Find a quiet space where you can sit or lie comfortably.
Gently close your eyes,
Take a slow deep breath in,
Feel the cool air enter your body and exhale slowly,
Releasing tension.
Again,
Breathe in,
Filling your chest,
Your belly,
And breathe out,
Letting go of any weight you carry.
Allow your breathing to settle into a natural,
Gentle rhythm.
With every breath,
Feel yourself becoming more present,
More open,
Ready to journey into the unknown.
In your mind's eye,
See yourself standing at the edge of an ancient forest.
The last light of the setting sun casts the trees in deep hues of indigo and silver.
A soft mist curls along the forest floor and the air hums with quiet magic.
You step forward,
The ground soft beneath your feet,
The scent of moss and earth filling your senses.
Each step draws you deeper into the enchanted twilight.
As you walk,
You begin to notice faint glimmers around you,
Tiny lights floating through the air like fireflies.
These are the forgotten spells of the forest,
Fragments of ancient magic left behind,
Waiting to be remembered.
Some swirl gently,
Their glow pale blue or soft green.
Others flicker golden or silver,
Their energy older than memory.
You pause,
Watching these lights dance and drift,
Sensing their quiet yearning to be found,
To be awakened.
You extend your hands,
Palms open,
A single spell light floats towards you,
Resting just above your skin.
You feel its energy,
Curious,
Gentle,
Filled with ancient wisdom.
With a silent invitation,
You draw this light into your heart.
As it enters,
It weaves its forgotten magic into your being,
Filling you with knowledge long lost to time.
And now,
More spell lights begin to gather around you.
You take your time,
Drawing each one in.
One brings you the power of wild herbs and hidden roots.
Another hums with the magic of storm winds and soft rains.
A third carries the whisper of moonlight on water.
With each spell absorbed,
You feel your craft deepening,
Your connection to the land growing stronger.
Guided by the soft flow of the spells,
You find yourself at the heart of the forest.
A clearing where ancient stones form a perfect circle.
The ground within the circle is alive with light,
The air thick with enchantment.
You step inside the stone ring,
And the spell lights you have gathered rise up around you,
Swirling in a graceful dance.
The stones hum,
And the earth beneath your feet pulses with energy.
In this sacred space,
You feel yourself merging with the magic of the forest.
The strength of its trees.
The secrets of its soil.
The memories carried in its winds.
You are no longer simply a traveler here.
You are part of the forest's spell,
A keeper of its forgotten magic.
Take a moment to feel how your energy has changed.
The forgotten spells now live within you,
Their power part of your own.
You sense their gratitude,
Their joy at being remembered,
And their promise to guide and strengthen your craft.
Allow this feeling to settle deep into your bones,
Your blood,
Your spirit.
You are the spellkeeper now,
A bridge between the old magic and the present world.
When you are ready,
You begin to walk back through the forest.
The spell lights drift alongside you.
Some choosing to remain in the forest,
Others following you.
The glow soft and steady.
The mist parts before you,
And the trees seem to bow as you pass,
Honouring your newfound bond.
At the forest's edge,
You pause and look back.
The forest watches you too.
Its magic always with you,
Waiting for your return.
Bring your awareness gently back to your breath.
Feel the ground beneath you,
The air on your skin.
Wiggle your fingers and toes,
And when you feel ready,
Open your eyes,
Carrying the enchantment of the forgotten spells back with you into the waking world.
