The Mystical Cloud: Meditation Sleep Story

So just take a moment to allow 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 you're walking along through countryside and the gentle rise and fall of the hills beneath your feet feels almost like a lullaby,

The earth itself rocking you with every step.

The air is crisp and clean,

Sweet with the scent of wildflowers that bloom in delicate clusters along the path.

Above you,

The sky stretches out in an endless blue,

Soft and smooth like a piece of silk,

So calm that it feels as though the world itself is holding its breath.

The sun is warm but not overwhelming,

Just a gentle golden blanket that drapes over the landscape,

Infusing the day with a serene glow.

Illuminating the hills,

The grass,

Warming your skin with a kind of quiet tenderness as though it's inviting you to relax deeper and deeper,

To let go of anything that might be on your mind.

And you continue to walk and the ground beneath you gives slightly the grass parting softly as though it recognises every step that you take.

And there's a soothing rhythm to the landscape,

To your walking,

To the gentle sway of the tall grasses brushing against your legs,

The soft rustling of leaves stirred by a faint breeze.

Everything around you moves so slowly as though time itself is in no hurry and the world invites you to match its pace.

A low hum fills the air,

The sound of bees moving lazily from one flower to the next,

Their wings buzzing in a slow harmonious rhythm.

You can hear the distant chirping of birds,

Their songs travelling through the air,

Calming your soul.

Each note carrying a message.

As you relax deeper and deeper into the quiet peace that surrounds you and with every breath,

You can feel yourself becoming more connected to the world around you,

Drawing you deeper and deeper into the experience.

And the hills you're walking over continue to undulate so softly like the gentle movement of waves on a calm sea.

Each ascent bringing with it a new view,

A new stretch of peaceful green that unfolds before you,

Stretching out towards the horizon.

And there's no hurry,

No pressure to move quickly.

And the path beneath you is soft,

Its edges lined with wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze,

Petals glowing softly in the golden light.

And the warmth of the sun rests on your shoulders,

So soothing and gentle,

Radiating through your body,

Filling you with a soft drowsy comfort.

The air around you so fresh,

Carrying those scents of the earth and the flowers.

Each inhalation feeling like a deep restorative breath,

Guiding you deeper and deeper into relaxation.

While your own footsteps merge with the natural rhythm of the world,

Sinking you in calmness with the environment.

And as you continue to walk,

Those hills stretching out before you,

You continue to feel so deeply and so comfortably relaxed.

And as the day begins to slip gently towards evening,

The light shifts,

Casting long shadows,

Stretching across the hills.

The sun hanging lower in the sky,

Its golden rays softening and kissing the tops of the trees ahead.

As you approach the edge of a forest,

Its entrance marked by tall majestic trees,

Their branches arched overhead.

And as you enter the air changes.

You start to smell the scents of the forest.

And as you enter the forest,

Passing into the dimly lit environment,

You can notice the soft crunch of leaves underfoot.

The world beyond the forest grows quieter,

More distant.

The trees towering overhead,

Branches gently rustling in the breeze.

Occasional leaves falling to the ground.

The gentle dappled light breaking its way through the canopy overhead,

Dancing before you.

And the deeper into the forest you go,

The more it seems to reveal its magic.

You notice soft ethereal lights starting to glow from beneath the leaves,

Pulsing gently like the rhythm of a slow,

Peaceful heartbeat.

You notice that the plants here are unlike anything you've ever seen before.

The leaves shimmering with a faint luminescence,

Casting another wildly glow across the landscape.

Small creatures moving quietly among the undergrowth.

Everything moving so slow and graceful,

As though this whole place is part of a dreamlike rhythm.

A relaxing symphony designed to lull you to sleep.

And as you continue walking,

You start to hear the distant sound of water trickling over rocks.

And the ground beneath you begins to feel a little softer,

Almost spongy.

And you continue walking deeper and deeper into this forest,

Feeling a deep sense of peace and calm.

And as night begins to set in,

You find your way to that sound of flowing water,

And you notice that stream runs through a clearing,

Nestled here in the heart of this magical forest,

Where you can see the first stars of the night.

And so you set up a camp,

Listening to the sounds change in the forest,

From the daytime animals to the night time.

Each sound so relaxing,

So calming and comforting,

You can notice the glowing pulsing lights of this forest,

From the plants and the animals,

The insects flying in the air.

You can notice that the temperature is just right to relax,

Near a campfire to the sound of the running water,

Sitting in the entrance to your tent.

You enjoy a warm cup of tea.

You can smell the scent of that tea,

The feeling of the cup in your hands,

The warmth radiating into your palms.

Noticing the sensation with each sip of tea you take,

Of the warm liquid passing in through your mouth,

And down towards your stomach,

Bringing in peace and calmness.

And as the night continues to deepen,

So you can see the broadening blanket of stars,

And the most beautiful silvery crescent moon gently rising above the trees,

In the way that it is reflecting in the water of the stream.

And the scene is so enchanting and magical.

