Act 1 Visitor.
I was working on the aquaponic tanks, checking the ammonia levels and acidity of the water and the health of both dragon tilapia, and Water potato. both seem fine the dragon tilapia's fin and scales doesn't seem to be fraying and the water potato, started blooming a few hours ago.
As I continued to work I felt something, and looked back, there on the other side of the ships aquaworks sub sector stood a humanoid turtle.
They were standing up hunched by their great dome like back shell. as a flat shell supported there front, there arms and legs where thick with four fingers earch sharp and pointed.
There neck was thicker than the rest of it's limbs, with a large bald but bearded head with a soft jaw. and its eyes where of lighter green and whites.
"Are you perhaps Elder Greenskies?" I asked the fantasy creature that had only existed in the imaginations of those back home. . . the naturality of its appearance was far from the experimental monstrosities used in the gene-wars.
It looked surprised, no. . . I felt it's surprise like I was communicating with my Vibranty friend. "I am surprise you can see me, this projection was design to not interrupt your dream."
This time it was my turn to have been surprise that he was talking in Unilish the Terran Unions World Language and it seems it's accented slightly? from eastern Greater Hanjia, I think? the way he uses Rs and way of using stressing words was quite the give away.
But his not from earth? "And I'm surprise you can talk in my language so well, I'm kinda disappointed that I wouldn't need to spend years trying to learn yours, like I did with our Vibranty friend."
Before he could reply, I blanked my dream turning the sophisticated intensive aquaculture production chamber in a nothing but a rectangular white room with a two chairs, a table and a set of milk tea and cookies.
"Before we continue let's take a sit and share a drink." I said smiling and giving out my well practice air of being a host that had hosted thousands of events. from the coldest funeral to the hottest orgies.
Act 2 New Friend.
We spoke, he told me what was happening outside. of what our vibraty friend was doing why he came. I also told him somethings about me.
"I'm impress by your control, and your lucidity in your own dream, this is a trained skill in my civilization." I compliment the Human, and the memories the visitor had showed was quite accurate depicting this new races appearance.
From what I learned from the friend visitor these humans are likely another friendly race, but it concerning that one of their members became a void beast those creatures of the void are typically great dangers.
And from how the room had looked before he had cleared his mind, this race must be another Artisan race, specialized in creating physical wonders, like the Vibranty he had named.
How curious to be able to name another race with such accuracy of there core spirit. . . maybe his race can name ours, but that's could wait after I see, that he, as a representative of his race is not holding chaos in his heart.
"Tell me friend. . ." Oh didn't he have a name? I remember visitor told me his race unlike hers, use names like my own.
"You can call me Abyss Elder Greenskies, Our friend gave me the name as she kept showing me the same memory every time she calls my name." I felt a pulse and then a memory of an empty part of space entered my mind, it could have been a black stars implosion site or just an area of space where gravity was so strong that no light can escape it, but no matter the reason it was nothing but a dark, lightless abyss of deep space.
"It is a fitting name." I said as our eyes met and I saw those same unimaginably dark eyes of his that felt like it had seen the death of all things. . . yet there was light within those eyes, that showed even after all those endings, he still kept himself from succumbing, and saw a great creation at the end.
He kept talking of his memories of his world and of his people asking if my race had ever met his before. . . I've been a live for more than 20 thousand years in his people way of counting time, and have traveled using my soul across our galaxy, yet I have yet to encounter his race.
"Sorry Abyss, but even with our "Technology" of being able to project our senses to farther than the Vibranty had travelled, we have not met your race before now." He lost his smile and his polite and kind aura falter for a few seconds before coming back, but deamer this time.
Even tho it was seconds I still felt the sadness and frustration he had been hiding with his mask. . . a very polite race. should I teach him? the thought crossed my mind as we spoke more of ourselves telling each other of our races likes and dislikes and of culture and belief. even a few touches of history.
After a few hours I have decided. "So in our earliest history we where this things called Sahelanthropus tchadensis, basically a mix of what I am now and monkeys and other apes more of leaf lickers and fruiter than true omniverse. . ." he stopped talking as I spoke.
"Do you want to become a disciple of mine? to be thought our "technology" of our psionics, I see potential in you and with it, you might be able to find your race, or atleast not look like a void beast." With that said the room had become more serious as he looked at me thoughtfully, but still with that masked smile, yet it seems to have become a little bit more true.
Act 3 Psionics.
We were both still sitting on the chairs I manifested from dream stuff. but it is surprising that lucid dreaming is part of this psionic base technological path. . . if this one branch what is the other? and is this comparative to learning how to use the internet? or is it merely the first step using the motion of water to power a grinding wheel.
