1980, England, Kent, Tunbridge Wales...
What is childhood? What does it mean for each of us? Carefree time? Or is it a battle for your survival? For me, my current childhood is a time of self-discovery, a time of planning my life, a time to create the foundation for magical development and much more. We can rant on this topic for a long time, but let's start from the beginning.
The very first time after my birth I did four things: ate, slept, walked around and thought. Sleep took more time. I understand all those victims who did not want to remember their childhood because of their helplessness. This is not conducive to a healthy psychological state.
All my free time was spent thinking. The brain in childhood is very plastic, as is the personality, so I spent every waking moment on "pumping" my brain.
Through force, every day I delayed the moment of sleep. It's hard, but in turn it has begun to bear fruit. Every day it becomes easier and easier to think. However, there are also disadvantages to this. I started eating a lot more. Breast milk stopped supplying four months after birth. My mother, Sarah, was very scared for me. They took me to doctors, but they all unanimously said that everything was fine with me. Of course it's ok. All nutrients were used for the development of the brain and body.
Oh body! How I hate him. When you can't control your grasp reflex, you can't control the movement of your limbs, the inability to turn your head at first... How incredible it is. Just when you try to move your hand, it hits your eye or the wall of the crib, grabs the wooden bars and that's it. You lie there meditating, trying to control yourself. How it got me. After some time, the body began to adapt. Already at four months I was crawling like a racing car. And at six he could stand on his own.
Vision improved by leaps and bounds. With each awakening I discerned more and more details, learning to see the world anew. It was wonderful.
My parents deserve a special story. I was their first child. They expected that there would be sleepless nights, a sea of screaming and crying, but they were mistaken. I was calm as a boa constrictor. He cried when he wanted to eat or when it was time to change his diaper. Didn't demand attention. And collectively this was another reason for my parents' concern. Another line of doctors began to flow. At first they assumed that I had "emotional dullness" syndrome. But it was not confirmed. I had emotions, but not so bright. I was absolutely healthy. Almost…
What else was interesting in my life? Oh, that moment when I found out that I couldn't use my seventh principle. Here is how it was.
When I was about a month and a half old, I was mentally strong enough to enter a meditative state (at birth I entered the meditation state too abruptly, after which I recovered (that is, slept) much more than usual, plus I had headaches). Basically, when this became possible, I immediately tried to meditate.
Having entered a state of meditation, I immediately began to examine my shells. The first thing that became noticeable was the activation of the first and second shells. Which is logical, since I found a body. If earlier these shells were in suspended animation, now they lived and developed. Prana was just seething inside me. There was an incredible amount of it, which is strange, I thought a larger amount of prana promotes energetic behavior, but this was not observed in me. Will need to think about this.
There were also changes in the third shell. Previously, it had a shape only slightly reminiscent of a human body, but now it began to take on the features of my current container. It seemed to thicken. I dare to hope that the increase in density will entail some advantages.
The fourth shell was unchanged. The fifth remained the same small, but it became more saturated, about one fifth of the original saturation. But the "quantity" of emotions itself was not large; it remained unchanged. All this inspired hope, if not for complete, then at least for partial restoration of emotions.
There was a striking change in the sixth shell. Previously, there were not enough main blocks for self-identification. Now they were there. At the very center of my memory was my name. It was like the main part of the entire system. The name became at the forefront of my entire memory. It was so strongly connected with the other blocks that if you try to break this connection, it will be restored on its own. For me this was a very big reason for happiness. My name also shared memories. All the memories that existed before my birth seemed to have moved away from the memories of my present life. No, don't think, they were not forgotten. Oh no, it was much more interesting. All the knowledge of my past life became like an external cloud. I can reach them at any time and remember everything I need. The response was immediate.
Well, and the recently activated seventh shell. With her everything was more interesting. What is my seventh principle? An interweaving of channels in the center of which there is a mana core. This shell is connected with all six principles of my soul. With some more, with some less.
What is happening now? What happens is that these channels began to "grow" into my body. And it was a natural process. The most interesting thing is that I can't use mana until this process is over... Do you think I didn't try? There were attempts, but as soon as I tried to direct mana beyond the seventh shell, it was as if I was electrocuted. My instinct, which awakened at that very moment, simply howled like a siren, warning of imminent death.
After that I didn't try to approach her. But still, I came up with something. I "gave the command" to my magical principle to first grow into the "brain", that is, into the sixth shell, and make the network of channels throughout the body more developed. And I succeeded. If initially the channels grew chaotically, now most of them have begun to grow into the "brain".
The first channels in it sprouted only by the eighth month of my new life. And it was then that I realized what kind of world I was in.
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Summer 1980, England, Kent, Tunbridge Wells, park...
That day my mother and I were taking a walk in the park. My channels have been sprouting for some time now. However, the mana still accumulated in them and did not go anywhere, but did not harm either. This interested me very much and I spent all my free time watching her. Therefore, I was less emotional than usual. Sarah noticed this and decided to take a walk.
And so we are walking in the park, the weather is sunny outside, the birds are singing, my mother is pushing the stroller in which I am. Nature lives. The foliage rustles from gusts of wind. The trees seem to be trying to capture more sunlight with their crowns. Somewhere there, a squirrel rustles in the foliage, small rodents run through the grass. Beauty.
But then a pack of wild dogs jumps out from around the bend and runs towards us. It was immediately noticeable that the dogs were aggressive. Their appearance did not inspire confidence yet. They were all somehow shabby, there were places with tufts of fur torn out, bony, and greenish saliva was oozing from their mouths. The eyes glittered in the light with an unhealthy light. Or not only in the light?
Sarah saw this, grabbed me in her arms and ran out of there, leaving the stroller in place. But no matter how fast a person is, he will not be able to escape from a pack of dogs; they were quickly catching up with us. Looking back, my mother noticed this, so she tried to cover me with her body in the hope that while the dogs were tormenting her, help would come running to the cries of a request for help.
I watched all this as if in slow motion. I saw dogs jumping on us with open mouths in an attempt to get my mother's body. Emotions were seething and overwhelming me. This was a completely new state for me and I won't say it was pleasant. There was only one emotion in me, fear. The fear is not for myself, I experienced death, I know what it feels like. Fear for the mother. The only thought in my head at that moment was: "I wish I could be somewhere far away from here." And it was at this moment that the mana that was in my body, namely in those channels that sprouted in my "brain," became active. She burst into the real world, "hugged" me and Sarah, and took me away.
The next second we found ourselves in the living room of our house. I saw my father's eyes widening in shock, I heard a pop, symbolizing our appearance here. However, I noticed this only at the edge of my consciousness.
With this thought I passed out...