And you're aware as you gaze up at those stars,

How the different constellations you can see,

Were once ancient stories to different people,

As people imbued the night sky with the stories of their time,

Of the myths and legends they wanted carried through the generations.

And you find as the night continues on,

That any thoughts that were once racing through your mind,

Begin to drift away like leaves passing down the stream,

Each breath relaxing you deeper and deeper into the experience.

Hearing those night time sounds calming you further,

And time seems to stretch out,

Like every second lasting a minute,

And then after a while,

You rest back into the tent,

And you close your eyes,

To just enjoy being in the moment,

Letting the sounds and sensations wash over you,

Guiding you into the most peaceful state of stillness,

Relaxing you deeper and deeper.

And as you lie back in the tent,

Listening to the sounds,

You begin to comfortably drift asleep,

Sometimes aware of the sounds outside the tent,

Other times more focused on the changing focus to the land of dreams in your mind.

The last of the worries fading away,

As you rest into peaceful slumber,

And as you drift quietly and peacefully asleep,

You can notice your body beginning to feel weightless,

As if suspended in a state of perfect relaxation,

The temperature around you just right,

To facilitate the most deep and comfortable sleep.

And the next morning,

You awaken to the light of the new day,

Shining onto the tent,

Making the tent seem to almost glow with warmth,

You can hear the morning sounds of the forest,

You can breathe in the fresh,

Cool and comfortable air,

And continue to hear the sound of the stream flowing,

You enjoy a comfortable breakfast,

Looking forward to your journey ahead today,

And you pack up your camp,

And you follow that stream,

Until the stream merges with a river,

And you continue to walk alongside this river,

Walking deeper and deeper through the forest,

Enjoying the soothing sound of the flow of the water,

Each step relaxing you deeper and deeper into the experience,

And after hours of peaceful walking,

You find yourself approaching a secluded clearing,

Where you discover the remnants of a forgotten civilisation,

With crumbled stone walls,

Half hidden by moss and vines,

Reclaimed by nature over centuries,

You look at the ruins and feel that they seem so humble,

As if they've always belonged to the forest,

You notice the way that nature has so gently folded these ancient structures into its embrace,

You walk among the ruins,

You reach out and touch one of the crumbling walls,

Your fingers brushing so delicately against the rough surface of the stone,

Feeling the cool beneath your hand,

Solid yet fragile,

And you notice that some of the stone is adorned with intricate carvings,

Faded and worn by time,

You can't work out what they tell the story of,

What their meaning is,

But you have this feeling that ancient wisdom lingers in this area,

And that these ruins once held great meaning,

And this area feels so still,

So contemplative,

So relaxing,

And as you walk around these ancient ruins,

You discover an entrance to what appears to be an underground chamber,

And the stones framing the entrance are larger and more ornate,

Yet still deeply weathered by time,

And you head towards that entrance,

And with curiosity and excitement,

You walk through the threshold,

Descending,

Curious what you'll discover,

And as you descend,

You notice how the steps beneath your feet are smooth and worn by time,

And by those who repeatedly descended these steps in the past,

And each footstep echoes so gently around the walls of this underground chamber,

And once down in the chamber,

You notice its quietness,

The stillness of the air,

That it's cooler than on the surface,

There seems to be a soft light filtering through the chamber from an unknown source,

Perhaps the walls just gently glowing themselves,

You can see faded carvings,

Intricate designs,

The way they seem to be depicting scenes of a flourishing civilization now long gone,

Their stories etched forever into these stones,

And in the centre of the chamber,

Bathed in that soft ethereal glow,

Sits an ornate bottle,

Resting on a stone pedestal,

The bottle is small,

But exquisitely detailed,

Covered in gems which catch the soft light and sparkle and shimmer,

You walk over to that bottle,

You run your fingers around the surface of the bottle,

With a deep breath,

You lift the bottle off of the pedestal,

Noticing that it's much lighter than you'd expected,

You take a look around the whole bottle while holding it,

You carefully reach for the cork,

And pull that cork from the top of the bottle,

And with a gentle sigh,

As if the bottle itself is releasing a long held breath,

A pastel pink mist begins to pour out,

Swirling delicately in the air,

The mist moves with grace,

As if it's sentient,

Expanding and unfurling,

With a soft fluid motion,

Spiralling upward,

Forming shapes that drift and twirl like tendrils of a dream,

Light and airy,

Yet full of presence,

The cloud seems to dance in the air,

Its soft pastel hues glowing faintly in the dim light,

It swirls around you,

Its form ever changing,

Shifting like a gentle breeze through an open window,

As it floats gently around you,

The cloud's delicate movements feel soothing,

Almost hypnotic,

You can feel yourself relaxing deeper and deeper as your mind becomes quieter and quieter,

While watching the cloud's graceful dance,

The room around you seems to blur at the edges,

And all that exists in this moment is the soft,

Gentle presence of the pastel cloud,

Its form expanding and contracting in a peaceful rhythm,

The cloud moves closer and you feel its cool light presence brushing against your skin,

