JAMIE POV:
The next encounter with my mother was, as I had already suspected, interesting.
I spent the hours in my room, while my body was too restless to sleep.
So I waited, for I found no satisfaction on the internet, in videos, although I usually liked to find distraction there.
But a feeling, a pressure, stronger than in past days, in my solar plexus hindered me like never before.
It could not be ignored, for if I tried, the core began to inflict phantom pains on me.
It was as if my energy was calibrating my self. For what, I was not yet aware at that moment.
My thoughts remained with the prophesy of that shamaness for several hours, which was supposed to be true.
I observed the various elements and energies in the air, which I could now see, and began to formulate different theories about those distractions.
In addition, I had noticed for some time that the white light orbs had disappeared. Mala was still there, resting and seemed more relaxed than before. I noticed how much I had missed her, something I hadn't been aware of.
After some time, the sun had risen, and the light shone into my room.
The energies and elements of the air seemed to be changing. I perceived that as fusion or perhaps absorption.
It also reminded me of the photosynthesis of plants, only here from micro- if not even immaterial elements and energies.
I had only rarely and briefly learned about photochemistry, also known as light chemistry. After all, this was not a mandatory topic in the subject of chemistry.
But here, photochemistry was different. On paper, it was said that elemental bonds could be broken.
A large part of photochemistry, but here it seemed as if elements were bonding with energies.
Not ordinary energies, for here they were elements, first released, as in photochemistry, but then these released elements allied themselves with raw, powerful energy.
Energy that pulsed, but somehow gently.
The energy with the most noticeable "pulse" was pink. Among them, all possible colors, even those I was not familiar with.
But one type of color was not present.
This had belonged to the negative since the beginning of time. This color was violet.
I noticed after a long observation, that Mala had absorbed this connection between these energies and elements, she also filtered the elements from the energies.
From this, I deduced that this energy must be, what I have been able to perceive instrumentally through my hands for years.
That energy had been often named by humanity.
This energy was often called Qi, Chakra, life energy, Mana, Prana, Od or Odic Force, Orgon, bioenergy, Anima, Pneuma, Ruach, Logos, and also Aether.
These terms all refer to what permeates everything and brings it to life.
The term Aether comes from alchemy and fit here quite well.
In that moment, I remembered an art of weaving with aether that I wanted to try.
I concentrated and held my hands parallel to each other. I let them, slowly guided by Aether, apart and together, but never touching.
I realized that the gap between my hands was growing and that it was time to weave.
So I began to rotate my hands parallel in a circular motion.
I felt the aether firmly clinging to my fingertips; it felt like threads. Threads that held a special frequency. A gentle, yet simultaneously strong vibration.
My sensitivity to Aether grew steadily with each round of circling.
I felt how an "Aether knot" was forming.
It was as if there were threads in my hands, forming a ball of energy in front of my solar plexus.
This "ball" seemed to transfigure into my core.
My eyes had remained closed due to my concentration.
I continued weaving the "ball" until I stopped and began to feel and shape it further into a round sphere.
It was warm, like lukewarm water. I could hardly feel it.
There was also a barely noticeable vibration, a movement.
The rounder this "aether sphere" became, the more noticeable the movement was.
At first, I couldn't describe the movement in more detail, but after some time, I was able to.
A vortex.
A whirlpool of aether, of energy, formed.
This vortex sphere was made up of my own energy and the aether of the atmosphere.
This sphere condensed with each passing second, until I could sense that this energy was becoming matter.
But that was just an illusion.
This sphere stopped responding to my movements.
My energy seemed, as it felt, to be condensing from me into the sphere.
This sphere moved after it had absorbed my energy.
Slowly but steadily, this vortex sphere merged with my solar plexus.
This event activated a current in my body, causing me to feel tingling (energy) all over.
I was speechless.
I didn't know how to react, or rather, how I could. Even my thoughts were silent.
I stared into the air for a long time, until I heard someone had gone to the bathroom. This woke me from my trance.
I felt a warmth at my solar plexus and realized that this vortex ball was now inside me.
I began to observe my body and noticed that my energy was indigo-blue. My mother had once told me this fact, but she could only recognize it after a very long concentration.
I wondered if others could see my golden, cat-like eyes.
Once again, I heard doors opening and closing.
I stayed calm and didn't worry. After all, everything always turns out well.
I glanced briefly at the time and noticed that I had been doing this "Aetherfusion," as I called it, for several hours, which is why it was now 10 o'clock in the morning.
I was sure that my mother would be awake. That's why I left my room, then went to the living room and greeted my surprisingly awake mother.
,,Good morning", I said, only now realizing her expression.