The Mind Illuminated Book Novels & Stories

Maya would be no use to me if they managed to slip inside my mind. The oasis in my head was fuzzy at first, the details an annoying haze. As I continued taking steady breaths, the image became clearer. Crystal blue waters, swaying wheat grass, and the scent of nature in the air. I imagined myself delving deep within my own head, a library forming around me. Rows upon rows of empty books lined oak shelves, each cover a different style and color. I walked the dark halls of my mind, plucking a deep amber book from it's place on the shelf. The cover was dark, but intertwined with threads of gold.

Every moment is this. Without moment. This. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The this that is. Only this. The book never opened. Because there was no cover. The book never closed. Because there was no ending. The book was the opening. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Without one. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence.

He was right — I never should have cared in the first place. There was nothing left to care about even then. I cut ties with every company chat group without a second thought. As the sky began to lighten, I made my way home but ran into Marvin at the elevator. He glanced at me like I was nothing, scorned, and quickly looked away. "Spent the night here mulling things over? Come to any realizations?" I hit the elevator button, my voice dripping with indifference. "Yeah, I've had an epiphany. I'm done."

I half got up from my seat with the intention to move towards her and help in any way I could, but at that moment her eyes snapped open and I saw how truly bloodshot they were. “Don’t,” she murmured, the pain she was feeling bleeding through that single word. My skin tautened as her words fell on my ears, but I obeyed and an eternity seemed to pass as she shut her eyes once more to ride through the rest of the pain while I watched on mutely. It gave me time to think on what I had learned yesterday from my grandfather while he was preparing me for my meeting with Evangeline Fairley. According to him, Mind Workers, despite their apparent prowess, had to thrive on subtlety as each individual mi

Chase could sense vaguely that his enlightenment on the Dark Order of the Path and the Death Order of the Path had deepened. The words from the two books in his pouch, the Evil Spirit Divine Technique and the Dark Lightning Original Scripture, started to float in the air. The dark shadow of the words filled his sea of consciousness and shot toward the illusory Book of Life and Death. It was like a sponge as it absorbed the words. The Book of Life and Death solidified further and turned darker. Anyone who saw it knew how extraordinary it must be. This situation lasted for about an hour. When everyone saw Chase stop moving, they knew that he was in an enlightened state. It only made them envio

“I would love to see you try, my lips are sealed, and the only way that you are going to get that out of me is if you fuck it out of me.” “And the last time I checked, no one can.” “Oh shut the hell up, let me think.” I placed my right index and right pinky finger on his head. "Cerebrum Aperio, mentis ostendo Secreta revelare, cogitationes accipio Auris interna, veritas pateo Mentem lector, arcana disco" _Translation:_ "Open the mind, reveal the thoughts Secrets revealed, I receive the cogitations Inner ear, truth is opened

Danial looked at the System's Interface and with his mind selected the option [Yes]. Danial's vision blurred for a moment, and he felt an intense surge of energy course through his body. The information from the book flooded his mind as if the knowledge itself was assimilating into his consciousness. It was a sensation unlike any he had ever experienced before—like waves of light and sound merging to form a symphony of understanding.

I hiss at the red burn I now have on my hand and direct a silent glare at my instructor. Alizadeh looks perfectly at peace with himself. Despite the fact that he may or may not have just used the sun to burn me. His voice is calm when he speaks. “Imagine your mind as an infinite space.” With gritted teeth and a still slightly angry-pissed heart, I do as he says but instead of closing my eyes, I keep them open.

he called back, his voice warm as sunlight. The sound of the door clicking shut was the last thing I heard before sleep reclaimed me, pulling me back into its embrace. *** I found myself rummaging through a stack of books that likely belonged to Jacob from his university years. None of them were fiction. These were all about life lessons and self-improvement. Titles like Rich Mindset and Atomic Habits caught my eye, their well-worn spines suggesting they had been thoroughly read. But one title stood out above the rest, stopping me cold: