Enlightening Thoughts Novels & Stories

Illumi went on in a psychic tone as though he was giving me the greatest secret of life and existence. “I told you this would be a waste of time. He is just yammering nonsense,” Verity scoffed. But I waited for Illumi to finish what he was saying, concentrating on his words. “You come and complain that your life’s full of problems. Dear stop at once and realize that you are the problem. Your monkey mind is the problem and the only thing that’s stopping you is your own mind, your own thoughts and your own fears and self-doubt and let me tell you a funny thing about them all... they aren’t even real.”

The mystery contained in it became clearer and clearer. "Yes, it's this feeling..." Zephyr Khan's mind flashed with a new idea, and the expression on his face became more and more excited. These lights made his mind clearer, as if the gate of wisdom had been opened. All the shackles were broken, leaving only the essence.

I’d been dismissed. That was probably a good thing because the moment she said that she was going to shower, Lucian sent flashes of creamy skin sprinkled with water droplets into my mind. He didn’t stop there either. I had images of her running a washcloth over her large breasts and the curve of her hips. And now I really needed to run. Otherwise, I was going to ruin our friendship by asking to join her in the shower.

Confused, I raised my hand and saw nothing in my grasp. The light stayed for a while. I watched it, waiting. As if it did not want to disappoint, it burst to create tiny specks of light. On instinct, I blinked. A myriad of lights danced around me until I was surrounded by them. Again, Xavier's voice was in my head. “I am leaving you with the gift of truth. To let you rule with your heart and not with your eyes. “Often, it is the eyes that mislead us, not the heart.

Numerous images suddenly emerged in her mind, each of which struck her with a feeling of tremendous enlightenment. “Was I wrong? Was it all wrong?” The corners of Gladys’s eyes were wet and tears were falling from her eyes.

SSHS 128 Surely, there's an explanation. Surely, there is something that would ease the thoughts in their minds and straighten their train of thoughts. But it must be now, and never later. Anymore waiting and the more that they wait, the darker the thought. The feeling of unease and how the situation presents itself is not reassuring in any way, in fact, it worsens their minds, spiralling downwards to the darkest thoughts they have in mind. Paranoia, depression, anxiety and all the negative thoughts and feelings seemingly crowd their minds, making them unable to think rational thoughts--- the kind of thoughts that would get them out of the current situation. Though it may seem like a childis

I closed my laptop slowly and sat in the quiet of my apartment. The purpose of this work had never been destruction. I had understood that from the beginning, had held it clearly through every investigation I had ever conducted. The purpose was illumination - making visible the things that had been deliberately kept invisible, so that the people harmed by them could stand on solid ground and the people responsible for them could not simply continue. But illumination burns. That was the honest truth of it. It does not burn only the things it is aimed at. It burns everything in its radius, and some of what burns has not done anything wrong except exist close to the source.

“Should make it a lot easier to do things you've never done before.” Another thrum, and this time, my mind blows clear in a shocking burst of energy. It's like every negative thought I ever had never existed, lost to some power I can't understand. “This one reroutes past the point of inhibition. It can be kind of dangerous, so we need to be careful with it, but it prevents you from feeling bad about anything.”

Lucian listened in a profound, unyielding silence, he didn't interrupt with cheap platitudes or clichéd advice, instead, he leaned a fraction of an inch closer, his presence wrapping around her like a warm, protective shroud, that amazing scent of winter wood and dark musk anchoring her to the present moment. "You didn't waste time, Yolande," Lucian said, his voice dropping into a velvety, deeply resonant frequency that made her entire body vibrate with a strange, soothing calm. "You were simply learning the limits of a cage, it takes a rare kind of strength to break the bars yourself and walk away from a comfortable trap, those people didn't leave you behind because you were lacking, they l

“Yeah. Thinkers are divided into three margins—green, orange, and red.” “Like a traffic light? Green means good, red means bad?” Chevonne shrugged. “Maybe. But to clarify, green margin thoughts are the rarest and most powerful. Thinkers in this category can’t even be classified or measured by a teacher. There are only two known thought abilities in the green margin, and they’re considered the greatest of all thinkers.” I felt a chill run down my spine. “And the red margin?” “That one’s more straightforward. Red margin thoughts are dangerous. They can directly harm—or even kill—someone.”