《Master of divine blood》CH 0020 Dzintu
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- The first stage - wherever else went, even the second can be mastered pretty quickly, but the transition to the third. Awareness. It's better to keep your progress at Keenra a secret. Most spend years on this, Ink . Besides ... - Kiass thought, - yes. We'll have to go to Narkert and ask him about the dzint. If he is a friend of Glam, then he might have some instructions on this subject.
- What is it? - up on his elbows Grank . - Another practice?
"Dzintu is the way," the golden-skinned made an indefinite hand gesture. - You know, it's kind of like "my kung fu is stronger than your kung fu." Development route. Each martial arts school is characterized by its principles. In aikido - counteraction through the use of enemy forces, without any attacks on its part. In-ear - control of your body and attack of vulnerable points of the enemy to make him move as you see fit in the dance of two puppets. In karate - simplicity and reliability of movements, in sambo - immobilization of the enemy in the shortest way no matter how cruel it may be. In others, some of them. I did not examine the topic too deeply.
- Is this your opinion a little? - marveled at Ink .
- I just repeated what they told me, explaining the concept of dzint. From the third stage of the keenra, this is very important, since the path of development is, first of all, the way of thinking. Military equipment is worthless if you do not understand the principles behind them. It's easy to take advantage of the opponent's loss of balance and throw through the thigh, but if you understand the principle, then you won't wait for a certain situation. The smallest shift to the side will allow you to knock down your opponent, because you will immediately take advantage of situations. It sounds simple, but in every martial art there is a rather limited number of such principles. To understand the main ones means to get a black belt or its analogue. A step further - in the area of the merging of principles or the development of new ones - to concentrate in your mind the solid core of martial art, otherwise called dan. The first is given, the second and so on - the number of steps on a personal dzint with the school received as a basis - Kiass broke off and grunted rather. - Still, the fully mastered first stage of the Keenra is great. I say and I myself believe that my words are not reproduced from memory.
- That is, these are not your words either? - said Granke, and after waiting for the affirmative nod of the metal, with relief he fell on the pillow. - Then great, I'm still the coolest in our company.
Something inside Ink wanted to argue and resist this thought, but he attributed such pettiness to the principles of martial art "get-twelve-points-and-become-useless-rubbish-after-ascension". As soon discarded children's wishes, he noticed relief and peace of mind in a pose and facial expression Grank well.
"Perhaps this relief was not so ostentatious. I only doubt that it's a matter of self-coolness ... - for a second something flickered a shadow of a memory, but it never turned into an image or a scene. - Is our memory really erased? What about Kiass ? If there is not enough space in the brain, how does the subsequent accumulation of memory or personality development take place? "
Ink have seemed illogical that previously received an explanation and looks suspicious.
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"Why didn't I think about this before? Just took a word? So do not pay attention to details? What else could I skip? Dzintu ... My path should definitely include the habit of not only remembering, but also thinking. Actions depend on the way of thinking. And how can I form my dan with this principle? "
The idea that the way of thinking can crystallize into something inside his mind seemed to Ink rather amusing, but exactly before he decided to look at the third brochure on the movie.
The sheet turned out to be folded several times so as not to get out of the general format, and the information on it was many times more. An unknown author warned that interference with the work of consciousness without proper qualifications is unacceptable. It was a big surprise for Ink a to learn that access to his consciousness paves the way for one of the paths of development. Consciousness is the source of the will, therefore, developing it, you can increase the impact on the world.
Traditionally, to strengthen consciousness, it crystallizes, fixing your ideas, goals, aspirations. This helps to fix in the mind the mechanisms of influence on the world through will. Consciousness has no analogue of muscle memory for the will. Learned to cause heat due to the acceleration of the speed of matter molecules by will Well done, but after a day you may not remember how this is done.
Practitioners usually create microcrystals of consciousness with their understanding of a particular aspect of the universe, and only then build up additional information on this basis. The result is an attempt to merge all particles into a single core. After its creation, energy ceases to be spent randomly and consciousness can survive even after the destruction of the body. Some create artifacts to preserve it, while others prefer to inhabit other people's bodies.
None of the techniques were in the brochure, but, to Ink's surprise , there was a link to the section of the library in the buffer. A separate example was given of the ossification of thinking due to the crystallization of consciousness. We approached the solution of this problem in a different way. Some turned the core into a base on which to grow flexible parts - a kind of trees on the soil. They can grow, increase the number of branches, add leaves and bear fruit, but the foundation will remain solid and unchanged. Others used the method of destruction and reconstruction. They turned the core into dust, changing individual particles and re-compressed into a crystal, creating a more durable structure. Still others fused consciousness from within. With a solid frame that does not allow energy leakage and scattering of consciousness, there was sufficient flexibility and mobility inside.
Each method had its advantages and disadvantages. The first was called the way of the traditionalists, because the changes in the quality of power among its adherents were insignificant. The method has hardly evolved. It would seem that just growing a whole forest, rather than a single tree, is enough, but such cases were practically not recorded. At the same time, he nevertheless gave a certain minimum of ability to influence the universe - exactly as long as the laws of the environment did not change.
