To an outside observer it would appear that Anakin was
sleeping. Of course there were no outside observers and he was, but
it was only his physical body that was asleep. His mind was perfectly
aware.
He was meditating. He didn't particularly like it, and the
floors in his dream were hard and cold, but They had told him to and
so he did.
They seemed to be playing with him now. Gentle fingers touched
his mind in a thousand different places. Whispers of power ran
through his veins. Slowly pressure began to build up between his
eyes. The whispers in his veins turned to screaming as the power that
was the Force raced to that single point.
The pressure was almost unbearable. He didn't know how long he
could stand it. He wanted to stop it, but he couldn't seem to do
anything. The Force was controlling him.
The pressure built and built until suddenly it bloomed. He was
in a whirlwind now. The Force pushed and pulled, telling him to go
both one way and another.
He struggled against the pain that was tearing apart his mind.
Desperate he cried out.
"Stop!" It stopped. The Force slowly pulled away until it was
just at the edge of his reach. Slowly he opened his eyes.
It was incredible. He was in the middle of a slowly swirling
vortex of colors and feelings, wishes and thoughts, life and death.
It was the universe from the viewpoint of the Force. It was the Force
from the viewpoint of itself.
His eyes were drawn to a particular spot in the everything
surrounding him. It was black and white and grey intertwined with
splashes of other colors thrown in. The black seemed to be growing
over the white while the grey simply watched, but the white did not
go easily. It fought back viciously. He reached out and touched it.
It was his galaxy. Suddenly he knew everything that was
happening in his home. He knew the thoughts of every sentient being on
Coruscant. He knew where every single Jedi was and what they were
doing. He knew what Senator Eliern's daughter thought of her knew
stepmother. He knew who Sabe had a crush on.
And he knew who the Sith was.
sleeping. Of course there were no outside observers and he was, but
it was only his physical body that was asleep. His mind was perfectly
aware.
He was meditating. He didn't particularly like it, and the
floors in his dream were hard and cold, but They had told him to and
so he did.
They seemed to be playing with him now. Gentle fingers touched
his mind in a thousand different places. Whispers of power ran
through his veins. Slowly pressure began to build up between his
eyes. The whispers in his veins turned to screaming as the power that
was the Force raced to that single point.
The pressure was almost unbearable. He didn't know how long he
could stand it. He wanted to stop it, but he couldn't seem to do
anything. The Force was controlling him.
The pressure built and built until suddenly it bloomed. He was
in a whirlwind now. The Force pushed and pulled, telling him to go
both one way and another.
He struggled against the pain that was tearing apart his mind.
Desperate he cried out.
"Stop!" It stopped. The Force slowly pulled away until it was
just at the edge of his reach. Slowly he opened his eyes.
It was incredible. He was in the middle of a slowly swirling
vortex of colors and feelings, wishes and thoughts, life and death.
It was the universe from the viewpoint of the Force. It was the Force
from the viewpoint of itself.
His eyes were drawn to a particular spot in the everything
surrounding him. It was black and white and grey intertwined with
splashes of other colors thrown in. The black seemed to be growing
over the white while the grey simply watched, but the white did not
go easily. It fought back viciously. He reached out and touched it.
It was his galaxy. Suddenly he knew everything that was
happening in his home. He knew the thoughts of every sentient being on
Coruscant. He knew where every single Jedi was and what they were
doing. He knew what Senator Eliern's daughter thought of her knew
stepmother. He knew who Sabe had a crush on.
And he knew who the Sith was.
