Journal: Object Permanence

[Leyrah]

This is a private journal belonging to Lord Leyrah Sendahl, and knowledge within should remain unknown and unavailable unless otherwise specified.​

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The Force Resides in All Things

Just because you cannot see it, does not mean it is not still there.

A long time has passed since last I put my thoughts down on paper. Back when, as a littler Sith, I had to organise my thoughts throughout and around the matter of sorcery as it did not come as easily to me as it did the rest.

So it is with this new hunt, a chase I have always wanted to pursue but found myself with my hands tied behind my back: sworn to secrecy by a Lord who will not teach. So, as I did with sorcery, I will teach myself. I will forge my own way and carve the secrets out of flesh and bone if I so have to.

Which is what I will do, as I drag a newlyfound creature into my grasp, and to understand the path of this skill from its very flowering foundations. Like watching a plant grow, to understand how it functions - or knowing the stone before you drive a chisel into it for sculpting. Where you stand and begin matters as much, if not more, than how it was molded later.

Before even writing this, I reached for the first time in a long time, as far back as I could - until the feeling of memory and the thread of the Force was so thin I could no longer grasp at it. Such a little piece of armour, yet it holds suffering and malice, thrill and joy. All from a thimble's worth of metal.

It feels like an appetizer. A tease. I know there is more beyond, but the more I reach, the thinner it becomes.

 

[Leyrah]

The Future of the Past

While I have not yet gathered the subject of my desired study, conversations as of late have brought some curiosity and interest to what has been, what is, and what may yet be.

I am no student of precognition beyond what is necessary, like that of my Master - but will his skill with seeing the future plague his children as it does him? What mark will they bear of what their family line holds, what blessings and what curses are carried by blood?

Were I to carry on my legacy, would my child see what I see when they touch what has been touched by those strong of emotion - would they need to carry gloves as I do with littler hands, not knowing the power and danger they uncontrollably wield?

Dartovi m'tye ziur kam Nu ziur, dar dabar?

 

[Leyrah]

The Uninitiated

The subject of study has been collected but time has sped along with other matters, so I have yet to truly sit down and collect what they know of their skill. Perhaps for the better, so that they can settle in and answer without horror and fear through their bones - after all, it seems they believe they are here for another purpose altogether.

Still, in learning other skills such as probing the mind of others, I have found that there is a small degree of overlap in seeing the past and another's mind. It is easy to get lost in experiences, difficult to find your way around, and pulling strings is as difficult for both.

One has to have a clear purpose in mind in what you are after, or the river will take you where-ever it may want to lead, and most of these corners are unpleasant if not outright dangerous. The further back, the more secrets you hunt, the more resistance you face.

Just like water, if you move upriver, the stronger the current that will push you back. The path is to find a way onto the bank, or underneath the water entirely? It remains to be found out.

 

[Leyrah]

Back to Basic...

Long have I sat watching this new research subject try to use the power we both have in common. He is young and confused, and does not seem to know what I want. Which is, in a way, sort of the point.

I have not tested him with any particularly strong items, but still he has gotten glimpses. I did not realize how much he struggled with the Basic language when he tries to elaborate on what he saw, how it felt, and how he thinks it is used. What did I expect from an older teenager, but "I just sort of do it," and "it just sort of happens"?

Still, when I draw my senses towards him when he focuses on what he touches and what he experiences, the connection between him and the object is intrinsic. It is as if he holds a cup of tea and thinks nothing of the material of the mug itself, or the intricate details sculpted unto the clay. To him, it is simply a cup that happens to be warm.

It is deeply infuriating to watch; I have half a mind to grasp his hands and claw his fingers into the items I hand him, so that he understands the relevance of this gift! But it would defeat the purpose. His ignorance makes me need to hold back my violent and wrathful wants, to hold back the desire to simply dig into his mind with my own and take the understanding for what it is...

But that will tell me nothing, I must remind myself every time. I cannot take what he does not have: understanding. Despite much wanting it for myself.

So I observe, wringing my hands with impatience. I see the thin threads of the Force be pulled towards him without him even knowing how. I try to imagine the imprints of the objects he holds, to try to truly see how it touches the world around it.

Yet it is if I am a young, blind Sith all over again, incapable of making out details of the world so obvious to others. It is as if something is in the way.

The veil that hides the details bring fire to my chest... and some terror. What lies beyond?