The Mind Of God Novels & Stories

Why does the concept of me getting to know him, seem like torture to him? “For starters, when were you going to tell me you were cursed by the God, Jartre?” I hear a plate shatter on the ground as his heart begins to pound in his chest. “How…” I roll my eyes, “Don’t insult my intelligence. I was nearly struck down by lightning by someone who cursed you and because they hate you, want me dead. It’s simple deduction. Jartre is the only God with the power to shatter worlds and harness the power of lightning. A God who can rip a hole through the very fabric of existence, which is why he’s called the God of Gods.”

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.

"What if I've been unconsciously preparing everyone for this final elevation?" The mad gods completed their formation, each one embodying different existential crisis. The god of "Why Bother," the goddess of "Nothing Matters," the deity of "All Is Illusion"—divine doubts made manifest. "See how naturally they arise?" the shadow said. "Madness ascending to divine truth. Every broken mind recognizes reality's fundamental flaw—that it exists when it doesn't have to." Through Wisdom, David saw the trap within the argument. "You're conflating choice with flaw. Yes, existence is choice rather than necessity, but that makes it precious, not pointless."

"The gods have one law above all others: thou shalt not love what is made of dust. For dust returns to void. And when it does, it takes a piece of the divine with it — and gods were not made to feel that kind of absence." •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• He saw her in a vision. He had not been looking — he had been doing what gods do during peacetime, which is drift through realms like smoke through a cracked door, barely present, barely caring. And then the vision cracked open in his mind like an egg dropping onto stone.

He spoke every language that ever was, is, or will be, all in a single, symphonic utterance. The horror hit me then: this was not a man dying. This was God, fully aware, fully present, occupying the intersection of all time. "I am the Alpha and the Omega," his voice resonated within my mind, bypassing my ears entirely. "I do not wait for the future. I hold it in my palm."

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone

' Luis Park was in thought. Of course, Butt felt something is wrong! "Master..." 'Is this how an animal evolved to God? How come?' He thought. Even dick couldn't say something. Then he spoke, "As a Middle God we need also a seed to evolve. Yet my Seed is Wind! But this one is taking up the Seed of Time! But how come he could process this out!" Dick is still unbelieving! "Tit!" "Tit!" ~A God is within the vicinities, scanning..finished~

said the voice in my mind. My heart began to beat fast, that voice by the goddess that voice, it can't be what is happening to me, I am going crazy. I raised my hands and closed my eyes, trying to focus again on that voice in my mind. When I opened them again, I looked at my hands, and they were covered in a red fire; goddess, what does this mean? What is happening?

THE REFLECTION ‘Mind power is the most useful tool gifted by God in human’s possession. It can yield the greatest physical force one can ever imagine. With one’s mind and imaginative powers, anything can be created - obstacles or opportunities, failure or success, setback or progress, unhappiness or happiness, you name it. The thoughts that pass through your mind are responsible for almost everything that happens in your life. It all lies in your hand to choose the ones you want!’ These re-echoed words from my mother had kept me going even as I stared at my Ninety-Seven-year-old mother on her death bed. I have passed this message to my children, my children to my grandchildren; and it will c

Joseph whispered, embracing her. “ You are right. ” “ Hm. ” “ Have you ever thought about how God is able to watch over us all at the same time, Jose? ” “ I have, a number of times as a kid and teenager. But I quit wondering as I realized that God isn't a man that can be limited or underestimated! Do you recall the scripture which says. “ God is spirit and those that worship him must do so in truth and in spirit? ” “ I do. ”