On the outskirts of the Jedi Temple was a series of gardens and groves maintained over the years by various members of the Order; glowing mushrooms as big as houses from Felucia, a meditation garden filled with bonshyyyr trees from Kashyyyk, a fountain garden filled with aquatic ferns and plants from Glee Ansem. Beyond the path where the jungles asserted themselves over the manicured growth and the Force sang with untamed life lay another grove. Dominated by the crystalline bark and black leaves of a towering cluster of Baffor trees native to Ithor, the grove had many flattened smooth rocks to serve as seats but was occupied by a solitary being.
Aamaw Jokolto hovered serenely above the jungle floor, eyes cracked half open in contemplation of the stones and leaves orbiting around him as he relaxed into the embrace of the Living Force. His awareness spread out across the jungle, leaving the Ithorian's body behind as he flowed through the connections that bound all things together through eternity. Flashes of insight burst through his consciousness almost too fast to track; the terror of a cornered prey and the satisfaction of the predator, the rush of sensation as a new mote of Light breathed its first breath and the numb exhaustion as another breathed its last.
All is one in the Force.
Taking a moment to bask in the feeling of oneness with the Universe, Aamaw eventually drifted back to his mortal tether and sent a pulse racing out into the Force for those who cared to feel it, calling them to join him beneath the Baffor grove. Since returning to the Temple the Ithorian Knight had been concerned to see so much derision and discussion amongst the Order as to their duties and their place in the galaxy and the basic beliefs that bound them together as Jedi. The new generation of Padawans was certainly spirited, but it dismayed Aamaw to think that they would be venturing out into a darkening galaxy without the surety of knowing just who and what they were.
It would fall to him to teach them, inspire them to be the kind of Jedi the Galaxy would need; to become the Jedi they were meant to be.
OOC Note: Switched to Ask, that's a lot of people
Aamaw Jokolto hovered serenely above the jungle floor, eyes cracked half open in contemplation of the stones and leaves orbiting around him as he relaxed into the embrace of the Living Force. His awareness spread out across the jungle, leaving the Ithorian's body behind as he flowed through the connections that bound all things together through eternity. Flashes of insight burst through his consciousness almost too fast to track; the terror of a cornered prey and the satisfaction of the predator, the rush of sensation as a new mote of Light breathed its first breath and the numb exhaustion as another breathed its last.
All is one in the Force.
Taking a moment to bask in the feeling of oneness with the Universe, Aamaw eventually drifted back to his mortal tether and sent a pulse racing out into the Force for those who cared to feel it, calling them to join him beneath the Baffor grove. Since returning to the Temple the Ithorian Knight had been concerned to see so much derision and discussion amongst the Order as to their duties and their place in the galaxy and the basic beliefs that bound them together as Jedi. The new generation of Padawans was certainly spirited, but it dismayed Aamaw to think that they would be venturing out into a darkening galaxy without the surety of knowing just who and what they were.
It would fall to him to teach them, inspire them to be the kind of Jedi the Galaxy would need; to become the Jedi they were meant to be.
OOC Note: Switched to Ask, that's a lot of people
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