Chapter 86 Magnus Gives Himself Psychological Counseling

A person's language, his behavior, his self-perception, and the real thinking that truly supports his personality deep in his psychology are four twisted and rotating single arcs that 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 psionics in reading minds at the latter's private academy, he first saw it with great clarity. You can see how different the ripples reflected by individual thoughts are at different levels.

Involved in what was more of a medical project than a research project was a Tizka man who had been severely traumatized by the death of his partner. Their task, of course, was to bring his mind back to life.

Thothmus, a master of spiritual research, invited him to participate in a healing session and took this opportunity to fill in the gaps in spiritual research in Prospero's many libraries.

Together, the two of them carefully separated a etheric 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 lights like crystal prisms in the outer periphery of the mind, showing the emotions of mortals. In his mind, he was recalling every minute of his past all the time.

Magnus worried that he might inadvertently damage the surface of mortal minds with too much power, but with psychic powers at his disposal like an arm, he easily led scholar Thothmus beyond the clear thoughts flowing in mortal minds. , jumping into the core of mortal thinking.

There, as expected, the two find 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 believed that by weakening the influence of this heart voice, mortals could 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.

Thoughts move 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 Resentment over the death of a partner.

After reaching his conclusion, Trotmus set about weakening the intensity of the emotional winds in the underlying structure rendering the mental castle, while Magnus fell into a rare confusion that could not be solved, and recorded the incident in his research manual. , a question mark is added before the number.

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 should have summoned his spiritual energy to light up a glimmer of light, and he suddenly touched an edge of the answer to that psychological question among the thousands of dust-laden questions back then. .

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 first arrived, he had not answered why he had taken the book out of the library, thinking at the time that he did not 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 vision, smell, hearing, taste and touch/How can I use them to get closer to you?”

He advised others not to use their psychic powers, telling himself it was out of concern.

Perturabo said he just wanted to prove that he was not passive and lethargic.

But why on earth would he do this?

——Because he found that he could no longer use his psychic powers.

Magnus's heart twitched painfully, each empty beat being 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 stop? De Bailachi, Vriska, Madame Camé/are all swept out of the orbit of the trembling bear/and turned 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 and turned into dust.

The listener interprets 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 sharp breaths of air, letting the excess flow cause a narcotic pain in his chest.

Why did his mind collapse so suddenly when he found out that psychic power might be nothing but a dirty fantasy created by evil and filth?

——Because he knew that he couldn't let go of psychic power.

The only thing he could do was to continue to use this terrifying power with a thousand times more sorrow and caution after knowing how blasphemous it was.

"Gulls flying against the wind, in the wind-roaring strait of Belle Island, or running to Cape Horn, white feathers scattered on the snow, the bay is everything"

But is it really psychic power that he can't let go of?

He observed his broad palm. The Emperor gave him everything he has now, from appearance, to talent, to environment, to heart.

The Emperor led him to stagger onto a narrow road full of thorns, and the moment he stepped on the thorns, he saw only the endless brilliance 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 is always so vast, so vast that anyone can have unfettered dreams, and so vast that anyone can become his own master.

——He just saw the light.

What he wanted was not knowledge, not reason, not ether. He wanted immortal light, and psychic power was just the only tower that could lift him to touch the light of heaven.

Magnus closed his eyes and sank into his mind.

The mind is the ladder by which the mortal mind can climb up. He and the scholars went through this path to a state of clarity and calmness, allowing the light body to be controlled by reason, thereby exploring the laws and logic of ether.

But what he had to do now was not to let reason control the mind. On the contrary, he wanted to let the waves of unconsciousness overturn the iceberg of reason.

If a person repeatedly said that he wanted to do something, it was only because he could not do it; if a person repeatedly strengthened his cognition, it was only because he did not think so. If a man disguises himself as a warrior, he is running away.

Only by first touching the foundation of his mind can he rise to a higher path again.

Perturabo is waiting for him, and his brother's rebuke and comfort remain in this hut and have never left. He doesn't know how far he can go - this time he really doesn't know, maybe he has rested enough, maybe not yet.

"And an old man is driven by the trade wind/to a sleepy corner."

Magnus took a deep breath, abandoned all thoughts, and fell into the ocean of unconscious spiritual emotions.

Let me make a few statements in this chapter:

First, the pony and the Thousand Sons will never stay away from psychic power. They will only criticize the self-deception of Russ's men playing runes, praise the Khan's attitude towards psychic power, and persuade Mortarion not to take a bath only on the integer multiples of seven.

Second, Magnus is one of the three most important primarchs in this article.

Finally, the author is a clown, with a very evil nature, and is not a serious person at all (sad