Welcome,
Traveler of worlds,
Close your eyes now and let the breath guide you in through the nose now,
Slow and deep,
And then out through the mouth,
Soft and quiet.
And again,
Inhale,
The world fades away,
And then exhale as the veil begins to thin.
You're about to enter the forest between dreams,
A place that exists between waking and sleeping,
Between thoughts and silence,
Between who you were and who you're becoming.
There's nothing to reach for here,
Only to drift and only to listen.
So feel the ground beneath you,
The earth holding you.
Feel how gravity loosens this grip,
Your body grows lighter,
Softer,
As if dissolving into mist.
Each exhale takes you deeper into this threshold.
And now,
Imagine you're standing at the edge of an ancient forest.
The moon hangs low,
Silver and calm.
Mist curls around your feet like breath from the cell.
And this forest has no time.
It breathes in rhythm with you,
And you take your first step forward.
The sound of your footfall echoes softly through the trees.
And the air shimmers,
And leaves whisper secrets and languages older than memory.
And the path before you glows faintly,
And not with light,
But with awareness.
It knows you're here,
Because it's been waiting.
So walk slowly now,
And with every step,
Let something go.
The weight of the day,
The name you answer to,
The endless turning of thoughts,
And they fall away like autumn leaves.
And the deeper you go,
The quieter everything becomes.
And now,
You begin to notice the sounds,
A gentle hum beneath the forest,
A deep vibration,
Like the heartbeat of the earth.
It's slow,
Patient,
And eternal.
You can feel it through your feet,
A pulse that says you are safe,
And you are home.
And in the distance,
A faint light flickers between the trees,
And it calls to you,
Softly,
With no urgency.
But it does have a strange familiarity.
And you walk toward it,
And as you do,
The forest around you begins to breathe with you.
It's inhaling when you inhale,
And it's exhaling when you exhale.
Trees are alive with awareness,
Their branches weaving patterns in the night air.
Each leaf shimmering like a memory,
And then you reach a small clearing.
The light you saw is not from a torch at all,
But from the air itself.
A soft woolen glow suspended in mist.
And it seems to be watching you,
And yet it feels like you are the one being remembered.
So you sit down in the center of the clearing.
The ground is soft,
Warm,
And almost humming.
You can feel energy rising gently through you.
It's like a tide moving up through the roots of your being.
And with every breath,
You drift deeper between worlds.
The edges of waking dissolve.
You're in that liminal space now,
The realm where the subconscious speaks in symbols.
And the sound begins.
Maybe it's faint chimes,
Like glass being played by the wind.
And each tone opens a doorway in your mind,
And behind one is a forgotten dream,
And behind another a memory from long ago.
And you don't need to open them,
Just notice they exist,
Like stars reflected in a still lake.
Now imagine a faint silver thread of light appearing before you.
It winds itself through the air,
Leading deeper into the forest.
And you stand and begin to follow it.
And with each step,
You feel yourself crossing thresholds,
From noise to silence,
And from identity to essence.
And you walk through a fog that glows faintly blue.
And within it,
Shapes begin to move,
And they're not threatening,
But they're very,
Very familiar.
And as you draw closer,
You realize they're memories,
Scenes from your own life,
And they're hovering like luminous fragments.
A smile,
A scent,
A forgotten moment of wonder.
And you walk past them,
Acknowledging them with a gentle nod.
And they bow in return,
And then dissolve back into the light.
The forest opens into a vast mirror-like lake.
The surface is perfectly still.
It reflects the stars,
Trees,
And your own face,
Only it's softer,
Timeless,
And infinite.
You kneel beside the water,
And then you touch its surface.
Ripples move outward in concentric rings,
And each one reveals a deeper layer of you.
The first ripple is the body.
The second is your emotions.
The third is the mind.
And the fourth is the dreamer watching it all.
And then beyond,
The infinite witness,
The one who never sleeps,
Never changes,
The one that dreams both waking and sleeping life.
So stay here for a while.
Breathe and listen.
The sounds of the forest fade until only the slow rhythm of the breath remains.
Now,
From the lake's reflection,
A faint glow rises.
It's a figure made of light,
Calm and wordless,
And it walks across the water towards you.
And you recognize it instantly.
It's your subconscious,
Your higher self,
Your deeper intelligence.
And with a single gesture,
It touches your forehead.
A cool wave flows through you.
It's cleansing,
Calming,
And awakening.
Your thoughts quiet,
Your body softens further,
And you feel vast,
Spacious,
And clear.
The figure leans in close and whispers,
Not in words,
But in a pure feeling.
You are both the dream and the dreamer.
You are both the forest and the traveler.
And there was never anywhere to go.
And the figure smiles and then dissolves back into the mist,
Leaving you glowing gently from within.
And you sit once more at the lake's edge,
Watching the moon drift across the water,
And everything is still.
Everything is timeless and weightless.
And now,
Slowly,
The forest begins to dim.
The mist folds back upon itself,
And you feel your breath deepen.
Your body is reforming,
As if the dream were gently releasing you.
But something stays with you,
A subtle hum of peace.
Knowing that between every waking thought,
There's a forest,
Silent,
Alive,
And eternal,
And always waiting for you to return.
So begin to bring your awareness back to your body.
Feel your hands,
Your feet,
Your heartbeat.
Let each breath anchor you back in the physical world,
To keep a thread of that stillness woven into your awareness.
So take one final deep breath in,
And then exhale completely.
And when you're ready,
Open your eyes now.
Let the world come back softly,
As though emerging from the mist.
And remember,
You're not leaving the forest,
You're carrying it with you.
And every time you close your eyes,
And every time you pause between thoughts,
The path will open again,
And the trees will whisper,
Welcome back.
Good work today,
Namaste.
