4. Marsea | The Mistress of the Honones

Pedro met Marsea in The Mirror Room: The Present.

Pedro opened his eyes. The walls were surfaces appearing and disappearing like mirrors emerging and collapsing. It was the inside of a shape-shifting room or box, feeling like it was the inside of a dynamic polyhedron. Sometimes the faces multiplied to almost a 100-sided polyhedron or zocchihedron (sphere). But then, the faces are reduced to a square, a die, or an icosahedron (20-sided polyhedron). Each face was a mirror that sometimes coincided with an opposite face, like an entrance and an exit. The reflection on each other caused that effect and feeling of infinity, just like when you stand between two mirrors.

“What is this? Where am I?” Asked Pedro in joyful amazement. A woman was floating in front of him, floating with elegance and no effort. Her cinnamon skin contrasted with the white dress. Around her were tiny floating lights that appeared and disappeared. She looked at Pedro in appreciation. Pedro felt a warm welcome.

“Hello, Pedro. I am Marsea, a friend from another place. Welcome to the mirror room.” Said Marsea.

“See, each opposing faces are your past and your future. Every time you change your perspective on this side, your past, you change the story you tell yourself. And thus, it changes your future on the opposite face. Now, the present doesn’t exist. It’s ephemeral. The beauty of this place is that it exists outside of time, only in space. In this room, humans can sense. In this polyhedron, as you can see, you are neither in the past nor in the future. You are only here.” Explained Marsea in a friendly tone, trying to get Pedro to understand.

“We know this here as the present or the now. But, again, at this point, there is no time, only reality. In other words, when you are here, you are not in your mind or your thoughts. That is great! Congratulations on this achievement, Pedro!” Marsea spoke enthusiastically.

Pedro felt when one enters into a creative flow by doing something one loves. Like sports, painting, or dancing. He felt strange but happy. As if being there was already a challenge overcome. He felt abundance without concern. He smiled at Marsea.

“I like climbing. It feels very similar to when I climb. It is like being one with the environment… But what is that?” So asked Pedro as he pointed to one of the faces where one of the lights around Marsea shone brighter than the others and moved inside as if it suddenly had chosen to do that, and a few others followed. It was similar to when the dust is lighted by the sunshine entering a small window in a dark room.

“Feel this wind, look into that mirror,” Marsea said to him as she invited him towards a flow of particles. Some of them pierced her hands, but Pedro stepped in between the particles the instant. He saw they avoided him. The stream just split and surrounded him as it continued to the other faces of the polyhedron and then got obscured or disappeared.

“What’s wrong?” Pedro asked.

“Interesting, it is as I suspected, being here, in the present, is necessary but not enough. There are more conditions to sense the honons, your senses have to evolve, and you have to achieve the tomosynthesis, so the honons pass through you here and now. Only then will they not avoid you like now. It’s about being able to feel them. You must be able to synthesize honons to feel them, and vice versa: you must be able to feel them, to be able to synthesize them.” Marsea continued.

Pedro waved his hand around the particles in the mirror room. They flowed around him as water would under a current.

“But how do I start? It sounds like a chicken and the egg problem.” Pedro asked.

“You will know when you feel them. It is a burst of energy and information coming to you spontaneously. It is like when you intuit something because it is an intuitive process. It makes you feel a clarity of purpose,” Marsea said.

Pedro looked and was confused.

“But, this honosynthesis, what does it require? I came here escaping the depression of the past… and the anxiety of these futures,” Pedro started to disappear from the present. His limbs faded from the bottom up as he remembered anxiety and depression.

“That burden was too heavy, and it was unbearable. It was only possible to carry it as long as I accepted to become insane, which was nothing more than losing myself in my thoughts. It was an uncomfortable lump, so uncomfortable that it kept me awake for so many nights.” Pedro kept on disappearing as he spoke.

“Pedro! Observe it and describe it! Tell me about what helped you.” Said Marsea as she moved closer to Pedro.

“That burden, that lump… was my thoughts. It was my depression, and it was my anxiety. It was the fight I had with my boss and everything I didn’t tell him that I could have told him. It’s the sadness of saying goodbye to my ex. It’s losing everything I called mine. It feels like making the biggest mistake of my life. It is a heavy burden.”

“What saved me? What let me lighten the load? It was losing time, the past and the future, and understanding that I had to get to a place where there was no time. That saved me! To be in space and not in time, only where I can exist. Now. And then, I appeared here,” Pedro exclaimed as he reappeared more strongly than before.

“¡Bueno! I thought I lost you there, Pedro. That is how we met now. But, for you, it was the outcome of a crisis.” Marsea said.

“Look, Pedro, honosynthesis is something that comes into you when you need it, and to need it, sorry for the redundancy, you have to need it. Like a burning feeling that is bursting out in different ways. It includes your gut and your heart. If there is a great need, then there is a great challenge. It would help if you learned yourself while growing up there. The challenge is something complex that you don’t understand, nor have any way to understand, but that looks like a great injustice or a great opportunity to change something to a better condition,” Marsea said.

