What we know of Psychinians

Nepal watched the silver lining in everything around him. A strange hue covered everything, at least they were strange to his eyes. He had been accustomed to viewing the world through his own human eyes, that he didn't know exactly how to feel about the new world he had discovered. The harder he looked the more distant he felt.

He sensed Jueqel's approach and turned to look his way. “Hello, Jueqel,” Nepal said this before he could see anyone.

“I see your adjusting to your new talents,” Jueqel said as he entered the bedroom.

Nepal nodded, “yes.”

“You wanted to talk to me?”

Nepal nodded his head, again.

“I can only imagine how it must feel to find out you are not human,” Jueqel said.

Nepal was not exactly ready for that, “about that.”

“You don't feel inhuman?”

“Right,” Nepal agreed.

Jueqel pulled up a chair and sat with his legs swung over and facing the backward on the chair. His hands gripped the chair's back and stretched his arms. “I would not expect you could feel inhuman. Not yet, anyway.”

“In what way am I different than everyone else?” Nepal asked.

“We've been tracking Psychinian family lines for a long time. Much of our data is incomplete, and it was been difficult at best to find suitable candidates. You are the only Psychinian I have ever spoken to about this.”

“Why is that?”

“When a Psychinian reaches a point in his or her or its life, consciousness has a new meaning for them.”

“I'm not following you,” Nepal pleaded.

“Like everyone else, a Psychinian can lead a normal life of a human. Live, have children, grow old and die.”

“Alright, so how do you know I'm one of these?”

“We are not one hundred percent positive, but all the signs are here. Your capacity to fend off the attack of Karden is one clue. Only a Psychinian and a select few of the psychics on the Earth could ever have managed that alone.” Jueqel cleared his throat, “may I have some water?”

“Sure. Go ahead. Are you one of those few psychics?” Nepal asked.

Jueqel continued after taking a sip. “No, I don't think I am, but some might disagree with me.”

“So, what else makes you think I'm not human?”

“In all respects, except one, you are a human,” Jueqel said.

Nepal found this a bit confusing, “and that means what?”

“Psychinians are whatever they choose to be. If they choose to be human, then they are human. The choice is usually not of their choosing, but that is an odd point. I need to clarify that.”

“Please.”

“We believe that Psychinians are all part of a long line of a single Psychinian.”

“You're not sure,” Nepal was skeptical. “You are basing this on what?”

Jueqel took another sip of water and asked, “what do you remember about your mother?”

“What do my parents have to do about this?” He asked defensive, but realized his parents had everything to do with family lines.

Jueqel looked at him crossly. “Without them you would not be here, but besides that, I'm talking about your mother, only. Was there anything unusual about your mother's life or behavior? Anything out of the ordinary? Maybe something you found eccentric?”

“No,” he lied. “She seemed like a pretty normal mom to me.” The fact that he never knew her to sleep would be considered out of the ordinary.

“You may not have ever noticed,” Jueqel waved it off. “You had an ancestor that showed up in our records. She may have been a Psychinian, but it is unclear if the woman in question had changed her name before having children. The record goes cold for about 40 years, and a lot can happen for 40 years. This is the only family link to your lineage that we can find. This link, however, minimal, holds a great deal of significance to your potential to being a Psychinian.”

“That's it?” Nepal asked.

“No,” Jueqel answered patiently.

“Then what is a Psychinian?”

“Like I said, Psychinians live and die like everyone else, but I have avoided telling you that Psychinians don't have to die. They never have to die, unless they choose to die.” Jueqel explained.

“But my mother died.”

“That's because she chose to do so,” Jueqel tone was clinical and reflective.

Nepal started to object, but Jueqel's hand waved him to not interrupt.

“Before you take offense, your mother was not aware of her lineage. Her choice was not really a choice she made consciously. Apparently, no member of your bloodline has been aware of their heritage since the 1600's. I hope that by telling you this, that you will learn more about yourself and provide us with some insight into your people.”

