Journal

  In order to more fully understand my Talent, I’m going to record my observations and study it. Here goes.

  Today I sparred—no, danced—with Denten and dropped the curtain. We fought at our full capacities, neither of us holding back. When I let go and just let my Talent reach out, I was in his mind.

  It was like hearing, but he wasn’t saying words, really.

  It was kind of— feelings? Like, I just knew what he wanted or what he was intending? It was a general sense. Impressions.

  That’s the correct word, I had impressions of everything he was doing, wanting, saying to me, and the feelings that went along with it, such as being excited about the match.

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  But there were limits to the information that came across. When he was “talking” about The Art and Practice of Tindin Erotica, I didn’t get images or feelings about what he had done. So, somehow, there’s only so much that comes through.

  Was that his choice or mine? Did he do something to affect the information I got? Was it intention? He didn’t intend for me to know that information, so I didn’t receive it?

  As though, we weren’t going to be talking about it out loud, so we wouldn't be communicating about it mind to mind? Was it an unspoken, unthought agreement on both our parts to not share that kind of information?

  We just did it instinctively?

  There’s so much to explore. When this first started happening, there was nothing I could do to control it or to shut it out. So, did things change because I intended to shut it out?

  And what more can I accomplish if I keep trying these experiments?