06-06-2016, 11:34 AM
Thankfully, the little prick decided to focus on what he was doing and Ivan could let go of the lingering irritation. He waited, feeling for the tell-tale sense of threat or whatever that meant that he had finally gotten hold of the power. But it never came after hours of trying.
The guy slumped in frustrated defeat. Ivan understood that, of course. Of course he did. "I get it man."
He tried to think of something that might help.
"For me, it was something that I couldn't do unless I was tense or whatever. For example, I was in the underground tunnels with your dad and felt claustrophobic. And suddenly I could feel this....warmth or light over my shoulder. I mean that wasn't the first time. The first time was raiding a house and out of the blue this woman came out with a knife. I didn't even know what I was doing. It took the help of another guy to bust through that need though. Now, I just..."
he trailed off, trying to think of how to describe it.
"I relax and try to empty my mind."
he paused, thinking about what he did. No. Not quite. It's not like you can just stop thinking about stuff. I focus on one thing. My breathing. Nothing exists but that. Anything else I push away and focus on just that. There's just the rhythm of my breathing. After a bit I can feel that light or warmth and I reach for it."
He smiled encouragingly. "Try that."
The guy slumped in frustrated defeat. Ivan understood that, of course. Of course he did. "I get it man."
He tried to think of something that might help.
"For me, it was something that I couldn't do unless I was tense or whatever. For example, I was in the underground tunnels with your dad and felt claustrophobic. And suddenly I could feel this....warmth or light over my shoulder. I mean that wasn't the first time. The first time was raiding a house and out of the blue this woman came out with a knife. I didn't even know what I was doing. It took the help of another guy to bust through that need though. Now, I just..."
he trailed off, trying to think of how to describe it.
"I relax and try to empty my mind."
he paused, thinking about what he did. No. Not quite. It's not like you can just stop thinking about stuff. I focus on one thing. My breathing. Nothing exists but that. Anything else I push away and focus on just that. There's just the rhythm of my breathing. After a bit I can feel that light or warmth and I reach for it."
He smiled encouragingly. "Try that."