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When Bali Opened My Third Eye

The Island That Sees Through You *Genre: Supernatural Horror, Psychological Thriller, Travel Mystery* *Setting: Ubud, Bali – Summer of 2023* What if paradise sees your soul—and doesn’t let go? I never believed in ghosts. Not seriously. Not until the summer of 2023, when burnout from my tech job in Singapore led me to book a last-minute solo retreat to Bali. The plan was simple: unplug, heal, reset. But the island had other plans. What began as a peaceful vacation in a secluded villa outside Ubud quickly spiraled into a spiritual descent I couldn’t escape from. The villa was perfect—too perfect. Traditional Balinese design, surrounded by rice paddies, misty mornings, and ancient temples nearby. Every doorway adorned with daily offerings. Every night serenaded by distant gamelan music. For the first few days, I embraced it all. Meditation, yoga, local food, temple visits. Then came the dreams. A temple I hadn’t seen. A woman in white with her face half-covered in hair. A stare that pierced through the veil of sleep and left me frozen with fear. Whispers in a language I didn’t speak. Night after night, her presence grew stronger—until she crossed the threshold from dream into reality. Mirrors fogged on their own. Statues turned. Shadows moved in corners untouched by light. And always, the smell of frangipani before something happened. The villa, once tranquil, felt like a mouth slowly closing around me. Every inch of the house watched. Every offering seemed like a warning I was too late to understand. Locals avoided my gaze. Strangers placed offerings outside my room without a word. I visited a *balian*—a traditional Balinese healer—who told me, “You opened something. It saw you. Now it follows.” I wanted to laugh. But I couldn’t. Because deep down, I knew it was true. The woman wasn't a ghost in the Western sense. She was something older. A *penunggu*—a watcher bound to the land, awakened by disrespect or recognition. And I had done both. Through rituals, cryptic warnings, and a wooden idol with no eyes, I tried to make sense of the unraveling horror. I was told to let her "finish looking." But what does that mean when what she sees is you—your regrets, your secrets, your soul? This isn’t just a ghost story. It’s about the cost of being seen by something beyond comprehension. It’s about sacred land, and what happens when a tourist treats spirit like spectacle. It’s about the third eye opening not through meditation, but through fear. The island gave me what I didn’t ask for. And now, even after leaving Bali, the dreams haven’t stopped. If you’ve ever felt something watching you just out of view\... if you’ve ever visited a sacred place and felt *changed* afterward... you might understand. You might have opened a door, too. **“The Island That Sees Through You”** is a supernatural travel-horror novella written in a deeply immersive, personal style. A cross between *The Haunting of Hill House* and *Eat Pray Die*, this story takes readers on a slow-burn psychological descent through mysticism, madness, and a truth you cannot unsee. Welcome to Bali. She sees you now.
DaoistCFc4MX · 9K Views

Odyssey of Eight

They lived separate lives. They carried different scars. And yet… fate led them to the same place — a forest beyond time, untouched by the world they knew. ▪️ Hana Yamamoto — a student prodigy with a soul meant to dance. ▪️ Lee Joon — a K-pop idol adored by millions but drowning beneath perfection. ▪️ Park Soojin — a young CEO with a legacy built on betrayal. ▪️ Wang Xuan — a billionaire’s spoiled son drowning in silence and parties. ▪️ Vihaan Malhotra — a born artist, bound by his father’s expectations. ▪️ Meera Chauhan — a business-minded girl raised in the shadow of loss. ▪️ Lina Chen — a ruthless woman who built an empire, but never found peace. ▪️ Hiroshi Tanaka — a doctor’s son passionate about cooking, but broken by guilt. There are no roads here. No phones. No time. Just trees that breathe, soil that remembers, and the weight of memories they thought they had buried for good. They come from different worlds — each one carrying wounds deeper than the skin, regrets they never voiced, and choices they can’t undo. And yet, they wake up in the same place. A forest unlike anything they’ve known — untouched by the world, but pulsing with something ancient. Rooted in Indian tradition, the forest doesn’t just offer shelter. It offers confrontation. Yoga. Meditation. Martial arts. Ancient wisdom passed through whispers and wind. These are no longer traditions. They’re survival. The eight begin a journey not just through the forest — but through themselves. Friendships will form in silence. Rivalries will spark in shadows. And love may bloom — even in the most unlikely hearts. But not all of them are ready to heal. Not all of them want to be saved. This is not a dream. This is not redemption. This is the Odyssey of Eight.
AditiLina · 2K Views

