So just take a moment to allow your eyes to close and allow yourself to begin to relax.
And as you begin to comfortably drift 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 fall asleep.
You can take a moment to allow yourself to get comfortable and imagine a healing light.
Softly.
Slowly and gently passing down from the top of your head.
To the tips of your toes.
Relaxing gently down through you.
As I count down from 10 to 1.
That was each count.
Your mind can quieten and calm.
As the muscles soften and relax.
And you can begin the process of drifting.
Peacefully asleep.
From 10.
That healing light relaxing the muscles around the top of the head.
Around the back of your head.
Gently.
Carefully.
Relaxing the muscles around the side of your head.
Around your temple,
Your forehead.
And with each out-breath.
That relaxation can deepen so peacefully.
So comfortably.
As it flows down around the eyes and around the ears.
Nine.
That relaxation moving down around the jaw.
Relaxing that jaw.
Allowing the tongue to relax.
The lips.
To relax the nostrils,
To gently relax.
Relax with that relaxation.
Moving carefully.
Slowly.
As that healing light.
Passes down the back of the neck.
Softening and calming those muscles.
Around the side of the neck.
The front of the neck.
Down from the head.
Gradually.
Moving that calming.
Healing light.
Out across the shoulders,
The shoulder blades.
Relaxing those muscles.
Like a deep massage passing.
Through your mind and body.
As that relaxation.
Begins to move down those arms and I don't know which arm the relaxation will move down fastest.
Whether it'll be the right arm or the left arm,
But.
.
.
You can be aware of that healing light.
Gently down those arms.
Around the bicep.
Tricep.
Down into the forearms.
Seven.
Moving all the way down to the wrists.
Palms of the hands.
Down to the fingertips and.
.
.
Perhaps as that relaxation continues through those arms.
With each out-breath.
The arms begin to feel heavier.
Or lighter.
Or some other sensation as relaxation sets in.
And you know the process for sleep.
Is that the body begins to relax.
And wow the body.
Becomes physically relaxed,
So the mind.
Begins to drift and dream.
Initially to brief reveries.
Before settling on the first dream of the night.
Six.
And that healing light can spread down from the shoulders.
Down around the chest,
The upper back.
Softening and relaxing those muscles gently.
Calming the breathing.
Helping.
You drift deeper and deeper.
Deeper into the experience.
Five,
The healing light moving down towards the stomach,
The lower back,
The sides.
Relaxing those muscles as it goes.
Bringing a deep sense of peace and calm to your upper body.
Releasing any tension.
Perhaps occasionally.
Finding yourself shifting just a little.
To get more comfortable.
Four.
With that relaxation spreading down around your buttocks.
Down into the upper parts of your legs.
Three.
Passing that relaxation.
Down towards the lower parts of your legs.
Perhaps those legs feeling heavier and heavier,
Maybe.
As the body becomes deeply relaxed and your focus drifts inside more on what's going on for you in your mind you lose awareness of the body as it becomes incredibly still.
Too.
The relaxation.
Spreading down to your feet.
Calming.
Softly relaxing.
All the way down to the tips of your toes.
And one.
As a final wave of relaxation.
Pulses gently through you from the top of your head.
Down through your body.
All the way down.
To the tips of your toes.
Your mind begins to drift and dream.
And wonder.
Into tonight's sleep story.
And you find yourself walking along.
The edge of a cliff looking over the most beautiful ocean.
As the sun.
Carefully.
Creeps down over the horizon.
Its golden light.
Tickling the tops of the waves.
Sparkling and dancing below you.
The breeze brushing at your cheeks.
The occasional sound.
Of a distant seagull.
And the soft roaring of the waves below.
As they growl their way up onto the shore.
And pull stones back out to sea.
And the sun continues.
To lower gently over the horizon.
And you can taste the slight salty taste to the air.
And see a distant lighthouse.
Well,
Yeah.
Along the cliff.
It's light.
Sweeping.
Melodically.
Across the ocean.
You can notice the sky darkening.
The first signs of stars appearing in the night sky.
The inky blanket of the night sky.
Gradually wrapping around overhead.
Encroaching.
On that setting sun.
