Mind Body Soul Books Novels & Stories

Special Chapter. Heart Mind and Soul. "Daniel, we are done for today. Are you free now"? Russell entered Daniel's office after attending the last meeting of the day. Daniel was feeling low since morning and although Russell had asked him to stay at home, he insisted to accompany Russell as Carson was busy with his surgery schedule and Max was out of the country with Park to pursue his doctorate degree. "Hmmm. Yeah, I am free". Daniel opened his beautiful eyes to see Russell standing near him. He sat up straight in his chair and hugged Russell around his stomach.

How ridiculous! They had ruined me altogether, leaving me with only a battered life that was slowly slipping away. I curled into myself, trying to keep warm. Tears fell silently onto my body. I didn't know where I was. And even if I did, I had no means of moving. All I could do was wait for death to claim me. As the end neared, images from my past flashed through my mind. But I wasn't ready to die yet. Not like this, at least!

His spiritual side is trembling in shame. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

If he had not studied it before, he would not have recognized it too. The words Mystical Soul Technique were written on the cover. It felt extraordinary; Henry could not help but use his consciousness to open the book and read it. He managed to open the book. The content of the book attracted his attention immediately. The Mystical Soul Technique turned out to be a method of cultivating mental power and improving soul power. Moreover, there were some applications of the technique in the book, such as soul capture, which could make the other party unconscious for a short period. There was also the method of soul control.

"I'm glad you do. But I must tell you this; it's going to be hard. It's not going to be easy. You'd feel like bailing and you'd feel like a shitty person. We all are at a point in our lives before we heal. So when you come the day after tomorrow, I want you to come with every baggage you can carry and we will offload as much as we can to make you feel lighter by the time you return home, okay?" I nodded. She picked a book and handed it over to me. "This is a book I wrote last year: The Abstractness of The Mental. I give it out for free to my patients as I like to call you all." I laughed and nodded before looking down at the book. It had a glossy feeling to it and a picture of the brain and

“I just wanted to know if you're okay, yesterday you were a bit... “Don't worry, I'm brand new. “I smiled and looked at his hands, trying to read the title of the book, but the veins outlined in his hands took my focus away, making me think about what those hands were capable of doing. “I brought you these books... “Jackson showed them to me, then handed them to me. ““Fate” and “dog on board” “I murmured, looking at the titles and names of the authors. “Destiny is by the author Rivers Mandson, it is a book that helped me a lot at times, it involves connection, the law of attraction” Jackson explained, making it clear that he understood that yesterday I went through a terrible situation and n

I kept searching for useful materials, but the only books that I had gathered were Wound Healing, Manual for Wound Care, I’art De La Blessure, that I could not understand, and The Wounded Soul, which was very unrelated to physical wound. “Nothing.” I tossed the last book I read on the table. “All of it are basic knowledge about wounds and cleaning wounds that I already know.” “Are you talking to yourself?” Gabriel startled me on my sit. And beside him was Edith who was laughing. “For the love of saints can you stop doing that?” I complained. “What?” “Popping up out of nowhere.” “You know what, you are so focus with one thing that you tend to lock yourself out from everything.”

A flicker of something hollow—like someone had scraped the inside of his soul clean and left only echoes. Not broken. Just distant. Dislodged. Wrong. He stared at himself for a long time. Then, without a word, he reached out and turned the mirror face-down. The silence remained. He returned to the bed, not bothering to remove his boots or cloak. He lay down stiffly, arms resting at his sides, eyes fixed on the ceiling above—a ceiling that stared back, blank and unmarred. His body ached. But not in ways healing spells could fix. The damage wasn’t in the bones. It was somewhere deeper.

Eagerly, I flipped to the page he had bookmarked. "A wound in the soul, coming from the rending of the spiritual body, strange as it may seem, gradually closes like a physical wound. And once a deep wound heals over and the edges seem to have knit, a wound in the soul, like a physical wound, can be healed only by the force of life pushing up from inside." I read out loud, running my fingers over the words as I did so. "You like Tolstoy?" Alpha Evan's voice from behind startled me, and I jumped in my seat a little, the book dropping to my lap.

And not only that, I could understand the words in it too. "You're a genius Linda." I said. I collected the book from Linda and read it. "Use the mermaid tears to bring your friends back to life." I read. "Where is it?" Linda asked and I got it out, handed her the book and rushed to Pablo and Freddy. To my surprise I could actually touch their souls. I pour some of the mermaid tears in my palm and rubbed it on both their heads. They stopped whaling and they slipped from the chains.