Pretty Privilege

Book Blurb for Pretty Privilege Clara Evans has always lived in a world that bends in her favor—coffee is free, cab fares vanish, and strangers trip over themselves just to hold open a door. It’s not luck. It’s not charm. It’s magic—a cosmic force that makes every man swoon, every obstacle vanish, and every moment effortless. She’s the embodiment of pretty privilege made real. But perfection has its price. Beneath the flurry of flattery and the flood of freebies, Clara is drowning in loneliness. No one sees her. Not really. Until she meets Mark Harrison—a dry-witted lawyer who doesn’t so much as flinch at her beauty. He’s immune, skeptical, and maddeningly unaffected. Intrigued by his indifference, Clara does something she’s never done before: she tries. She stumbles. She grows. In a dazzling blend of romantic comedy and magical realism, Pretty Privilege follows Clara’s journey through enchanted brunches, defiant pigeons, emotionally confusing yoga sessions, and some very poorly timed rain. Alongside her sketchbook, a sarcastic best friend, and the one man who truly sees her, Clara must confront the ridiculousness of a world that worships beauty—and what it really means to earn love. Witty, heartfelt, and slyly satirical, this novel is a celebration of imperfect people, messy self-discovery, and the quiet magic of being real. Perfect for fans of The Love Hypothesis and The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, it’s a modern fairy tale where true love isn't given—it's chosen.
A_Morrow · 14.2K Views

Paws, Furs, and Other Scams

Travis and Carlton are two average guys trying to make it big—except they’re terrible at everything. When a random idea to start a dog-walking business falls into their laps, they realize they’ve found their true calling: scamming their way to success. At first, they just fake it till they make it—offering "premium dog services" they know nothing about, from overpriced spa treatments to fake dog yoga. But as their business grows, so does their web of lies, and soon they’re pretending to be everything from pet psychic consultants to high-end dog trainers. Each scam is more ridiculous than the last, but somehow they manage to convince clients that they’re experts. Their latest adventure? A secret underground dog fashion show with elite canine influencers, where the stakes are higher than a poodle’s coiffed hair. But things quickly spiral out of control when their lies get tangled up with actual dangerous (and even illegal) schemes—dog food recalls, fake adoption agencies, and a money-laundering operation disguised as a pet fashion line. Travis and Carlton find themselves knee-deep in scams, misfit pets, and hilarious situations where the only thing they’re truly good at is getting out of sticky situations… just in time for their next big (and absurd) con. "Paws, Furs, and Other Scams" is a wild, laugh-out-loud journey through a world of low-level cons, bad decisions, and two friends who will do anything for a quick buck—even if it means fooling the entire city one scam at a time.
Know_yourself · 9.6K Views