And even after the sun has passed beyond the horizon.
You can still notice along the horizon.
In the direction of the sun.
That gentle band of glow.
The sun's rays.
Still reverberate through the atmosphere.
And a stillness setting into the air.
You walk further along the cliff.
To append.
You sit down on that bench.
You wrap yourself up warm and comfortably within a coat.
And enjoy.
Calmness of the evening.
The gentle rumbling of the ocean below.
The stillness of the night.
Freshness of the air.
The twinkling of the lights overhead.
The air cooling.
As night continues.
To progress.
Feeling the sensation.
Breathing in that cool air.
As the cool air passes through your nostrils.
And down into your body.
Feeling deeply relaxed.
Gazing up towards the star.
Watching the occasional shooting star fizz across the sky.
Watching as the moon.
Carefully and slowly rises above the horizon.
It's light.
Creating.
A million.
Dancing silver diamonds.
Across the surface of the ocean.
A silhouette of clouds occasionally crossing the moon's face.
And as some of the finer clouds that are high up in the atmosphere.
Pass across the moon's face you notice.
What looks almost like an inverted rainbow.
Encircling the glowing moon.
And after a while.
You head back from the cliff edge a little way,
To a tree line.
You set up a 10.
By those trees.
With the entrance to the tent facing you.
Towards the water.
You roll out a sleeping bag in the tent.
You take out a small camp stove.
Light that stone.
Wrapped up warm,
Sitting in the entrance to your tent with just the stove for light.
You boil yourself some water.
Making yourself a cup of tea.
You cook yourself some food.
You then turn off the stove.
And just enjoy the stillness of the night.
The gentle rustling of the leaves as the wind blows a breeze through the trees.
Eating that food and drinking the warm drink.
And after a while.
You turn on a light.
You grab yourself a book to read.
You put off turning on this light for as long as possible.
Wanting to be able to enjoy the nature around you.
Because once the light is on.
.
.
Your eyes begin to adapt.
To the light.
And so the stars fade a little in the background.
And everything outside of your immediate zone.
Within that light.
Appears much darker than it did before.
Which while reading.
Helps to give a really cozy and intimate feel.
To this space,
Even though you're sad.
On top of a cliff.
Landscape stretched around you.
Trees behind you.
You can't see far.
Beyond the reach of the light.
And so it feels almost like you're sitting.
In a room containing the freshest of air.
And that's light.
Pleasant breeze.
That you notice.
Moves in and out of your body with each breath that you take.
And you sit comfortably on your sleeping bag in the entrance to the tent.
The book open on your lap.
Hands holding that book in place.
Fingers preventing the pages from closing back again.
And it takes you a couple of pages of reading.
Before you really absorb yourself in the story unfolding before you.
The first page or two.
Almost is like a connecting to the previous time you were reading.
With your brain.
Works out.
What you were reading previously here in this book.
Based on where the story's going now.
But once you're a couple of pages in.
You're familiar.
With where the story was at.
And where it's now going.
You settle into what you're reading.
And find yourself absorbed deeper into it.
Deeper into this book.
And it's a fantasy story.
About a strange land.
And a woman on a quest.
And this woman has a pet fairy.
Which she carries around.
In a satchel she has hanging.
Over one shoulder.
And resting.
By her thigh.
And the ferret rests in that satchel with its little head poking out.
From that satchel.
Occasionally looking up at her as if to try to communicate.
But mainly watching the way ahead as they walk.
And she walks with her.
Unnoticed skip in her step.
No one would notice,
Or say she has a skip in her step.
But internally.
In how it feels to her.
There's a slight hint of excitement.
Enjoy.
With just being a hell.
Walking.
Through nature.
And so internally she feels a slight skip in her steps.
Even if externally.
Others probably would never notice.
And as she walks through this landscape She admires the islands.
Floating.
In the sky.
Patches of magnetic rock.
Jostled.
And altered.
By a giant earthquake.
That have then faced the opposite way.
Being repelled.
And almost ripped up out of the ground.
Reaching an equilibrium.
Of hovering.
Overhead.
Leaving a massive rip through the landscape.
A giant indentation.
And the rainfall that hits.
