[Drykas Caravan] Shedding Light (Sama'el)

by **Oluse** on June 16th, 2012, 2:10 pm

Indeed the young man's posture was perfect, his furred mentor with a wise heart had given him that much. Though, the metaphysical still lay beyond Oluse at the best of times. He was a physical child, and the comprehension of that which lies beyond the physical, behind it, racked his mind. But, he had his tricks to help extend his awareness, by exploiting his strengths.

Oluse's eyes slipped shut, and he let Sama'els final notes seep into him, letting the massage his spirit a final time before he accepted the noise as a part of nature, of the natural order of things. Then, he let his mind find something wet, this time the slightest hint of dew releasing upward from the flora about him, it bit softly at his base, and soak easily into the thin blanket he had unabashedly wrapped about him waist before perching that, facing the glorious son.

This made the second step easy, heat, he felt it all upon him. His skin glowed with heat, and Oluse drank this in, felt in full glory the warmth upon his body, massaging his ears, overflowing in his heart. His mind calmed, and soul took a small step toward true meditation.

Breath was the last, and the focus of his teacher. Oluse felt the breeze grace his cheeks, exposed chest and back, all the way to the crumbled cloth below. The world breathed around him, breathed him. He was ascent on the wind, and just as that wind breathed, so did Oluse. He drew in through his nose, silently, letting the fatigue of the night drain away, and let out through his mouth with ease.

Chest raising and falling, fingers dropped without thought to the wet grass to his side, and brimming with divine heat Oluse lost himself. Thoughts became nothing but passing muses, fluttering offhanded input, such as Sama'el's words. He had yet to master any level of control over those ramped thoughts, but he ahd learned to let the flow, and let them leave. The trumbld through him, and he felt them like he felt every other aspect of the would. Thorugh his veins, upon his skin, and shifting in his skull. Physical sensations, energy a pseudo-physical part of life flowing through him. He didn't know it, but his teacher had taught him to feel the pools of djed within himself, to link these djeds to his thoughts emotions, and spiritual well being, and even them out. Slowly, with practiced caution Oluse searched his body for discomfort, and let waves of djed lap away, disperse into the rest of his body, till the block became rendered cleansed.

To Oluse the sensation came in waves of undefinable clairvoyance, and so he felt the information in touches and brushes of physical sensation. A soft whisper touched upon Oluses ear, a women's, intimate; the weight of a child in his hands; heat of his lower back; burning in his eyes; thirst in his belly; wind at his side; numbing cold; dry lips; shifting and pitching; falling and raising. It took upon him like a tumbling embracing yet chaotic storm of sensations, and Oluse fought it not. He drank this in, and let it pass over him without appreciation, accepting the pleasant and unpleasant with identical value.

Oluse both experiences Sama'el there beside him, shared the invisible forces with him, as well as existed in a place no other person could ever reach him. They shared their experience yet likely experienced nothing similar.

by **Sama'el Sunsinger** on June 17th, 2012, 6:42 am

Once he had copied Oluse's posture, he closed his eyes, shutting out one sense, which only made the others sharper. He smelled Oluse beside him, the damp on the grass, the rock and the trees. He heard each rustle, every breath, and even his own tiny noises seemed to crash and resound. Gradually, though, he focused on the feel of the sun on his skin, face turning toward it like a sunflower's, and concentrating on Syna helped him let go of other things.

They kept prodding at him, a tiny pebble against his ankle, a quiet rumble in his belly, an itch in his nose, but he tried to dismiss them and return his attention to Syna, and the impressions eventually wandered off, if a bit pouty. His hummed melody went silent, but he internalized the music, trying to keep it meditative rather than ecstatic.

He felt connected to Syna now, even if his Inavalti was not engaged. The peace he found in singing her up from her slumber was extended, rarefied. It was a good place to be, and he purposefully did not think about its temporary nature. There would be time enough for that when they stood up and returned to camp for breakfast.

by **Valkyrie** on October 7th, 2012, 1:37 pm

Oluse :

Sama’el Sunsinger :

You Will Be Collected if Worthy

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