Historias de Metaphysical

Miriam has spent her life moving - between worlds, between identities, between the woman she was with River and the woman she became without him. Now married to Stone and raising her two sons, she wakes one morning from a dream that changes everything. River is not gone. He has simply changed form. What follows is one woman's journey through grief, love, and the thin places between worlds - from the ordinary magick of a kitchen at breakfast to the night sky of deep meditation, from the sacred ritual of morning smoke to the stars that sing her name back to her. This is not a love story about a man and a woman. It is a love story about the Love that holds everything - patient, kind, eternal. And one woman's remembering that she was never separate from it. Remembrance is calling. Do you sense it too? LISTEN. And remember what is.

A Foreword to the Tale (From a fragment of parchment found in the ruined scriptorium of St. Mary's, circa 1349, copied in a later hand) In the shadowed years of the Black Death, when death walked the roads more surely than any king, there came a time of wandering knights. Men without banner or lord, their armour dulled by rain and grief, their swords sheathed more often than drawn. Some sought relics. Some sought penance. Some sought only to outrun the plague that devoured whole villages in a single night. Yet among them moved others-few in number, fewer still spoken of openly-whose armour was not steel but something older, something brighter beneath the skin. They carried no crest, swore no oath to mortal princes, and asked no payment save the chance to stand between the living and the dark that pressed ever closer. This is one such tale, preserved in whispers among the sisters of St. Mary's Convent, in the year when the heavens themselves seemed to weep. A knight came to their gates in the rain, bearing no name worth remembering and a burden heavier than any mortal should carry. He spoke little, yet his presence stilled the wind for a moment. The sisters, weary from tending the dying and burying the dead, did not turn him away. What passed within those stone walls that night is not written in any chronicle of kings or bishops. It survives only in the quiet memory of candlelight, in the echo of a door opening to the storm, in the soft click of rosary beads, and in the strange peace that settled over a child who should have died. They called him the Knight of Light, though he never claimed the title. They called the darkness that knocked at their door the Devourer of Hope, though it left without devouring. And they called the meeting between them a miracle, though neither knight nor devourer named it so. This is their story - or as much of it as the stones and the sisters dared to keep. The Knight and the Darkness

The Raven Family Diary follows the everyday lives of an unusual ghost family living in the World of Death-the unseen, metaphysical counterpart of the living world. Here, memories are bought and sold, dreams are stored in banks, names sleep inside forgotten libraries, mirrors can go on strike, and every morning begins with a fresh issue of the Newspaper of Endings. The Raven Family consists of a grandmother who knows far more than she ever says, a father who is constantly looking for his missing head or hand, a mother who never skips the daily newspaper, a curious son and daughter, and their mischievous pet cat, Curse, who somehow causes trouble wherever she goes. Each chapter is a standalone dark fantasy tale filled with surreal humor, strange rules, and quiet mysteries, revealing another piece of a world where ideas are as real as objects-and where every ending is simply another story waiting to begin.

In a world where kingdoms rise on blood and fade into memory, fate is not a path but a question. Ardon stands united under House Valeryeon, rulers for five centuries, their power bound to the Aetheryn, beings of light and shadow that exist between reality and nothingness. Yet peace is fragile. Kings rule without conscience, and honor has lost its worth. Beyond all lies the Atheria, where reality begins to break. But Ardon is not alone. Elaria, a realm of mystics, holds Luminaera, the crystal that sustains existence itself. As long as it remains whole, reality endures. Something has disturbed it. In Noctyra, where darkness lives, and Aposteles roam, a man without past or purpose walks forward into the unknown. Across worlds, lives unfold, each believing their struggle is their own. They are wrong. Because beyond all of this lives Rei, a boy in a world without wonder. He escapes into stories... until they begin to look back. And slowly, he realizes- He may not be the observer.

