LiTTLE CHERiNE Book 02 - post253

She bent her tiny golden head and whispered what felt like a prayer, “I love you Robert, please come back.” Her words were echoed, even if silently, by all of us.

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To remain our protector, even with Rob to help him, our protector has been forced to grow more aware and thus, more intelligent. For instance, an attack was in the form of making us lose our sense of direction. Since the one direction we knew we must not take is towards the outside, through the main door, that was the direction our messed up senses took us. The protector immediately realised our actions are not normal, ordered us to stop, to stand still, and then it sent a Sparkler to the mind affecting us. We mentally held our breath for the next few days, expecting the spider to hit back at us.

Last night I took a book to Robbie's office and sat reading for an hour. I then forced my body to relax and tried to meditate. I cannot think clearly when I am stressed by fears of my imagination and I feel I owe it to all I love that I step back for a moment and try to see whatever truths fear is so effective at hiding from us.

When I sensed everyone gathering for breakfast, I joined them. I did not need to ask to speak, for they all sensed the changes in me and were curious. I first ate my toast, drank some fresh passion fruit juice (we grow it in our garden, in a small protected area), and knowing that if I have to, I can now withdraw for the rest of the day if I feel embarrassed, I gave a tentative smile and there was a sudden silence (thanks to Cherine mentally shushing them). It is not necessary to say so, but I’ll repeat myself, Ordinx and Solomon are constantly with us, so they were part of my audience.

“I’m going to speak aloud, as I don’t mind being overheard if they can hear us. Protector, if you can spare some of your attention, I would like you to listen, as you are likely to know best of all of us if my suppositions are wrong.

Robert has mentioned that he believes the spider is ancient, that he or she has been in power for a long time. I wondered just what such a truth could mean for us and what conclusions I can draw about him from those truths.

As Perikli has told us, he knows that they are able to move their center of awareness to the bodies of children. The spider would not concentrate on acquiring such an ability just for the purpose of rewarding his strongest leaders. He must have first needed it for himself - and only then seen the value of doing the same for those who serve him well, without divulging the source - or door as we call it - or teaching them the power.

Are we to believe that he does not have a healer? The just mentioned facts would seem to indicate so, but I think we would be better off taking for granted that he does have a healer, after all, it does seem to be the most basic gift of all, even animals having it to some degree. Assuming I am right, why then has he the need of the bodies of children?

There are at least two answers - possibilities - to the question that come to mind. Either he has not thought of using his healer to rejuvenate himself, or does not believe he can, and therefore his healer cannot, or else, he can and does not use bodies of living children for himself, he only pretends to do so as a ruse, as he does not wish to offer the same benefit to those under him, as they could then feel they no longer need him.

Examining writings about psychic abilities, even those from periods before Christ, though the ability to use the energies of the body to heal are often mentioned, even for healing others, I have not read of the healer becoming a personality the person can communicate with. I suspect that without such a partnership, it is not possible to maintain the same constant level of peak health we have and thus, the body cannot be rejuvenated at will - as it was with Robert in the beginning, when he could not communicate with his healer.”

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Perikli exclaimed, “Samantha, these are not things the spider should learn from us!”

I sensed everyone agree with him, so I asked Cherine, “If Robert were here, how would he answer?”

Cherine’s face paled, but she answered me, “He would insist that sharing information is always to our advantage - Sam, this is so important…if they are spying on us and they can achieve all we can do, this war will never end.” I sensed the entire roomful of hearts agree with her.

I do not have the right to force my beliefs on others, especially when not even one other agrees with me. I mumbled, “Then we’ll continue the discussion mentally.”

The protector took on the form of a man, somewhat like Robbie in appearance. “May I speak?”

We were all too awed to answer, so it was Candy who did. “You look like Robert! Why do you have to ask to speak, aren’t you a part of him?” We each gave each other embarrassed looks and the protector must have felt how we all agreed he speak, so he did so.

