the whisper of the wind(Ask please)

[Sargon Vynea]

With a soft exhale Sargon sat down in an empty field. The sun warmed his face as he closed his eyes, the light still glowing through his lids. For a moment he sat there trying to prepare himself for the task at hand, and then on a whim he just laid back in the field and let the sun shine over him. Attempting to dismiss his self doubts he reached out to the force, and as always its presence seemed like the wind a constantly flow of energy that he simply couldn't grab. He tried reaching out to hold it, and direct it. He knew little about the difference between the dark side of the force, and the light, in fact he knew little once couldn't find on the holonet. The Fringe was full of users of the dark side of the force, those that focused and controlled through passions. Sargon didn't lack those passions, but he controlled them, and kept himself disciplined to think clearly.

Without a master to guide him in the other side of the force, and teach about the light side he was was like a blind man, lost in complete darkness with nothing to hold onto. Taking another breath he stopped his attempt to pull the force to his will and simply breathed as he felt its presence. He laid there for hours until the sun was now a glimmer on the far horizon, and night was falling onto the valley. As his mind grew quieter with each passing moment, and his senses relaxed enjoying a day of blissful silence he heard it. It was like a whisper on the wind, a voice so soft he couldn't make out the words, but it was there.

Straining his ears towards the sound it vanished like it was never there, leaving him again in silence. He had a choice in that moment, he could open his eyes and seek the sound out with his five senses, or he could be silent again and see if it returned. His logical mind said to search out the sound, but his instinct said to shut up, and stay silent. With sudden clarity he realized his instinct was like the soft whisper of the wind. He'd already trained himself to listen to it as a soldier, but according to the Grand Admiral that had been the force leading him all along. So he trusted to it and relaxed all his muscles allowing his consciousness to simply be as silent as the oncoming night.

He heard it then again, the whisper of the winds around him. It was a tantalizing whisper, like a voice lost on the wind. It was the whisper of a loved one, the words meant for you, and you alone. Only someone truly quiet and focused on that voice could hear it, you had to embrace the presence of words like that, you could never force them to your will. He left all his muscles to the unconscious part of his mind as he sunk into the sound of that whisper. He had to let go, and let it flow. You couldn't grasp the wind but you could let it embrace you, and move you.

As he stilled to the point where all he heard was the beating of his twin hearts Sargon could feel the whisper around him. It spoke to him without words of the life around him. He could feel it, for the first time he could feel the force all around him moving through everything.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

As the heat of day was replaced with the coolness of night insects began to crawl over the still form of Sargon. In the physical state he was barely aware of their miniscule forms crawling about over his clothes. The whisper that was the force was not however so blind as the man himself. He wasn't sure what sense he could allocate to the feeling of their existence. He felt them, but it wasn't a physical feeling he felt them as though they were an extension of himself. Like there was a thread of consciousness between all of them. Each individual consciousness separate, and yet connected through the force. The entire concept was simply beyond his ability to put to words, or even a perspective so he simply choose to not fight his perception and accept it.

He lacked control over his ability to sense these things though, He could not focus on any specific life, or even focus it out in a direction. For now though that wasn't his purpose he simply wanted to bath in the presence of the force around him. He grew more curious though as he felt one particularly path the ants seemed to be burrowing into. At first he attempted to will the force and his focus in their direction, but that made his entire perception of the force dim. Relaxing his mind Sargon tried a different approach. Instead of attempting to take control of the force he decided to simply try and focus on listening and feeling towards the little stream of life.

Moving his focus along the paths of life he simply allowed the force to draw his focus into the stream of life. Instead of attempting to force his will upon the force he choose a different path, and simply flowed with it allowing his consciousness to follow with flow of the force into, and from the stream of life. It worked better as he tried to see it all as a natural force in his mind. The flows felt like channels of air, and if he followed the whispers in the wind to the stream of life. As he focused down on the stream his awareness slowly drove deeper into the ant hill, and suddenly the overflowing wealth of life nearly overwhelmed him. It was like staring into the brightness of the sun, simply and absolutely overwhelming for new eyes.

He drew back with a jerk nearly separating his connection to the force in its new fragile state. He stopped short though, and slowly allowed his consciousness to flow again into the ant tunnel. Expecting the incredible surge of lift as he entered his mind now allowed it to flow over him and through his connection to the force. He kept his awareness unfocused, and simply allowed it to exist in company with the light of the ants life. Unfocused he could feel the pulse of their life an almost touched on their collective consciousness, but kept his own quiet enjoying its presence.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

As his mind became increasingly used to the light of a million tiny lives all in such a close confine he began to slowly pick out paths of light within. While he couldn't sense the individual lifeforms, he could sense the tunnels they force flowed through from the lines of life. Trying to make a mental image out of it wasn't really the same thing though as weaving his awareness though the tunnels of life. He flowed through with the force amongst the life of the ants to their queen. While the stream of ant life was difficult to pull into separate lifeforms she was different.

She was a creator of life, and that resonated from her. She was the center of the collective consciousness, and she was it's heart and soul. She made him more curious as an individual, and he wrapped his awareness around her. To his surprise she seemed to feel his bumbling awareness as it surrounded her. It made her panic at least he could only assume that, as the life in the tunnels suddenly exploded in a frenzy of activity. Swarming around the queen they tried to hunt the invading presence that had brought such unease. Sargon didn't simply pull out of the tunnels though, and instead tried a different route. Letting his presence sit he attempted to find the mind of the queen, and let his own calmness flow into her awareness. He couldn't communicate in words, but he tried instead to rely his intentions in his emotions. His feeling of wonder at the ant's little world, his complete feeling of unity with the small community through the force, and his friendly curiosity at the kingdom just below his hand.