A couple in a coma. Nine seconds of death. A city ruled by their divine versions. Giorgio and Loredana are returning from the Milan Furniture Fair when a van hits their old Panda with a Trieste license plate. For a few seconds, their hearts stop at the same time. When they open their eyes again, they are no longer in the car. They have entered Me like ghosts, the suspended capital of Pride: a kingdom built by the human psyche, dominated by two Towers and a sovereign couple. Over, King of Pride, rules from the Crystal Tower. It is splendor, culture, perfection, and the need to be admired. Narcisa, Queen of Pride, reigns from the Anthracite Tower. It is pain, sacrifice, guilt, and the need to finally be recognized. No one in Me can see Giorgio and Loredana. They, however, can see and hear everything. While their bodies lie in the same hospital and their daughter Giovanna calls them from the world of the living, the couple discovers an impossible truth: Over and Narcisa are not merely deities. They are their deepest forms. Giorgio has transformed culture, music, and poetry into a stage on which he can prove his superiority. Loredana has transformed pain and sacrifice into a tribunal before which she can feel innocent. To return to their daughter, they will have to navigate incompatible memories, family wounds, and a Pantheon born of fractures in their character. But Me recognizes only the Ego. And no one, in the realm of the Ego, has ever truly uttered the word We. ME - The Beast in Me is a Psychantasy novel that blends psychological fantasy, myth, family memory, and symbolism. The Beast does not come from outside. The Beast knows your name.

Elara always suspected the map she carried had more confidence in itself than the terrain deserved. But when she steps into the Enchanted Forest, she discovers that reality doesn't just surround her-it considers her. After stumbling upon an ancient tome that "traps reality itself," Elara and a ragtag band of misfits-including a skeptical cat, an inventor whose gadgets can't decide what day it is, and a Fox of Many Tails-are swept into the Timeless Vortex. Their destination? The parallel dimension that serves as the involuntary fortress of the legendary Sorceress Helena. To stop a Cosmic Threat that hiccups star systems for fun, Elara must recover five artifacts of immense power: Strength, Wisdom, Foresight, Transformation, and Harmony. But in this realm, power comes with a catch as annoying as socks disappearing in a washing machine. Guided by the Guardian Council (a group of talking animals who prefer philosophical debates to combat), Elara must learn that the key to freedom isn't a door-it's the removal of the need for one. Expect Pythonesque levity, sensory-driven magic, and a journey that will expand your consciousness one ridiculous chapter at a time.

The world runs on a lie of stability. For generations, the Guardians have scrubbed the records, smoothed the contradictions, and redirected the curious to ensure humanity never looks down. They believe that as long as the system remains internally consistent, the truth doesn't matter. But a single discrepancy has slipped through their filters-a thought that refuses to resolve, a pattern that matches the dying of the stars. As the pressure beneath reality begins to resonate with the cooling heavens, the boundary between containment and contact is thinning. The truth isn't coming for the world; it has always been here, waiting for someone to finally notice.

When everything in Aira Walker's life falls apart, she hits rock bottom. Her career is over. Her boyfriend betrays her. Even the place she calls home is taken away. Her grandmother's countryside house is her only refuge. A house of fears and unfulfilled wishes. But tucked away in a room that seemed locked - but never was - a Door that shouldn't exist. One step through it changes everything. Beyond the threshold lies an endless network of parallel universes, each containing another version of Aira living in a completely different reality. And Aira starts to name them. "Happy Aira," living a life of sleek, modern luxury in an advanced city. Happiness isn't pursued. It's chosen by those who willingly comply. Then "Relaxed Aira," in an energy-driven world where nothing is ever rushed, and nothing is ever truly hers. But running through a multiverse of possibilities isn't an endless adventure. With her own timeline rewriting itself and her true memories fading fast, Aira must master the rules of the Universal Door to save "Real Aira." Every journey changes her. Every choice rewrites her memories. Because not every door leads to another world. One Door leads inward. Within. Universal Door is a heartfelt blend of speculative fiction, psychological fantasy, mystery, and emotional discovery. A story about identity, healing, family, forgiveness and the courage to discover who you truly are.

"For a second chance." "Mei..." "No..." "I will be..." "Anathasia Veridielle Augthoria." "This time..." "I will not fail." - After recreating existence for the chance to meet the one who had always chosen her, Anathasia Veridielle Augthoria strives to live her new life to the fullest. Yet after separating herself from the Plenitude Without Reason, she finds herself detached from the very humanity she wishes to reclaim. Together with Kyle, the man she has chosen at every waking moment. She sets out to become human once more. To live, rather than simply exist. To choose, rather than merely affirm. As they journey forward, the two guide one another toward the very thing they have both long sought. For Anathasia, it is the humanity she abandoned in exchange for preserving existence itself. For Kyle, it is an understanding of his place within the force that once erased everything they had. Two paths converge. One is the reason existence continues to exist. The other is the nature that once dissolved all distinctions. Together, they seek an equilibrium. Not to recreate existence, but to reclaim what should have been from the very beginning.

