Buddha's Brain Novels & Stories

Arnold was brimming with delight as he paced back and forth, unable to hide the excitement bubbling inside him. Every few steps he would clasp his hands together before separating them again, as though his thoughts were running much faster than his legs could keep up. "Don't you know, young master, a brain is the most complex organ in anyone's body. People often praise the heart for emotions or the muscles for strength, but in truth, the brain commands everything. Every movement, every memory, every pain, every fear, every instinct to survive. Would you believe it that there are people whose body strength could become much stronger and more powerful just because their brain believed so?"

As for the brown that symbolised earth and its minerals, it still was required; and that was why it shone brilliantly still. With the fluidity of water Master Subhuti was able to gently bring himself back to earth, and with the firmness of earth he kept himself stable. The shadow of the golden Buddha behind him grew brighter, and then it moved. "Breath: Buddha's Incarnate" Master Subhuti mumbled, and the Buddha's image behind him came alive. The five colours that danced around the Taoist God seemed to find a new home in the Buddha, for they all flew away from Master Subhuti and integrated themselves into the Buddha. The formerly dull eyes of the Buddha were filled with the yellow brilliance

Inside he found a tangle of arteries and veins, each horrifyingly thick, until he saw the brain, a wrinkled and crumpled mush of soft tissues so grotesquely huge. Driven to madness by pain, the yeti careened hither to thither like the rampaging beast it became, using its head to batter at whatever hard objects it could find – huge boulders, misshapen rock columns, and so forth – while obliterating them to mere rubble and gravel. Inside its skull, Chu Xun stepped on a giant vein – one which he knew he won't be able to wrap his arms around, given its girth – like a child stepping on a swing and launched himself towards the brain.

"First of all, I can't give you a positive answer. If I tell you exactly that they won't suffer from fishing again, your benefactors don't believe it, so I won't say so, but not all released spirits will suffer from fishing again. Second, the fish caught again have their own karma and its causal reward, so we can't identify all fishes that have been released will be caught again.This is a terrible speech with great consequences. It is an act of preventing others from releasing and creating karma.You may doubt my words at this time, so you can think for yourself. " The young monk then folded his palms and saluted several tourists. After hearing this, Elisa White did not think about such a met

Instead of answering directly, Mu Zi looked at Fu Chujun, pointing to the flower garden steps drawn on the paper, and asked, "Mrs. Fu, if you brought your child to such a place, what would you do?" Mrs. Fu frowned, "These steps are too steep, I would have pushed the stroller and left straight away." "Xiang Qing Luo thought the same thing, she was just passing by and didn't intend to stay there." Mu Zi looked at the Federation President and continued, "There is a special area of our brain known as the anterior cingulate cortex, which is able to perceive subtle changes in the environment and act as an early warning, causing us to have fear or premonitions, as if, when we come to this kind of s

I couldn’t sleep at night because my brain keeps thinking of Lena and I am so worried for her. She broke my friend’s arm and it makes me feel sad knowing that she changes to become someone that I don’t even know. I was resting myself on my bunk and about to take a little nap before I visits B block. Z gets better day by day, she already off her sling yesterday. I’ve been taking care of her since last week Lena breaking her arm at court.

He was taller and his legs were longer, but she had always been the fast one to dash between obstacles. Uncle Aram and Emil mind-linked her saying that her orders had been followed and they were almost done. Time was moving in strange spurts of speed. She almost found amusement in remembering a comedic explanation of Theory of Relativity. Brain was a strange organ, conjuring random thoughts and memories in the moment of crucial life events.

“Mother, Brando’s here,” Melora called, watching from the front window as the black Porsche pulled into the circular drive. It had been weeks since she’d seen Brando and, aside from the one brusque call she’d received about the folly of getting involved with ‘Benson’, he’d been unusually quiet, busy running ‘Channing Industries’ outstandingly well.

Martial arts training was used to open the god spot so that more parts of the brain could be utilized. Zayn had only utilized about 15% of his brain’s capacity so far! According to his calculations, an unbeatable fighter would be able to utilize 50% of his brain! The ability to utilize 50% of the brain would allow the person to go from three-dimensional thinking to four-dimensional thinking. As such, he theorized that an unbeatable fighter would be able to gain abilities like causing mental disruption. This was supported by scientific theories and was not just a fantasy. Just how powerful would a person be if they could utilize 100% of their brain capacity? Zayn found it hard to imagine and

When the complete body was rebuilt, the whole black Qi returned to its original appearance as the little monk. "F*ck, it's normal again!" The corners of the old monk's eyes narrowed slightly. For a moment, he could not respond. "What the hell is going on?" He couldn't understand it at all! "What is the Buddhist child doing?" The middle-aged monk asked in confusion. "Could it be that after Samuel self-destructed, the Buddhist child 's brain was hurt? He can't understand what he is doing now." "Yes!" They were confused and could not figure out what was going on.