Relaxing On The Velvet Cushion (Bedtime Story)

So,

Just take a moment to lay your eyes to close and allow yourself to begin to relax.

And as you begin to comfortably fall asleep,

I don't know whether you'll drift asleep faster to the sound of my voice or whether it'll be to the spaces between my words.

And as you comfortably drift asleep,

I'm just going to tell this bedtime story in the background.

And in this bedtime story,

You're on holiday,

In the most beautiful countryside,

Staying in a log cabin.

And you're sitting in the back garden,

On a large velvet cushion.

So large,

You sink deeply into that cushion.

The cushion holding your legs up slightly,

Supporting your back,

Your shoulders,

Your neck,

Your head,

Your arms resting peacefully beside you on that cushion.

The soft feeling of the velvet beneath your fingertips.

As you rest there,

The cushion having a coolness to it,

Under the warmth of the sun.

Listening to the sound of finches,

Dancing among the branches of the trees.

The rustling of the leaves of the bushes surrounding the garden.

The sweet scent of rose,

Wafting from the roses surrounding you.

Watching as butterflies and bees,

Go about their life from plant to plant around the flower beds.

And you can see the short grass,

Waving ever so slightly,

As the wind blows the most gentle breeze,

Which travels through the garden.

And tickles your face with its cool touch,

Under the warmth of that sun.

And your eyes gently close,

And you can feel the warmth of that sunlight,

Like a healing light,

Massaging from the top of your head,

Around your face,

Down your neck,

Your shoulders,

Your upper back,

Down your arms to the tips of your fingers,

And down through your body.

Almost like that healing light of the sun,

Softens and heals within and through you.

While you breathe so comfortably and so peacefully,

Drifting deeper and deeper into the experience.

And you can notice the light of the sun through your closed eyelids,

And that comfortable pressure of the warmth of the sun,

As it massages your body.

Almost like it's beginning to calm the mind,

And guide you into the most pleasant reverie,

Here in this garden,

Resting on the velvet cushion.

The log cabin,

Standing behind you.

And while you rest there,

So your mind begins to drift and dream,

To the gentle bird sound,

To the soft breeze,

To each breath that you take,

And you start to dream that,

You're walking along a calm and peaceful seashore,

The most beautiful sandy shore,

With the water delicately lapping onto that sand,

Like hungry hippos,

Eating their way along the shore,

Dragging some of that sand back out with them.

And you can feel the movement of that sand,

As the water passes across your feet,

And pulls some of that sand back,

Past your feet as you walk,

And feel the temperature of that water,

The sound it makes as it rolls along the shore,

The sounds of seabirds,

The way sunlight glistens and sparkles on the surface of the ocean,

And stopping at some protruding rocks,

As you see an elderly lady,

Resting on the rocks,

A face directed towards the sun,

Her eyes closed,

A breathing calm and peaceful,

A skirt waving gently in the breeze,

A slight salty tang to the air,

As the waves strike the base of the rocks so gently,

Creating the slightest of mist,

And as you approach,

So the lady notices you,

And turns her head in your direction,

Before opening her eyes,

And opens her eyes so softly,

Almost as if the eye is opening,

Pull a smile upon her face,

As she smiles over towards you,

And greets you in the friendliest of ways,

And while she talks with you,

She offers you some passion fruit,

And tells you this is no ordinary fruit,

It'll fill you with passion,

It'll help you to uncover what you're truly passionate about,

And you have some of that fruit,

And it makes your fingers slightly sticky,

You take a step or two towards the sea,

As those soft and gentle waves roll in,

You run your fingers through the water,

Rubbing them gently together,

And the fingertips begin to dry off,

Under the warmth of the sun,

Almost as soon as they've left the sea,

And she pulls out a coin,

And asks you heads or tails,

And you ask,

Heads or tails,

What?

And she says,

Heads or tails,

If it's heads,

I'll guide you on an adventure across the ocean,

If it's tails,

Your adventure will start beneath the waves,

Which do you think it'll be?

