Chronicles of Han: Preserving Creata: Part 1: Learning Curve
Chapter Thirty-Three

Has it really been only a week since my life was tumbled upside down?

It felt as if I had lived many lifetimes within this week. If this was the hectic pace my new life asked of me, I could understand why psychics’ bodies gave out so soon. It was incredibly stressful to the body, not to mention the effort to keep oneself in some representation of sanity. The replacement of energy also made a huge dent in your pocket.

*Training to start, Han,* Sensaii interrupted my train of negative thoughts.

I looked at Julie.

She suddenly seemed to be alive with vibrant colour. I could see her aura. She seemed so pure and clean my throat wanted to close with unknown emotion. I consciously closed the sight. The aura disappeared but she still had a halo around her.

I knew now that this was what I concentrated on when I was looking for someone.

I steered my gaze to an old couple walking over a little bridge. I opened my newly found psychic sight and saw them enveloped in a mutual aura, mingled with a myriad of colours swirling out from them and around them. The aura was large.

I became aware of other shapes behind them and slightly in front of them. It was not part of their auras. It presented to me as shadows.

*What are those?* I thought at Sensaii.

*Guides and Guardians,* the answer came.

My sight closed abruptly.

It was a shock to my system. I have always accepted the common belief that all higher entities had spirit protectors, but to see one is to change one’s outlook forever.

My headache was starting up again.

*One or two more,* Sensaii urged. *Concentrate on the plants.*

I looked at the flowers near us. At first I saw nothing and then, slowly, a halo of light started to became apparent around them. The light grew stronger and I started to note individual auras around each plant and then separate auras around each flower. I could not hold the sight and everything returned to normal.

My headache was getting worse.

“Can we go back now?” I asked Tucker.

He nodded and indicated to Julie that we were leaving.

Home seemed kilometers away.

We took it slowly.

At home, Tucker handed me a bottle of tablets.

“For the headaches. Julie said you will experience them if you are anywhere near like the others.”

Julie did not come up to my apartment. She waited at Tucker’s vehicle.

“Thanks. It was thoughtful of her. Tell her thank you from me. I really appreciate what you both have done for me.” I took the bottle from him and closed the door.

After taking some tablets, I retired to my room. I desperately needed some rest if I was to face Head Quarters tomorrow.

I slept uninterrupted for most of the day, loafing a bit over a light dinner, and returned to bed after a relaxing shower.

My body was relaxed and sleep overcame me easily.

I was standing on the edge of a cliff. A huge valley opened at my feet. Desert surrounded me on all sides. I felt utterly alone. There was a high wind and it was picking up. I tried to resist but a gust caught me and ripped me over the edge.

I was falling.

I kept on falling.

I knew this was my dream and I was going to see it through to the end.

Nothing is co-incidental. Everything is on purpose.

I fell for a long time, stopping short from slamming into the grey earth.

I hovered above it for a few seconds before turning myself upright.

It seemed that I was unable to touch the ground within this dream.

Taking my bearings, I recognized New Haven’s mountains. I was at one of the outlook points at the top of the mountain, facing away from the city.

Turning around, I could only stare in horror, a feeling of utter loneliness threatening to choke me.

There was absolutely nothing left of New Haven!

Grey ash lay everywhere, with here and there a shape that might have been a building.

The only thing that could have done this was an explosion of great magnitude.

Slowly, it dawned on me that I was glimpsing into the future. I had been given the opportunity to try and prevent this disaster.

Floating above the earth, I followed what was left of Upper Hill Street to what looked like the point of origin of an explosion or impact.

It was where the city sport stadium used to be.

Strangely, my psychic perceptions did not pick up on any passed over persons, although I knew I was totally opened up as a receiver.

Things might work differently in the possibilities of the future, I told myself.

Settling down on the rim of the crater that used to be the centre of the stadium, I found that I could now touch the earth.

The ash drifted up in small puffs as I slowly walked to what was left of the stands.

The ash settled on my clothes. It was sticky and I tried to brush it off.

Rubbing the ash between my fingers – I was transferred back in time . . . to become one of the spectators.

It was a great afternoon and the home team was in the lead. I looked down at my son standing next to me. This was his tenth birthday. For an instant I remembered the calendar on the wall as he crossed the days off.

Seeing his memory as clearly as the spectator did, I was shocked out of the possible life-memory.

And out of this horrible dream as well.

Soaked through with sweat, the images still swimming in my head, I grabbed the notepad next to my bed and scribbled down the date and the location of the disaster.

Going to the lounge, I retrieved my organizer, quickly scanning forward to the date in my dream.

Thirteen days!

That is all I had to prevent this disaster.

How?

My head was spinning.

Calming myself as best I could, I realized that this was exactly why I went through the accelerated expansion of my body and senses.

All this personal suffering was so I could receive this vision of a probable future for all of us.