“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.
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