“It’s similar to the meditation we will be learning this week, only there training will be more intense. I thought that this might get me through it,” Jack hadn’t even looked at him yet, but had seemed to look through him.
“It’s been an amazing two weeks, I can’t imagine what it will be like in six more,” Ward wasn’t what else to say.
“I probably won’t make it all the way through,” and before Ward could say anymore Jack raised a hand, “That’s just fine, my ancestors believe I’m here for another reason,” and with that he was quiet. Ward sat there for a few minutes. He realized that the fire was less of a fire and more like incense. Taking a deep breath he focused on the scents coming from the sticks.
“Nice,” Ward couldn’t help it. He sighed as breathed out and relaxed.
“It’s going to be a hard week for all of us, but for some of us,” and Ward knew instinctually who Jack was talking about, “we will see hell.”
“A little over the top don’t you think?” Ward couldn’t help himself as he closed his eyes and took in the spicy sweet smell again. It seemed to take away the stress, doubts, and draw out all of the fear and tension as if expelling puss from a wound.
“You’re welcome to join me in the mornings and then you can tell me if my statement was exaggerated on Friday,” and with that the conversation was over.
By Thursday Ward was beginning to understand. They had sat in class after class, hour after hour on how to meditate. Then they had been put in a room for increasing times each day. He wished he could tell someone what the room looked like inside, but he had been blindfolded on the way in and then once the door was closed it was darker than the dark side of the moon inside. Temperature was under someone else’s control, as well as the conditions inside the room like fresh air. After a few minutes to assess what the situation was he came to the conclusion that this was some type of sensory deprivation room. They were supposed to put what they learned to work inside the room. He had tried to sense to see if anyone was near at first and found nothing and no one so he got busy meditating. At first it was easy, then as the time in the dark room increased it got harder. Today, tomorrow, and Saturday there were no more classes. In fact, at eight this morning they would be locked in what he now called the dark room to six in the morning on Sunday. Ward was beginning to think that this was also some sort of modified SERE military training. It was no secret that if they were able to read minds as promised, then the types of training they would need would be endless. Today’s activities were nothing more than separating those who could and those who couldn’t use the meditation skills to survive. Better they do this now than to get create a bunch of mind readers they couldn’t use.