Mind Over Matter Matter Over Mind Novels & Stories

"No way!" Yvette slammed the table in protest when she heard about Mom's decision to return to work. Her outburst drew everyone's attention. She quickly reverted to her soft and delicate demeanor. "Mom, have you forgotten about your mental illness? You still haven't fully recovered. Dad and I will manage the company perfectly well for you." Mom furrowed her brows and said nothing. Instead, she turned to look at me.

Lisa, Are you listening? I cleared my throat and said, 'I was....thinking. Yah, I was thinking, and I heard everything you said..' I said and stood up keeping both the hands on the table, palms facing to the table. 'You can hand over me all the papers and I'll handle it. Don't worry at all.' I applied for my luck. 'Really? You can?' He said. And I was surprised that I have a brilliant mind. Wow!! Lisa. You have great luck.

It’s just that Magindara appeared to be clever enough to give me a few insights for my queries. And then as expected Magindara answered, “The mind and the heart have two independent thought processes. When they differ is when the confusion sets in. There is no confusion when both are in sync. Confusion ends when you determine which one gives in to the other.” Somehow, Magindara is right again. But does it really imply to me? I chose not to mind it any longer and just went forward to forget it. “Let’s just forget about checking my biological mother. I already lost the drive to push it anyway.” I suddenly told her.

Words fired out at machine-gun speed. "Why is the human looking at me? Does she like me? Does she hate me? Does she like or hate me? Why is she still circling me? "Will she nuzzle me? Can I nuzzle her? Does she like me? Does she hate me? What—" Her thoughts were annoyingly loud and chaotic. I pretended to circle her a few more times, but mentally, I was drowning in her psychic high-speed rambling. Rather than overthinking, I decided to go on the offensive and deploy some cunning tricks.

she gritted out, nodding as she took a step back, and my mother who up until this point had watched their entire interaction raptly seemed to snap back to reality. “Yes, Delphine is correct,” she said. “THAT is not why we’re here. We’re here to learn to ward our minds against the influences of people who can burrow in and make us turn against our very own! Turn all of our fears into reality…” She went on to say that the last thing we needed was a battle of egos, and after going down this tangent for a little longer she explained mind warding again. This time, more carefully.

Maybe it could again. With shaky fingers, I reached for my phone, the glow of the screen harsh in the dim room. I searched for the scholar’s name, scrolling until I found another of his lectures. This one’s title stared back at me: "The Prison of Overthinking—and How to Break Free." I pressed play. His voice was calm, steady, like a hand reaching into the storm inside me. "Overthinking is a thief," he said. "It steals your peace, your joy, your present moment—all for a past you cannot change or a future you cannot control."

He will substitute him for the time being. Breaking through from another realm to leveling up in another tier has a big difference. In time for break through in another tier, the person can easily feel the increased in strength and the level up was short and safe. On the other hand, breaking to another realm must have a suitable place where the person will not be disturbed. Being disturbed in the process, can lead to internal injury or being stagnated in their realm in the severe cases they can die. Thus, leading him this morning to supervise them. Eduard was already satisfied by the action of his knights during their routine. Everyone was working hard and doing their routine properly.

Chris Jnr slumped with a defeated expression “Mommy is not given any medicine now.” “Let me go back and look into this.” Neil stood up impatiently as he found a direction to help his friend. He took two steps forward before slightly turning his head towards Chris Jnr “The human mind is an inexhaustible powerhouse. Memories can not only be suppressed… but they can also be triggered. Don’t lose hope; if it is as you suspect, godfather will find an answer.” “Um.” Chris Jnr nodded with determination; he didn’t forget to yell out to his godfather who was disappearing out of sight “Don’t breathe a word to daddy before we have answers.”

I sounded like I was yelling, but Melinda wasn't really paying much attention, and so, she didn't hear me. I grabbed the plate of toast, collected a piece, and put it in my mouth. I took another bite, but this time I chewed slowly, savoring every last bite of the delicious honey toast. I wiped my lips with the paper napkin, and swallowed down my last bite. Instead of my normal cup of tea, I took out the bottle of orange juice, poured some into my cup and went for a refill, then took another sip. I was pretty proud of myself when I finished the whole thing. Sadly, my thoughts drifted off a bit and the events of the day played themselves out in my mind, revealing the challenges ahead for me, b

A disagreement with the Memorandum is as if one has forgotten the lyrics of a National anthem that the country sings whilst holding their chests tight as if their hearts are about to fall off. Page 28~ Our mind is our worst enemy. Our worst enemy is our mind. For the most poisonous manipulation can come from one's inner consciousness, when that voice outsmarts you. You know it, that same fucker that said you had every reason to be angry and lash out. The same one that got you feeling like total crap after. Yes, that **. We are all victims of manipulation, from birth to death. Even the most intelligent men are manipulated then you wonder how Isaac could have been so dull, like how could he be