I do not see that I have a choice. My choice was to act as the Progenitor
wishes. Now there is no more choice.
Sitting
here in the complete silence with the only marks upon the blackness the
spotted lights and fires of the encampment and 3 stars in the strip of
sky above I think that I am different.
I am becoming more different and it does not have to do with this acceptance
nor with an interference from the Progenitor's person. By which I do not
mean I exclude her as the source.
Within my mind there are additional segments to my consciousness. There
are caches of knowledge foreign to me with signs, symbols, and words unknown
to me yet entering my conscious thought stream and braiding with it as
though using the pathway of it and the energy.
The
pain in my side has increased though the bruises have disappeared. I don't
know if there is a connection. If I did not know the tricks life seems
compelled to play I would feel certain no Eoeun parasite would possess
advanced riders' talents. Or have need of them.
My senses have heightened in a progression which began, at least my awareness
of it began, the 2d day of our journey. I can now far more than has ever
been natural with me sense the numerous vibrations, resonances and harmonics
of the land including those which do well up from deep with the planet.
I sense to a similar degree coursings in the atmosphere.
I feel
the airy fields, the magnetics, vapor, and particles almost to the point
of pain. I can see the hidden movements and hidden colors of forces and
interactions. I had no difficulty at all today locating the precise portion
of the south rock wall which we may breach and penetrate to the arena where
the source lines wait gathered beyond the verge. I could see it. The rock,
below its surface, shimmered, flickered, as I have seen sleeves and sheaths
of lines evince. But this was the rock wall and what moved was within it.