Deepak Chopra Quantum Healing Novels & Stories

“ cure Sharma to my sleeplessness.” the Sharma pretended to be in deep thoughts and then proceeded with “ I cannot help you ” at this point he lost it . “ what do you mean you can't help me, give me herbs to make me sleep. you helped me the first time “ the Sharma pretended to be confused. “ did I? I cannot remember ” “ you did ! I want you to make the herbs again for me. ” “ what is it that makes you unable to sleep? ” the Sharma asked even though he has asked this question a hundred times before.

“Just give me the highlights, Robb. I have a headache and I just want to go back home.” I said tiredly and my secretary and friend sighed, then he took a chair in front of my desk and sat on it silently watching me. “I have emptied your schedule for the rest of the day. You should go back home and get some rest. I asked the doctor for another sleeping pill prescription. I know that the current ones don’t help.” He said, and I raised my eyes a little to look at him and he gave me a comforting smile, then patted my hand that was on the desk.

Hugging my shoulders nervously, I still didn’t dare to express my concerns to him, I just walked, listening to the priest’s quiet voice: “The decoctions that I gave you are a collection of herbs that help open energy channels,” he explained, “an ointment that was rubbed in would help relax the muscles. You see, you are now, not only as an empty vessel, but also sealed. - But I somehow manifested a gift ... - Yes, apparently there is very little left, one might say at the bottom. But whether it will be possible to return it at least a little, that is the will of the Creators and your endurance.

I scanned his body in a single breath, the wolfish instincts guiding me to every part that required attention. The healing process unfolded seamlessly. My hands, an extension of an ability rooted in the mystical, moved with purpose. Every touch sent waves of curative energy through Jake's form, knitting together the threads of vulnerability. The room, once a backdrop to the intimate dance of survival, now bore witness to a silent exchange of life's regenerative power.

Message From Author "When Love Heals" is the English translation of the Thai novella "Duang Jai Khong Ma Prot", which explores the theme of an uncle and his illegitimate niece. Introduction In this story, Parker Callahan, the hero, has long harbored feelings for Lydia Harris, the girl next door. After a painful breakup caused by her boyfriend's betrayal, Lydia returns home feeling heartbroken. Seizing the opportunity, Parker steps in to offer her comfort and care. His gentle and affectionate nature makes Lydia's heart flutter, especially since his warmth and charm stand in stark contrast to her previous experiences. How could she not be moved and find solace in his embrace? Join us as their

"Elara." She set the book aside. “Yes?” “I’m scared.” “Of what?” “That I’ll lose this. You.” “You won’t,” she said softly, moving to sit beside him. He looked at her like she was the only thing left holding him to the earth. His voice trembled. “What if I’m never fully healed?” She placed her hand on his chest, right over his heart. “You are healing. Every day. You’re already more than what they left behind.”

: is she okay or does our Queen B needs rehab? I took her phone from her. What is this? I whispered, you tell me! She said immediately. Where were you last night Zuri, I searched for you, I asked and I came out, your car had zoomed off in the night, I asked Mason he said, you had migraines and you needed to rest and I shouldn't worry, only for me to see this when I woke up in the morning. What time is it, I asked It's we need a solution o clock, G answered sarcastically. Hahaha, how funny I responded, what do they mean by rehab? What is going on

Doctor Shem explained his face facing the floor. , "What are you saying, doctor?" Sheila shouted as she gripped Doctor Shem's hand. "We have done everything we can, but your mother's illness is unusual." Doctor Shem explained to the already devastated Sheila. "But doctor, can't you still..." Sheila interrupted but before she could finish her sentence, the machine started blinking red, and Shiela's mother began shaking violently, causing confusion and panic among the doctors and nurses. The machine abruptly stopped when Shiela's mother stopped moving, and Doctor Shem used his telescope to examine her before delivering the devastating news. "I'm sorry, but she's gone."

"I know. But this can't wait. I've been researching healing consciousness transfer, trying to understand why Jamie nearly died taking your pain. The literature points back to Geneva. They've been studying empathic healing for fifteen years. They have protocols for training it, for controlling it, for weaponizing it." "Weaponizing healing abilities?"

"Focus on your energy. Let it flow slowly and follow your guidance." Taking another deep breath, I closed my eyes once more. This time, I concentrated on a clear image: the grasses growing strong and healthy, each blade coming to life as it reached upward toward the sun. I imagined the dry earth absorbing my healing energy and transforming into a vibrant green field. Gradually, I felt the wild force inside me settle, becoming something I could shape and guide.