"What do you mean what would happen?" Sean looks curious at the angel.
"I don't wanna overwhelm you. I do miss paradise and get to go every now and then." Elijah smiles then he finishes his beverage as well.
"Thanks for sharing. I appreciate it, Sean affirmed. Makes me feel human to have an actual conversation. Most of the conversations I've had here have been a mystery." Sean gave the bottle to Elijah. "Thanks for the drink. I'm gonna attempt this again," he bellowed.
Elijah put out his hand as his bottle levitated toward the trash can before being gently deposited.
All right, I can do this, I can do this. Sean ran forward, put his hand on the wall. He felt his body belay toward the wall. He stepped slowly. Smack! He hit the ground hard rolling over holding his left shoulder. Damn! "Almost there, almost there. I need to calculate to make this work." Sean thought back to his college dropout days. Walking up he observed the wall and its curvature.
Elijah looked curious at Sean. What are you up to?
Sean then extended his arm against the wall. My arm is about two feet long. He slapped his arm on the wall numerous times around the bend. The curvature of the wall is about thirty feet. Sean dashed toward the curving wall's front, his feet belaying his body toward the ground. Tabatha, I adore you! That's ten, twenty, and then thirty. Leaping off the wall, he jumped on the floor, gripping his chest.
"I see you're trying hard to keep your emotions under control. You may genuinely grasp your spiritual energy when Tabatha is your focus. She is the one to whom you dedicated a great deal of your energy back home. However, you are far more capable than you realize. I can see why Samantha chose you, but mastering this concept will take a long time. You'll have to study and quit being so sluggish. Yes, I read your file; you are a slacker. However, I'm amazed, and I am not easily impressed."
"You only needed to do ten, not thirty steps on the wall," Elijah chuckled. "I want you to push your limits."
"You've got to be kidding me," Sean bellowed as he rolled on the ground, clutching his shoulder. "All of that, and I only needed to do ten steps."
"Well, it's only going to go get harder from here on out. So, take heart, and know that you must push yourself, and it your courage here today demonstrates that you have the potential to succeed." Elijah gave another double clap, walked over to him, and raised his hands once more. "Are you prepared for the final exam?" Before we proceed to the final test, I'd like to discuss how mana affects your actions and abilities both here and when you return to Earth and hopefully help people in your world." Mana is fundamentally what the spiritual realm is made of." Elijah took his fist, opening it wide, and then closed it quickly. "If you think negative thoughts, then your mana will be restricted."
"It reminds mean that when we don't eat right and take care of our bodies, bacteria and other things grow in our bloodlines," Sean said with a smile.
"You're getting it, but it's so much more than that." "So this section is to test your ability to understand how the spiritual realm works and the consequences of your actions," Elijah said, raising his two hands above his head, interlocking them. "With positive thoughts, your spiritual flow will be more substantial because you will be in tune with your body. The spiritual flow is required for attacking, defending, and for traversing the spiritual realms. As you can see, Dreamweavers are capable of flight, and those skills are difficult to learn."
Sean looked at Elijah, slightly dumbfounded. "I had to stay positive all the time to operate and use spiritual powers, or even attempt to become a Dreamweaver."
Elijah circled Sean, their noses nearly touching. "Certain people are better at spiritual disciplines, did you know? Some people have it. Don't tell me you can't achieve it, and it means you may have to work harder. It takes more than positivity, but focus. My first assessment of you, I found you pathetic."
"Thank you," Sean murmured under his breath. "Go ahead and rub it in because everyone has always said I'm pathetic. But I did it, and I never imagined I'd be able to."
"Let me finish," Elijah demanded. "However, in the last few hours, I've noticed you have an innate ability to love deeply. If you focus and use positive emotions that may have caused you pain or happiness on Earth, I believe you will be able to grow as a Dreamweaver and make a difference in your personal life. Isn't it true that the ultimate goal is to reach paradise? Everyone wants to get there, and I believe you can."
Sean stood there, his eyes swollen with moisture. I desperately want to return to Tabatha, but the only way to do so is to become a Dreamweaver. Without Tabatha, eternal life would be meaningless.
"Now, let me return to what I was saying. When it comes to mana flow, you must be careful to keep your focus and your body in sync. This means you can't lose control or use too much mana, or you'll be useless on the battlefield. Furthermore, imagine that the demon you're fighting is far too powerful. What if the person is too far gone for you to help? Do you abandon them to die? Do you fail to complete the mission? Do you make every effort to save this person?"
The barrage of questions made Sean dizzy. The noble response would be to fight. "If I'm outmatched, I'll flee. I live to fight another day. If I die, I am no good to anyone. If I die in the dream world, The Void is next to visit." Torture is not on my bucket list of things to do.
"You'll flee to save your own skin... interesting." Elijah's nose twitched to the left as if he detected a foul odor.
"Would you like to fill me in on something?" Is fleeing for my life a form of desertion?" Sean quickly tapped his left foot. It is impossible to help someone who has gone too far, and others require assistance as well. According to what I've heard, there aren't enough Dreamweaver's to go around."
"Outstanding responses!" Elijah clenched his fist. "I don't want to overload you with information. If you need to make a quick decision about handling a situation, that could mean the difference between life and death for you or a fellow Dreamweaver. Remember the danger you will be going into." Elijah stretched and winked at Sean, who remained seated on the ground.
"How long does a Dreamweaver have to wait for salvation? That is, assuming I don't perish on the way." He let go a slight chuckle.
Elijah hissed. "I can't tell you that, but I can say it is longer than five years. It all depends on what happens in your trial, and I'm sure yours is coming up soon."
"My trial. Samantha hasn't told me anything about this. You mean they're going to put me on trial for what I did on Earth? Do I get representation?" Sean's mind raced as he slowly freaked out, his eyes twitching.
"It won't be until tomorrow, so you have all night to think about it, and I think you'll be fine. Samantha will be there to defend you, and it isn't a matter of winning or losing; but why you would be a valuable member of our society. Samantha is probably planning your defense as we speak."
Sean thought back to Samantha. She was acting strange, and maybe she was worried about defending me. Perhaps she thought he was weak or a waste of space. I'm so much more. I can do this… for Samantha.