Meditations Marcus Aurelius Novels & Stories

"I'm not here to force you. I spent eons forcing change through corruption. I know what coercion looks like from the inside. This isn't that." "Then what is it?" Marcus sat beside the entity—sat *still*, deliberately, offering it the comfort of shared motionlessness. "It's an invitation. I'm the being of change choosing to be still for a moment. See? I haven't stopped being myself. Stillness didn't destroy me. It's just... a different way of being me." Through divine perception, I felt the entity processing this demonstration with something like wonder. Marcus—chaos incarnate—sitting perfectly still without losing his essential nature.

He tried to brace himself for the excruciating agony of being entered. "Watch me." The fat one motioned to the younger alien at his side. Murry closed his eyes and searched for anything to think about that wasn't the alien between his stretched open legs. When he was younger, his mother taught him meditation to still his mind. She pushed the quiet contemplation on him when he was raging at his inability to talk. She used guided mediation when he was a child. As he got older, they did yoga, and he sat in nature trying to silence his turbulent frustrated feelings.

The world continues to move on even though mine has fallen apart. Pulling in a deep breath, I sit with my legs crossed, my back straight. I close my eyes and listen to the water running in the stream, using that to focus my mind, clear my thoughts. I thought that it would take longer, that I wouldn’t be able to let my mind go blank. But it’s easy to slip into the meditative state required to speak to Hecate. I do this all the time and it’s as natural as breathing. Like slipping on a comfortable sweater.

“Even if I don’t, his shadows will. Hide nothing from him. Don’t lie to him either. He will come to know sooner and later about everything you do. So tell him about this yourself. I will prescribe you to meditate every day, do breathing exercises and use relaxing scents and tea. You should go take a walk and think things through, ok? If you feel any discomfort, call me anytime.” “Thank you, Lucella.” Lucella patted my cheeks and left.

Everyone was giving their attention to the professor. “Meditation is a process developed by the monks of the temples, it helps you regulate the flow of energy in your body, and better understanding of the flow will give you ample control of the power you have. When you finally are able to use meditation it will help you increase your battle power and even help you slow the worsening of your injuries.”

"You have lost big part of your life and it's obvious that your brain is trying to recollect it. You are trying to recollect it and that's why you are having this headache... Mr. Dominick you need to understand that you are injured and you need to give yourself time to heal... You will remember everything with time, your injuries are not that serious... But if you try to pressurized yourself then it will be a problem... Go with the flow, give yourself a time." "I don't do it... It happens" Dominick replied. "And I don't know how to stop it." "Close your eyes." She said and he obeyed. "Do you know what is meditation?" "Focus?!" He replied. "No! It means defocused... Let your thoughts flow but