His straddling of those divides, between the conscious and unconscious, the mind and the body, was becoming more tenuous. Jim was starting to think too much, to grasp too strongly where gentleness was needed, and his attempt to pass through the field was met with resistance. When he tried to push against it with brute strength, it repulsed him utterly and he was thrown out of that space in his mind and his meditative state.
His eyes flew open, sweat beading on his brow. "Damn," he said sharply.
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Date: 2009-12-29 08:48 pm (UTC)His eyes flew open, sweat beading on his brow. "Damn," he said sharply.