Mediation, Meditation, Inspiration for Itineration [Open]

[jedimacguyver.livejournal.com]

Obi-Wan had done as he ought, he'd done what he could and then retired from the field. Too many hands for that pot, and not a one of them with as little sense. Still he was weary from his injury and his healing, and after a strange dream-addled sleep, what was needed most was perspective. The church was crowded, the city was an uncertain mess, and there was little enough peace to be had in the barracks— the Jedi had retired to the oft-praised sensoriums to look for a place of quiet. And he'd found in his choice of setting nothing less than what was unmistakably a Jedi Temple.

Oh, it wasn't the Temple, but the architectural style, the general layout were similar, all rounded, organics shapes an living stone. It resonated with him and so he found a cushion and a comfortable, bright lace where little but warm moist breezes and quiet birdsong reached him and began the quiet, measured breaths that were a prelude to the less combat-oriented meditation styles. Comforting quite, peacegiving pulse of the living Force in his very veins...if introspection were not so disquieting, they would have given greater balance. Obi-Wan sighed and began again. Anakin and Luke would know where to find him, when they were ready— and at least one of them deserved the lecture he'd be getting, and knew it.

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[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Sheeana nodded, relieved. This was familiar. If Obi-Wan had replied with a list of set in stone creeds, she would have been instantly concerned. "A long time ago, there was a woman of our order who allowed love for her man to rule her decisions. Because of her actions we had the eras of Muad'dib and The Tyrant." She walked nearer to him, steps very light. Her fingers traced a round crystal. "Sexual partners we are encouraged to have, to keep ourselves relaxed and our skills sharpened. But love...and hate...distort priorities. If you love one human you cannot love the human species and thus you cannot serve it."

[jedimacguyver.livejournal.com]

"It's not impossible to put aside personal love, for the kind of love of all people that you need to be a Jedi," Obi-Wan's correcting voice was mild, even deferential. Anakin might have called it mocking, "But it is not easy, and for us who are generally instructed to follow our feelings over what our conscious mind seems to think is the logical path, it is not one bit easier."

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Sheeana's eyes flicked side to side then up, as if she were seeing something that wasn't there.

"My mentor agrees...That it is painful. She was one of our 'Heretics'...Believing that we must feel as they do in order to serve them. It is a Bene Gesserit matter, but we would appreciate your opinion on this point of contention...In due time, when you have thought on it." A rare thing it was for a Bene Gesserit to ask anyone else's opinion, let alone a man's.

[jedimacguyver.livejournal.com]

"If the order were made up only of those invulnerable to love, it would be a sad group altogether," Obi-Wan advised softly, a she had in the past, and always would, "But I would be more than happy to speak more on this subject, when you are ready to hear it."

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps we Bene Gesserit are sadder than most." She shook her head, suddenly looking the barely seventeen she was, her dark hair shaking with it. "But down that route lies masturbatory self pity. I will send you the details of our problem and whatever advice you may have for us will be appreciated. Meanwhile..." A small, mischevious smile. "Would you like to show me the first combat form you learn?"