“My people? And what else makes me what you think I am?”

“Besides your exceptional psychic strength and possible heritage, nothing really. There are no tests that could reveal it, but one. And taking that test would realize your full potential. That would mean the end of your current existence.”

Nepal didn't like the sound of, “current existence?”

“Or records indicate that when our organization was first formed, or just before it was formed, a close friend of a Psychinian discovered his friend had unusual abilities. They discussed the Psychinians condition and decided that it should be investigated further. Together they formed The Seekers of Resonance People. They tried to find others like the Psychinian. They became close friends and looked for signs that might show who was Psychinian. They had very little luck, until one day the Psychinian and his friend telepathically linked with one another to delve deep into the Psychinians mind. The records indicate they were locked in mental rapport for days, but it doesn't say exactly how many. When it was all done, the friend nearly died from the lack of nourishment. The Psychinian looked completely healthy and required no food or drink after that. He helped his friend back to health and told him that many things were coming into his mind. He found the answers to a great many thing, and that he needed more. He craved to move on. Then, as his friend watched, the Psychinian faded out of existence right before the eyes of at least six other Seekers.”

Nepal felt a chill in the room and rubbed his hands over his arms. “Is it cold in here?”

“Yes, a little.” Jueqel answered. “I can turn on the heat.” He got up to do so.

Nepal recalled the dreams he had been having. The dreams about the silver cords being his family line through his mother's side. The dream about the woman fading out of her clothes. “What am I?”

“It is really hard to tell,” Jueqel said. “We've been trying to figure that one out for a few thousand years. We can only guess, and perhaps you can provide some insight.”

Nepal wanted desperately to tell of his dream, but he held his tongue.

Jueqel reassured him, “it's alright if you don't want to help. Your existence here is not a trivial thing. We are under the impression that when you do find the answers that you seek, you will move on to find more questions.”

That did it. Nepal had to tell, “I had a dream. A couple dreams. They happened this morning. We were caught in a void. After Cheshin pulled me out of the hospital. We were tossing and turning in a strange between way, and then I guess I fell asleep. I started to dream about silver cords floating in space. Only it wasn't space, it was more like nothingness. There were no stars or planets, and the only thing I could see were silver cords. Some cords would cross one another, but that 's all there were.” He drank some of his water. “I was alone with the silver cords. I moved down one them, and I saw one floating by itself like a worm on the cement after a rain. When I reached it, it turned out to be two cords. One of the cords slipped out of my grip and the other one got too big and I fell into it. The next thing I knew I was here.”

“That was your first dream?” Jueqel asked.

Nepal nodded and continued, “the next dream was about a woman. It was in two parts. The first part I was on an alien world with lots of aliens. There was an alien woman that sat upon a bench. She was crying. The next part of it I dreamed in a continuation of the second dream. I was sitting behind a desk. I was some sort of political person, and that woman on the bench came in looking like a homeless insane person looking for a handout. But she said somethings that I don't quite remember. Other than she said I was family and that she had made the people grow and that she had to move on.” Nepal swallowed more water and concluded, “that's all I remember, but it seemed important, after what you just told me.”

Jueqel's eyes widened. “I must ask you, if I may?”

“Yes?”

“I have to ask you to not leave us. Will you stay and let us know more?” Jueqel tone was desperate.

Nepal didn't know how to say no to this, “I'll stay.”

“I mean stay with House Thero,” Jueqel clarified.

Nepal knew what he meant, “yes, I'll stay with the House. But I have to let my father know.”

Jueqel's expression switched from desperation to joy and then to puzzlement, “your father? Oh, Nepal. I must tell you.”

Nepal waited a moment and asked, “what?”

“Oh, never mind. It's not important right now. You've had enough for one day.” Jueqel laughed, but it sounded like he was putting too much effort into it. “Are you hungry? Let's eat breakfast.”

Nepal was hungry, “breakfast sounds great.”