As my thoughts run my guest, Elder greenskies spoke, his lips was beak like, that of a snapping turtle and he spoke by lightly opening them as his throat did all the vocalization. "Now I can't teach you anything substantial in your dreamscape. . . but I can connect you to the immaterial sea."
"What's the immaterial sea?" It sounds important like how we treat electrical power back on my world.
"It is the core of our technological path, are psionics. we tap into a non-physical energy well, using our minds or souls or instincts, and then we become conduits of that energy and shape matter or create matter from that energy." He continued explaining what the material sea was, and how they've used it and how there race had become fully dependent on it. . . some even becoming addicted and cause an told chaos.
Hearing the history of the Elder Greenskies people. . . it makes sense why he was that cautious if I have "Chaos" or evil in my heart. . . for individuals to have been able kill hundreds of thousands of people to consume their souls to power there constructs of war, just to become the ultimate ruler. . . but atleast like my home world, his had eventually found peace.
"After my race had warred with itself for tens of thousands of your peoples years, a prophet had come and showed two new ways of cultivating ourselves, not relying on our instincts but on our minds and spirits." he told me of how instinctual cultivations heightens the beastual nature of those that practice them.
Turning many into monstruos beasts that would do anything for more power, but others had become more in my home worlds term, human, or kinder or greater in passions. and that's how spirit or soul cultivation was born the prophet had developed a method to make the practitioner become more connected with everything to feel and sympathize with every living thing.
But because of how pacifistic that path was even though they can defend themselves against the traditionalists, a new path was needed to end the warring era. and it was the cultivation of the mind of reason. that truly ended the era, for as one cultivates the mind one would become neutral and with this the cultivators of the mind and heart defeated and dispersed those that cultivates the stomach.
"And that's that now which path do you want to take?" I thought about the concepts he told me and remembered an old crash course where student of social science gave a lecture on the three parts of men.
"Wouldn't they all lead to the same path?" That was my question as I understood that those paths would all eventually collide into one path to a goal I had yet to know, but my guess is that it has something to do with that well of energy.
His reaction was a terrifying smile. "Correct, they are all the beginning of a single path, that would eventually let a practitioner to fully embrace and become one with the immaterial sea. becoming a guide to those who practice psionics."
Act 4 Connection.
After a time of being taught the basics of how to establish a connection and what to feel for and what to do when something goes wrong. I started to meditate as Elder Greenskies left me as he needed to update our Vibranty friend on the situation.
I should really come up for a name for her, As elder Greenskies had said, her race doesn't use names for there members, as they fully communicate with memory images and intent. and it would be hard to call her "Bunch of young snake girls playing in a field" When we start talking.
I lost focus again as I came back to my senses, feeling warm, wet, and dark, I was in my egg and I was awake. this was the only time I can create my connection, and not be distracted by my dreams and thoughts.
I was focusing, feeling on the three different energy coursing through me. given to me by the Elder, telling me I can choose my path, I just need to pick and grow it by feeding it with what it hungers for. one was hungrier than the other two. it was hot, boiling in it's greed, yet the most powerful and uncontrollable of the choices.
The next was warm, kind and loving in its pleading to be fed, even tho it has the weakest force of the three choices it holds the most potential, I can feel. and the last one was cold, indifferent of my choice, proud of its existence, it was in the middle in both power and potential yet I can feel It's the only one that if cultivated, would never betray me.
I tried cultivating them all, but as I fed one, there needed emotion and memory, another weakens. . . I have yet to find equilibrium, If my hypothesis is right, I can find a balance with this three gateways to psionic and be able to draw more from the immaterial see than someone who cultivates one of them.
I continued my unprogressive meditation, until I finally found a hint. I used that inner flame, that was actually my revoir of star matter and ignited it, while feeding my mind gate with memories of my early years of learning in old school, classroom. and for some reason the other gates did not weaken.
I continued feeding them more and more of my memories and then I felt the gates shook, there weakening. . . and then after what felt like a decade finally broken my first gate it was the gate of the stomach, of passion and desire. . . I wasn't selective of my memories but my first 30 years was the most carnal and then the gate of the mind opened when my memories reach 50 years I know that was when I was finishing my doctorate in Environmental and Water Resources Engineering.
And lastly at 80 years worth of memories I broke my heart gate, there wasn't any important moments in my 80s that broke it, but an accumulation of a man being as kind as he can in his first lifetime.
I still had three hundred plus more years worth of memories, but I didn't to use them as I felt a new connection, actually it's three more connections inside me, similar to my inner flame. I was right, I mentally, felt through those connections and they all led to the same place. . . the Immaterial sea.