Romans & histoires The Cycle Of Life

I had perished. Not unlike the countless deaths I'd endured before. This passing was but a fragment of the countless I'd faced—a normal cycle, an incessant fate I bore. Death was a well-worn garment, woven into my existence, its fibers intertwined with my soul. The past bore witness to my numerous deaths, each accompanied by rebirth—a perpetual choreography of demise and resurrection. In the grand tapestry of existence, the cycle of life and death emerged as an unyielding thread. An unending loop, an eternal heartbeat.

"That' we called life Trisha, one day we will be leaving everyone else behind, love. Think of everythig. We will get old and play with Rain childresn? isn't it good thing?" "Yea it is, but I am still scared to lose everything. It takes me so much tike ti find happiness too-" "You really think that's what they might want? To live forever and watch everyone die around them? Not everyone is meant for this, my love. It takes a certain strength to deal with it. A certain patience. And beleive me that's why God make our life like a cycle and when day our cycle will stop and we born again." She scoffed. "Like if we die and reborn we will meet again?"

Avery tried to reassure me with a worried look on her face. I tried to swallow my saliva, but my throat seemed constricted. "What about my baby?" "If you die, then your baby will die too." "You said he might be a vampire or an immortal. Shouldn't he not die?" Ayden was heard sighing, then reached for my hand to hold. "Ivanna. The baby is still connected to you, living off you, borrowing your life. So it will be difficult to determine whether he will die or stay alive if his mother is no longer alive. And later, if your first life is brought back to life and you die, there will be no chance of rebirth because the cycle will be random. We won't be able to do anything after that."

he added and I glanced at him dumbfounded. "I made him Life," I muttered and my father nodded. "Yes Sebastian, you can create Life and extinguish it as well, you have combined tattoos now because your Life power sparked Miguel's Life gift, he is a Life," he explained and I bit my lip looking worriedly at Miguel. He shrugged it off. "It's okay Baz, I don't mind being immortal and being with you, I really love you a lot," he told me with a brilliant smile. I inhaled deeply and whistled in my shock over all the information I was receiving. Miguel grabbed me and pulled me to his side.

He began to read. In the natural world, things are constantly recycled. Day fades into night and then it's day again with each sunrise. The seasons gradually give way to the next. Our lives may seem linear but life, like the natural world, is cyclical. The soul can live in an astral body in another plane of consciousness called the astral plane. There is a stream of consciousness that links one's life to another. The jiva (soul) is described as immutable, eternal, numberless and indestructible. It is said not to be a product of the natural world (prakrti); but of a higher 'spiritual' nature.

“Isn’t the universe incredible? And unpredictable. Those streaks of light are all rocks and boulders hurtling through space. We live on a giant marble, never knowing when it could collide with other marbles. Suns explode… stars collide… black holes destroy entire solar systems.” “And yet there’s also order in the universe—on this planet,” Gage added. “The cycle of life. A seed germinates and grows. Reproduces and pollinates. Eventually, the plant dies and returns to the earth. Death can be predictable.” Unable to hide his grief, he continued. “The unpredictable part is knowing when it will happen. For some, it happens sooner—others get to live a long life.” Ga

Sylvio did not want to believe it, but he had to accept this fact. How big was the universe? How many civilizations were there? Every day, countless civilizations were destroyed, and countless civilizations rose. Life and death was a cycle. Even if Leila were destroyed, a new civilization would be born here after endless years. This cycle was called reincarnation. Leila had already reached this point. When Elora felt her vitality draining rapidly, she knew Lufian was getting stronger again. Meanwhile, David had just finished recovering from his injuries, so could he fight Lufian?

Craig also told them that Cathy had given birth, and he also sent them a pic of Cathy and the baby, when the baby arrives it's a new era, a new dawn for them, they have a new responsibility, and they are now parents for all the pains they pass through in life, he promised not to make this child of his go through. Even though sometimes he gets jealous of his child when Cathy shows him affection, he still loves his child, the boy is now six years old, and he is the youngest among the grandchildren, he is intelligent though he never attended any of the public or private school where they live, Cathy and Craig are his teachers, Cathy never asked for anything not even going back, she is happy wit

"Bliss, have you ever felt like you've lived before? Like certain places or situations are familiar even though you've never experienced them?" The dreams flashed through my mind. The field of bodies. The sensation of dying repeatedly. The voice that said "again." "Yes," I admitted quietly. Aria's expression grew more troubled. "Then it's already starting. The memories bleeding through. That happens when Cycle-born approach a critical junction, a moment where their accumulated lives converge." "What kind of moment?" "Death. Transformation. Or in your case..." She gestured to the books spread before us. "The exact moment Lycaon needs for his ritual."

In the forest where Selene had died transformed beyond her recognition, populated by species that hadn't existed in her lifetime, shaped by climate patterns she'd never witnessed something peculiar happened in the soil. The atoms that had once been part of her body scattered through generations of decomposition, taken up by trees that had themselves died and decomposed, distributed through the entire forest ecosystem those atoms continued participating in life. A young oak's roots drew up nitrogen that had, two hundred years ago, been part of Selene's body. The oak grew, sheltered smaller plants, provided habitat for animals, dropped acorns that became future oaks. Selene's matter continued