Becoming Supernatural Meditations Novels & Stories

I shut the door behind me, locking it carefully, then laid the book on my desk. The cover glimmered faintly in the dawn light, like it was alive. I ran my hand over it, whispering to no one but myself. “You’ll help me end him.” Then I opened it again. Page after page, I read until the sun rose completely, painting the world in pale gold. The book spoke of mirrors of thought, techniques to teach telepaths to reflect emotion rather than absorb it, to project calm even while their minds burned. It described meditation patterns, breathing cycles, and ancient chants meant to align energy with memory.

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it roared again. I closed my eyes and tried to meditate, but it looked like I wasn't getting it. "Follow your mind and walk according to the path it shows forth, into the depth of the woods. The part is set alone to roam only by immortals. In the woods, after the land of the living and after the skull dessert and after the seven white stones, you shall go. Into the abyss that holds the boundary between the natural and supernatural. There, you would find that, which is to tell and teach you all you would ever need to learn." The voice said, and immediately without any form of protest, I picked up my test materials from the lab and shoved them into my bag before sprinting away.

“How?” “Meditation. Deep, sustained meditation that creates a barrier between feeling and magic. Your ancestors used it when they needed absolute control despite emotional turmoil.” “How long does it take to learn?” “Months. Years, sometimes. But we can start immediately with Tobias. Give him tools to manage the anxiety before it causes another incident.” I agreed, but part of me wondered if we had months. If Iris’s vision were to give us that much time.

The walls seemed to close in around me, amplifying the emptiness that lingered within. I made my way to my sanctuary, my room, where the soft glow of candlelight bathed the space in a warm, calming ambiance. Taking a deep breath, I released the tension that had settled within my muscles, allowing myself a moment of respite. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, I centered myself, my hands resting on my knees. Closing my eyes, I delved into the depths of meditation, seeking solace and clarity amidst the chaos that surrounded us. The soft incantations and ancient spells rolled off my tongue, their melodies resonating with the energy that flowed through me.

Livia recited. He sent her an approving smile. "What they retain becomes susceptible to collective human influence. They begin to change, physically, to reflect human beliefs about supernatural beings. Demons become ‘vampires,’ as you call them." Livia gave him wide eyes. "Whoa. That’s some quantum entanglement shit, right there. So, which supernatural is strongest?"

, Amelia, please listen to me." I say nothing and just wait. The man then continues to speak and explains, "Amelia, you may not remember me now, but I am your best friend, my name is Cecilia, and I am here to help you. I am sure cameras are watching, but since no one has come here, they must not have someone actively monitoring each room. You must listen carefully and do precisely what I say when I say so and trust me so you can leave this place safely. Do not worry, you can do this, as you have done so thousands of times." As soon as the man says his name is Cecilia, I am alert and listening intently. Cecilia explains that we both need to be seated on the bed cross-legged in a meditation po

“My son had developed a weird obsession towards spiritual practice so he would often act as a mediator between the human world and the spirit world. We tried to explain to him that he was too young to practice these critical rituals and without a spiritual teacher he may land into trouble as these things are not for faint hearts. But he didn't pay heed to our warnings. He started his daily rituals and meditation to achieve his obsession.” “After practicing for quite a long period he started to see future events of people. Things were normal, until the disfigured, pale, horrific spirits started appearing to him. He stopped his meditation mid-way, as he struggled to concentrate, felt anxious,

She explained and I nodded, attesting to the last part of her words. "We will get on the main thing now. Give her candles." She instructed her people and they handed over two candles to me, one in each hand. "What I need you to do now is to go deep into meditation, and summon your energies. You need to remain in that realm for as much as possible, so as not to stop the work halfway." It seemed so easy but it was not. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on my thoughts. Annatoria released a strange chant that sent chills down my spine. I felt goosebumps on my skin.