A considerable challenge, a purpose, demands a lot of work. And when you work like this, you spend loads of energy and work for a long and intense time. But when you rest, this energy returns to you as if magic happened. This is a very nourishing process, you know? Because your work brings you meaning and knowledge, and it gets your energy back when you rest.” Explained Marsea.

“Honosynthesis is like a kick-start of that process… the intuitive working process for a purpose. Eventually, it becomes your process of creation, of creative flow, while you’re in this place, in the present. After you master it, these particles can still accompany you, and you feel them, even if not here. That flow is something you address and surf through understanding, accepting, and embracing the complexity of that great challenge. Added Marsea.

“Ultimately, honosynthesis allows you to grow exponentially within that challenge you identify as yours. See, Pedro, if you imagine yourself and every other human as a pen able to write history as it unfolds, the honons are undoubtedly the ink that enables the actions that can write and rewrite history.” Added Marsea.

“It’s there. Look there, Pedro!” She showed Pedro one mirror a bit closer. This one was bursting with honones.

“This one is special for you. Look there! You will be able to understand what that systemic dissonance that affects your present means to you. Pedro! There somewhen is your purpose. That is orienting them to you right now. That purpose is like your sun, an unlimited energy source and information orienting honons straight to you.” Added Marsea.

Some honones were flowing through her belly. The golden thread went behind her and flowed through her left and broad shoulder.

“That golden thread you see is a stream of honones. That is similar to the golden thread from Ariadne, Pedro. You can follow that thread and join the weave where it leads you. To get more people to help more people, we have created The Weave. The Weave is a strong multispecies social fabric. They are feeling what you are feeling and working for a purpose that is somehow meant for you. That is why we found each other here. I am here to help you.” Added Marsea.

“You can own a purpose Pedro, don’t worry about owning a purpose. They cannot be owned in their totality by one person. Purposes are complex giants! A collective system of the living can only fulfill them. But, on the other hand, a strong multispecies social fabric can create soulful systems.”

“The Weave is meant to help Life as we know it… Now. Use the silence and try to meditate here.” Marsea spoke to him as she put a hand on his shoulder.

Pedro lowered his head, not in defeat but in concentration. He sat in the air in the center of the changing polyhedron and closed his eyes. He began to meditate while already in the present. He was there to be more than human: To become with Life its next evolution. His brain was hyperactive. It was like a meditation within a dream.

The honons about him started to approach closer by little; one pierced a short hair, and Pedro let out a mini smile on his right cheek. Then another one punched a fingernail, then a shoulder. The honons were beginning to be attracted to Pedro’s presence.

Suddenly everything stopped! The honons stopped flowing—a moment of silence and stillness. Marsea looked around, and all the particles froze still. A wind rushed towards Pedro from every direction. The particles are oriented toward Pedro. Then they rushed rapidly forward as if they had decided to precipitate trapped by Pedro’s gravity from one instant to the next. As they released spaces behind, new particles followed. After the first one moved, others appeared back.

Pedro now had a thread of honons located in his hand, then his leg. Finally, the line moved to his chest and head; Pedro began to absorb more and more honons from other faces of the polyhedron. New threads occurred. Many threads surrounded him from several pasts and several futures, and many honones rushed into his body. Pedro felt inspired.

Pedro began to find his purpose not only in one but in several of the stories or faces available to him. He felt clarity. He took a deep breath and opened his hand. One honon left his hand in an upward spiral, as it climbed up, other followed. Slowly, a new, slow thread came out of his hand. He started to conduct that thread with soft and flowy hand movements. Eventually, with his eyes still closed, he pointed towards one of the mirrors, and the thread curved and then flowed straight towards that mirror.

Pedro remained there indefinitely because there was no time in the present. And eventually, the honons which started emerging from him began to fall into line, and the golden thread started moving towards other faces. They were his desired futures. Marsea understood that Pedro was sharing the honons with other people on those realities.

Pedro lowered his arms and stood up, now floating in front of Marsea. HE opened his eyes which shone in bright blue. He looked at Marsea while she smiled. Then, shiny tears came out of his eyes because he understood what he had to do.

“Thank you, Marsea, but what is that smell?” Pedro smelled lavender but felt gratitude.

“This process allows for a metamorphosis of the senses. You will see. The honosynthesis has begun, and with it, its synesthetic power. Now you can smell concepts.

Welcome to the collective of the living. We are a strong social and natural fabric. You have joined The Weave, and you can synthesize the honons now.” Marsea spoke.

Marsea closed her eyes and became countless specks of light that scattered and exited the polyhedron in precisely the same direction as the purpose presented to Pedro. Pedro understood that Marsea had appropriated the same purpose. He also understood that Marsea was just a person, like himself, who had a little more experience in honons and honosynthesis. She was doing what she had to do and now was his turn to pay it forward.

Now, something like a purpose guided him. Now he could also show other people to remove the entry barriers of the honosynthetic power and open the door of compassion to feel the honons.

Pedro closed his eyes and became honones that continued to flow into his desired future.

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