Those floating bits of land.
Cascades.
From certain points around the edges.
Like waterfalls.
Falling into the air.
And some of the smaller waterfalls.
Disperse.
In the breeze,
Forever reaching the ground.
Other waterfalls for heavier.
Reach all the way down to the land below.
And the dispersing water.
Fills the air.
Leading to more clouds.
Which hover beneath those islands.
And the cracks in the ground left by the islands.
Are filled with.
Water in some cases.
Like giant lakes.
In other cases like rivers.
Running through the crack.
With trees.
And plants.
Filling.
This new exposed land.
Animals making these spaces their home.
And the animals.
That have made it their home up on top of these floating islands.
Becoming isolated.
And developing in their own way.
And the woman and the fairy.
Continue on through this landscape.
And as night time sets in.
So the glowing flowers spring.
Into action.
To attract nighttime animals.
And some of the flowers seem to almost twinkle.
And sparkle.
With the movement of the breeze.
Others can be heard almost ringing.
Some seem to pulse.
Some of the trees.
Are wrapped in vines.
Where light within the vines pulses.
From the ground up towards the canopy of the tree.
Almost like the canopy itself.
Is drinking water.
Through stroll.
And with every go.
Another burst of water is rising up.
Through that straw.
And this landscape seems more alive at night.
With all the light.
And during daytime.
Where it appears so still and quiet.
She sees glowing deer-like creatures.
With fluorescent green antlers.
Feeding.
On fluorescent green grass.
Dots of light,
Like fireflies.
Flying among the trees.
And as she walks through this landscape so the patches of grass that she steps on darken as if.
She squeezed out the light.
And once her foot lifts off the patch of grass.
Over a second or so,
The light comes back.
And she walks through this landscape.
Hearing a hum off in the distance.
Heading towards that hum.
She sees an electric blue glowing portal.
Hovering.
Just on the edge of the trees.
She reaches down with her thumb,
Gently pets the ferret.
As they arrive at the portal.
And she instinctively seems to hold her breath while stepping through.
Almost like there's a slight uncertainty about what to expect next.
And closes her eyes just for a moment.
Just slightly longer than the moment of a blink.
And hears a hum as she passes through.
Like a wave passing from in front of her to behind her.
And then stillness.
She opens her eyes.
And sees a landscape before her that looks nothing like she's seen before.
With enormous,
Jagged,
Emerald looking crystals.
Intertwined and stretched through the landscape.
Every blade of grass.
Static.
Like a delicate crystal.
On the ground.
Her feet crunching and shattering.
Every single blade of grass she steps on.
Like the most delicate breakable glass.
And she tries to minimally damage anything.
Feeling bad about every crystal bit of grass she's breaking.
And she's heading.
Towards a village she sees in the distance.
She can see.
In that village.
Tool tower,
Spiraling.
Up into the sky.
Crooked buildings.
Filling that village.
And she walks towards that village.
And as she gets nearer and nearer.
.
.
Eventually.
She's no longer walking through this glass grass she finally reaches a path.
And as she walks on this path which feels lightly spongy glows ever so slightly under each step.
She follows this.
Down towards that village.
Walks.
Into the village.
Noticing how the village is illuminated by.
.
.
Flame torches positioned at regular intervals.
And the tower seems to be illuminated by flame torches.
Positioned in front of concave mirrors.
And she walks through this village.
Finding her way to a raggedy-looking inn.
Which goes to that end.
That's a T.
Smell of stew.
Looking within the inn.
The most pleasant food smell.
Mumble of people sat around chatting.
Which all stops as she enters.
And then continues moments later.
She heads to the bar.
She hands over.
A letter and says she was told to bring this here.
The bar person takes that letter.
Thanks.
And stows it under the counter.
And offers her a drink and some food.
And gestures for her to take a seat.
And so she sits down by the fire.
Enjoying the sound of the crackling fireplace.
The ferret climbing out of the bag.
Stretching its legs before climbing up onto her lap.
Having a drink and some food of its own.
And they eat.
Their food and drink their drinks and listen to the crackling fire.
And notice the dancing light.
Of that fire.
And she rests there for a while And then the bar person comes over and says that.
