Stalking Vol 2 The Bridge of Reason
"You tell me."
"The emissaries can see what the Players are planning?"
"Yes, and they set up activities they will act out in the First Attention."
"Then the Players are..." I exhaled in wonderment.
"They are what?"
"I was about to say that they’re pretty much fucked, but I will amend that; they’re entirely
"They are indeed."
"With that kind of power and knowledge, why can’t the emissaries just shut them down?" I
snapped my fingers.
"Impeccability and free will must reign, which includes allowing the Player’s their choices
lest they interfere with a lesson yet to be completed." She leaned in. "Influencing an existing
momentum, without attaching yourself to it, is also a fine art. This is why I literally took you by
the hand to make a point about focusing your energy so you don’t get sucked into someone else’s
vortex." She dipped her head in thought. "How did your friend Manny, in Argentina, put it when
nothing was happening in that remote town you went to…‘This is still dangerous shit?’"
I got the point; three weeks under house arrest cemented it.
Clearing my throat, I said, "When my ego learns its place, I’ll be able to look at other
people, and with a few categorical clues know," I emphasized, "what they are like without
having to dissect all of their camouflage behaviors?"
"Like recognizing the elements of entitlement—correct."
Noting my subdued grin, Bonnie said, "It’s not the treat you’re thinking it might be." She
cocked her head a minuscule amount. "For a Stalker, knowing someone is like having power
over an ant. It’s meaningless. If anything, they must take great care not to step on them."
"That sounds hugely arrogant and manipulative."
"There’s no gentle way of saying this; I love my cat, but we can’t talk about the things that
are important to me."
"Average people are like pets to Stalkers?"
"I’ve explained this: they’ve been us, but now there is a huge gap in our understandings of
not just what’s truly important in life, but in the nature of reality itself." She swallowed an idea
and said instead, "I know the journey of the average person, and I empathize with their
difficulties, but I could not tolerate on- going friendships based on past experiences I have turned
into knowledge, and they have not. The people in my past have their own agreements with the
life they have chosen, and I have mine. It’s that simple. I am not better than anyone else because
they are me in future time, as I am someone else’s past version in developmental terms. That said
I am infinitely better off as I consciously strive to pass through my learning stages, and
tomorrow is a new experience that might cause me to leave someone else. This is not because I
judge them, or because I am ready to move on; it’s because I have to move on. This may appear
to be arrogant, but it is simply not spending energy on the behaviors that come with having a
personality. I’m not that reasonable anymore," she deadpanned.
Missing the joke, I said, "Your idea of being better off sounds like humilit y masking
"Everyone you interact with is a choice you both agree on, as a potential means for both of
you to explore yourselves. Fundamentally, this is the design of the average person’s journey—I
told you, there are no accidents. Stalkers know this and have transcended this unconscious phase
of self-evaluation; having an advanced outlook may seem like superiority, because transcending