Silence...
Fair morning.
Amazing what happens during 72 hours of complete silence. Not a whisper nor a hint that no one would post to this site during that time. Reason? Silence is a valuable tool that can produce many and varied results; and did.
Some of you regular visitors e-mailed your concerns that something might have happened to Dream Teller and/or Kaithlin; others of you expressed hope that this blog would continue to be published for its value; a few of you grumbled about the delay in posting, and all of those quite natural under the circumstances. Then there was one...
Aye, and the sudden silence was intentional. You see, in order to catch prey, one must bait the trap with care. The predator must be cunning and so very patient in one's efforts to turn things to one's advantage, and that is exactly what was accomplished. I will now tell you what has taken place and from that, you will learn a valuable lesson that could well aid you in the future.
There are those who think themselves more intelligent than anyone else. And certain of those are predisposed to prove themselves superior on every imaginable level. More is the pity, for 'no one' is superior to 'everyone' on every level. That applies to all Kinds regardless of power, skill, and intelligence, for there must be balance in order for existence to continue. Given what you have learned about extraordinary powers gifted to certain Kinds, wouldn't you wonder why a mere mortal would throw out a challenge to Beings far superior to himself?
When something of this nature arises it becomes a question of who and why. The wording and nature of the challenge immediately pointed to someone of mortal origins. From there, it fell to determining if the mortal was working alone, with other mortals, if he was affiliated with another of higher power, or even if another was pretending to be mortal. It was determined that he was mortal and working alone and from that point the hunt began. He who considered himself the predator became the prey.
I will not go into the nature of the challenge in its entirety except to say that certain of our colleagues were being threatened with malicious intentions. Those threats came through Dream Teller's e-mail and were immediately turned over to the Council of Alliances. Now you might think that we would feel little concern from a mere mortal, but I assure you, once again, there are those mortals who have advanced to the point that they become some very dangerous adversaries; as was this fellow.
Many different means were employed in the effort to find him and to our chagrin, all failed. We have some of the best computer experts on the planet and none could trace the e-mails. We have Masters of their Kinds and none could detect a trace of him through mind links, sensing, or any other skill. At that point we knew we were dealing with someone far advanced and had no idea what danger he actually posed. The hunt continued and frustration abounded, for none wished to admit nor accept that a mortal could transcend the impossible and become our worst nightmare. But at the time it seemed so. As we were having no luck tracing the individual, it then became of paramount importance to protect those of ours whom he was threatening. Naturally, none wanted to admit their powers might not protect them against a mortal but there it was.
You might imagine our surprise when, during a particularly heated argument among those of us who were not thrilled about going into hiding, a quiet but firm voice spoke up. All other voices ceased and all eyes turned to the speaker. The answer we sought came from one who had sat back and watched us running around chasing our tails for the better part of a month. Sometimes one finds an answer in the simplest of forms and so it was that the plan was laid out.
Our adversary was prolific. He responded to every one of our responses which we'd used in the hope of getting a lead on him, and goaded us through many more. The key we had failed to find and our colleague discovered was his need to be heard and responded to. Immediate silence was called for and it worked. The first twenty-four hours brought from our prey an avalanche of mail that rewarded us with a sense of his growing rage. The second twenty-four hours he began mentally disintegrating ; making idle threats he would personally perpetrate upon one or the other of us. The third night he fell for the bait; his rage such that it led him to meet the challenge of a particular Sorceress whose daughter he had threatened.
Silence; not always golden, or welcomed, but often the simple solution to a complex problem. Blessed May You Be, the Sorceress Suzauuna.
Amazing what happens during 72 hours of complete silence. Not a whisper nor a hint that no one would post to this site during that time. Reason? Silence is a valuable tool that can produce many and varied results; and did.
Some of you regular visitors e-mailed your concerns that something might have happened to Dream Teller and/or Kaithlin; others of you expressed hope that this blog would continue to be published for its value; a few of you grumbled about the delay in posting, and all of those quite natural under the circumstances. Then there was one...
Aye, and the sudden silence was intentional. You see, in order to catch prey, one must bait the trap with care. The predator must be cunning and so very patient in one's efforts to turn things to one's advantage, and that is exactly what was accomplished. I will now tell you what has taken place and from that, you will learn a valuable lesson that could well aid you in the future.
There are those who think themselves more intelligent than anyone else. And certain of those are predisposed to prove themselves superior on every imaginable level. More is the pity, for 'no one' is superior to 'everyone' on every level. That applies to all Kinds regardless of power, skill, and intelligence, for there must be balance in order for existence to continue. Given what you have learned about extraordinary powers gifted to certain Kinds, wouldn't you wonder why a mere mortal would throw out a challenge to Beings far superior to himself?
When something of this nature arises it becomes a question of who and why. The wording and nature of the challenge immediately pointed to someone of mortal origins. From there, it fell to determining if the mortal was working alone, with other mortals, if he was affiliated with another of higher power, or even if another was pretending to be mortal. It was determined that he was mortal and working alone and from that point the hunt began. He who considered himself the predator became the prey.
I will not go into the nature of the challenge in its entirety except to say that certain of our colleagues were being threatened with malicious intentions. Those threats came through Dream Teller's e-mail and were immediately turned over to the Council of Alliances. Now you might think that we would feel little concern from a mere mortal, but I assure you, once again, there are those mortals who have advanced to the point that they become some very dangerous adversaries; as was this fellow.
Many different means were employed in the effort to find him and to our chagrin, all failed. We have some of the best computer experts on the planet and none could trace the e-mails. We have Masters of their Kinds and none could detect a trace of him through mind links, sensing, or any other skill. At that point we knew we were dealing with someone far advanced and had no idea what danger he actually posed. The hunt continued and frustration abounded, for none wished to admit nor accept that a mortal could transcend the impossible and become our worst nightmare. But at the time it seemed so. As we were having no luck tracing the individual, it then became of paramount importance to protect those of ours whom he was threatening. Naturally, none wanted to admit their powers might not protect them against a mortal but there it was.
You might imagine our surprise when, during a particularly heated argument among those of us who were not thrilled about going into hiding, a quiet but firm voice spoke up. All other voices ceased and all eyes turned to the speaker. The answer we sought came from one who had sat back and watched us running around chasing our tails for the better part of a month. Sometimes one finds an answer in the simplest of forms and so it was that the plan was laid out.
Our adversary was prolific. He responded to every one of our responses which we'd used in the hope of getting a lead on him, and goaded us through many more. The key we had failed to find and our colleague discovered was his need to be heard and responded to. Immediate silence was called for and it worked. The first twenty-four hours brought from our prey an avalanche of mail that rewarded us with a sense of his growing rage. The second twenty-four hours he began mentally disintegrating ; making idle threats he would personally perpetrate upon one or the other of us. The third night he fell for the bait; his rage such that it led him to meet the challenge of a particular Sorceress whose daughter he had threatened.
Silence; not always golden, or welcomed, but often the simple solution to a complex problem. Blessed May You Be, the Sorceress Suzauuna.
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5:09 AM
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