Post by Dr. DuPont on Sept 11, 2013 23:16:10 GMT -8
It was a bit slow this evening. Though, weekdays were never the most popular days to attend Sanctuarium. The sitting area was filled with small pockets of people from all walks of life, or lack there of.
His mind wandered between some of the problems at work, the newcomers to both the business and the area, and of how the different groups were dealing with each other. He paused to think more closely about Eric. About his struggles to find a place and of his money troubles. He had done the math while at the table, even if he had thought it acceptable he knew that until Eric changed his behavior it would only be a matter of 17 months before he would be in nearly the same debt again. He felt a little sorry for Eric, for the boy had been told that he was gifted with Mind and a curiosity of the Hermetics. But he had not been told that he was still too blind to see his reflection, let alone a world of wonders and mysteries. Eric prides himself on his eyes, even if he calls them a hassle. Perhaps it is his overly developed physical sense that prohibits him from seeing that which he does not perceive? My closing his eyes, ears, and all other senses would be begin to truly perceive the world around him. Or at the very least would he glimpse himself.
His thought drifted again to the woman who was also going though a crisis of the mind. She has already awoken, but the lids of her conscious mind are heavy and disinclined to respond. She struggles through a half-sleep, but there is something more. She seems unduly skittish. It is possible the others are attempting to force feed her "everything" she needs to know. They could be violating a mental space boundary? It would be nice to help her if the others would simply stop circling her. It is almost as if they seek to prey upon her or push to bind her into their Tradition.
His thoughts are interrupted by the sound galloping arm chairs and grunting. Letting out a heavy sigh, Dr. DuPont rises and move across the room to tend to the mess of a creature now tangled in furniture.
His mind wandered between some of the problems at work, the newcomers to both the business and the area, and of how the different groups were dealing with each other. He paused to think more closely about Eric. About his struggles to find a place and of his money troubles. He had done the math while at the table, even if he had thought it acceptable he knew that until Eric changed his behavior it would only be a matter of 17 months before he would be in nearly the same debt again. He felt a little sorry for Eric, for the boy had been told that he was gifted with Mind and a curiosity of the Hermetics. But he had not been told that he was still too blind to see his reflection, let alone a world of wonders and mysteries. Eric prides himself on his eyes, even if he calls them a hassle. Perhaps it is his overly developed physical sense that prohibits him from seeing that which he does not perceive? My closing his eyes, ears, and all other senses would be begin to truly perceive the world around him. Or at the very least would he glimpse himself.
His thought drifted again to the woman who was also going though a crisis of the mind. She has already awoken, but the lids of her conscious mind are heavy and disinclined to respond. She struggles through a half-sleep, but there is something more. She seems unduly skittish. It is possible the others are attempting to force feed her "everything" she needs to know. They could be violating a mental space boundary? It would be nice to help her if the others would simply stop circling her. It is almost as if they seek to prey upon her or push to bind her into their Tradition.
His thoughts are interrupted by the sound galloping arm chairs and grunting. Letting out a heavy sigh, Dr. DuPont rises and move across the room to tend to the mess of a creature now tangled in furniture.