The second method is stable in terms of the power given within the framework of one dzint, but it is very painful. In contrast, due to sympathetic communication, it was possible not only to process consciousness, but also the body. As Ink understood , it was a kind of voodoo magic applied to himself. You destroy the crystal of the mind and then the body, saturated with the will, collapses, you make the mind stronger and at the same time compress all the bones, organs and skin again. The latter can become stronger than metal and stone. Much more Ink, and in this regard, was interested in the opportunity to change thin bodies due to such destruction, to make them stronger, but he did not know anything about sairen, so he drove curiosity away.
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The third method pushed the mind into a certain framework. Part of the principles became not so much the basis as the chains. A person whose consciousness is like a planet with magma seething under the crust loses the ability to deny certain rules. If he chose honesty as the basis, then a lie is equivalent to the destruction of the "crust of the planet" followed by the eruption of magma. In small cases, the lava will freeze, changing the terrain, forming an addition to the principles. While the process is going on, the willpower and consciousness itself will become less, as if from a wound. It would seem that the method is pretty good, but too large changes will lead to the fact that the nucleus simply explodes under the pressure of magma, and this is a reset to the first stages of development at best. At worst, insanity or the ultimate destruction of consciousness. The risk was paid off by the fact that the corresponding approach allowed us to quickly develop control over the light of consciousness - the ability of the fourth stage of the keenra. This was achieved by increasing the concentration of will.
Ink re-read this part. Remembering Glam's instructions on the ban on the study of new brochures, until you master a specific step.
"Concentration ... He said we should train her. For this? To quickly understand new steps. The development of consciousness is connected with the development of will ... - Ink pondered this thought from all sides. - Something like I decided to quit smoking and quit ... Or do exercises in the mornings without shaking off? Nothing can break my will ... So it should be? Then if habit is a crystallized part of consciousness, will the will simply melt it? Interesting ... And if the will is strong enough, then for the third case it will not be necessary to destroy the crust of consciousness-planet, but simply melt it, making it the same magma. Dense and mobile, like a molten metal? Is energy loss a glow? Heat? If everything is here, as with this sympathetic connection ... Wait a minute! If the planet is cold and dense, does this not mean that consciousness will absorb energy, and not lose? A kind of passive gain? Although stop, if there is a reservation about some kind of light of consciousness, it is not just like that. If the space in which consciousness exists is completely empty and absolutely cold. Does this mean that this mental vision will disappear after the "cooling" of the nucleus to its level? "
Ink was so inspired that he wanted to reflect on this more, but noticed a postscript in the brochure. Each of the described methods involves a large number of steps, and for explanation only one characteristic step was taken. It was advised to search for a particular technique in the library for a more accurate understanding of the theory behind the processes. This was motivated by the fact that consciousness can easily affect the physical body even in people who are rather weak from an energy point of view. References to some physiognomy were given as a primitive manifestation of the connection and the emergence of special powers of genealogies due to stable blood.
Ink a was particularly interested in the latter , since he considered everything related to the power of blood to be his area of specialization and future mastery. A brochure with indecently small print reported that due to the influence of hormones, the creature has a group of characteristic reactions to certain phenomena, which, combined with other factors, "is this the development of subtle bodies veiled?" - leads to the formation of a partially identical structure of consciousness. So, all Zairnak'd-Rossulsh snakes, "whatever they are," are capable of creating an emission of toxic energy upon reaching the age of two or three years.
The author of the pamphlet was, according to Ink A., somewhat arrogant, since he called the aborigines of the world these snakes retarded. The reason for this attitude was the characteristic of the mentioned release as poison magic. The absence of an attempt to understand the nature of the phenomenon, he considered a sign of backwardness, as well as intellectual degradation. Ink a warped from such statements, especially against the background of dry encyclopedic notes in the first two brochures.
"Maybe he crystallized consciousness with the principle of development and search for knowledge, some essence of things? Then, for fidelity, added to his worldview an aversion to stagnation of thought? "
Ink have suddenly thought, that people often say, "I do not understand how you can ..." and then add something of their own. He did not remember people who spoke like that, but knowledge of the prevalence of the phenomenon was present. How can you believe what they say on TV? How can you be afraid of spiders? How can I sit on my couch instead of developing and achieving a better life for myself?
"How can one tear one's life in such a way as to ascend into the world of reflection with twelve points?"
The latter burned with a sense of shame. Ink realized that he himself had made a kind of restriction for himself, but he did not consider it something bad. It suddenly occurred to him that good and evil also arose for a reason.
"The conflict of principles, the contradictions of worldview ..." Ink winced. "War for faith?"
The latter seemed so wild to him that he involuntarily rose from the bed. Ink wandered around the room, pondering the thought stuck in his head. He considered terrorists with their troubles about holy wars idiots, dying for no reason. "Or rather, for the interests of their puppeteers ..." At the same time, a paradox arose that with firm convictions their will was stronger than that of an ordinary person swimming in the course of life.
"Principles ..." Ink stopped. "Principles!"
The room around him disappeared. Ink did not feel the body, except for his eyes, which were not visible on the concrete walls and faces, surprised by his comrades' behavior, but a seething, white-transparent something. Ink a seized the joy of understanding - this is the world of his mind. He wanted to dance with happiness, because now he was preparing to begin forging himself into that person who would be more worthy of a good attitude of the mistress of the world of reflection than a twelve-point insignificance.
The thickness of a viscous, inert whitish mass began to move faster, seething...
"I don't need Glam or Narkert's advice on my path. My dzintu will be formed from this day, but I will decide who I should be and what road I should go to the top! "
...and exploded.
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