Enlightening Thoughts Novels & Stories

"Yes." "Fuck you. Have you been reading my mind this whole time?" "Yes." That was annoying. "So that is what happens with Enlightenment, mind reading?" "Not exactly. Once you reach Enlightenment, your interface expands. You become aware of things your brain was already capable of but couldn't reach. Think of it like suddenly gaining access to a room that was always locked. The tools are there, but you still have to learn how to use them... that's what we do in Luxe, we work on it until we have all the access," she explained. Ivan felt a sharp sting of jealousy. He wanted to do that, "If you manage to not kill yourself, maybe you'll be able to do it one day."

At least I could do without the tension she brought with her. Setting my mind to appear before me as clean slate, I tried to picture light. The disappointment came when I could only envision something as little as a tiny white dot on a blackboard. "Don't you give up! It's your imagination, do with it as you want." She echoed from somewhere behind me. And I fought, taking that encouragement in hand, to create something out of the light. The light flickered for a while in my mind, threatening to disappear. It was difficult when thoughts began to creep in. What was I to do?

𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨. – 𝙀𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙝 𝙂𝙞𝙡𝙗𝙚𝙧� �. *** Kiran scrolled through various researches all over again till he noted down a few and pondered over them thinking if the piece of information might be logical enough. "What are you doing?" Kiran looked at the doorway to find Surya standing there with a cup of coffee in his hands.

The library itself was a testament to the wisdom and knowledge accumulated over generations. The lighting in the library was a sight to behold. Bioluminescent sconces adorned the walls, casting a soft, ethereal glow that danced across the pages of the books. It was as if the wisdom contained within the volumes was brought to life by the gentle luminescence. Crystals, embedded within intricate chandeliers, scattered and refracted the light, creating mesmerizing patterns that shimmered across the vast expanse of the library.

I say without meaning. It is late. The rest of my home is silent. All the sound and activity concentrated in one room. Above my head, the light fitting has captured dead moths in the bowl of there is frosted glass. Inside there is a light bulb, a fragile glass shell, and a glowing filament. People often use light bulbs to represent ideas. Not me. My thoughts begin as pencil marks on a white page, soft abstract outlines. Slowly the lines grow clearer and acquire light and shade, depth, and clarity. "I have never met the killer," I say, turning my chair towards Blanche, "but suddenly I feel as though the assassin has sprung from within my mind, flesh and blood, with a voice that echoes in my e

Some people still thought I was his slave, but not until a few days ago those bitches, I used to train with didn't know that I was close to their leader. All of it felt new and it felt rushed and at the same time, I think we were too stuck in one place. We carefully strolled through the woods and as we went higher and higher, the temperature felt colder. "So now, you can read my thoughts?" "Only what you are thinking at the moment if the window is opened. You do not have to worry about seeing your dark thoughts. The mind is expansive, there are some parts that some bonds can't get past." "It feels cold." I rubbed my arms with my finger.

Keenan's POV: As we pull up to the bar Adam gets giddy like a kid in a candy store. I look at him and laugh. "Why are you so hyped up right now? it's just a bar. " "Because bro. it's not just a bar. it's a new bar for our kind. " "I still don't understand. " I said shaking my head and getting out of the car. "Maybe you'll understand when we get in there. " He smiles and patted my back.

Visualise yourself conserving light, he had said. Taking a deep breath, I forced my mind away from the pain he was currently going through, focusing my thoughts on trying to picture a bright light. My brow twitched because the more I tried to sink deep into it, the only thing I could picture was a small white light. I raised my hands, curving my palms around the light, ignoring the darkness that had now coloured the white space I was once sitting in. The light in my hands had a hint of darkness swimming in it, and I took another deep breath, endeavouring to picture a serene environment.

But it didn't happen. I attempted to recall what had been there before as I glanced up at the new flowers that Sharon had brought into the room, despite my demand that boys did not get fucking flowers. Whatever they were, they had been yellow, and the new ones were sort of orangey-red; however, I couldn't recall exactly how they were different or what kind of flowers they had been. The old ones had been flowers. My thoughts did not contain any images for me to recall. William Shakespeare is credited with having first used the phrase "Make not your thoughts your prison." It is without a doubt a gift that I do not remember everything, despite the fact that the phrase describes me completely at

If you keep thinking and expecting success, and don’t allow doubts enter your mind, you will eventually achieve success. ___________________________________________________________________________ 9 / 11 / 2021 17 : 00pm Have you ever heard someone tell you to think positively – to think that all is well and it shall be well? Have you ever heard someone tsk tsk and say ‘ Do not be so negative ‘? I always thought that thoughts played little to no influence in the way we see or experience things. However , I feel like a major idiot now. Apparently , thoughts has so much control over our life – it is baffling. It is so easy to understand that it seems stupid. I have come to this realization