Discovery (Science of Psionics Book #1) Dave Renol (famous ebook reader TXT) 📖

As a young girl, I’d had the not-uncommonbrushes with déjà vu, so really this wasn’t too much different. Icould wrap my mind around this, I was sure of it. I slowly loweredmyself down to the close edge of the pool where it started totumble down as the stream which I had followed. I took a drink,then stretched out and closed my eyes, luxuriating in the feel ofthe hot sunlight on my body.

That might not have been the best decision.My brain immediately kicked in and a sense of panic began to growinside me. This was simply not normal. Suddenly, I badly wanted togo back home. I was scared of the implications of what justhappened, and needed the security of my own four walls around me.As soon as my legs felt like they would support me, I started offdown the trail.

I had barely gotten a dozen steps along theway when my feet flew out from under me as I stepped on a slipperypatch of mud. Flailing my arms, I braced myself for hitting therocky ground, but found myself floating a few scant inches short ofimpact. I had instinctively saved myself from the fall by usingthis strange new ability. No longer trusting my feet to a path madetreacherous from the storm, I raised myself to vertical andcarefully floated my way back down.

By the time I arrived back at home I hadcalmed down a bit, although I found that my thoughts were no lesschaotic. I stepped inside, kicked off my boots, and grabbed abottle of water from the fridge. After guzzling about a third ofthe bottle, I put the cap back on and wandered over to the officeto see how Mark was making out with his research.

“Hey babe,” he said, turning toward me as Istepped into the room. “That was a lot quicker than I thought. Ifigured you would be gone until at least mid-afternoon.”

“What can I say; I just flew up themountainside … literally.”

He threw me a sharp glance and said “Soundsfun, but we really should take this slowly and carefully. There’sno telling what kind of danger or cost is involved in doing thiskind of stuff. No work can be performed without using energy ofsome kind.”

“That’s real world physics, and this ismagic. The rules may not apply.”

“I refuse to believe in something thatignores basic laws of nature,” he replied with scorn. “We may notyet know the rules of this stuff, but thermodynamics is universal,and therefore has to somehow apply.”

“By definition, laws of nature cannot applyto that which is unnatural,” I countered.

“All systems follow rules, and I refuse tobelieve that psionics, however unnatural they may seem to us now,don’t follow at least similar rules to that which we know. We justhave to figure them out.”

“Well genius, figure this one out,” I said,and then related to him my experiences up the mountain and how theyso closely mirrored my dream.

He sat still for a minute with a look of deepconcentration on his face before turning back to his computer andpulling up a website that he had bookmarked. After the site loaded,he scrolled down a few pages, and then paused to read. He noddedhis head after a moment, and then scrolled the web page a bit morebefore pausing to read again.

Finally turning back to me, he said “Thefirst part, dreaming about what you would do before it happened,would appear to be clairvoyance or precognition. Also in there,would probably be telepathy with the deer, or animal mind speech tobe more specific.” He thought for a moment. “This would mean thatour abilities are not just limited to the kinetic lines ofpsionics, but are of a much broader spectrum.”

“Oh good,” I said with heavy sarcasm coloringmy voice. “I do so hate to be limited to the same boring oldstuff.”

“The disturbing part,” he continued unfazed,“is that you have demonstrated multiple times that you are usingthe ability without conscious thought. You dreamed the events ofthis morning while still asleep, as well as levitating. You alsocalmed the deer without trying, and you stopped yourself from afall.” Pondering a moment, he said “I guess that I used it likethat as well, when it first happened with the coffee cupfalling.”

“Out of all that happened to us today, why isthat the most disturbing part?”

“It bothers me more not that we can dothese things, but that we can do them subconsciously. Trying topretend that these powers don’t exist won’t work. Sooner or laterwe would do something by reflex and the secret would be out. Ifwe’re out in public and get startled, we might automatically reactand do something stupid. We’ll need to discuss that in more detaillater, but for right now, my gut instinct is to tell nobody aboutthis unless we’re both completely sure they can be trusted.”

“Yeah, I don’t particularly relish thethought of being called psycho or freak. What do you think our nextstep should be?”

“I think we should spend some time trying tocarefully figure out the limits of what we can do. We should workon mastering control of the abilities, but slowly in case it’s likeworking a new set of muscles. Perhaps after that, we could try toperform a few of the other psionic abilities on the list that Icollected from my searches. Then we can decide what we want to doabout sharing our secrets.”

“Sounds like a reasonable plan, when do westart?” I asked.

“Give me fifteen minutes or so to finishlooking through these last few links that I have open, and then wecan give it a go.”

“In that case, I’ll go put together somelunch for us.”

“Just make sure to do it by hand,” headmonished. “We need to be logical and thorough before we dosomething we might regret.”

I stuck my tongue out at him as I turned towalk away, but I silently agreed with him. I wasn’t totallyconvinced that the dangers he was worried about were real, but Itrusted his instincts. They had served him well for all the yearshe was doing research and development up in Canada.

I quickly put a substantial lunch plattertogether for us consisting of sandwiches, fruit, a