.”

“Interesting,” Scarlet nodded. She glanced back to Sean, “Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

“Not that I know,” he replied.

“Do you spend a lot of time with other members of your family?” She asked in response.

He shook his head, “The only other members of my family I see are my second cousin, Relena, and her father. Her father is my mother’s cousin. My mother won’t let me see anyone from my father’s side of the family.”

“The three of them are like the black sheep of their families,” Curtis commented.

“You are like a lone wolf,” Scarlet nodded.

Jena chuckled, “his middle name is Wolfe,”

“I think I will call you Lone Wolfe from now on,” Scarlet mentioned.

Sean sighed, “What is wrong with my name? I have friends!”

Scarlet nodded, “you have friends but you keep to yourself when it involves your family. You don’t spend a lot of time with your parents when you are there. You don’t spend a lot of time with your extended family. I don’t call you Lone Wolfe because you are a loner in general; wolves are pack creatures, packs are families. You don’t seem to fit in with your family at all. That makes you a lone wolf. You may not like it but you are Lone Wolfe.”

Curtis nodded, “I like it, it gives you that ‘devil may care’ feel.”

“Your middle name is Wolfe,” Jena added.

Sean sighed, “My name is Sean. I would like to stick to that.”

Curtis chuckled, “Whatever you say, Lone Wolfe.”

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