It carries with it a faint sweet scent,

Like the first breath of spring flowers blooming after a long winter,

The soft air stirs gently around you,

And with it comes a sense of freedom,

Of release,

As though the weight of time itself is melting away,

The cloud's presence is light airy and yet it feels deeply comforting,

Like being wrapped in a soft invisible blanket,

That brings with it a profound sense of peace,

And the pastel pink cloud hovers gently before you,

Its form shifting as if it's considering something,

Preparing to speak,

Then from the centre of the cloud,

A soft melodic voice begins to emerge,

A gentle soothing sound,

Filling the chamber with peace and kindness,

Thank you,

The cloud begins,

You've released me from the confines of my bottle,

For centuries I was trapped within,

Waiting for someone to find me,

To set me free,

You begin to feel a connection with this cloud,

Long ago,

The cloud says,

I served the people of this land,

I was called upon to bring rain to their fields,

To provide shade on the hottest days,

And to transport them across great distances when they needed to travel,

I was their companion,

Their guardian in the skies,

But as time passed,

The people faded away,

Their civilization forgotten,

By all but the trees and the stones of the forest,

The cloud swirls gently around you as it speaks,

Its movements slow and deliberate,

When the people were gone,

No one remained to call me from the bottle,

And so I remained trapped,

Waiting in silence,

Hoping that one day,

Someone would come,

And now,

You're here,

The cloud pauses,

In a moment of quiet reflection,

I'm free now,

The cloud says,

And for that,

I offer you my gratitude,

Let me show you the world as it once was,

Let me take you on a journey through the skies,

The cloud begins to expand,

Filling the room,

Wrapping around you like a soft,

Weightless cocoon,

Come,

The cloud says,

Let's journey together,

And with that,

You feel yourself lifting softly off the ground,

Rising gently into the air,

As the cloud carries you upwards,

The chamber beneath you fades away,

And all around you is the soft,

Pastel glow of the cloud,

Its presence like a dream come to life,

Guiding you deeper and deeper into a world of peace and wonder,

And the cloud lifts you gently into the air,

As though the ground beneath your feet has melted away,

Leaving you weightless and free,

You don't feel any tugging or pulling,

Only the soft,

Effortless sensation of rising,

The air around you is cool and crisp,

A refreshing breeze that brushes lightly against your face,

Carrying with it the scent of distant mountains,

And the sweetness of wild meadows below,

Beneath you,

The landscape stretches out,

Vast and serene,

Like a painting unfolding before your eyes,

Rolling hills,

Rippling softly like waves,

Their green folds blending into meadows that shimmer under the sunlight,

Beyond the meadows,

Forests gather in a quiet cluster,

Their tall trees swaying in slow,

Rhythmic movements,

As though they too are a part of the peaceful dance of the earth,

Rivers wind their way through the landscape,

Silver threads glinting in the light,

Weaving patterns of calm as they meander towards the horizon,

The cloud moves effortlessly,

Carrying you higher with each breath,

Its surface soft and cushioned beneath your body,

It rises and falls in a gentle rhythm,

Lulling you deeper and deeper into the most pleasant reverie,

Above you,

The sky stretches endlessly,

A canvas of soft blues and whites,

The clouds around you,

Floating in peaceful clusters,

Birds soar beside you,

Wings outstretched,

Gliding so effortlessly on currents of air,

All seeming so unhurried,

Just dancing with the sky,

Feathers shimmering in sunlight,

The air is pure and fresh,

Filling your lungs with each deep breath,

Bringing with it a sense of renewal and new beginnings,

The cloud carrying you higher,

As you sink deeper into the most peaceful relaxation,

And as you approach the mountains,

You can notice their snow-capped peaks,

Sparkling like a million diamonds in those mountains,

You begin to have this sense of how everything is connected,

All the parts of the landscape,

The flora and fauna,

You start to feel like time here,

Has slowed or perhaps even slipped away entirely,

Leaving you suspended in this moment of pure stillness,

The more you float,

The deeper you relax,

And the deeper you relax,

The softer the cloud seems to become,

The cloud moves with the air,

The landscape rolling past below,

And after what feels like the most peaceful eternity of drifting in the sky,

Seeing what this world once looked like,

The cloud descends again,

Heading back to the chamber,

And once back in the chamber,

The cloud swirls around you,

Gradually lowering you down to the chamber floor,

Dispersing from you,

And reforming before you,

Leaving you with a deep sense of peace and calm,

The cloud hovering before you,

Says that the artifact,

Which was here,

In this chamber,

Was never really a reference to the bottle,

It was a reference to them,

They spoke of how now the bottle is open,

They'll be able to come and go as they please,

People sought the bottle,

Thinking the bottle held magic,

But the magic was actually the cloud,

And the cloud thanks you once more for freeing it,

And you set off from this chamber,

You make the journey back the way you came,

Find your way back through that forest,

Back over the hills and meadows,

All the way back home,

And once home you settle down in bed,

Pondering and thinking of the experience you've had,

As you drift and float so calmly,

So peacefully relaxed into slumberland.