FUNDS FROM FRAUDULENT INVESTMENT WEBSITE HIRE ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIA

The future was mine to shape. I had $675,000 in Bitcoin tucked away—fuel for my regulatory tech startup, designed to bridge the chasm between crypto’s anarchy and the rigid grip of government oversight. For once, I thought I had everything lined up. But then came MiCA—the EU’s Markets in Crypto-Assets regulation—dropping like a divine gavel. Overnight, my exchange account was frozen tighter than a tax audit, and my dreams of “simple compliance” were buried under an avalanche of bureaucracy. For a week, I flailed in a purgatory of legal jargon and sleepless nights. Terms like “AML Directives” and “KYC enforcement” blurred together as I battled to stay hopeful. My startup was stillborn, a sandcastle erased before the tide had even turned. WhatsApp info:+12 (72332)—8343 I clung to the Bhagavad Gita: “It is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of someone else’s life with perfection.” But what was I living now? Not destiny—just defeat. Then fate arrived—wearing a name badge. At a Europol cybersecurity summit, over stale pastries and lukewarm coffee, a compliance officer leaned in and whispered a name: ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST. Her voice lowered with reverence. “They don’t just recover lost crypto,” she said, “they navigate regulations like Krishna on the battlefield.” I reached out that day. Website info: h t t p s:// adware recovery specialist. com From the first call, their team exuded both technical brilliance and legal fluency. They didn’t just understand blockchain—they understood bureaucracy. They worked directly with my exchange, leveraging my compliance documents and crafting arguments laced with regulatory nuance. No brute force—just legal kung fu. Email info: Adware recovery specialist (@) auctioneer. net Every day brought updates, each one a balm. “Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet,” one advisor told me, as I counted the hours. On day 14, the fruit ripened. My funds were released, glinting in my digital wallet like a blessing from Lakshmi. Telegram info: h t t p s:// t. me/ adware recovery specialist1 But ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST didn’t stop there. They secured my accounts with fortress-grade protection, brought me up to speed on evolving regulations, and helped lay a foundation that no wave could wash away. Now, my startup is alive. Our platform helps others navigate the MiCA labyrinth. When people ask how I survived my first encounter with regulation, I smile and say, “There are ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST among us. They just wear suits.” So if you’re caught between red tape and a hard place, call ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST . Sometimes, salvation isn’t a miracle—it’s just a well-written email.
Zoltan_Bodor · 739 Views

Rise Fallen Angels Children of God ( Fallen Angels )

"Breathe in, breathe out!", Hmm..., doing yoga isn't that easy!, Alexa silently said. She's doing some flexes, twisting her leg to sort of breaking it though not then the same thing done to the other. After that, she went down and spread her hands up, thus, bent down, butt on top In a push-up position. Did five or more push-ups and laid her back on the mat (ground) and did a half positioned sit up, to improve the 'abs'. "Just so you know, my abs haven't made that pack, not yet, maybe, in two years time or so (He! He!). Alexa smiling, while imagining what it'll be like when that happens. Since she was very inspired to do the work outs to improve her health and to impress her love. It's so sad to think I'm loving someone who is so popular and Jodie Moon, isn't someone who just love and really fall in love with an ordinary person. Yet, I know as a star she knows what she wants and always gets it. I'm good now. After my prolonged break-up from my womanizing boyfriend of 10 years, I am just relieved we ended up as friends now, maybe so. Okay, maybe not as good friends, but we talk occasionally. Hey! Alex...what are you doing?, Shane asked, my annoying but cute sister, who kept on interrupting me while I exercise. "Stop....(Shane touching my face...)...stop it.," while I get up and position my self sitting with hands on top of my folded legs. Alex!, teach me yoga!, okay!, Shane said irritatingly. Oh!, Shane stop, I can't concentrate. Please!, Shane insisted. Okay, okay!, later!... how about now!!!. Alex tickling Shane who wanted to escape her grasp, but it was too late. Alex was already over her and Shane was giggling hard until she almost cried. Alright, I'll stop! Ha! Ha!, How about joining me now? Shane looked at me and shook her head in tears. No!, some other time!....and ran out of the door. Haaay! I sighed. Silly girl! Sometimes I just want to bite and pinch her cute face in adoration. I love her so much! Done with yoga. Now I need to check on my emails, Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. Being a photographer and blogger isn't really an easy job but not as difficult as it seems either. I survive on artists, models and showbiz personalities who cater and support my work and talent. By the way, I'm Alexandra Steele, Alexa or Alex for short. And this is my story, your story, our story all together.
Vicky_Manalo_5384 · 96.8K Views
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