09-05-2016, 01:05 PM
Katchina's heart skipped as she watched the mug rise. Jon had spoken accurately. She felt nothing, just as she'd never felt anything when Jerome was using the power. Yet unlike Jerome, Jon was under control. Jerome had been full of fear and angry all the time. She opened herself up to the Power and it flowed in. She sent out a weave of Spirit and Air, just to probe, to see if she could feel Jon's flows. Yes, there was something there, but at the same time nothing. It was like an invisible band. She couldn't see it but knew it had to be there.
Katch turned back to Mr. Trujillo. "You have a right to your curiosity, and I hope to satisfy it,"
she replied with a small smile. "I believe it has always existed, or at least for a very long time. Our stories of this being a greater power than all the lesser gods speak clearly of this. What It exists everywhere in..."
She frowned. "I'm not a physicist so I'm not sure I could explain where the source is that I draw it from. It's like it exists in the space between particles. I could hardly imagine being able to use it up any more than I could think of space being used up. It doesn't speak or anything. But it almost has a personality. Like a calm, serene lake. I have to surrender to it and let it fill me, and I become a conduit."
Jon blinked. Evidently something that Katch had said had caught him by surprise. "That is hardly the way I'd describe the sensation of channeling. If I didn't grab it and fight it, and wrestle it for control every second, it would pull me under. It's like walking the edge of a knife. I had to learn how to blank all emotions from my mind before I could struggle to keep control. But while I'm holding on it's like I can do anything."
His voice sounded blank and distant, without inflection.
So that confirmed her suspicions. That was why she failed to help Jerome, men and women were using different powers that were at the same time not different. Like two sides of the same coin. She would have had more success teaching him how to fly than to teach him control over the power of the Great Spirit. I wonder if we can work the flows together somehow.
She continued. "The ability to use it again seems new, though. Or old come new again. And there were those who fought them. Not all of the gods were kind, some of them were quite cruel. Like the sun who burned everyone he saw to death until Coyote slew him. I think that what happened was they hunted down all of the people who could use this power."
She looked at Jon. "Like the man who tried to kill you?"
Katch turned back to Mr. Trujillo. "You have a right to your curiosity, and I hope to satisfy it,"
she replied with a small smile. "I believe it has always existed, or at least for a very long time. Our stories of this being a greater power than all the lesser gods speak clearly of this. What It exists everywhere in..."
She frowned. "I'm not a physicist so I'm not sure I could explain where the source is that I draw it from. It's like it exists in the space between particles. I could hardly imagine being able to use it up any more than I could think of space being used up. It doesn't speak or anything. But it almost has a personality. Like a calm, serene lake. I have to surrender to it and let it fill me, and I become a conduit."
Jon blinked. Evidently something that Katch had said had caught him by surprise. "That is hardly the way I'd describe the sensation of channeling. If I didn't grab it and fight it, and wrestle it for control every second, it would pull me under. It's like walking the edge of a knife. I had to learn how to blank all emotions from my mind before I could struggle to keep control. But while I'm holding on it's like I can do anything."
His voice sounded blank and distant, without inflection.
So that confirmed her suspicions. That was why she failed to help Jerome, men and women were using different powers that were at the same time not different. Like two sides of the same coin. She would have had more success teaching him how to fly than to teach him control over the power of the Great Spirit. I wonder if we can work the flows together somehow.
She continued. "The ability to use it again seems new, though. Or old come new again. And there were those who fought them. Not all of the gods were kind, some of them were quite cruel. Like the sun who burned everyone he saw to death until Coyote slew him. I think that what happened was they hunted down all of the people who could use this power."
She looked at Jon. "Like the man who tried to kill you?"