And you say,

Heads,

And she flicks the coin in the air,

And it seems to spin through the air,

For much longer than anticipated,

As if that coin is hanging there in the air,

Before landing in the palm of her hand,

And she places the palm of her hand on top of the back of her other hand,

She looks up in your direction,

The crow's feet stretching around the sides of her eyes,

As a smile crawls around her mouth,

She gazes down at her hands,

And very slowly and carefully,

Peels her fingertips from the top of her hand,

Revealing the coin,

And you see that that coin is showing tails,

And with a smile,

She flicks the coin in the air again,

And as the coin spins in the air,

So it gets larger and larger,

And it begins to blur while it gets larger and larger,

Until it lands on the water,

Looking like a circular submarine,

And she suggests that you enter that submarine,

And you climb into the submarine,

And she tells you that it's programmed to take you where you need to go,

She says to enjoy the trip,

Before closing the hatch,

And the submarine moves forward on its own,

Moving into deeper water,

Before beginning its descent,

And as it begins its descent,

So you can see,

The way the sun's rays dance before you,

As the waves pass overhead,

Rolling towards the shore so peacefully,

So calmly,

And the submarine silently continues to descend,

And while it continues descending,

The dancing light overhead begins to fade,

The space around you becomes a darker and darker blue,

And you notice in the darkness,

Strings of glowing flashing light,

Light pulsing along jelly bodies,

And as your eyes continue adapting to this dark,

So you notice the most psychedelic jellyfish,

Swimming slowly,

Methodically through the water,

Travelling with ease and peace,

And you watch those jellyfish as they swim,

Their light almost mesmerizing you,

And the sub continues to descend,

And as it continues descending,

So you start to notice something off in the distance,

Something catching your eye,

That looks almost like ruins on the sea floor,

And the sub continues towards those ruins,

And the nearer it gets to the ruins,

The more vast they appear,

Stretching high up from the sea floor,

The sub weaving among the ruins,

Passing through an arch,

And into the ruins of a labyrinth,

Seeming to follow this labyrinth,

As if following a known path through a maze,

And then the submarine begins approaching a wall in a ruined chamber,

And in the back of this wall is a narrow slit,

And you can see some light shining through that slit,

And as the submarine approaches that back wall,

So it begins to slow down gently,

And then starts to spin,

Only the inside of the sub remains upright and steady,

And the outside of the sub begins to glow,

And you notice that it seems to be refolding and shaping itself,

Into a shape that will fit through that narrow slit,

And yet somehow as you look out through the window of the sub,

It looks like it should now fit,

Only the inside of the sub still feels much bigger,

Than the outside of the sub looks from the inside,

And this wafer thin sub approaches the wall,

Passes through that crack in the wall,

And somehow you fit,

And it pops out the other side in a flash of light,

Landing with wheels in a meadow,

Having turned into some kind of a truck,

And the lid of the sub pops open,

You disembark,

You look behind you and you can see that wall,

Only that wall isn't ruins anymore,

In fact it looks like it wasn't built that long ago,

You can see the slit in the wall,

And you can see that it looks like darkness through that slit,

And you stand back from the wall to take a better look,

And the structure looks enormous,

And it looks like it was the labyrinth you just explored,

And in this meadow which seems to go on in every direction for miles and miles,

You can feel the sensation of the sun beating down on you,

Only not with tremendous warmth,

But with deep comfort,

And in this meadow the grass is long,

And tickles at your ankles,

And you walk through the meadow,

Admiring the patchwork of trees dotted through this space,

The gentle rustling of leaves,

The sight of a family of deer in the distance,

Grazing in the meadow,

The scale of the buildings behind you,

And the silence and stillness here,

And while walking through the meadow,

You're surprised to see the most beautiful natural tulips,

Some looking fiery,

Others looking a deep red,

Some almost black,

Some in colours of pastels,

Of pinks and blues,

Colours you've never seen before,

And while you walk through this landscape,

So you hear something in the distance,

That sounds like gentle music,

Reaching and dancing into your ears,

Tickling your senses in a way you've never experienced before,

And you follow that sound,

And when you arrive at the sound,

You see a tall tuft of grass,

Waving in the wind,

And as it waves and moves,

So the sound of music emanates from that grass,

And while you explore this space more,

You notice the movement of the leaves in the trees,

Making the sounds of bells,

The movement of the larger branches,

Making the sounds of deeper woodwind instruments,

As if you've walked into nature's symphony,

And yet you continue to explore with curiosity,

And you see a stream passing through this landscape,

And dancing above the stream,

Almost emanating from it,

It's rainbow colours,

With the intensity of the colours,

Varying across the stream,

And as you near it,

So you realise you can't hear the stream,

It's as if the sound has turned into colour,

And the deeper and deeper into this landscape you go,

The more profound the experience,

And you find as you continue walking,

That what you should be able to see,

You can hear,

What you should be able to hear,

You can see,

What you should be able to smell,

You can feel,

As if someone's jumbled up all of the senses,

And eventually while walking,

You come to a red thread tied to a tree,

