Novel & Cerita We Are Spiritual Beings Having A Human Experience

What's this expression? "You know... Humans and angels, we were both created from spirits." "I know. We are divine, but they are flesh and blood. I know this concept." "Every day in heaven's window I see human lives taken, and every day a new world is created, greeted with the sobs of human babies." I was silent for a moment. "I want to know the cycle we can't enter, the feeling of growing and being there." "You want to know what impermanence is," Alcander concluded. I nodded out of curiosity.

“Sorry. I was too uninformed back then. Becky and Elaine were not good at explaining things. They were so focused on the sex part of it, and it scared me. I would have treated you better if I had known how humanlike you are. Can you forgive me for making you feel less of yourself?” “There is nothing to forgive. As spirits, we are not surprised or offended by any of this. A veil exists between us, shielding our true selves from humans. We prefer it this way. It’s not our goal to educate all humans about us. How can you know about someone when you weren’t aware of their existence until a month ago?” Desmond raised some excellent points. I put my hands underneath my head on the pillow. “What wo

he mused, trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions within. Sia, with her characteristic insight, spoke softly, "Maybe it's not about labeling it as 'supernatural' or 'ordinary.' Perhaps there are facets of reality we are yet to comprehend fully. This experience might be an invitation to explore the depths of our consciousness, to connect with the mysteries that lie within." As the friends exchanged thoughts, Ms. Jenkins listened from afar, impressed by the depth of their conversation. She marveled at the bond these three shared—an unbreakable bond forged through years of shared laughter, hardships, and dreams.

"You can't kill spirits that easily. You have to kill them when they’ve merged with a body—when they become human." I felt a surge of disbelief, mixed with a rising tide of anger. "Come on! Seriously? We just came back from the dead, and now we’re dealing with this? Dead things should stay dead! So, now, we have to worry that someone from our past has come back to life just to hunt us down? Do you have any idea how many enemies I’ve had? How many Axel has had too?"

I feel him everywhere—not just physically but emotionally, spiritually—as if our souls are touching, recognizing each other across time and space. For those perfect, suspended moments, there is no doubt, no fear, no past or future. Just us, joined in the most primal, sacred way possible. As we come back to ourselves, his weight a comforting pressure above me, I wait for the heat to ease, for the burning need to subside enough to allow conversation, thought, reason. But it doesn't. If anything, the completion seems to have intensified the cycle, my body already responding, already needing more. This is just the beginning—the heat will last for days, each wave building on the last until we're

The jade recognized him too, or perhaps it recognized that we were connected, and it poured its contents into both of us at once. I learned the name of this world, though it was not important yet. What mattered was what this world was. A realm where humans cultivated spiritual energy through breathing methods, body refinement, and Qi. Most humans were weak. The strong stood at the top like gods, capable of erasing cities with a single thought. With the humans were the divine beasts, descendants of primordial creatures tied to concepts. Storms. Decay. Moonlight. Oceans. Destruction. Their bloodlines were awakened, ancient, and powerful beyond human comprehension.

We'd witnessed transformation. Now we'd complete it, personally. From physical to hybrid to consciousness. From old human to bridge to new human. From flesh to service to pure awareness.

At some stage, we all use one another as stepping stones. Page 6~ A spiritual relationship between the Creator and the creation is the healthiest of them all. The truth and art of life lay within the knowledge of acknowledging the beauty of this structured universe. 'it is an undeniable feeling that I feel when I listen to those Hillsong heavenly gospel sounds that suddenly open those skies letting the waters spread as if misplaced. It is something. For I am a fake product waiting to be disposed but I am proud to announce it. I and all the beings that surround me have that fakeness as a wire that joins us and makes us all common with the imperfections placed within us.

If she was a wolf, Luka would've known. "Oh heavens yes." She laughed. " I was one of those rare human mates. Just like you" She said with a smile. "I'm not his mate" I told her. "Well I wasn't his first mate I guess. He imprinted on me" Her eyes widened a fraction at my statement. "In my few years with wolves, I've only ever heard of imprinting. You two are very special, you know that?" "I guess" I mumbled with a blush. "But not as special as you. I heard that human mates are almost impossible" I was genuinely awed.

“And by that reasoning, I don’t have DID?” Serenity smiles, exuding patience. “Technically, by human standards, you do. But it’s so much more than that. You’re a supernatural and a Royal. And, your outside will change to match the spirit you need at the moment, we all can think independently. Just, we’ve reincarnated many times and have the knowledge of hundreds of lifetimes.”