What does Resonation feel like?
First, you stand and quiet your thoughts. You focus on the sounds you make: the thumping of your heart, the shhh of sand crunched between your toes, the crack of your neck as you stretch, and your slow release of breath. These are all static distractions, hiding your inherent tune. You brush them aside and push your senses deeper. Not listening. Ears are a useless organ to a Resonator. You know that sound waves are about pressure. You feel them pressing against your chest, feel them dancing through your fingertips, like a gentle breeze, meant only for you.
You grasp Resonation, feeling the whirlwind of power form about you. What once seemed only chaos and random becomes patterned to you. You see the reason why bits of sand leap and ride the wind. You know the path a droplet of sweat will follow before it falls. Within the current of new stimulus, you reside at the eye of the storm. You look inward.
Finally, you find your own tune, cradled within your core. You know it’s different from anyone else’s. You begin to move your arms, smiling as the decibels of your sound wax and wan. With your own tune in mind, you open your eyes and look around. To your surprise, a young cat has scampered out onto the ground, not ten feet from you. It watches you with head canted to the side. Like a bat’s echo-sounding, you press your tune out towards the cat and feel the wave rebound. The cat’s ears fold back for a moment, and it arcs its back in a stretch. For a normal human, it would take a myriad of equipment and calculations to determine the cat’s tune, frequency and decibels. You perceive this instantly.
Now you confront the choice: Tuned or Untuned Resonation. For now you choose Tuned, the matching of your tune to that of the cat. Like working a potter’s wheel you set to the task. You gently nudge and sculpt your tune, always causing slivers of change. Heighten the frequency; lower the decibels. You mold your tune, noticing its effects to your posture and stance. You start to hutch over, turning your ear towards the cat. You paw the ground with your toe, feeling the ripple of sound pulse shiver up your spine. The cat’s curiosity becomes more potent then its apprehension as it approaches. It seems surprised you bear a different smell then you. It corrects this discrepancy with ample leg rubbing. The cat shows no fear as you focus your pulse beneath it and lift it into the air. Its only response is to lick some sand off your nose.
The two of you turn in unison as a mouse scurries into view. Time slows for you as you invert your Resonation becoming Untuned. The whirlwind caves in upon you as fury fills you. The cat’s ears fold into attack position. It coils up prepping for the strike. You reach out and slam the mouse’s tune with your own. It freezes in place under your bombardment. The cat senses its prey is pinned and lunges. Sand flees aside before the cat’s resonically surged charge. A sneer of bared teeth crosses your face. The mouse never had a chance.