Beautiful dreamer,
If your eyes aren't closed,
Please close them now.
Let the noise of the world begin to blur at the edges.
Let the noise of the world begin to melt like fog in morning sun.
All the obligations,
All the to-do lists,
All the scrolling,
The noise,
The responsibilities,
The pressure,
Allow it all to fall away now.
Long,
Slow,
Deep breaths.
Let your body soften.
Let the earth hold you.
You are safe.
You are here and you are allowed to rest.
Feel the rise and fall of your breath.
Not trying to change it,
Just noticing.
Let your breath cradle you like a lullaby for your nervous system.
And now I want you to go deeper,
Much deeper.
I want you to feel the ache.
The hollow longing behind your ribs.
That feeling in your core that's hard to name but impossible to ignore.
Maybe it's the craving to be seen,
To feel more alive,
To remember something you've long forgotten.
Maybe it's the ache for a home you've never been to.
Or a self you lost somewhere along the way.
Whatever that longing is inside you,
Let it rise.
Because this ache isn't here to break you,
It's here to lead you.
So breathe into it.
Not to fix it,
But to honour it.
To finally just let it be felt.
This longing inside you is not a floor.
It's a doorway.
And now using your beautiful imagination,
I'd like you to see that doorway appear now.
There is a door that appears in front of you.
It might shimmer.
It might look ancient and carved with symbols you half remember.
This door has whispered your name in the quiet.
This door is the same one you've brushed against in your dreams.
This is the door you felt every time you said to yourself,
There has to be more than this.
Please reach for the door,
Place your hand on it and open it.
The moment you do,
The air changes.
It becomes velvet,
Electric,
Like the universe is holding its breath just for you.
Step through the door,
Cross the threshold.
And as you do,
The world fades behind you,
Not gone,
Just quiet.
Like a radio turned down so low,
It can no longer drown out the voice of your soul.
You are in the in-between now.
The liminal.
The holy.
Let your breath slow.
Let your body soften.
You don't need to be anything other than yourself here.
You are enough.
Find yourself barefoot,
The ground beneath you soft and full of energy.
Not earth,
Not sand,
Not grass but velvet made from moonlight.
Each step feels like a prayer.
Each breath a spell.
The air is thick with a scent you can't name.
Like forest after rain.
Like ancient thunder.
Like memory.
You're in a forest now.
A forest beyond time.
The trees shimmer with silver leaves and bark laced in soft golden light.
And above you,
Galaxies spread across the night sky.
Not making you feel small,
But making you feel part of everything.
The moon watches you without judgement.
Only presence.
Only love.
And something calls to you now.
Not from above you,
But from deep beneath your feet.
From the core of the earth itself.
You follow without question.
You feel the pull of gravity is speaking your name.
And then you see it.
A cave.
Its entrance is wide,
Dark and sacred.
Like a grandmother's arms.
It doesn't frighten you,
It welcomes you.
This is the cave of stars.
Step inside.
Everything immediately goes dark.
A complete holy darkness like the womb of the universe.
Pause here.
Let yourself rest in this velvet dark.
Let yourself be held.
And then it begins.
One fleck of light.
Then another.
Then a hundred.
Then thousands.
Tiny stars appear all around you.
Not in the sky,
But here in the cave,
In the air,
All around you.
They swirl,
They shimmer.
They form constellations that feel like home.
Like the language you spoke before you had words.
Some whisper your name.
Some pulse with your heartbeat.
Some kiss your skin like snowflakes made of love and light.
You're standing in a galaxy made just for you.
This is not your imagination.
This is remembrance.
Because your soul has been here before.
So let yourself feel it.
Let yourself remember.
And then a voice rises,
Not from outside of you,
But from deep within you.
Your true voice.
Your soul's voice.
I have never left you.
I've just been waiting.
Patiently,
Lovingly,
For you to remember just how infinite you are.
And in this moment,
You remember.
All the lies fall away.
All the masks,
The shame,
The silence,
Gone.
You are not too much.
You are not broken.
It's not too late.
You are made of stars.
Of ancient fire.
Of future light.
Let yourself be filled with this knowing.
And then when your soul says it's ready,
Please take a step forward.
And as you do,
The stars begin to spiral.
Gathering like a vortex around you.
A tunnel.
A current.
A blessing.
You are being carried now.
Move deeper into the truth of who you are.
Time bends,
The cave dissolves,
And you arrive.
A soft landing.
A return.
You stand now in wide-open light.
The air smells like jasmine.
The sky glows like honey.
This is not fantasy.
This is your soul's future.
And then you see them.
A figure ahead of you,
Still,
Strong,
And radiant.
And you know instantly that it's your future self.
Not the you that wears masks and tries to keep everyone else happy.
Not the you who always pretends to be okay.
But the real you.
The one who made it through everything.
They turn to face you.
And their eyes see all of you.
Your wounds.
Your light.
Your truth.
They look at you with such love.
The kind of love that never has to be earned.
Unconditional.
Pure.
And then they speak to you.
You already carry everything you need.
You are not on your way.
You are the way.
Your longing is not a flaw.
It is the bridge back to yourself.
They then reach into their pocket.
And they hand you something.
A gift.
Whatever your mind sees,
Just trust it.
A key,
A crystal,
A glowing orb.
It doesn't matter what it is.
Only that it's yours.
It's a memento.
A reminder.
A soul-anchored truth.
Hold it to your heart.
Let it speak to you without words.
Feel its energy.
Feel the energy of your soul.
And your bright future that waits for you.
And now,
Look into the eyes of your future self.
You might want to hug them.
To thank them.
Or just to stand beside them as equals.
And then slowly,
You begin to walk forward again.
Not away,
But towards your becoming.
The head of you rising on the horizon is a structure made of you.
Your temple.
Your becoming made visible.
It breathes.
It pulses.
It shines.
You walk to its entrance.
And the doors open for you instantly.
Because this place has been waiting.
You step inside.
And you are home.
Room after room pulses with parts of you you once rejected.
Your sensitivity.
Your softness.
Your wildness.
Your hunger.
Your ache.
Here,
They are all welcome.
They are celebrated.
You arrive at the centre,
The heart of your temple.
There is an altar.
And you kneel and place your soul gift upon it.
And as you do,
A light rushes out from the altar,
Golden and alive,
Illuminating absolutely everything.
You are not bowing to anything outside yourself.
You are meeting yourself.
Fully.
Finally.
Completely.
Now please repeat after me.
I claim every part of myself now.
Even the wild parts.
The broken parts.
The tender parts.
The scared parts.
I vow to love and accept all of me.
And so it is.
And so it is.
And so it is.
Feel this vow land deep inside you into every fibre of your being.
Feel it all click into place.
You are not becoming.
You already are.
And now it's time to return.
But not to the old life you knew.
But to a brand new one.
Ready to receive the real you.
So let yourself float back into your body.
Not away from magic,
But back into it made flesh.
Feel yourself back in your body.
Feel the room around you.
And whisper to yourself.
I am home inside myself.
You are the cave.
You are the stars.
You are the vow.
And the world is ready for you now.
