Free Intentionality by Rebekah Johnson Page B

You shall be starting a new life, one of wonder, challenge and importance. It’s what we have been preparing for. My choices are straightforward. I can repeat in the hope that my Evo-gene can gather a significant amount of energy potential or I can submit to a life that is actually rewarding if not sophisticated. I can be a Mrs Alder recruit Lily, which, even in this extreme pressure cooker of a room is humorous and ironic. The worst of the best is to become a lesson giver for the future of our state! I can visit the Mono school tomorrow if I like, to see exactly what the job entails.”
    â€œMae I just don’t know how to be without you. I breathe when you do, I think what you think and I am what I am because of you. How can such a small blip in our DNA cause such a void? Why don’t I get the voices too? Can you feed them in to me during the Ascension test so that my mind is distracted also?” begged Lily.
    â€œLily if I become a teacher, I think I shall be classed as an Acer like Mrs Alder. Surely then I get freedom privileges; maybe I can ask to be stationed on the surface to teach the Monos there. I truly believe I still have options. I am going to try Lily, I shall be working on full power to get to our goal, but if that does not work and you ascend on the 8th, I want you to remember that I’m not lost. I will not surrender. We shall experience Intentionality together. As usual, I shall be redirected that’s all.”
    I wish I could wholeheartedly believe the words exiting my mouth. I am quite impressed with myself; who says teaching is difficult? A rousing conversation, imparting of pre-learned knowledge, a little bit of nurturing, half days and think of all the holidays!
    Lily cuddled in after my revelations. The way she used to when we were five. She would move to my bed in the night to protect me from my dreams. I think secretly it was also to make her feel more secure. This is certainly the reason tonight. There’s nothing else she can do at this moment. Our little twin promise seems so brittle now, held by the thread of less than a week. ‘I am you; you are me, forever that shall be’. Little did we know that a miniscule glitch in our twin DNA would separate us so conclusively?
    I am lying awake pondering my future, no real need to rest and reserve my energy now. There is a craving from inside my brain. A new voice, it’s mine; it’s encouraging me to try out my transmitting skills. Could I contact Willem? Would he answer if I did? Gradually I lower the mental wall and let the thoughts of the day flood out in pictures so I don’t wake Lily.
    There has been no reply. I have tried for ten long minutes. I am clearly not as strong as I presumed. I am suddenly devastated. I had sneakily dared to believe that Lily and I would, after practise be able to communicate beyond The Nest if we needed to. I am now faced with reality. A lonely existence where my most genuine and powerful gift is hidden from view, rendered obsolete by my enforced separation.
    I shall attempt to sleep. Tomorrow may very well be a pivotal day but I also have a room to dress for a Graduation Ball that I am not, under any circumstances going to miss.

Fourteen

    It’s Lily who is up and ready first. No surprise there. However the only reason I am reclining in bed is that I am finding it difficult to believe how well I slept. No dreams, none. Not even my tusked friend popping in for a swim. Lily is telling me that it is her turn to visit the girls in the medical bay. Dawn is still quite confused, continually expressing mathematical equations in her sleep. She is now able to function quite normally while awake though, she says she is to be a particle physicist, that’s something to do with making and storing energy I think, but it is so far away from my comfort zone of knowledge that I am better off not knowing any more. Grace is on her way to a miraculous recovery. Well, recovery is not