Psychological
Numerology Importance
In the enigmatic world of numerology, numbers are more than mere mathematical entities; they are potent symbols that carry profound meanings and hidden truths. These numeric sequences are the life blood of numerology, serving as a conduit through which we can explore the innate essence of the universe and our individual roles within it.
By jyotish acharya2 years ago in Fiction
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In the enigmatic world of numerology, numbers are more than mere mathematical entities; they are potent symbols that carry profound meanings and hidden truths. These numeric sequences are the life blood of numerology, serving as a conduit through which we can explore the innate essence of the universe and our individual roles within it.
By jyotish acharya2 years ago in Fiction
Genuine Astrologer in India Jyotish Acharya Devraj JI
Acharya Devraj Ji, the most accurate astrologer in India, stands as a beacon of hope and guidance for those seeking direction through the ancient science of astrology. His profound expertise in interpreting the celestial language has earned him the trust and respect of countless individuals who have found solace and direction under his guidance. With a deep understanding of the intricate movements of stars and planets, Acharya Devraj Ji provides not just predictions but a comprehensive analysis that delves into the core of one’s personal astrological makeup.
By jyotish acharya2 years ago in Fiction
From Dark 'till Dawn
Standing before the painting, appraising the figures, Lucy could not deny the similarities between the woman and herself—the woman holding a baby in absurd white ruffles. Wine-colored hair framed her heart-shaped face and a button nose. She and Lucy shared the same features. Chewing her lip, Lucy moved on, shining her flashlight on the darker areas of the room, snapping pictures with her camera, praying that she had enough memory to get all the images she wanted. Falhurst Manor was an absolute mystery until its caretaker recently passed on. When her friend Lydia called her to explore the legendary time capsule, she had no choice but to take the long drive from the city to see it.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
Vulture. Content Warning.
December She slips out of his damp bed. Tumbles the half-step toward the window. Her black eyes note the access points. Fire escape. Empty building half a block down. Utilitarian street lamp a ways up, pointing discretely toward the quiet north end. A sneeze of snow has all but blown over. She rather likes how the street lamp spills itself in dull yellow halos blanketing duller yellow mounds, tucked under freshly fallen angels dismissed as flakes.
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Fiction
Among the Silent Trees
Gentle rain fell with a sound like tinkling bells to the ears of the hermit. He had learned to hear the music of the woods when he was a boy, though when exactly he had gone from boy to man was lost to him now. In a way, and after a fashion, the trees would speak to him sometimes. Not in the language of his parents, no. Those words and meanings were all but lost to him now, rather in a secret way he had learned… now when had he learned it?
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
Puzzle Box
Sicily | 1943 Rosalie swiped the box from The Monsignor’s fragile hands, then bolted towards Garret who was waiting for her just beyond the door of the sacristy. Two bullets nestled their way into the polychrome marble above her head, and the last thing she remembered before Garret slammed the door shut was the Monsignor - smiling back at her as pieces of the sacristy’s irreplaceable ceiling began crumbling around him.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
WHISPERING WOODS
My name is William Kristof, but people know me as Woody. I live in the little green house on the edge of the river with my Grandfather. Whispering Woods is the name of our village. Mainly because of the legend, whispers of a ghost that tarries here. Many still hear it on long hikes throughout the forest. Campers, hikers, and even the wild teens after the Friday night football game a county over venture out here to let loose. There have been record of the whispers, including myself at times. Most people just come out for the thrill, even the tourists.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Fiction
