Meditations Marcus Aurelius Novels & Stories

What sneaking out will do to her' she moaned even physically as she sat shivering under the flaming torch of the pyramid. The other day, Tom had during an argument said that some do wake up really early in the morning to get some air of peace, he said that the early morning was the best morning for meditation and finding peace. He even went further to say that he usually comes out of his room every morning by four-thirty to meditate and have some peace. She could remember the faces of the other guys in the class, they were like 'who the hell comes out early in the morning, who's looking for peace at this age, you should be thinking of mischievous things you will do, not stupid meditation, th

"Alright, Mason," Lucian said, his voice carrying a gentle authority, "close your eyes and take a deep breath. Release all worldly distractions and allow yourself to be present in this moment." Mason obediently followed his brother's instructions, sitting beside him in the sacred Temple of the Sun. His eyelids fluttered shut as he inhaled deeply, feeling the cool air fill his lungs. With each exhale, he let go of the tension that had settled within him. "Now, visualize a serene lake," Lucian's voice resonated, soothing and calm. "Imagine the stillness of its waters, reflecting the golden rays of the sun. Feel the tranquility washing over you."

All those years Mike had spent sitting meditation, going to retreats, reading books by Jack Kornfield and Pema Chodron and the Dalai Lama, all the time he’d invested in breathing techniques and the miles pounded out on his feet, in skis, swimming and biking in triathlons to maintain a sense of inner centeredness was a waste.

"Meditation isn’t about escaping problems. It’s about learning to stay with yourself, even when things feel unbearable." I arched an eyebrow. "And you think that’ll help with… all this?" "I think," he said thoughtfully, "that when you stop giving your energy to the men who drain you, you’ll start to rediscover the woman who’s been quietly waiting within." That hit harder than I wanted it to. I shifted in my seat. "So what do you suggest, then? Just breathe my way through heartbreak?" "Start small," he said. "Five minutes of quiet breathing in the morning. Try a gentle yoga class—something slow, restorative."

Theo was quiet for a moment, his fingers finding one of the crystals on his nightstand and rolling it between his palms—a nervous habit I'd noticed before, though he probably didn't realize he did it. "About your date with my brother," he said finally. "I would have reacted if I hadn't done my morning meditation. The practice keeps me calm, prevents me from reacting badly or impulsively. It creates space between stimulus and response." I stared at him, incredulous. "Are you kidding me?" "No, I'm quite serious—"

he said, still staring at me, his tone a mix of surprise, awe and curiosity. I smiled as I felt the truth of his observations vibrate through my body. “Marcus, I feel so different. I spent time meditating and focused on enhancing every single aspect of what we are, I feel I have awakened something from within.” Marcus looked at me, smiled and nodded, his gaze started to assess, maybe he was even gauging if I was ready for what was to come. "Alpha Alex, Your aura, it's stronger and very much more vibrant than it used to be. I can feel it."

It was a silent declaration to any potential intruders, human, shifter, or ordinary animals. After a while, Marcus slowed and stopped at the edge of a small but fast-flowing stream. This was where he usually ended his runs, as it was a suitably peaceful place where he often came to relax and drink. Now, in bear form, he waded in, the cool water soothing the skin beneath his fur and quenching his thirst. Closing his eyes, Marcus lay on the stones worn smooth from decades of running water and rested for a moment, letting the tranquillity of the forest, the gentle sounds of nature and babbling of the water surround and soothe him.

I wipe out the tears, as I stood up and layed on the bed. Clutching the phone tightly as if it will make me feel more close to Aiden, I close my eyes, my mind taking me back to places where I feel most at peace. There are certain mediation techniques, which I read in a book to calm the mind, it says to go back to the places where we feel most at peace whether it is to go back to certain sceneries in the mind like the night at a beach or spendig time in the mountians anywhere, whether it be a place or a person, go back so I do.

I can't fathom living with the knowledge it was because of me that I lost Cassius. No. I have to start devising a thorough plan now. I can't afford to lose him again, not when I was given a second chance to make things right. ### "You don't look good," Maximus informed me as soon as he sat down beside me. I rolled my eyes. "Thanks." "No, I'm serious. You didn't have a good sleep?" "No. I had a nightmare." "You often had one," Maximus said. "I suggest you try meditating before sleeping. It might help you to avoid nightmares if your mind is clear before sleeping."

She did not have the face to refute him. Marcus said quietly, "If you want to find a man next time, come to me." Lindy looked up at him in surprise! Marcus was surprised that it had slipped out of his mouth. He coughed twice and said, "I'll help you with meditation and make sure you get rid of unwanted desires!" ‘That's what he meant…’ Lindy's heart was beating like a drum, but her heartbeat slowed down when she heard that. She then buried her head and replied with a muffled ‘oh.’