So,
How we're going to begin is you're going to sit comfortably,
However that means to you.
It could be legs crossed,
Could be sitting in a chair,
Whatever it is,
Sit somewhere comfortably that you feel relaxed and comfortable.
And you're going to close your eyes and you're going to take three deep breaths.
Deep breath in,
Count to four.
Deep breath out,
Count to four.
And each time you exhale,
You're going to try and relax your body a little bit further.
So you're going to inhale,
Pause,
Exhale,
Pause.
So as you're doing this and you're relaxing,
It's in those pauses between breaths where we're going to go.
That is where your creativity meets your imagination,
Meets your subconscious.
So let's see what awaits you in the spaces between breaths.
Odin was a great king.
He had created worlds and cultivated life.
He had built great castles and monuments to the everlasting.
Odin had two ravens,
Huginn and Muninn,
Thought and memory.
They were his muse and brought him great vision.
Still,
Despite all the great things he had accomplished,
Odin longed for the days of old,
For a simpler time when he laughed and frolicked in the fields where he spent his childhood.
One night,
Odin called memory to him and said,
I so wish to see the world as I did when I was a child.
Show me that world.
And so as he slept,
Memory brought him dreams of his childhood and Odin experienced true joy and freedom.
So much so that when he awoke,
He immediately summoned thought.
Go forth and see the fields for which I grew up and tell me of them,
For I cannot go.
I am too old and tired.
So thought flew from the great palace and traveled the world until at last they reached the fields where Odin had grown up,
Except it was no longer a place of beauty.
Fire and war had ravaged the countryside.
Thought knew immediately that it was Odin's own ambition that had caused this and yet did not have the heart to tell Odin this,
For he knew his heart would break.
And so thought flew back to Odin and when Odin asked what he saw,
Thought opened its beak and paused for the briefest of moments and then told him,
The fields are greener than they have ever been.
The forest is lush and full of life.
The skies are the bluest blue,
White daffodils sprinkle the great fields and is truly greater than you even dreamed it.
Thought locked eyes with memory as he said this and more than words passed between them.
Odin was overjoyed at this news and tears leaked down his face as he imagined the fields of his childhood.
He saw the daffodils in the forests.
In his mind he laid in the grass and watched the blue sky.
But Odin's power had grown and as he imagined this truth,
So it came to be.
Grass grew up from the scorched soil.
Streams of water washed away the remnants of war and daffodils grew.
By imagining it,
Odin had made it real.
This is truth.