Meet a broken man who fights his forgotten past that threatens to consume him. Then discover an ethereal deity bound to cosmic laws that condemn him to suffering. And finally, there is a flower... A mere flower in a pot. Fragile and half-withered, it slowly dies without love, the symbol of which it used to be. The three will intertwine. The three will transform one another. This novelette spirals through countless realities, erasing the boundary between them. It's a blend of science fiction and mystery with a surreal, philosophical background. An example of how a choice of an ordinary mortal can alter cosmic-scale order. And a perfect space to reflect: what makes a god-and what makes a human? For those who love Ted Chiang, Peter Watts, and Stanislaw Lem. From an award-winning, cross-culturally published writer (vl-sciencefiction.space). Form & Length: a 16,000-word cerebral SF novelette. Approx. 2-3 hour read. Cover illustration created by professional artist Egor Shokoladov (shokoladov.com). Heartfelt gratitude also goes to the editors, beta readers, and English teachers who helped shape this story over three years of meticulous writing and refining: Jordan Estrada, Sean Glenn Miller, Kelly Lenihan, Mary Pel (Mozy Adless), and Igor Kirilin.

Although the story itself is fiction, it was established from a former client's narrative that she was able to heal people by touching them. Based on certain events she shared with me, we discussed what negative aspects and what positive events could unfold in her life, with this ability. What Chase goes through in her lifetime when trying to help people is a realistic account when people fear what they do not understand. It also shows how perspectice can make all the difference in one's purpose.

Continuation for 272 Days Until... The Last Part

A simple guide for myself and others to learn and remember what miscellaneous materials are best used for in your spiritual practice, in alphabetical order. {WORK IN PROGRESS}

"In this world, no one is good and no one is bad . We all are the bearers of good and evil within us . This is what makes humans different from God and Demons. That is why humans can be the most powerful as well as the most dangerous creature ever known . But the only thing they need is EQUILIBRIUM." Read on to find out about the story that EQUILIBRIUM is saying.

Jack-o'-lantern of the dead.

Do you know what lingers there in the morning mists? And what of that which haunts the stretch between brook and forests edge? (From The Boundary Brook) * * * This is the third volume of Chronicles of The Craft. Within you will find thirteen stories inspired by magic and witchcraft, myth and legend, fairytale and folklore. Enjoy!

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I lived in India from 1984-2005, and wrote to my parents regularly about my adventures in Indian ashrams. From 1984-1993 and again 2001-2005, I was living in Puttaparthi, Andhra Pradesh, and I am adding all of those my "Letters from India" book, which will mainly be of interest to those familiar with Prasanthi Nilayam, the ashram of Sri Sathya Sai Baba. However, from 1994-2001 I was staying at a wonderfully spiritual, quiet retreat called Shanti Ashram, and I am putting the letters I wrote to my parents while staying there, on this book. The ashram was a dream come true for sadhana. The people are welcoming, it is usually never crowded, and they offer separate cottages to aspirants. The rates are donation basis only. You can contact them for a visit or longer-term stay: Sri Shanti Ashram Thotapalli Hills Via Sankhavaram East Godavari Dist Andhra Pradesh, India 533446 Phone: 011-91-7382009962

Where do thoughts and ideas come from? Are they simply the combination of our brains processing our environment, or is it deeper? Evidence from peoples and cultures all over the world point to it all being so much deeper. We are made up of the mind, the body and the soul. The nervous system connects the mind and body, and in a similar matter, consciousness connects our soul to our mind. Consciousness is not as defined, and it is a realm of its own, seemingly distinctly our own but characteristics that also make it seem shared.

Tips & Tricks to Survive the Broom Closet: Those who hide their true magickal identities from friends & family are known as dwellers in "the broom closet". Many who work with magick and witchcraft feel the need to constantly hide their practices, often keeping this way of life a precious secret for many years - even a whole lifetime. While it's always better to be out of the closet, for those who can't find a way out this is the Book of Shadows you need. This is my personal book of shadows, which means it starts with the very basic information for beginners, all the way up to the lesser known, more complex practices that I know about. In it, I provide links to useful articles and websites so you can conduct more in-depth research of your own. Along the way I also provide some helpful information on surviving and thriving in the broom closet. I hope it can be of use to you. Blessed be.