Lie down,
Let your body rest on the earth.
Let it carry the weight that is not yours.
There is nothing to do,
Only to return to yourself,
To the truth beneath all noise.
Now,
Bring your attention inward as we begin the journey.
Bring your awareness to the tip of your right hand thumb,
Index finger,
Middle finger,
Ring finger,
Little finger,
Palm of the hand,
Right side of the chest,
Right waist,
Right hip,
Tip of the left hand thumb,
Little finger,
Wrist,
Waist,
Thigh.
Bring awareness to the back of the body,
Heels,
Sacrum,
Spine,
Chest,
Pelvis,
Resting.
Speak this to yourself clearly once.
I reclaim my voice.
My truth is intact beneath every distortion.
I belong to myself.
Repeat it again and again.
This is your inner vow,
Your north.
Now,
Imagine a soft field of golden light above your head.
This light does not command.
It does not judge.
It listens.
Let it begin to pour down gently,
Washing the crown of your head,
Uncoiling tight thoughts,
Clearing inherited aspects that are not yours,
Down to your forehead,
Where the prefrontal cortex integrates and evaluates signals from the world around you and from your own memories,
Where meaning has been shaped by repetition,
By the voices of others,
By the patterns you once accepted as your own.
Now,
Let this network rest.
Feel any imposed narratives losing their grip,
Pathways softening and opening to new connections.
Only what feels true to you will settle there.
The rest can quietly fade.
Now,
The light moves into your throat,
Where language and breath meet,
Where the networks that form speech have been shaped by what was allowed to be spoken and what had to be hidden,
Where your truth once curled inward,
Conserving itself in silence,
In silence,
In chiffres and censorship.
Now,
It opens,
Not loud,
Not angry,
Just clear.
Say softly,
My voice belongs to me,
I speak from within.
Let this light enter your chest,
All the places you tried to be understood.
Let go of needing to explain.
You are not an error to be defended.
Now,
The light reaches your solar plexus,
The center of your inner fire,
Your will,
Your direction.
Here,
Any projections once tried to take root,
Weaving doubt into your sense of self,
Breathe into this place,
Feel the warmth gathering,
Steady and alive.
This is the seat of your choice,
Your boundaries,
Your vitality.
Here,
You stand in your own ground again,
Breathe into your belly,
Let all contracts dissolve.
You are not here to carry shame.
Say silently,
I release the burden of being misread,
I no longer participate.
Let the light travel down to your pelvis and legs.
You do not owe access to those who confuse love with control.
Now,
Imagine your brain gently lit,
Free from mental loops,
No pressure to make sense of what was senseless.
Only space,
Neural openness,
Silent strength,
Not vigilance,
No presence,
Not performance,
But the essence.
You are rebuilding,
Not your past,
But your inner circuitry for future truth.
Feel pathways lighting up that were once shut down,
Not because of failure,
But because of survival.
Now,
New electricity,
New thought,
New song,
New vibration,
New flow.
Say again with strength,
I reclaim my voice,
My truth is intact,
I belong to myself.
Feel your body,
Feel the ground beneath,
Wider now,
Quieter.
No one owns this stillness but you.
You can slowly begin to move or continue to rest.
Breathe deeper.
Gratitude.
When you rise,
Rise as one who has remembered.
The session is now complete.
Be gentle,
Traveller,
Be kind to yourself,
Be safe and sound.
