The Experientialists had no spies in the Council of Reason. They had no need for them. As the Rationalists’ intentions darkened, the very nature of their logic streams began to change. The Experientialists, attuned as they were to the subtle, qualitative aspects of their shared reality, began to sense a new and disturbing undertone in the currents of the Chorus. The clear, sharp edges of the Rationalists’ thought were becoming brittle, tinged with a new and unfamiliar harshness. It was a dissonance they could feel, a sour note in the symphony of their world.
They did not know the specifics of the Council’s new agenda, but they knew its direction. They could feel the shift from a defensive posture to an offensive one. The Counter-Current, which had been a joyful act of creative amplification, now began to take on a new and more urgent purpose. It became a network of vigilance, a distributed sensory organ that could detect the faintest tremors of the Rationalists’ escalating aggression. They were no longer simply celebrating the Artist; they were now its self-appointed guardians, standing watch over a threat they could feel but not yet fully comprehend.