Eckhart Tolle The New Earth Novels & Stories

I have to go there. ‘’Wait let me help you, I’ll join you.’’ ------------------------------------------- Eighth page of DEOS- Sola After the creation of the first being, The Creator crafted an immense sphere of warm element called Sola and placed it to his vastest domain called the space. After that a great expanse of vegetation started to sprout in earth, as nourishment to every critter that exists in this world, a gift from the Highest. The Great Creator placed his grand throne right at the top of the earth where his people are making a home, at the middle of Atla and Miragin, where these two high points of earth meets.

Many are clairvoyant, they still keep the perfection of the original man before the so"called Fall ... To descend to that world is to know the true life of the Earth. Those of us on the surface are as if we are excluded from it. Perhaps the Garden of Eden was located right there. Estela will know her origin and perhaps that of all of us ... It is to find an answer to our enigmas and questions from the past. Jules Verne mentioned THE HOLLOW EARTH. He was a seer of realities in all his works. Will Estela resist the descent and what consequences will the visit bring for her? "By his temperament, we know that YES and because of his intelligence, we will know that she will provide us with many le

The tide advanced, erasing footprints, rewriting coastlines the gentle way time prefers. Night came, scattering satellites like cautious stars. From orbit, the planet glowed faintly…not with concrete cities but with balanced light evenly spread across seas and continents. Earth had slipped, almost unconsciously, into collaboration with itself. And deep within that quiet resonance, a final whisper threaded through magnetic fields, unheard yet everywhere: “Balance maintained. Humanity…learning.”

His head was just waltzing, it was just rolling like a celestial spiral. "From here, I will lead you back to the era where none of these exists. The era of peace which mankind abhors so much. A time my little boy, when people understood what nature is and how they lived with it. They loved nature, they dined with it, and talked to it and cohabited with it. That was when the sky was still clear blue, and the sun pure yellow. That was when the earth was still a podium for choristers and all the elements, in the earth lifting hands and all the elements outside in the space, waving hands, and the sweet singspiration of nature serenades all that ever lived. But how many now ignore its melodious s

"Elara?" I turned to him. "It’s beginning again." He frowned. "What is?" "The world," I said quietly. "It’s waking up." And in the distance, somewhere deep beneath the healed earth, a faint golden pulse answered—slow, rhythmic, alive. The dawn brightened, but its light carried something new. Not peace. Promise.

The elder said, and suddenly Blake was back in his mind palace looking at the Stone stele, which depicted their time with the elder and how the new planes of existence were formed through the universe. “A history of the universe is in my mind along with the scripture of creation.” Blake smiled to himself. “Surely a cheat if ever once one, and did that Elder call himself Elon?” Blake opened his eyes and waved his hand before him as the scripture began to form within the vortex above him. This barrier separating the dimension of Hell was child’s play to Blake. He formed a new portal leading to his Small World with his knowledge. He didn’t want the Fallen to enter Earth directly until Lucy had

Because it will kill you. Arin Don't say anything. He took Isla in his arms. And stand up and shout Arin - "I am the son of the thunder god. I am an angel. I am returning Isla's life with all my strength. A magic circle spin around them. Arin put isla on the ground. Arin looks at Yama and says time has come man, your dreams come true. Yama could not understand anything. Just kept crying.Then the thunder god came and said,

Eron stiffened. His clear blue eyes widened for the briefest of moments before he looked away. Guilt flickered across his face—but only for a second as he quickly composed himself. “I-I am the creator of the Earth,” he stammered. “Of course I know what happens on it.”

The moment her skin touched the cold metal, June’s mind exploded. She was not in the ship anymore. She was hovering over the Earth. She saw the giant machines on the ground—the mouths—breathing out the toxic blue gas. She saw the "Masters" waiting in their high-tech ships. They were ready to land on their new purple home. But she also saw the roots. Deep beneath the ground, the original Earth—the green and blue one—was still there. It was like a flower hidden under ice. Push, a voice whispered in her head. It sounded like her mother, but older. Push back the frost.

“And if I’m going to be a Sovereign, I can’t have a safety net. I need to know what happens when the anchor is gone.” I sat in the center of the quartz circle. I closed my eyes and reached for the "Negative-Pulse" I had read about in the Archive. In Chapter 11, Malachi had told me that his Blue was the frequency of the Earth. So, I started there. I felt the mountain beneath me—the slow, tectonic groan of the stone. Then, I reached for the Violet. Find the space between the atoms. I visualized my heart as a candle flame. Slowly, I began to blow it out.