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spirit. I believe his destiny may lie within the mandate of my mission, but the fledgling hawk must be re-pinioned, before he is ready to rejoin the Hunt. I would help him learn to fly again, that the potential of his gifts may be regained. The desire is worthy, came the response, but you should know that opposition threatens, and a risk is involved. What opposition, and what risk? The Veil obscures details, even from us, but a threat exists. You will be a focus, though even the opposition will not know it for some time. I am not afraid to face this threat, Adam replied. But, is the fledgling to become an ally, then? How, if I can neutralize the self-doubt that cripples him, so that his potential is released? May he take his rightful place before the Light? He may. If the fledgling proves steadfast, you have authority to receive him; but this is by no means foreordained. Do you accept the commission to rehabilitate this soul? The question bore of no answer but one. My office as physician in the Outer was not lightly undertaken, Master. Nor do I take lightly my vows on the Inner, as a sentinel of the Light. I see the spark in Peregrine Lovat - a spark too bright to be wasted in aimless wandering, when it could be directed to Service. I accept the commission. So be it, then, Master of the Hunt. But tread softly, lest he and you should a a T T n n s s F F f f o o D D r r P P m m Y Y e e Y Y r r B B 2 2 . . B B A A Click here to buy Click here to buy w w m m w w o o w w c c . . . . A A Y Y B B Y Y B B r r plummet into the Abyss. It shall be so, Adam replied, with a deep bow. Between one heartbeat and the next, the enfolding presence simply was not there any longer. The Chamber of Records wavered around Adam and then disappeared, and he arrowed back toward the material world. The slight disorientation of soul- flight ended with the faint psychic jolt that signalled the spirit's reunion with matter. When Adam opened his eyes, swaying a little on his feet, he was standing once again in the familiar library at Strathmourne, hands resting on the back of the chair where Peregrine Lovat slept. Details of what had just transpired grew more hazy by the second, but a clear plan of action lay before him now. Almost perfunctorily, he brought his palms together in salute to the Light, the touch of his fingertips to his lips closing and sealing the rite he had just performed. Then he came around in front of Peregrine's chair, settling fully back into his role as physician and teacher. The younger man was as Adam had left him, head tilted back in the angle of the wing-backed chair, eyes closed. After blowing out the candle, Adam bent to touch Peregrine's wrist lightly in pre-arranged signal. "Peregrine, listen to my voice," he said firmly, no longer uncertain of his way. "Can you hear what I am saying?" The younger man's lips parted slightly, in a scarcely breathed, "Yes." "Excellent," Adam said. "In a moment, I am going to ask you to return to waking consciousness. Before I do that, however, there is something you should know, even though it may be some time before you arrive at a full understanding of what I am about to tell you." He settled carefully back into his chair, watching the other man closely. "It is a fact, though I cannot prove it to you in any rational, scientific manner, that an individual's personal history often goes back beyond the boundaries of his present lifetime. I have reason to believe that the vision which you have been at pains to suppress since childhood is actually a valuable legacy from earlier stages of your development. And there is no doubt that you can control it - provided that you acknowledge the gift for what it is." Vague hope stirred the trembling eyelids as Peregrine's lips moved soundlessly to frame a single word. "How?" "First," Adam said, "you must learn to sort out the different kinds of information that, up until now, have been coming in uncontrolled. In a word, you must learn to focus your talent, and to turn it on and off when you decide - not just when it happens. The techniques for doing this already exist in your own subconscious mind, but they are buried. They can be retrieved through dreams. I should like to leave you with a posthypnotic suggestion to strengthen your ability to remember those dreams. Do you agree?" Peregrine nodded his acceptance. "Very good. Then, you will accept that suggestion, and know that you will dream the knowledge that will set you free. You will dream it as you are ready to receive it, and you will remember what you dream." "Yes," Peregrine whispered, his head nodding slightly. After a slight pause, Adam also nodded. "Now, in a very few minutes, you are going to wake up of your own accord. 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