Welcome,
Dear soul,
To this shamanic soul journey,
Letting go of the stories that no longer belong to you.
This is a powerful journey of release,
A journey into freedom,
A journey of coming home to the truth of who you are beneath all the programming.
So take a slow breath in,
And gently exhale.
Let your body soften.
Now let's take a deeper breath in,
And hold it in your heart space.
Slowly release it,
Letting go.
You are here now.
Let the surface beneath you hold you completely,
Whether you're seated or lying down for this one,
Just know this,
There is nothing to fix right now,
Nothing to force,
Only something to notice,
And something to release,
Because embedded deep in the unconscious mind,
Many of us still are following an internal set of instructions,
Invisible patterns from the past,
Old emotional reflexes,
Beliefs we did not choose consciously,
All installed through experiences,
Many of which were when we were young,
Through moments that shaped us,
And through the meaning we placed on what happened.
Some experiences gave us strength,
But others left stories behind,
Stories about ourself,
Stories about the world,
Stories about what is possible,
And right now is when we begin to loosen them,
We begin to release them.
Take another deep slow breath in,
And as you let it go,
Imagine you are stepping inwards,
As though you are walking through a doorway inside your chest,
Into a vast landscape,
A sacred field of awareness,
This is the space beneath thought,
The space beneath identity,
The space where patterns live,
And where freedom begins,
Quietly,
Gently,
Now imagine that somewhere deep within this inner field,
There are threads,
Old energetic threads,
Thought patterns that have been repeated,
So often they became automatic,
Perhaps they sound like,
I am not enough,
It's too late,
I have to prove myself,
I can't trust life,
Or I must stay small to stay safe,
Some are obvious,
Others hidden,
Disguised by a thin layer of truth,
Just enough truth to keep the pattern,
The story alive,
But you are here now,
And you are ready to change these stories to I am enough,
It's never too late,
I don't have to prove myself,
I can trust life,
I don't need to stay small,
In this journey,
A sacred mirror appears before you now,
Not to judge you,
But to reveal,
This mirror shows you,
The old patterns are ready to release now,
Perhaps you pick a pattern,
Just one,
The one most ready to dissolve,
Let it arise gently,
A belief,
A loop,
A story,
You don't need to analyse it,
Simply witness,
This is something I am ready to release,
Breathe,
Now imagine that limiting belief,
This embedded pattern,
Takes form in an object that you can hold,
Perhaps it's a heavy stone,
A chain,
Or perhaps you are ready to release a backpack full of old stories,
Whatever appears for you,
Trust it,
Feel the weight of it,
This is what you have carried,
Not because you are weak,
But because you adapted,
And now you do not need to carry it anymore,
In the distance,
You see a sacred fire,
A shamanic fire of transformation,
This is not a fire of destruction,
It is a fire of purification,
It's a fire that turns energy into truth,
Step forward slowly,
Holding the object,
The story,
And when you are ready,
Whisper softly,
I release what is no longer true into the fire,
I release what is no longer mine into the fire,
I release what formed through pain into the fire,
I release all that is not for my greater good into the fire,
And gently watch it dissolve,
Not violently,
But naturally,
The fire knows how to transform it,
And now as the old story dissolves into the sacred fire,
Notice the space that opens,
The quiet,
The vastness within,
Because when you release something,
There is a moment,
A holy pause,
Where the soul becomes available for something greater,
So now allow yourself to be guided deeper into the shamanic field,
Step forward,
Take a slow breath in,
And as you exhale,
Imagine the fire softening into mist,
The flames becoming gentle smoke,
And the smoke becomes a pathway,
A pathway leading you somewhere ancient,
Somewhere alive,
Somewhere healing,
And you find yourself now entering a rainforest,
You are standing at the edge of this lush rainforest,
The air is warm,
Thick with life,
Emerald leaves glisten,
Bird song echoes like prayers,
The earth beneath you is soft,
Alive,
Breathing,
Step forward slowly,
Feel the ground receive you,
As though the jungle itself knows your name,
As warm rain begins,
You feel it,
A tropical rain,
Not harsh,
But gentle,
Like a blessing,
Droplets touching your skin,
Your forehead,
Your shoulders,
And with every drop,
Something old begins to loosen,
This rain is medicine,
This is the rain of spirit,
Let it wash away the old stories,
Old fear,
Old shame,
Old identities,
The rain washing away the old patterns you have carried too long,
Let them drip off you,
And let them disappear into the rich earth below,
As the rain continues to fall,
You notice a presence,
Ahead of you,
Between the trees,
A spirit guide appears,
This guide may come as a luminous ancestor,
A guardian animal,
Or a being of pure light,
Trust whatever arrives for you,
This is soul guidance,
The guide steps closer,
Eyes filled with compassion,
And they speak directly into your heart,
And whisper to you,
You don't have to carry the old stories anymore,
Now imagine your spirit guide reaches gently forward towards you,
And from your energy field,
They lift away,
The last embedded thread,
The unconscious instruction that kept you small,
It is removed effortlessly,
Like pulling a thorn from the skin,
And you feel lighter,
As you breathe deeply,
Let your chest expand,
And exhale slowly,
Another deep breath in,
Feeling the spaciousness within your chest,
More space,
More you,
The guide places their hand now over your heart,
And the rain becomes golden,
A rain of renewal,
Filling the space where the old patterns lived,
Bringing in truth,
Bringing in freedom,
Bringing in softness,
And the spirit guide whispers,
You are ready now,
You are free now,
You are now,
Call yourself back,
As the guide fades into the trees,
Not gone,
Only returned to the unseen,
You remain,
Cleansed,
Open,
Ready,
Now as the stories release,
Notice something returns,
Light returns,
Spaciousness within returns,
Feel into your whole body,
And notice your energy returning,
Golden threads of life force energy,
Flowing back into your body,
Into your heart,
Into your mind,
Into your spirit,
The part of you that was trapped inside old beliefs,
Is coming home,
Breathe into that,
And repeat,
I call myself back,
I call my truth back,
I call my freedom back,
Now in the place where old patterns lived,
New seeds are planted,
New internal instructions,
Whisper,
I am safe to be free,
I am worthy of expansion,
I am not the old stories,
These words imprint gently,
Like water soaking into soil,
You are safe to be free,
You are worthy of expansion,
You are not the old stories anymore,
Now imagine you begin walking through this inner landscape,
Lighter,
Clearer,
More spacious,
The path ahead is open,
Not because life will be perfect,
But because you are no longer imprisoned by unconscious patterns,
You are meeting life just as yourself,
And the truth is,
When you release limiting beliefs,
You become free,
Free to live fully,
Take one more deep breath in,
And feel gratitude in your body,
Gratitude for your courage,
Softly whisper,
I am not the old story,
I am the soul beneath it,
And I am free,
When you're ready,
Gently begin to return,
Wiggling your toes,
Wiggling your fingers,
Perhaps giving yourself a hug,
Feeling the earth beneath you,
And open your eyes,
Dear soul,
You are carrying forward only what is true,
Blessings on your journey,
Ah ho,
And so it is.
