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(…) I have taken the time to describe in some detail my image – analogous image – of the Force. A river of time pushed about by sentient choice and egged on to an infinite sea by the march of nature. Death salts the river, though natural – it only causes problems when it occurs beyond nature, often as-exemplified by the damage caused by reckless practitioners of darkness.

With my previous analogy in mind, what is fate – or as I put it, what is tendency? How does it represent the phenomena of future sight, or psychometry?

Psychometry first, as it is the simplest if most abstract concept. If you do not know what psychometry is, consider it reverse-vision; you embrace the past of something you physically touch so completely as to feel it yourself. A natural talent, usually; I do not possess it, though I have made some progress in teaching myself.

As I explained previously, when emotion rules in a particular moment or strings of moments the river of time is violent or fast. Rapids, whirlpools. These can be heard, in theory, even when you have already gone past them. The more violent, the faster they are, the clearer they are. Hence psychometry; the farther into the past (the further up the river), the dimmer the image. Equally, the more intense the emotional experiences, the brighter the image. These two aspects in balance determine the strength of a psychometric vision.

Why then is it so different from future sight – why must the practitioner experience the emotion as if it were their own?

Because that is all that is left of the past in the force. Tranquility, harmony, peace; these are absences. Relaxing absences, but absences none the less. Echoes of strong emotions – fear, love, fury – these are the things that leave indelible, palpable marks on people – on things. On the river of time itself. The psychometric practitioner wades up the river and experiences that emotion for what it truly was for themselves; this is why it is so dangerous. I don’t doubt that experiencing someone’s death throes for yourself could kill an unprepared practitioner.

As for why it is almost only a natural trait, I am not entirely sure. My analogy serves to explain why it is so hard to learn; you turn and try to fight against the current of time to cast your senses back beyond the veil of the present. At that, you may push without much effort through the periods of harmony but when you reach that you can read – the surges of emotion – you could easily be swept back down to the present before you ever truly experience it.

Naturally occurring talent is random but likely genetic. Talent with the Force – specific talents, as well – can be inherited. My parents were both phenomenally good at using their force-sight beyond the norm, even though they were not exceptional cases of force sensitivity. These are natural talents I suspect are connected to the composition of the brain, particularly whatever part of it (I freely admit I do not know which that is) represents the processing and control of the Force; if there even is one. There is no sensible analogous form of this talent.

Or is there? Perhaps they are born with a speed-boat in the mind that has a convenient hatch in the bottom to stick their head through and immerse themselves upriver. What an amusing image.

So that is psychometry, the perception of what has already happened by finding your way back to it and living it for yourself. Now. Seeing the future, farsight. Skills I embrace under the moniker of ‘vision’. This is where tendency comes into play.

The river of time has a natural course that you can try to predict. A far-seer like myself finds this a natural talent, even when it is muddled by sentient choice it possesses a certain degree of reliability. It is key for any far-seer, no matter how skilled, to acknowledge that what they see is a tendency; a likelihood, something that the universe and the people within it will probably cause. The phrase ‘the future is always in motion’ refers to the fact that it is never certain until it happens, at which point it is fixed. Plotting a mental image of the river’s progression by casting your senses forward alongside it, feeling the speed of the flow and the life flourishing around it.

Or the salt that floods the water as life perishes around it.

All of my visions in recent years have been… Trying, as I’ve mentioned before. I immerse myself in the river of time and imagine its course, and every time it led to a dry, lifeless wasteland. The riverbanks were jagged and sharp from clashes of ferocious anger, the ground was salted and dead from massacres of disproportionate scale. In this, when I dream, that is what I feel. Death. It is a sobering experience. Yet the river flows on, and life still flourishes from place to place. Glimmers of hope.

I saw one such glimmer when I was at the precipice of remaining on Voss or returning to the galaxy. I saw a room. Shadowed silhouettes moved through it hand-in-hand with shimmering figures, and I felt an eye upon me – a bizarre sensation, given it was a vision – an eye I believe belonged to Sana-Rae. The Voss remain understandably unwilling to credit me with the responsibility associated with a Mystic’s sight, but that is fine. Their culture has survived without outsider visionaries. Surprisingly, I was allowed to go, to follow. An occurrence I will do my utmost not to squander.

Operating in such a clandestine fashion is not natural to me. I travel at such great lengths, in such inefficient patterns and with such strange destinations to mask my intentions and true destination. But it is in this path I saw the light of the future, the life that could be if I went to it and did whatever small part I could to nurture it.

It is the only future worth fighting for. Why live a life, if not to nurture the life that comes after? (…)