Cheshin's Viewing

Cheshin had finished going over the recent events with the virtual clones of House Seishin. He learned very little that was new. They were more interested in what information they could gain from him. Throughout the meeting he attempted to keep part of his thoughts focused and turned inward to the “one mind”, but found their voices had faded on occasion. Other thoughts intruded upon him, visions trying to impress themselves into his consciousness.

He was alone on a balcony, taking a break from the endless chatter of the White House. He began to wonder why they called each house by a different color, but stopped himself. “Stay focused,” he said to himself, or was that Kefen sending him a message to stay on track?

“Yes, it's me,” the voice of Kefen spoke in his mind. “And I don't know why the Houses of Power have colors. Maybe we should ask? Jueqel is here. Would you like to talk to him?” Kefen had asked casually, as if he would simply hand over a cell phone to Jueqel to have a quick chat.

“I know he's there. Tell him I said, 'hi'.” Cheshin leaned against a wall and closed his eyes to help him focus. He could not afford to think about Jueqel. Behind his closed eyes he could see his pulse in dark patterns. A vague outline of a room with people sleeping on a floor traced itself in the canvass of his eyelids. “I don't have premonitions, but I feel something approaching,” he thought.

Kefen and Cheshin heard the additional voices enter their thoughts. The “one mind” had its advantages and disadvantages. Cheshin never had to be alone. The voices were soothing. They help him get through troubles. He could share in the experience of many lifetimes wrapped into one. Cheshin thought he could loose himself in that, both a comforting and terrifying thought at once. They all had that thought. He was glad the “one mind” was something they could leave every so often.

“I think the power is building, again,” Etten said. “Also, the Tantra's have started their meld, and I can't stay for that.” He projected the sensations he was feeling. He sent images of warm bodies beginning to intertwine. Each member, entranced, reached out for one another, contorting their bodies like human ribbons. Cheshin could feel the heat pour out from the members of House Tantra.

Dru informed the “one mind” that the monster named Karden, or Kard, chasing or going after someone. “A man called Nepal.” Only Nepal appeared to be tracking the monster.

“Show me,” Cheshin called out to Dru, opening his mind to what the seer was viewing. It wasn't clear, but he could make out that a door had flown across the room. A sense of urgency gripped him, eminent danger. Desperate to know more, Cheshin attempted to seize hold of the remote viewing. Dru intuitively resisted the attempt, but released his control when Cheshin would not relent.

Pushing his mind, Cheshin strained to see more. He could almost see the room. He could see the door laying in front of Nepal. He tried harder to make out whatever was in the room. He could have sworn Nepal was looking at him. He almost had it. He saw Nepal's facial expression was one of shocked surprise. “This is it,” he thought, and redoubled his effort to focus in on the scene.

His vision rippled like waves of heat across a hot surface. Then things got easier to see. With perfect clarity, Cheshin was actually viewing the room where Nepal stood. Never before had he seen a vision so accurate. He felt immersed in the vision itself. An untimely bout of nausea rushed upon him, but he suppressed it. There was time for discomfort later. He turned his head to see more, only to realize he was no longer just viewing. He had made a mistake and teleported into the room next to Nepal.