Session - Wicked Wind - 3/13/2002

It's real windy today.

We woke up and something was wrong, anxious, pensive..... worried. Bordering on a panic attack. Throat hurt..... scratchy.... constricted. Did not want to go to Session.

But at about 10 minutes before leaving, drug self (selves) out of bed, somehow got ready in time.

Stepped outside into the wind and something just felt.... off. I personally liked the wind, it was cool, refreshing, cleansing. But it spooked some others. Like somethig wicked this way comes, following close on the heels of the winds that clear a path.

Still pensive through the drive. Somebody didn't want to go to Session.

When there, the Doc noticed we were really misweighted. A lot of grounding, just in the wrong place. To be frank, it was all in our ass. Spazzboy quickly figured out why, it's because we wanted to back into a corner, run away, scoot away from whatever it was we were about to face.

Aha.

Found out it's fear. No surprise there. But it was fear of being beaten. A little boy, standing in the corner, hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched up around his neck to brace for the impact that will come when somebody walks into the room. Eyes closed, the hope and pray that the door won't open a mantra recesitation...... but when the footsteps sound in the hallway, you know it's going to open. You know he's coming.

That fear.

Something new..... at least for some of us. Others remember it, but were warily dancing around this little ball of fear as it danced through the Cage. It wasn't the feeling of fear itself we were having to handle, but feelings about the fear. After working on some grounding, and getting everybody cool with the feeling and the thoughts, we were able to move on.

Lots of Blue.

We then talked of some supernatural things. The NightWalker and Day Strider. The city we were wanting to move to, the good and bad mojo, ghosts, spirits, skin riders.... even aliens.....

Doc called a pause. She pointed out that we were talking so comfortably about things that would normally disturb or terrify any normal human being. Yet, we were skirting around feelings..... which were things that were normally fairly passively understood. This wasn't random. Why did we think these two topics ended up side by side?

This got everybody's attention. Even silence for a few seconds.

I've been talking to a young girl lately, in the game. Two actually. They feel that because they are supernatural, they are freaks.... weird..... wrong. That it is so hard to continue to be around the mortals and cover up the supernatural abilities they have for fear of being labeled as outcasts. I'm sure this rings a familiar bell to many people in real life, too. Playing a supernatural character, I pointed out that to other supernaturals, it's the normals that are freaks.... weird... and wrong. They are so plain..... forgotten by Gaia.... I (my character) wouldn't really want to be like "them." Humans have this penchance for labeling things. It sprang out of the Enlightenment. Scientists must study, label, dissect and categorize everything. Humans must conquer their surroundings with knowledge and technology, really. That's why faith is such an iffy thing. The same goes for the mortal population in the game.... if they do not understand it, they are scared of it. They label it nasty things. Like 'freak.' Only what is understood becomes "normal."

This is why we were able to, at Session today, speak so freely of supernatural things. We understand that, it's normal to us. But we skirted aroud the feeilngs.... that's what's abnormal and freakish. That's why we panicked.