“I often disagree with Robert, especially when I feel he is placing my charges in danger. I have not been proven right very often, so I have come to the conclusion that my blind instincts, as created by Robert, are not my most dependable tool for providing the best protection. As I assume you can deduce, this leaves me feeling confused and often troubled. Now Samantha has taken a stand in accordance with what Robert has declared he believes and even Cherine does not agree with her. Cherine, my instincts demand of me that I agree with you, but should I?”

Cherine was silent for a long time and nobody dared speak, all of us waiting - willing to wait for as long as she needs. Us girls sensed her share from Dommi, but I felt she was not sharing her ideas, her opinion, she was reaching to find the courage she needed. She had been looking down at her hands in her lap and she looked up and there were tears flooding her eyes.

“No, you should not.”

“Thank you Cherine. I do not agree with all of you and I support Samantha. She must continue to speak aloud. As protector, I am trying to ensure you have full privacy, but if they can hear her, then it is because Robert would want them to learn from us. Samantha, I would suggest that creating a healer of our kind…,” he gave me a self-conscious smile, “requires an openness, a willingness and need to share. I do not think you can teach them how to create a healer personality.”

It was as if a sunbeam lit up my mind and I stared at him ecstatically as his form faded. Cherine, as usual, peeked and her face lit up also. This time we shared with all and our communication was mind to mind, because it also needed to be heart to heart. We had not realised that having the kind of healer we have is only possible if we are willing to give up some of our autonomy and depend on it, giving it our full trust. I can see how a spider could never share his powers with a protector or healer. It is thanks to our Robbie that we are like this - not Cherine as we’d assumed. No one was happier to learn this than our own Cherine.

I guess it had to be Perikli, so it was him who prompted me, “Please continue, Samantha.”

Jonathan asked, “Is it possible the protector is wrong? What convinces it that the spider cannot even share some of his powers with a power that is a part of him?”

Dommi answered, “You’ve all seen how the healer of Robert has messed with his mind and used its powers to frighten Robert whenever it felt it was justified. Can you really see the spider sharing such powers with a part of himself he has little control over?”

Alki added, “I’ll ask a question so as to highlight what is being said. When the spider learnt about us, surely it must have felt contempt for us when it learnt what our powers and gifts are based on? Don’t we see that attitude among all strong and practical people, that they feel contempt for the dreamers, for the tree huggers, as the Americans call them? What if the spider had approached us with an offer - use your healer to keep me healthy and young and I will not interfere with your group, as a matter of fact, if you are ever threatened, I’ll do what I can to protect you. How would we…how would our Roberto have reacted?”

I nodded. “It is not important how Robert would have reacted, what is important is that the spider did not make an effort to win us over.” I gave a half-laugh. “There doesn’t seem to be much I can say about healers, after what we’ve just learnt. However, it may be worth examining how not having our kind of healers would affect someone who otherwise possesses enormous psychic powers. The question is only relevant in the context of the spider learning about the Cherinians and about our healers.

Imagine that you are feeling like a god; you are the tip of the greatest advance of evolution for the last ten thousand years…and then you learn that evolution betrayed you, creating other mutants with powers you do not have - the most important being the one that enables them to stay young for as long as they want, or at least, so it seems. Would you want them wiped off the face of the Earth? Does that explain why the first attack was an overkill? A missile that would not even leave our atoms in a recognisable form to share this planet with him?”

Themi smiled. “You are making sense, Samantha.”

So Claudia added, “For once.” Everybody laughed, including me.

As soon as everyone had sobered a bit, I continued, “The spider must have known that it is only Robert who can fight back, for he concentrated on getting rid of him. Then he discovers we have another Robert. He knows the one with us is an alternate and without the powers our Robert exhibited, so he must be sorely puzzled. How is it we can still fight off his troops and how are we able to continue to paralyse them, blocking their powers? Something else we have not given much thought to, the spider did not gather his group of psychics so as to fight us. He must have found them useful over the years and grew them into the thousands so as to control governments and large corporations. Is his control slipping? Have they realised yet that he can no longer control them, or are they bluffing and habit of thought keeps them in control while their master tries to get rid of us?

