Becoming Supernatural Meditations Novels & Stories

"Light isn't just brightness. It's life. Energy, truth to wield it properly, you must become one with it." "How do I do that?" "We start with meditation and with connection and understanding your place in the natural order." She sat down cross-legged. "Sit." I sat. "Close your eyes and breathe.... Feel the sun on your face." I did as she said. "Now reach for your power but don't release it. Just... feel it. Understand it and make friends with it." "Good," Miriam said quietly. "Now ask it a question. What are you? Why are you here?"

I guess it was eerily quiet then…since the two of them didn't seem to mind the silence. "Ok, we're about to begin." Freya placed a hand on one of my shoulders. "Take a deep breath and close your eyes." "Don't think of anything," Sarah placed her hand on another shoulder. "Just focus internally. Focus on yourself. Forget everything else." Following their instructions, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, letting the silence and the darkness envelop me in a blanket, leaving behind everything else. It was a good thing that I had been practicing meditation for the last few days while trying to find the source of my powers, or it wouldn't have been possible for me to be this calm.

I couldn't move my arms or legs. I could hear Damon in the background. He sounded so far away. "Stop fighting it." "fighting what? I feel paralyzed." "relax, let the herbs open your mind, just breathe deep and imagine you are in your wolf form and you are searching for something; use your senses to guide you."

Susan began to chant softly in the ancient language of the Moon Goddess, her words echoing through the temple, blending with the wind that swept through the open roof. "Goddess of the Moon, hear our call, Awaken the power in one so small. By your light and ancient might, Bring forth the strength that hides from sight. Bless the one who stands before, Unlock the wolf powers, forevermore." The air around me began to vibrate, the energy growing stronger with each word Susan spoke. My entire body tingled, the strange sensation deepening. My wolf stirred within me, excited, restless. There was something raw and primal in the air, something I had never felt before. It wrapped around me and seeped

Healing modalities that honored the interconnectedness of mind, body, and spirit flourished, bringing about transformative shifts in well-being and restoring harmony to individuals and communities. In the exploration of consciousness, beings delved into the depths of their own minds and expanded their awareness. Meditation, astral travel, and lucid dreaming became gateways to profound self-discovery, enabling beings to tap into their authentic essence and explore the infinite possibilities of their existence. Through these journeys of self-exploration, they accessed higher realms of consciousness, connecting with cosmic wisdom and understanding their place in the vast tapestry of the univers

It was a period of transformation. Was all that loudness mere distractions? If a person wears his heart in his sleeves, then what does he hide beneath that chest? How can the silence be so mean and unforgiving? Does the refusal to speak simply means that there was nothing to be said anymore? In thirty days, a butterfly's life will be complete, coming out of the cocoon as a changed and majestic creature. But humans aren't butterflies and thirty days weren't enough. In thirty days, you're world can turn upside down. You can learn a new way to breathe. You can grow into something you've never imagined to be. You can laugh like you never did before.

I imagine the fox and Willow playing at tying one another up and the wolf sucking me off while we both watch, but I don’t cum until images of the half fae bartender joining the wolf flood my mind and I cum with a roar. That was fucking hot, but I don’t know where it came from. I have had orgies and threesomes, but never have I fantasized about such a situation or cum so hard from masterbating. The stress of getting everything finished for the club must be grating on me. I have to visit Morte Diem to check out how they handle a few things. They are the other supernatural club in town that has a similar theme and vibe and they are relatively new.

Instead, he outlined a series of practical steps: "First," he said, his voice dropping to a low hum, "we need to quiet the storm within. Meditation can help. Find a quiet corner each day, close your eyes, and focus on your breath. Imagine yourself like a still lake, emotions just ripples on the surface. With practice, the whispers of your intuition will become clearer." A flicker of hope ignited within me. Meditation wasn't some ancient ritual, it was something I could do.

Meditation, as he learned from a pair of old acquaintances—mystics of a rare western school of Buddhism—was an invaluable tool in the life of an immortal. It was a habit that he’d practised since long before he became truly immortal, and he was never as thankful for it as he was now, because it took him all of five minutes of listening to the sounds around his estate, of tapping into the rudimentary sorcerous enchantments he’d only barely begun laying into the foundations of his home, that he figured out where he was—or, more specifically, when he was. Tonight was the night that Favilla would be reborn into immortality.

I asked. “Yes, meditation will help strengthen your mind and help you have greater control over both parts of your brain. Werewolves have used meditation going back thousands of years to strengthen their focus, especially when in their werewolf forms. It is also used in our religion to have a deeper spiritual connection with the Moon Goddess. “We can start with a focused meditation. To begin, just close your eyes and focus on your breathing. Keep your mind on just the sensation of what happens within your body when you breathe in and out, and try not to let it wander. Do your best not to think about anything.”