With the most beautiful bow,

And you begin to follow that thread,

And you follow that thread as it weaves among the trees,

As it stretches across the meadow,

You see rain clouds rolling gently in,

And a warm and comfortable shower,

Falls from the clouds,

Something about the sensations here,

So deeply profound,

Helping you understand reality in a whole new way,

You continue to follow that thread,

You start to feel a deep sense of joy and curiosity,

As you explore and wonder where you're being guided,

And you notice the thread as it weaves around trees,

But it seems to be heading towards a distant cabin,

And although you could just walk straight to the cabin,

You decide to continue following the thread,

And as you get nearer and nearer to the cabin,

You notice that there's someone swinging on a swing outside the cabin,

And you can see beyond the cabin looks like a spaceship just parked up,

And as you near the cabin and get a better look at the person on the swing,

You discover that they're a kangaroo mouse,

And while approaching they look in your direction,

They don't come over to you,

They continue swinging,

They just watch as you continue the journey to the end of the red thread,

And the red thread ends at a post attached to the gate to their garden,

And you unlatch the gate,

You walk through the gate,

That kangaroo mouse still watching you,

You close the gate behind you,

You cross the garden towards the kangaroo mouse,

They introduce themselves as magnolia,

And they're dressed in the most beautiful tailored suit,

They let you know that they're a quantum being,

They're capable of accessing reality on a quantum realm,

Where every possibility that has ever happened,

That will ever happen,

That is ever happening,

Are all accessible simultaneously,

And they say that this is the heart of the reality,

A bubble created by them,

In their image,

Of their experience of reality,

That reality shifts and changes depending on who's interacting with it,

And what senses they use,

And how those senses work,

And so to create something understandable,

They make this space,

And they invite you into their home,

They hand you a golden key,

And offer you a cup of tea,

And you accept that tea,

And as they bring over the tea,

So the warmth of the tea sings like the sweetest silver bells,

The taste of the tea,

Tastes like the feeling,

Of a warm and comfortable shower,

And you enjoy that cup of tea,

While the kangaroo mouse continues speaking with you,

And they bring over a small chest,

You open the chest with the golden key,

And discover inside the chest,

A small yet heavy crystal ball,

And with some strength,

You lift that crystal ball from the chest,

Holding it firmly in the palm of your hand,

And the weight of that crystal ball,

Feels like,

The weight of emotion,

When you have a task that's important to do,

And you gaze into the crystal ball,

And magnolia talks with you,

And you listen as they talk,

Almost as if they're a mesmerist,

Guiding your attention to the ball,

Absorbing your attention,

Around the patterns,

The movement,

The light in the ball,

You almost forget about the weight of that ball,

As catalepsy sets into your arm,

So calmly and peacefully,

And while gazing into the ball,

So you begin to see clouds moving in the ball,

Flashes of light,

Hints of other worlds,

Of different civilizations,

And they talk to you,

About the power of this ball,

To shape reality,

To guide you to access,

Your desired reality,

That there are multiple paths you can take,

But with this ball,

You can see them all,

And experience them all simultaneously,

And almost unconsciously,

Use the ball,

Like a telescope,

Pointing into the distance,

Navigating and directing you,

Than one specific path,

And it helps to cut through,

The quantum realms,

To understand things in a whole new way,

To head to the reality,

You desire,

You find that,

It's as if you're moving and walking and yet,

In reality it isn't you moving,

It's reality around you moving,

And you let that happen,

As reality moves and shifts around you,

And you explore different potential futures,

Different opportunities and pathways,

You realize there's not exactly free will,

But rather a general trend of direction to go,

That's heavily based on where you've been,

And you head in the direction you want,

You see the future you desire,

You look back and can see the steps you took to get here,

Before finding yourself heading back,

Through time,

Through space,

Leaving the kangaroo mouse,

Saying goodbye,

And heading,

Back to that ship,

And the ship automatically turns to face the hole,

Travels back through that hole,

And begins its journey through the sea,

Before ascending on that beach,

And that woman still resting there,

And she introduces herself,

As Magnolia,

While the submarine behind you,

Spins,

Fizzes,

Pops,

Flies through the air,

And lands like a coin in her hand,

She asks if you've learned anything from the experience,

And you say that,

You feel some change deep within you,

A change you can't quite grasp,

Or fathom yet,

You know that change has happened,

And she sees you on your way,

As you continue along the seafront,

And while continuing along the seafront,

So your mind gets lost in thought,

And as your mind gets lost in thought,

So you find yourself drifting deeper and deeper asleep,

Until the seashore fades completely from your experience,

Almost as if you've walked into nothingness,

And with that,

You drift into the deepest,

Most recuperative sleep,

Waking in your own time in that garden,

Resting on that giant velvet cushion,

Listening to the sounds of nature around you,

Aware of how much the sun has passed across the sky,

And as the sun begins to set,

So you head into your holiday lat,

You settle down to bed,

And you begin to drift and float,

So peacefully,

So comfortably asleep,

Into slumberland.