Solomon, Ordinx, if he is reading a copy of our diary, he knows about you and must be trying to find powers for attacking you. I suggest you keep an eye on souls from Earth while they visit the void. Anyone who shows awareness, it might be a good idea to follow them back to their bodies, for checking on who they are and whether they are part of the spider organisation.”

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I know that I did not contribute any new ideas, but by analysing the situation in a way that hopefully makes sense, I think it becomes possible to think of our enemies as people with problems and weaknesses, instead of them being just a nightmare, faceless monsters we don’t want to think about. After I finished talking, I was pleased by the way everyone discussed my ideas and ideas of their own and I think the anxiety levels within the house must have dropped by a few degrees, making life more tolerable for all of us.

Elia phoned a catering company he has often used and asked for a meal to be prepared for us, chose the courses and consulted with Charlie as to what Chinese foods they would like to eat and we are having our big meal tomorrow - though the catering people are upset that we will not allow their waiters to enter. We’ll take over their trolleys at the front door. Our request is unusual, so Elia had to offer to pay something extra, including compensation for anything damaged. Six of the adults will revert to adults for receiving the food and, if our protector feels he can cope, the rest of the adults will revert to adults for the meal - so that they can enjoy some wine and brandies afterwards. Elia told those who were worried about doing this, that it is a good way for us to fight back and Alki backed him.

Our feast turned into a bit of a party last night. It wasn’t a joyous party, just a nice relaxed party, with the occasional sad patches when we forgot ourselves and thought of how much we miss our Robbie and Aganthi. Irene was a sweetheart and did her best to make everyone feel good.

Today would be a good day for Meli to continue with her story - I guess she must be feeling very nervous, as we learnt that Ordinx has been passing on her tellings and all the Anadir Worlds are now waiting for the next episode.

“Once Akleet and Reveena had rejoiced, shown each other their love, without mating, Akleet found himself wondering about the slow-island. He felt that the gravity is not right, perhaps a tenth of a percent too light. Reveena agreed, but she was not concerned, certain he would arrive at the correct answer. While he struggled with finding a way to reconcile what is with what should be, she examined the plants which resembled the food plants of their island. She could not smell, taste or feel - texture and so on - any differences, and since she did not want Akleet risking his wellbeing by testing the plants, she nibbled at a few of them and then waited for negative effects. After twenty minutes she nibbled at another two plants and, finding some tsit-tsit eggs, she popped a few. These were the first foods to taste different, so she waited. Once she was convinced there would be no ill effects, she gathered a meal for Akleet and herself. Even though she took the trouble to give him detailed information about the food being local and of her precautions, he did not pay any attention and ate his food mechanically, still absorbed by the gravity difference.
“The only answer I can find, Onn-Revee, to explain the slighter gravity, is that this island must have many bubbles of air within the ground, reducing its mass.”
“That could be useful. If they are deep and big enough, we could use them as storage space for our harvests, without having to waste energy creating them.”
“There are many kinds of plants, yet I do not recall seeing any rivers or lakes.”
“Where do the clouds come from?” Then her practical streak took over. “First we choose the site and create a shelter for us, then we gather food and then we worry about the clouds…well, while we gather, we can note where there are swamp plants. Under them we’ll find water.”
As she searched and gathered, Akleet silently followed her, lost in his thoughts. Reveena asked a question and when he did not reply, she turned to look at him. There was nobody behind her. She called out and then, afraid for the first time, she ran back the way they’d come. She reached the place she had last talked with him and then retraced her steps, trying to identify places where his path diverged from hers, but the ground was too softly covered with resilient plants that do not easily break or bruise. That night Reveena did not sleep and by morning she was weeping, convinced something must have killed him.

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