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It is how my human employer sees it, certainly. For Rook infiltrators, the designation of espionage is more accurate. They do not follow Code and operate under a quasi-military structure, as you see reflected in the spatial representation of their network of seers.
At my bewilderment, he adds,
...the Pyramid.
I am back to looking around the diner.
I don’t understand, I say. How are we here?
Resonance, he sends. It is what we seers do. We resonate with things. Everything has a vibration. Every person, every place, every event. You can see a past event if you can recall its imprint, or if you resonate strongly enough with someone who was present. The future is more difficult. His light body emits a shrug. ...For obvious reasons. Even in the present, imprints change. People change, although usually not enough to fool an experienced tracker.
His light sparks, hardening and softening in waves.
There are exceptions, he adds. These things are very complicated in terms of functionality, Alyson, but the principle is simple. Resonance means things that have the same vibration are drawn to one another. Everything in the Barrier operates thus.
But what is this? I ask, waving a light hand over the diner. Are we on Earth?
Yes, he sends at once. ...And no. Reacting to my exasperation, he adds, It is a level of the Barrier. The Barrier is not material. ‘Where’ has a different meaning here. It is closer to ‘what.’ But we are close to the ‘what’ of Earth. Here, its ‘where’ is less important.
When I want to argue, he cuts me off.
... Simply grasp the basics for now. Your consciousness must learn to split in order to grasp it fully, Esteemed Bridge. All seers must learn to be in two places at once...to hold two views of reality at once. It is normal for us.
Without waiting for my reaction, he sends out a flicker of warning.
One other thing, he says, hovering over a family dining on hamburgers. And this is important, Allie. While it is true that the Barrier is where we seers have the most power, it is also the place we are most vulnerable. When you operate outside of the Barrier, you are invisible, Allie. Powerless, like a human...but untraceable. Inside the Barrier, you can be attacked.
I don’t know what this means, but fear ripples my light.
I look around, half expecting to get smacked out of nowhere.
I feel more than hear Revik sigh. I can tell I’m taxing whatever levels of patience he possesses. He turns his attention to the blurred human lights, and for an instant, I see through his eyes, an eagle’s view of all humans, everywhere.
It strikes me that really there aren’t so many seers, after all.
We have been around for much longer than humans generally believe, he says. In our mythology, humans are the third race. The first is Elaerian...the second Sarhacienne, or Sark, which is us. The third is human. Each race is said to destroy itself at a certain point in its evolutionary cycle, as a means of moving to the next level. Elaerian, the first race, no longer exist outside of the Barrier.
His light turns wistful before he focuses it back on me.
Sarhacienne means “Second” in the seer tongue, he adds. What humans believe to be their earliest civilizations were mainly remnants of ours. Egypt. Mesopotamia. Even parts of the Americas and Europe. It is said we did not have sight before the Second Displacement.
He gazes out over the sea of humans.
We did not notice at first when humans began to appear among the animals, he says.
I am trying to follow his words, but am lost in the images he sends me. I see white stone cities rising and crumbling to dust, chanting seers in caves high in the mountains, the strange, water-like Elaerian with giant glowing eyes and beautiful laughing faces.
We believe a third Displacement is coming, he sends, glancing at me.
Red starbursts color my light veins, changing them to a deeper scarlet. The diner starts to shimmer like smoke, then fade...
...When fingers
At my bewilderment, he adds,
...the Pyramid.
I am back to looking around the diner.
I don’t understand, I say. How are we here?
Resonance, he sends. It is what we seers do. We resonate with things. Everything has a vibration. Every person, every place, every event. You can see a past event if you can recall its imprint, or if you resonate strongly enough with someone who was present. The future is more difficult. His light body emits a shrug. ...For obvious reasons. Even in the present, imprints change. People change, although usually not enough to fool an experienced tracker.
His light sparks, hardening and softening in waves.
There are exceptions, he adds. These things are very complicated in terms of functionality, Alyson, but the principle is simple. Resonance means things that have the same vibration are drawn to one another. Everything in the Barrier operates thus.
But what is this? I ask, waving a light hand over the diner. Are we on Earth?
Yes, he sends at once. ...And no. Reacting to my exasperation, he adds, It is a level of the Barrier. The Barrier is not material. ‘Where’ has a different meaning here. It is closer to ‘what.’ But we are close to the ‘what’ of Earth. Here, its ‘where’ is less important.
When I want to argue, he cuts me off.
... Simply grasp the basics for now. Your consciousness must learn to split in order to grasp it fully, Esteemed Bridge. All seers must learn to be in two places at once...to hold two views of reality at once. It is normal for us.
Without waiting for my reaction, he sends out a flicker of warning.
One other thing, he says, hovering over a family dining on hamburgers. And this is important, Allie. While it is true that the Barrier is where we seers have the most power, it is also the place we are most vulnerable. When you operate outside of the Barrier, you are invisible, Allie. Powerless, like a human...but untraceable. Inside the Barrier, you can be attacked.
I don’t know what this means, but fear ripples my light.
I look around, half expecting to get smacked out of nowhere.
I feel more than hear Revik sigh. I can tell I’m taxing whatever levels of patience he possesses. He turns his attention to the blurred human lights, and for an instant, I see through his eyes, an eagle’s view of all humans, everywhere.
It strikes me that really there aren’t so many seers, after all.
We have been around for much longer than humans generally believe, he says. In our mythology, humans are the third race. The first is Elaerian...the second Sarhacienne, or Sark, which is us. The third is human. Each race is said to destroy itself at a certain point in its evolutionary cycle, as a means of moving to the next level. Elaerian, the first race, no longer exist outside of the Barrier.
His light turns wistful before he focuses it back on me.
Sarhacienne means “Second” in the seer tongue, he adds. What humans believe to be their earliest civilizations were mainly remnants of ours. Egypt. Mesopotamia. Even parts of the Americas and Europe. It is said we did not have sight before the Second Displacement.
He gazes out over the sea of humans.
We did not notice at first when humans began to appear among the animals, he says.
I am trying to follow his words, but am lost in the images he sends me. I see white stone cities rising and crumbling to dust, chanting seers in caves high in the mountains, the strange, water-like Elaerian with giant glowing eyes and beautiful laughing faces.
We believe a third Displacement is coming, he sends, glancing at me.
Red starbursts color my light veins, changing them to a deeper scarlet. The diner starts to shimmer like smoke, then fade...
...When fingers
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