When it became clear that I would not be able to learn to focus my Navitas on my own, I started following them to their training every day. I was determined not only to learn the Navitas, but also to be better than any of them.
To escape discovery, I would watch and listen from a distance while the masters taught them. Each day, I would stay behind for hours after they left to practise on my own. Once I felt I had a good grasp of the principles, I stopped following them, as I knew someone would begin to notice my absences during those particular times. Instead, I would sneak off into the forest whenever I saw an opportunity.
The first exercise was to clear your mind of all thoughts. You had to let go of who you were, and pour your soul into your surroundings, become a part of everything around you. You had to shift your entire awareness from an internal to an external focus. It heightened your perception of the texture of the ground under your feet, the whisper of the wind through the leaves, the soft rush of the distant waterfall. It sharpened all your senses. It was a discipline that I did not easily achieve. I was too easily distracted, but I was determined. Time and time again, I would still myself and attempt the seemingly impossible only to find my thoughts drifting off to trivial matters.
My persistence paid off. The first time I achieved Navitas, my consciousness floated far and wide. The tether between my body and my awareness seemed so strained and faint. I started fearing I would not be able to find my way back. Of course, the instant that thought crashed into my mind, my consciousness recoiled into my body. It felt as if I had been doused with ice-cold water. I was shivering and shaking all over, completely drained.
After many hours of disciplined practice, I eventually mastered my Navitas and I moved on to focusing it on what I wanted to achieve. The first few attempts failed miserably. As soon as I tried to focus my Navitas on a single point, it all collapsed back on me.
During one such attempt, I noticed a very peculiar thing. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a large sleek animal stalking out from the nearby underbrush. As soon as I turned to look at it, my focus collapsed and the all too familiar wave of chills washed over me. I jumped up and looked around, but could find no evidence of a creature of that size having passed where I thought I’d seen it.
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