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blueskyingIt's rocky and cool here, and I'm wearing a breath mask. An armored alien stands comfortably in front of me and my son(!!), holding a device and stroking it with its six long green tongues. As it - as he - does so a pleasant human voice emanates from the device.
"Jacen Solo was very strong in the Force, which is why we agreed to instruct him. We believe that he had been sent to us to learn, just as Jorj Car'das was, just as you were. We taught him that one does not need to be Force-sensitive to use the Force. We taught him the understanding of how our vessels move instantly from place to place-how even as simple a thing as a rock or a tool can be moved so." He points at a pebble on the ground with a small, clawed hand.
There's a soft pop as it disappears and reappears at my feet. Both of us humans startle.
The alien - he's a monk, he's our friend - continues. "Perception is all, if it is powerful enough. I saw the rock here, and not there, and here it is. It is difficult to convince the mind that it is so, but once you have mastered and understood that? It is supremely simple."
My son stoops and picks up the stone, turning it in his fingers, letting it rest in his palm. It's completely ordinary. Neither of us speak, but I can feel his wonder.
"Jacen Solo was able to learn this quickly," Tadar'Ro - the alien - adds. His sense is strange, I can only read so much. "I will teach this to the both of you. Hopefully your minds will grasp it as quickly as Jacen Solo did."
Jacen Solo is(was?) one of my nephews(!!), and I can't examine all the associations of guilt and betrayal and sorrow there, because I didn't stop to think about them at the time.
"Jacen Solo was very strong in the Force, which is why we agreed to instruct him. We believe that he had been sent to us to learn, just as Jorj Car'das was, just as you were. We taught him that one does not need to be Force-sensitive to use the Force. We taught him the understanding of how our vessels move instantly from place to place-how even as simple a thing as a rock or a tool can be moved so." He points at a pebble on the ground with a small, clawed hand.
There's a soft pop as it disappears and reappears at my feet. Both of us humans startle.
The alien - he's a monk, he's our friend - continues. "Perception is all, if it is powerful enough. I saw the rock here, and not there, and here it is. It is difficult to convince the mind that it is so, but once you have mastered and understood that? It is supremely simple."
My son stoops and picks up the stone, turning it in his fingers, letting it rest in his palm. It's completely ordinary. Neither of us speak, but I can feel his wonder.
"Jacen Solo was able to learn this quickly," Tadar'Ro - the alien - adds. His sense is strange, I can only read so much. "I will teach this to the both of you. Hopefully your minds will grasp it as quickly as Jacen Solo did."
Jacen Solo is(was?) one of my nephews(!!), and I can't examine all the associations of guilt and betrayal and sorrow there, because I didn't stop to think about them at the time.
