Novelas y relatos de Imagines With Visuals

There’s nothing in me but an agonizing pit of despair and hopelessness as I’m lying crumpled and useless on a bed. Food doesn’t tempt me, I can’t swallow water, and the thought of getting up is abhorrent to me. I’ve thrown up so many times since I got here, maybe a reaction to the emotional trauma. Thoughts of Jake and Marissa run over and over through my head. My imagination taking hold, running wild, seeing them kissing passionately, hands running up and down her body pushing things further. I can’t shake it; every new visualization becomes more detailed and more excruciating than the last. I’m literally torturing myself into insanity.

“I got it, what next?” “Now, it should come naturally to you, pour your shard energy into the image in your mind.” What is that supposed to mean? I try to visualise the shard as the crystal I saw the first time, I imagine it exuding a bright blue light that seeped into the katana. Nothing. “Um, X? It’s not working...” I open my eyes to find out that’s not true. In front of me is a glowing blue blade, exactly the way I imagined it, except it wasn’t glowing. “Impressive, you actually got it on your first try” X holds my shoulder. “It’s called a thought construct, imagination given form by your shard energy. Pretty cool right?”

I stood up, backing into the shadows behind me, and instantly the Nightmare Eyes surged forward, looking for me. It's the first thing I've done anything besides destroying one of them, so they had to watch me do it, which is exactly what I wanted. My illusions come from my imagination, an ability a lot like the long last nightmare Lord Imagery. Except for mine can't come to life. That doesn't matter, though. If people think they are real, then they're real when they see them. I let my eyes flutter Closed imagining that the structure I was standing on shifted to the opposite side.

She loved having the word attached to her. “I wish I could show you how I can keep myself warm even outside in the winter,” Leesa said, “because I use a fun visual for that one. Before my magic weakened, I could go without my coat for fifteen minutes.” “What’s the visual?” Cali asked, intrigued. “Blue fire burning in my stomach.” “Wow, just like Rave.” “Yeah, sort of. That’s where I got the image from, and why I think it works so well for me. I don’t think Rave really has a blue fire burning in his belly, but I like the image.”

“Now imagine that a small flame is growing in the middle of my hands. Imagine it growing from every breath, and every beat of your heart. Imagine it warming your skin as it flows through the strings flowing up your spine before slowly growing in the middle of your hands.” I do as he instructed, a little shaken on the thought of fire growing between my hands, but remembering that I couldn’t see it. And thus, the illusion that it would harm me doesn’t exist. As I release each breath I imagine a small flame growing in my mind, it starts shaky and dies out at first but I try again.

The mind may imagine a future moment. A meeting. A journey. A celebration. All within this. None apart from this. The imagining is this. The imagined is this. The imaginer is this. No separation. Every possibility is this. Every impossibility is this. Every reality is this. Every dream is this. No separation. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The possibility that is. The impossibility that is. The reality that is. The dream that is. Only this.

Then I wait, blocking any sound not inside my head. ‘I want you to relax and imagine yourself as a wolf. Imagine how it will feel to be a wolf. Visualize a wolf, much in the same color as your hair. Imagine your human body transforming. Feel ne in your body and in your soul.’ She tells me, and I do as she says.

Mr Edwards was getting closer, with only 4 students left to collect essays from before me. I quickly looked up at one of the white sprinklers on the ceiling and reviewed it’s appearance, before closing my eyes. I envisioned ceiling in my mind and focused on one of the sprinklers I had seen. I imagined water slowing dripping from the mechanism and drop to the floor. I watched the drips grow more frequent, before the rest of the sprinklers began to drip too. In my imagination, I picked up the pace and envisioned water frantically pouring out and saturating the floor and splattering around the room, leaving no corner untouched.

Hazel imagined the sweet taste of a cake that would not only delight the taste buds but also be a visual marvel. Scattered throughout her notebook were pictures of romantic wedding invitations, dance floors that seemed to stretch into infinity, and intimate moments captured in candid snapshots. Hazel had meticulously compiled these images to create a visual storyboard of her perfect wedding, a dream brought to life through every photograph. With each passing minute on the plane, her excitement grew. Her notebook was a treasure trove of ideas and inspiration, a manifestation of the love and passion she had poured into planning her special day. As the plane glided through the skies, Hazel knew

By doing this , you are tricking your brain in to believing you already have it. So…I stick my head phones in my ears and I close my eyes. I visualize my self walking to the gym , I see look down to my hand as the phone buzzes. I visualize a text from Captain telling me to meet him at our usual spot , when I go there I see him waiting for me. All this time I do not see us in the 3rd person – so I go to him and feel him hug me saying how much he wants to be with me. However…I open my eyes from my meditation , thinking deeply about what I visualized.