The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 82

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen


Chapter 82: Under the threshold.

Kanti warps next to the oven. “I will not pontificate about the complexity of your situation, Young Emery, but it would be wise to consider that there are facts you do not know when judging someone else.” He pauses then sighs. “It is wise avoid undesirable members of society, the dregs who aspire to live menial, routine existences; however, it is an injustice to cast hatred upon them because you despise habits they possess.”

“I never said I hated anyone. I appreciate that I am who I am, and I appreciate that I didn’t grow up in this environment. I appreciate that I can comprehend it’s worth appreciating—If that makes sense.”

Kanti sighs. “I suppose such a reflection is understandable.”

I wave my hand. A flat pan materializes over a burner on the stove. Five raw eggs appear in the pan. The oven instantly reaches four hundred degrees. A tray containing four strips of bacon, four sausages and two pieces of toast materializes into the oven. I wave my hand to pan-scramble the eggs. “Done,” I say passively after a few minutes.

“A lot effort for such a small task.” Kanti laughs.

I flick my wrist and two white plates appear on the table. On one dish, scrambled eggs materialize alongside two strips of bacon, two sausages, and a piece of buttered toast. “Time for the other one.”  

“Consider this training,” Kanti says. “Imitate what you just witnessed, Young Emery. It’s similar to your laundry incident. Every step in the process is not the end of the process. Keep the end in mind and manipulate the object through the desired processes. You are treating every step as the final step. Every chain in the process must be done to the astral object.”

Easy for him to say… “How do I even start?” I ask. “I can’t heat eggs instantly…”

“Yes, you can,” Kanti replies confidently. “Visualize them scrambling and as you warp them, move the particles of their energy.”

“What do you mean? I’d already be moving them… That doesn’t make sense.”

“Basic laws, Young Emery.  When you manipulate an object, you’re separating and disbursing its particles; therefore, rather than thinking of the minute particles of energy as the entire object itself, recognize them as free-flowing energy that can be stretched, sped up, slowed down, compressed and decompressed… Really, anything you desire.”

“You lost me, Kanti…”

“Surely, you comprehended something. If you can move water into a cup, then you understand how the process works. You managed to move the eggs out of their shells, did you not?”

“Yea, but—”

“Now, do it again, except this time simply heat the eggs in transit.”

“That’s what I mean. How the hell am I supposed to do that? I can’t visualize little particles of energy, or whatever…” 

“Feel the vibration of the energy. When you manipulate an object and break it down to a state of pure energy, simply make that energy vibrate faster.  For example, when you moved the water, it ceased to exist as water. You were able to assemble it because you knew the amount of water you manipulated, down to its base energy form.  You felt its particles. Now, if you were to, for lack of better term, shake those particles and then reform them, you would have gotten hot water. Simply put, shake the energy.”

“Whoosh…” I say waving my hand over my head.

“Break the eggs down,” Kanti says sternly. “Dissolve them to pure energy.”

“Ok. But, where am I moving them to? I can’t just hold them there.”

“Yes, you can, Young Emery.  This is where control comes in. You’ve become a novice at moving an object between this realm. Now, you will manipulate the object in transit. Enough discussion. Break the eggs down and suspend the energy. I will instruct you.”


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