Page 41 of The Seducer
Finn’s energy was fast and jerky – like Morse code signaling S.O.S. Whatever memories he was seeing, I sensed they weren’t pleasant.
Like a spider working on my web, I secured my energy boundaries as I’d been trained to do by the high priestess who had taught me about mind work.
“Always remember to shield yourself from negative energy,” she had warned. “Spiritual hygiene is vital for us empaths. It’s our only protection when we do this kind of work.”
Once I was ready, I reached out, attaching my own energy stream to Finn’s and slowing down his vibration. It surprised me how powerful his energy was. Whatever troubled Finn, it had to be high on the scale of trauma to be this strong. And if that was the case, the impact of my energy would serve only as a temporary relief.
After fifteen minutes, I ended the session and asked them how they were feeling.
Finn yawned and shrugged like he was fine. But our connection with our meditation had given me a glimpse into the demons he had faced from his past.
“It was very nice,” Hans said and bowed his head to me.
“And what memory came up for you?” I asked him.
“Oh, there were a few memories, but one is a rather embarrassing one, to be honest,” Hans admitted.
“Do you want to share it?” I asked and got up to check on the cake.
Looking at Finn, Hans hesitated, but then he nodded. “All right. It was from our second week during mediator training, and I had to get up in front of everyone and do a role-play to show that I’d mastered what we had been told about calming down agitated people.” Hans broke into a nervous laugh. “I dideverythingwrong, and embarrassed myself. Some of the other students even laughed at me,” he said. “I mean, they tried to hide it behind their hands, but I still knew.” Hans heaved out a loud sigh dramatically. “It was the worst moment of my life.”
Finn stared at him and then deep frown lines formed on his forehead. “That was theworstmoment of your life?” he asked in an incredulous tone of voice.
“Finn, do you want to share what memories came up for you?” I asked and walked over to the two men, who were now standing.
“Nah, I’m good,” Finn said and stretched his arms.
I looked into his eyes with sympathy in my heart. “Sharing can be a way to unburden yourself.”
He sighed. “All right, I was just remembering when I was about Tristan’s age.”
“And what did you remember?”
Finn broke our eye contact, his nostrils flaring and his body tensing up. “My life wasn’t easy back then, that’s all.”
“Was school hard for you?” Hans asked.
Pushing at his cheek with his tongue, Finn nodded. “Yeah, you could say that.”
“But you pulled through and became a doctor in the end,” Hans pointed out. “That’s something to be proud of.”
“What about you, Athena?” Finn looked straight at me. “What memories do you want to share with us?”
I considered whether or not I should tell him that I’d been too focused on him to allow my own memories to surface. This was a bonding experience, and maybe sharing a bit of myself with Finn would make it easier for him to open up to me. “My memory was a scary one at first, but then it changed into a good one.”
“Let’s hear it!” Finn encouraged.
“I was thinking about that time I was in your room when Magni came in.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Magni terrified me. Not only was he the man who kidnapped me, but I’d never met anyone so full of darkness and anger. In terms of energy, he was like a ticking bomb, just one word away from going off. And he looked at me with such resentment that I was sure he was going to explode and kill me in the process.”
“I would have never allowed him to hurt you,” Finn said, and there was a hint of sadness in his voice. “Magni isn’t some kind of monster you should have nightmares about. I understand that he frightened you, but I already explained to you that kidnapping you wasn’t an act of malice, it was an act of desperation to get back his wife, Laura.”
“You didn’t let me finish, or you would have heard the part that made my memory a good one,” I pointed out.
Finn waved his hand, signaling for me to continue.
