Close your eyes and gently turn inward,
And allow your energy to focus just on you.
Take a deep breath and snuggle up so you're cozy and comfy.
Now just allow your body go to completely melt into your bed in total relaxation.
As you relax your mind and body,
Find that space where you can just be,
And it feels so good.
Imagine standing on the black and white marble floor of a mysterious and magical library.
In the library are countless books,
Floor after floor of books.
As high as you can see,
Pockets of sun stream through the library,
Illuminating hidden collections of ancient books.
The books pique your interest,
With their secrets of light and secrets of the past.
As you stroll through the shelves,
Titles of thousands of leather-bound books reveal themselves,
Beckoning you to take a closer look.
After a few moments of combing the stacks,
An elevator with an iron door appears,
And safely you step into it.
Inside the elevator,
You're struck by its beauty,
All brass and white marble,
With no buttons to push for floors.
The elevator just knows where to take you.
The elevator stops on a floor,
And the doors open.
Curiously,
You exit,
And begin perusing the stacks,
Eager to learn what wisdom they hold.
Walking through the shelves of books,
A light energy buzzes in you.
The energy of learning fills your soul.
A thick,
Brown leather book,
With gold lettering and yellow,
Dusty pages,
Calls to you.
And as you reach for it,
The book magically lifts off the shelf,
And opens on a table where you can read it.
The yellowy pages hold elaborate calligraphy with vivid color images of royalty and fairies,
And everyday men and women from the 16th century.
Now imagine the images spring from the pages,
And holographic characters begin talking in Old English right in front of you.
Magically,
You understand everything.
Two people quarrel,
A king complains about his daughter,
And a group of everyday men try to put on a play that is so bad you have to laugh.
Shakespeare's Midsummer Night's Dream comes to life before your eyes.
After a few moments,
The images dissolve back into the book,
And another book flies off the shelf to you.
Before your eyes,
Galileo rises,
Telescope in hand.
As he gazes at the stars,
Galileo is silent at first.
Looking deep into the cosmos that unfolds around you,
With twinkling stars and swirling galaxies,
You see exactly what Galileo sees.
The full moon shining,
Venus aglow,
And Jupiter with its moons,
They all light up before you.
Then Galileo puts down his telescope and feverishly scribbles something into a notebook.
You try to read his notes and understand his calculations,
But then something tells you to just sit back and breathe,
And then while breathing,
You simply absorb Galileo's knowledge naturally,
Like you were just given a new lens to see the world.
The pages close,
And the astronomer disappears back into the magical book,
Leaving you with a joy from learning.
Now,
As you walk to the elevator,
You feel your soul collecting the knowledge from all of the texts,
All of the books in the library.
The images and downloads come quickly and gently,
And stir within you a deep connection to the past.
You feel yourself expanding and growing in a renaissance of knowledge,
And a reverence for the past.
You are filled with an understanding that your present is deeply entwined with the past,
And that all the past knowledge is connected to the future as well.
They are one.
As your time at the library draws to a close,
Your mind slows,
Feeling satisfied and nourished,
And your soul relaxes,
Feeling complete.
You've tapped into the secrets of the universe,
And they now live and breathe within you.
Namaste.
Beautiful.
