Chapter 86 Magnus gives himself psychological counseling
A person's language, his behavior, his self-perception, and the true thinking that truly supports his personality deep in his psychology are four distortions Rotating single arcs sometimes intersect and sometimes separate on a vast non-plane.
A few years ago, when Magnus and Thothmus, with whom he was to co-found the Tianxiao School, were discussing the use of psychic powers in reading thoughts at the latter's private institute, For the first time, he saw with incomparable clarity how different the ripples reflected by an individual's thoughts were at different levels.
Participating in what was more of a medical project than a research project was a Tizka man who was severely traumatized by the death of his partner. Their task, of course, was to bring his mind back to life.
The master of spiritual research, Thothmus, invited him to participate in the treatment and took this opportunity to fill in the missing information in the field of spiritual research in Prospero's many libraries.
Together, the two of them carefully separated a ethereal breeze and went deep below the surface of the mortal mind to explore the underlying root causes that made this mortal body depressed all day long and almost unable to communicate with the outside world.
In the outermost layer of the mind, the appearance of the real universe is filtered by mortal senses to form perceptual experience, which serves as the raw material for generating thoughts and waits for processing and filtering by the rational understanding framework.
Later, Magnus and Thothmus watched the endless memories of mortal life together. The fragments of events flew and rotated like dazzling lights, spinning into countless strange crystal prisms in the outer periphery of the mind. The light shows that the mortal mind is constantly recalling every minute of his past.
Magnus was worried that he would inadvertently damage the surface of mortal thinking with too much power, but with psychic powers driven like arms under his hands, he easily led the scholar Thothmus across the flowing world. The clear thoughts in the mortal mind leap into the core of the mortal mind.
There, as expected, the two found the deep affection a mortal has for his partner, a man whose mind almost never ceases to reiterate to himself his love and remembrance of his partner.
Thothmus believes that by weakening the influence of this heart voice, mortals can return to normal. However, Magnus intuitively felt that there was another mystery deep in his heart. After some discussion with Thothmus, the two further gathered their strength and gently slid into the bottom of the castle of all thoughts.
Vocabulary is a tool for communication between people, so there is no vocabulary, no sentences, and no language here.
Thinking moves at high speed in an initial, qualitative and unexplained frame, rumbling like wind and lightning, unfolding to all interfaces that can penetrate so far, releasing emotions that need no description and uncaptured thoughts. As soon as they arrived here, their souls were directly connected to the strong emotions contained in the storm domain at the bottom of their thinking. At the same time, they directly understood in the emotional storm that the most fundamental thought that caused the closure of mortal minds was Hate over the death of a partner.
After reaching the conclusion, Trotmus set out to weaken the intensity of the emotional winds in the underlying structure rendering the thinking castle, while Magnus fell into a rare confusion that could not be solved and told the matter Recorded in his research manual, the emblem of doubt was added before the label.
Why can a person deceive his own heart?
As more topics followed, Magnus gradually adjusted the importance of this topic, which was more psychological than psychic research, down until it was thrown into the bottom of the pile of questions.
Now, many years later, Magnus looked at his empty fingertips that were supposed to call upon his spiritual energy to light up a glimmer of light, and he suddenly touched the psychological state among the thousands of dust-laden questions back then. A fringe of answers to questions.
He took the poetry collection on the table and opened it again.
"I have no wandering soul/I am an old man in a drafty house/under the windy hills"
When Perturabo came just now, he did not answer why he wanted to go from the book The reason why the library took out this book, he thought at the time, he didn’t know.
But does he really not know?
“Think about it/Fear and courage can’t save us. Abnormal sins/are all caused by our bravery.” He whispered to himself, “I lost my enthusiasm: Why keep it/Since the rest must be adulterated? I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch/How can I use them to get closer to you?"
He? Discourage others from using their psychic powers, and tell yourself that this is out of concern.
Perturabo said that he just wanted to prove that he was not passive and languishing.
But why on earth did he do this?
——Because he found that he could no longer use his psychic powers.
Magnus's heart twitched painfully, and every empty beat was his own punishment.
He was so tired that he could no longer deny to himself that he, like all living beings, was not always noble, would never hate, slander, or be jealous.
"What will the spider do/stop its business? What about the weevil/should it be stopped? De Bailachi, Vriska, Madame Camé/are all caught up in the trembling bear's Outside the orbit/turn into dust." He didn't know what names these people in the poem had left in the old night. He only knew that when the ether left him, half of his soul also dried up. dust.
The listener interprets it with a subjective tendency and finds his or her own place in the poem - Morse once foreshadowed everything he would experience. What can he do? Stop his progress, stop him in his tracks?
Magnus took in a few rapid breaths of air, letting the excess airflow cause anesthetic pain in his chest.
When he discovered that psychic powers might just be a dirty fantasy created by evil spirits, why did his mind suffer a devastating disintegration in an instant?
——Because he knew that he could not let go of his spiritual power.
The only thing he can do is to continue to use this terrifying power with a thousand times more sorrow and caution after knowing how blasphemous this thing is.
"The gulls flying against the wind are on Bell Island/in the roaring strait, or running up to Cape Horn/white feathers are scattered on the snow, and the bay is everything"
But what he can't let go of is really... Psychic?
He observed his broad palms. The Emperor had given him everything he had now, from appearance, to talent, to environment, to mind.
The Emperor led him staggering onto a narrow road full of thorns, and the moment he stepped on the thorns, all he saw was the endless light radiating from the narrow door at the end of the road. There, he saw how bright everything in the world should be, and realized that the world was always so vast, so vast that it allowed anyone to have thousands of uninhibited dreams, and it was so vast that it allowed anyone to become his own master.
——He just saw the light.
What he wants is not knowledge, reason, or ether. What he wants is immortal light, and spiritual energy is just the only tower that can lift him to touch the sky.
Magnus closed his eyes and sank into his mind.
The state of mind is the long ladder through which the ordinary mind can climb upward. Through this path, he and the scholars ascended to a clear and calm state of mind, allowing the body of light to be controlled by reason, and thus exploring the ether laws and logic.
But what he wants to do now is not to let reason control his mind. On the contrary, he wants the unconscious wave to overturn the rational iceberg.
If a person repeatedly says that he wants to do something, then it can only be because he cannot do it; if a person repeatedly strengthens a certain knowledge of himself, then it is only because he Don't think so. If a man pretends to be a warrior, he is running away.
Only by first touching the base of thought can he ascend to a higher path again.
Perturabo was looking forward to him, and his brother's scolding and comforting remained in this hut. He didn't know how far he could go - really didn't know this time, maybe he had rested enough, maybe not yet.
“And an old man is driven by the trade winds/to a sleepy corner.”
Magnus took a deep breath, abandoned all thoughts, and fell into the unconscious emotions of the soul. foreign.
Use this chapter to make a few statements:
First of all, ponies and the Thousand Sons will never stay away from psionics. They will only sharply criticize Russ's self-deception of playing with runes, praise Khan's attitude towards psionics, and advise Mortarion not to only use integer multiples of seven. bath.
Secondly, Magnus is one of the three most important primarchs in this article.
Finally, the author is a buffoon, very evil in nature, not a serious person at all (sad
(End of this chapter)