The Purification of Naboo
Thread Creator: Kaz Valnor
Thread Exerpt: Bethany Kismet
The Central Garden
It was a teaching experience. It was a learning experience. A dozen Jedi sat in a loose circle around a single figure, the sound of her voice soft, but carrying well over the rustling of leaves, the song of the wind. Though the garden was quiet, it was not silent, the sounds of life all around them. Some of the Jedi in the gathering had closed their eyes, listening to her voice. Others sat with eyes open, but only barely seeing that which was right in front of them.
"Sentient kind has not woven the web of life," Bethany spoke, her voice weaving them together as surely as the Force did. "We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect. Listen. Let the Force, the life of all living things, move through you." As she spoke those words, she slid within the Force, wrapping each of them in turn in to the Meld, feeling each individual turn toward the group within the Force, and sigh, almost wordlessly....
"Force teach me quiet ~ as the grasses are still with new light." Ryori breathed the words with a quiet steel, a strength and resilence as her mind joined the meld. She offered those same qualities to the meld, and the bond became stronger because of it.
"Force teach me suffering ~ as old stones suffer with memory." The sound of Corrie's voice moved slowly, ponderously and halting, but with a deep solidity that grounded the meld with a sense of the infinite. The timeless.
"Force teach me renewal ~ as the seed that rises in the spring." There was a certain spring in that voice, as Ahote joined his words to theirs. There was a harmony in that light and youthful expression, a playfulness that was lacking but brought the meld up to new heights.
"Force teach me to remember kindness ~ as dry fields weep with rain." Her son's voice was a clear whisper, full of compassion and concern. Rian reached out, taking Corrine's hand, and drawing that resistant mind in to the meld with his, adding the twins and their untapped abilites to them all.
"Force teach me courage ~ as the tree that stands alone." Corrine's voice was stronger than he brother's, stubborn and willful. It bolstered the backbone of the meld that was already supplied by Ryori, as well as drawing a flame of passion higher that had already existed between different members of the meld.
"Force teach me humility ~ as blossoms are humble with beginning." Passion cooled slightly, enveloping them all in that now ever encompassing compassion that had been offered before, reinforced and bolstered as the next Jedi added her words.
"Force teach me acceptance ~ as the leaves that die each fall." Mercureus's deep and solid voice joined them, surprisingly calm and gentle from such a giant of a man. He offered that calm and wisdom, the acceptance of whatever they would find, both in the Web and within themselves.
"Force teach me caring ~ as mothers nurture their young."
"Force teach me limitation ~ as the ant that crawls on the ground."
"Force teach me freedom ~ as the eagle that soars in the sky."
"Force teach me to forget myself ~ as melted snow forgets its life." Bethany's soft tones completed the circle, offering a path she had walked before, the familiarity of what they were about to do. In that same moment, she offered one more gift. The gift of letting go as she opened the circle of Naboo to the gathering.
It was not the first time she had led a group in to the very soul of a planet. She had led nearly forty other Force users in the reclaimation of Caamas, and this was not nearly so strenuous. There was no rebirth here, simply a guided exploration of the web of life of Naboo. She had brought other Jedi, one or two at a time, deep in to the subconscious, living soul of the planet they resided on. Padawans all, they had come out of the experience changed, contemplative, and better understanding of the fact that no action could be taken that would not affect the whole.
Naboo opened like a spring flower beneath their combined consciousness. The sapphire and emerald gem, spinning in the silence of space was not truly isolated, but merely a speck within an enormous web that included every living and dying and birthed and destroyed being in the galaxy. But these Jedi focused for now on this miracle of life that surrounded them. Each would experience something different, some thread that would speak to them deeply, only to then be woven in to the group's consciousness as it flowed through them.
"The forests, they speak," Corrine whispered, the thread from her brother hitting her first. They all saw a flash of green, of laughter, the rough bark of ancient trees harsh against palms and the smell of decaying leaves thick and rich and redolant in their noses.
"The birds in the air, the winds offer guidance," murmured another, and they each felt the joy of flight, the capering momentum of shore birds as they dove and reeled, calling in mournfully joyous tones to eachother.
"The waters live," came another voice in soft awe, "The creatures know the waves, and the waves know them, it speaks their names-"
The sensation of lifeblood waters, cold and crisp and enveloping was shattered by the hard grip of something sinister. One of the children, Bethany couldn't tell which, screamed as a dark, roiling raged through them, choking them, drowning them.
Bethany reached out to the group, gathering them up within the Force. They only touched that darkness for an instant, the barest of heartbeats, but it had violated their circle, ripping like a dull knife in that instant before Bethany forcibly shunted them back into themselves. It was harsh, it was painful, but she had no choice. She cried out, a dozen voices with her as she closed the doors within the Force. Still bound together, still reeling, she slowly started to deconstruct the meld, letting each person go as gently as she could after such an experience. It was exhausting as she lightly unwound each bond.... all but her bond to Corrie. That she left intact for the moment, needing his stability as her eyes opened.
For a heartbeat, she saw out of both of their eyes. Her own flickering about the recovering gathering, his on her. She shook her head, closing her eyes again for a moment.
"What just happened, Master Kismet?"
"I... I don't know," she whispered, slowly trying to stand up, but her legs failed her, knees buckling. "I don't know.... but something horrible has come to Naboo."
"My teaching is not a philosophy. It is the result of direct experience... My teaching is a means of practice, not something to hold onto or worship. My teaching is like a raft used to cross the river. Only a fool would carry the raft around after he had already reached the other shore of liberation." -Bethany Kismet
Name: Bethany Kismet
Affiliation: Jedi Master
Married to C'orringath Ven'traas
Mother of Corrine and Rian
Full Biography: http://thegungancouncil.wikia.com/wiki/Bethany_Kismet