Mind Over Matter Matter Over Mind Novels & Stories

She said holding out a red apple. "Red." everyone shouted. She nodded. "Good, I've heard people say you can't paint red blue, but I believe our mind can, it could blind us from seeing the truth, take a look at the color blind they think it's blue or green not because they want to but that is what the mind wants them to think so I believe that the problems of everyone standing here is that we all want to believe what our mind wants us to believe". She shouted. "It can blind us from seeing the truth, that these things are just the work of our mind, they are illusions and nothing more."

All of a sudden, Chandler talked, a voice that was like a rifle cracked, piercing the serenity with deadly import. “There are three types of matter,” Chandler said. Adam, who hates studying Science the most, turned his head to look at his friend. “Solid, liquid and gas,” Chandler said. Adam continued to listen without saying anything. “All of those has their own mass and volume,” Chandler continued. “But, do you know that something matters than matter?” “What is it?” Adam asked. Smiling, Chandler said, “Feelings.” Adam frowned. Feelings? Chandler took a deep breath before he explained, “Feelings are heavier than anything in the whole world. Feelings are heavier than anything in the world. Be

she replied, and Memphis agreed. "And I guess not everyone can win over their battles," Memphis once more retorted, and Celeste had thought about it. "It depends, the problem is created by our minds. If we consider certain events as problems, we think about them quite often and it would affect us emotionally and mentally," Celeste clarified and the woman beside is deeply amazed by her answers. "You are somewhat correct," Cachet Memphis agreed. They began again to discuss particular occasions and learned from them. And as time goes by, they decided to circle around the bonfire.

“Now, Hadi. You have claimed yourself as a genius, right?” “Not genius, clever.” “Same difference. Anyway, do you know what I will do next?” He mulled over it, purposely delaying his answer. “You can’t lie to me, oh my sweet summer child. I can read your mind.” Fear engulfed him. “You do?” He thought, reading mind ability was a myth. “Nope, not a myth. I’m a living legend if so.” His mind was jammed with inputs. “So, do you know what I will do next?”

“I said I’d lose my sense of taste, that nothing would ever taste good again!” Scott blinked, then let out a breath of relief. As long as it wasn’t something like being struck by lightning or losing her life, he could work with it. He wasn’t a superstitious person, but he also didn’t want Julissa to live in constant anxiety, fearing she might actually die or suffer. “Don’t worry,” he said, “you’re not going to lose your sense of taste.” “How do you know? What if it does come true?” Scott paused for a moment, then looked at her in the mirror and said seriously, “Because the world is made of matter. It exists independently of human consciousness. Matter determines consciousness. Simply put, yo

“You aren’t, Alpha Damon. You’ve been well informed. There are few questions I would like to engage you with if that’s ok with you.” “Go on,” I replied. “In all honesty, do you believe that brute strength can win against the power of the mind?” Everyone including Luke turned their gaze to me. It was obvious where this clever alpha was going with this question. “You asked me to be honest with you and that’s what I’ll be. I believe that brute strength would win against the mind anyday, anytime,” I stated my opinion. He nodded while rolling his eyes. “Have you read that book… uhm, what’s the title again? A wolf who could lead the world with only his mind.”

A dark light flashed inside Matt's eyes, as if he was upset that something that belonged to him was being coveted by others. After thinking for two seconds, he walked over and dropped to one knee before holding out an expensive diamond ring.

Ruby turned her head and shot me a provocative look, her eyes brimming with smug satisfaction. I stood at the edge of the crowd, a faint, cold smile tugging at my lips. Just as I thought. A moment ago, I had cursed her in my mind, calling her an idiot, and she hadn’t reacted at all. However, the second I started thinking through specific skill data, she responded immediately. So her mind-reading skill wasn’t all-knowing. It seemed she could only pick up on the most focused, technical thoughts in my mind.

knowledge from base to peak. You cannot win without built up self. You create logic, dwell on it. Shh! Tell no one if they are there to fail you. Tell your friend, share information first hand, produced by your brain. That’s research, reworded or not rewarded doesn’t make it worth. Notice it by self, grow it further, that’s joy of being, serving others, serving the world, by self.” "Mastery of objective, toy of reason, play with life in every season. But do not halt living. Life is with a reason. Many, many like the drops of dew, each valuable no matter where it stood. Capture the thought or excel in mind. What you think should ensure life. May living beings survive, may life be led in righ

) "Yeah, yeah just go ahead and do your thing." Mike's reasons to go at the end of the base are simple. Not because to see if the wall expands or change but because to lay down with his back at the wall. (Ah... *Sigh* Nothing beats this place to relax.) "Are you sure you're thinking of a plan to survive?" (Yeah of course I am thinking but not now... overloading my brain will bring opposite effect to my body.) "If you're thinking that thinking here and thinking when your awake is the same well think not... they are not so right now even if you think of something it will not damage your brain."