Slowly the ant queen calmed, and even reached her tiny head out towards the direction of Sargon's awareness. For just a moment he felt like he touched her mind with his, and the vast awareness of the colony was simply astounding. Their vast kingdom, and group awareness was completely beyond Sargon's ability to comprehend. With such an incredible awareness they were completely oblivious to the idea of the large alien races that ruled the universe, because in theirs, they were uncontested rulers. It left Sargon feeling small, and alone.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

He'd withdrawn from the ant tunnels, his mind completely humbled by his experience with the ants. With his ability to focus he turned his eye inwards towards his own unique presence in the force. He could feel the signatures of insects crawling with his own their individual presence unique on his own, but slowly he was growing used to seeing the individuals from the mass. He chose not to sink to deeply within his own aura but merely to recognize it as his own, and to attempt to notice each insect as moved onto him.

Slowly he sunk down and simply felt the life and movement around his body. He needed his ability to sense the things around him to become as unconscious as the muscles that kept him breathing. In truth he was completely unaware of the cold of night chilling his flesh, or that he'd laid there nearly the entire night. Slowly though his awareness expanded around him as he felt the life in every blade of grass. He simply laid there, and existed with the life around him, a silent awareness over a small patch of field. Slowly he focused less, and simply allowed the background of life to become part of the tapestry around him, including him.

Finally he opened his eyes to the pale moon lit field around him. The life around him was dim in the background not clearly like sight, and he couldn't feel the individual signatures of a million lights of life. He could however feel the force around him still, and the thousand of paths of life that were like a field of stars around his awareness. There was still one more step to take though before he felt complete in his ability to feel the force around him. His openness left him open to attack by anything that mentally. He would need to find a way to protect his own mind even while being aware of the force around him. the question was how to do it.

The sight blocked out bright light through darkened lenses, to protect your ears one used ear plugs, and to protect the skin one used a glove. The question is which particular method of protection would protect his mind. Could he create a lens that kept certain things out, and others in? A type of plug that only allowed general sensations in, or some kind of layer of protection that someone would need to cut through first. He began to understand how complicated the force was here, but he did have one direct benefit, his ignorance. A man who is told something is impossible believes it, and when taught along a course of lessons they become less inventive in turn focusing on the limits, and never attempting it. With such a consideration he decided to use a combined method to protect himself from mental intrusions.

If he could keep his sense of the force around him to what natural came in he would draw less of an opening to attack. The second stage of defense would be a layer of thin mental protection, a warning barrier so to say. He didn't need to make it powerful, but if he could get a warning before the attack pierced deeply into his mind, he could withdraw his awareness, plug it up so to say. That would protect him from a more powerful attack. Of course this was all a plan in his head, making it happen was a completely different matter.

The first stage seemed simple, but he was loth to give up his connection to the new world around him. It was a necessity though, and perhaps with time his unconscious awareness of the force around him would grow. He let go of all active sensations of the force around him, and simply allowed what awareness flowed into him naturally to occur. It limited his new awareness much more then he liked, but others wouldn't feel his mind searching around. The next part would be more difficult.

To create a barrier in his mind he would need it to be within certain perimeters. It would have to be an unconscious act, and require little focus to maintain it would be useless if he couldn't think while holding it up. Yet it would have to have enough strength to give him time to close off his mind. Closing his eyes Sargon focused on creating a barrier a solid wall of will in the front of his mind. Not a paper thin defense, but akin in armor terms to a piece of thick hide. It could be pierced by a focused attack, but it would require more then a silent probe to go through it. It would be enough to pull his mind inwards, and put real walls up to protect himself.

With focus he created the wall at the front of his mind, but the problem was holding there and focusing on the outside world. It was akin to learning to flex a new muscle, but he had one thing in his favor, disciple. He was a soldier and he'd always been a rather disciplined man in his mindset, now he just had to transfer that to mental aspect. Now that the wall was formed he kept it up with focus, and decided it was a bit stronger then needed. Thinning it to a simple warning wall he found too considerably less notice. His first attempt to take away focus ended in total failure as it simply dropped out completely. Then after a moment he remembered his moment in the ant hill when his mind was hit by the sudden awareness of a million tiny lives. Instead of a solid wall he attempted a simpler option one that would require much less focus.

Instead he decided to simply let the front of his mind a haze of awareness. If it received a strong piercing attack he could withdraw his mind and protect it, but it would also feel a general probing touch. He wouldn't get so much information on what was touching his mind, but it was still much easier to maintain then a full frontal wall. Later when the muscle that was his awareness in the force was strengthened perhaps he could hold such a defense up, but for now it was simply too much. For now at least he felt he had a chance at least if something attacked his mind or attempted to play with it.

Opening his eyes he smiled at the morning sun his body felt odd as he became aware of it again. He realized that was a weakness in itself, and he'd need to learn to focus both on the force and himself. For now though he felt like he'd achieved some solid growth in sensing the force and through it. He had more growing to do in sensing, but it was a good start. As for other uses of the force he'd go on trying to understand it in time, but for today he was finished.