.
.
She needs to head to the tower when she's done.
And thanks her for delivering that letter.
And after eating that food and drinking the drink.
The ferret squirms back into the bag.
Turns around.
Its head out of the bag.
The woman picks the bag up.
And sets off towards that tower.
And the tower has a vast wooden door.
And she knocks on the giant knocker on the door.
Sound echoing through the tower.
After a few moments the door is open.
She's invited in.
They instantly know who she is.
And they show her through to the leader of the village.
Who thanks her.
For her help delivering.
That letter.
From that distant land.
She's curious.
What the letter was about.
But her job is just that.
Go from A to B.
Delivering what she's asked to deliver.
She's told that a room will be ready for her to sleep in soon.
And after a while.
Someone comes in and.
.
.
Lets the leader know.
Her room is now ready.
And she said so.
Up the spiral fledge of stairs.
Ascending the tower.
To a room right at the top of the tower.
Opens the latch,
Pushes the creaky wooden door open.
Closes that behind her and locks the catch on the door.
Sits on the edge of the bed feeling how soft that bed is.
What makes herself feel at home in this room?
There's a silence to the room.
Stillness to the air here.
She goes over to the window and looks out across the land.
It's back to the bed.
Settles down in the bed and drifts peacefully asleep.
And feeling tired.
You stop reading that book at this point feeling this is a good place to stop,
It's the end of a chapter.
You place a bookmark into the book and fold the book over.
Place that book into your bag.
Tuck yourself back into your tent.
Seal up the tent.
Rest down in your sleeping bag.
And drift peacefully and comfortably asleep.
To the slight.
Movement.
The sides of the tent moving in that breeze.
The freshness of the air within the tent.
Drifting deeper and deeper asleep.
And the next morning awakening to the glowing light.
Around the sides of the tent.
Feeling so deeply refreshed and revitalized from your night's sleep.
Heading out of the tent.
Noticing the moisture on the outside of the tent.
As the sun is gradually setting.
Beginning to rise.
And the light is increasing in intensity.
And the moisture across the landscape and on the tent.
Begins to gently evaporate off.
Creating the most beautiful mist.
Through the woodland behind the tent.
And across the top of this cliff.
Noticing that at the cliff's edge it almost seems like that mist.
Is falling over the edge of the cliff.
Like a waterfall.
Slow motion.
Just gently.
Tumbling down.
Towards the ocean.
You pack away the ten.
And you continue on across the top of this cliff You follow the cliff around and down.
Following a path.
That takes you.
Down gradually.
Towards the seashore.
Once down on the seashore you walk along the stones.
The waves crashing up onto those stones.
Pulling those stones back out to sea.
And you keep a good bit of distance between you and the stones.
And the sea shore.
And you walk along the beach.
And gradually as you move farther from the cleft.
So the beach becomes sandier and sandier.
And there's coarse grasses.
Rising from the beach.
And tufts.
And other plants.
Wildflowers.
You find your way around.
Heading towards.
A nearby town.
And by lunchtime you arrive at that town.
You find your way too.
The hotel that you're staying in at this town.
You're a little bit early,
So you visit a cafe over the road from the hotel.
You sit in the cafe for a while.
Having a drink and some food.
Watching the world go by.
And by mid-afternoon you head to the hotel.
You check in to the hotel.
And your hair.
For an event.
That's taking place in the morning.
And will be taking place.
For a couple of days.
And it's a writing retreat.
What are they going to teach you about writing?
And they're going to use the landscape as part of the inspiration.
Which is why this event is held in this remote space.
Location.
And that night all enthused about how.
The next few days will go.
And looking forward to reading some more of your book.
And how reading that fiction.
Can help you to learn.
And develop your own writing skills.
You head to bed.
You continue reading about that woman and her fairy seeing where her journey goes next.
Before feeling so tired you close the book at the end of a chapter Place the book on the bedside table.
Feeling so comfortably relaxed in this bed Aware of the difference between falling asleep in this bed compared to the bed you slept in the night before.
That sleeping bag in a tent.
And you easily and effortlessly.
Drift and float.
Peacefully asleep.
Into slumberland.
