The Cosy Witches Cottage (Autumnal Sleep Story)

In tonight's guided sleep story, you will venture into an old ancient forest governed by a deep and powerful magic. You will meet a new companion, and finally make your way to a kindly old witches cottage, where many enchanted surprises await you.

This is perfect for Halloween, the Autumn season, and a cozy night in!

Music Liborio Conti

Transcript

A warm welcome to this soothing autumnal bedtime story.

Tonight,

You will venture into an old ancient forest governed by a deep and powerful magic.

You will meet a new companion and finally make your way to a kindly old witch's cottage where many enchanted surprises await you.

Before we begin,

We will do a short relaxation session preparing you for a good night's sleep.

Please remember that there is no right or wrong here and there is no particular way that you should feel in these moments.

Each experience is as unique as us all,

So try to let go of any pressure you might be putting on yourself to feel certain things or perhaps to fall asleep quickly tonight.

It doesn't matter if you do or you don't.

If you simply follow my voice and allow this story to wash over you,

Then you will enter a world of deep relaxation where you can rest and recover.

So,

When you are ready,

Just feel the eyelids becoming heavier and heavier with each passing blink until they gently close.

Remind yourself that this is your time to relax.

There is nothing left to do and nothing left to think.

The day is done now.

Whatever has happened is already in the past and here,

In this moment,

The future is beyond our reach.

So,

If thoughts arise about the day or the week that has been or the days ahead of you,

Then acknowledge that these thoughts are completely normal and valid.

They are part of what makes us human,

Which is a wonderful thing.

But also,

Kindly remind yourself that these thoughts or concerns are of no use to us now and tonight there is no need to engage with them.

They are simply thoughts as fleeting as shooting stars across a night sky.

You are safe tonight and you are protected.

You can be reassured by the fact that my voice and this story will never take you anywhere that is unpleasant.

Your sleepy cat is simply here to guide you on your own twilight adventures and to help you enter a world of magic and peace where you can be completely free.

And now,

We will do a short guided breathing pattern called 3-4-5.

This will allow you to slow down and relax,

Preparing your body and your mind for a wonderful,

Peaceful rest.

When you are ready,

Breathe in through the nose for 3.

Hold for 4.

And breathe out for 5.

Let all of it go now.

Again,

That's in for 3.

Hold for 4.

And release,

Blowing away the thoughts of yesterday,

Today and tomorrow.

Again,

In for 3.

Hold.

And release.

And let it go.

Continue to breathe in this way in your own time.

And with each breath out,

Allow your body to sink just that bit deeper.

And now,

Allow the breath to fall back into a natural rhythm.

Enjoy this new peace flowing through your body.

Allow your mind to soften and your imagination to come alive as we begin tonight's soothing story,

The Cozy Witch's Cottage.

You are met by the cool autumn breeze,

A distant birdsong whispering on the wind,

And the smell of damp soil and trodden leaves.

You open your eyes to see a vast,

Towering woodland stretched out in front of you,

And a small path winding through the middle,

Guarded by two enormous pumpkins and sealed by a wooden gate.

As the sun dips beyond the horizon,

There are shimmering rays of gold cascading over the leaves and illuminating the pathway into the forest.

Wrapped up warm in your favorite coat and scarf,

You tread down the path and approach the gate.

The pumpkin guardians seem to approve of your arrival,

Because as you pass by them,

The wooden gate swings open and you enter the mysterious but charming woodland.

The pumpkins of the forest are enchanted,

And they have been sent out to watch over you,

To make sure that you arrive safe and sound.

As you cross the threshold into the forest,

There are many more of these giant pumpkins dotted through the scenery,

With miniature pumpkins now lining the path.

Each one pulses with a golden starlight,

As if guiding your way.

The air inside the forest is fresh and clean,

And filled with a strange but curious enchantment,

One that makes your footsteps feel just that bit lighter,

But your eyelids feel just that bit heavier.

You meander through the forest path,

Lit by the mini pumpkins and carpeted with a soft green moss that acts as a lovely cushion under your feet.

The wide trunks of the ancient trees are gnarled and knobbly,

And their thick branches are immovable even by the strongest breeze.

It gives the impression that time has stood still across this entire forest,

That life here moves in a slow,

Peaceful rhythm,

Impossible to see with the naked eye.

As you venture deeper into the forest,

Each step you take wafts up the scent of the rich earth and pine needles,

And radiating from the trunks,

You can smell cinnamon and clove.

You arrive at a large stream,

At least ten feet wide,

Where the sapphire water folds over itself,

Like a thick paint mixing together.

The water weaves through endless little rocks and pebbles,

And one or two birds swoop down to land on these small rocks,

Before taking a quick sip of the fresh water and flying off again,

All in the blink of an eye.

As you cross a wooden rope bridge that carries you over the stream,

You rejoin the pumpkin pathway,

And it leads you now through a tunnel of dark green shrubbery.

Your gaze flicks from left to right,

And you cannot resist a smile as you spot one or two animals peeking out at you from deep within the bushes.

There are tiny birds,

Squirrels,

Little rabbits,

And even a curious fawn.

There is a peaceful harmony here,

And everything in this forest is precisely as it should be.

You wonder if there is a powerful guardian keeping watch over all life here.

Emerging from the tunnel,

You are greeted by a family of rabbits.

They seem to be waiting for you,

Gazing up with their curious,

Innocent eyes.

You kneel down slowly and offer Mother Rabbit your hand.

Her nose twitches with delight before she finally nuzzles her head into your palm.

Instantly,

Her babies join in,

And your hands enjoy the wonderful sensation of many curious rabbits sniffing away at you.

One or two of the babies give a gentle nibble,

Just making sure you're not a giant carrot.

You thank the rabbits for that lovely introduction and continue to follow the pumpkin path,

Weaving off to the right now and heading towards a mysterious blue light.

Before long,

You enter a small clearing illuminated only by a soft turquoise glow from the ground up.

In the middle of the clearing stands a single,

Solitary stag,

Their huge antlers glistening with silver starlight.

At first sight of this proud,

Majestic animal,

You hesitate.

But then,

The stag bows low and scratches their hoof on the ground,

As if calling you closer.

You are met by a wave of peace,

And suddenly you feel safe here,

Protected by this beautiful animal.

You approach the stag and stroke its soft,

Chestnut-brown fur.

His body is warm,

And your hands are met by a soft,

Magical vibration that gradually ripples through your whole body.

In the next moment,

The stag lowers himself to the floor,

Encouraging you to climb aboard.

With a deep breath and a beaming smile,

You thank your new companion and gently climb onto the stag's back.

He rises with confidence and strength,

Carrying you with complete ease.

The next part of your journey takes you up a steep hill,

Weaving through thin,

Gangly trees.

The light of the setting sun is piercing the forest once again.

Shining on the floor in tiny,

Golden spotlights.

While riding the stag,

You have a chance to reflect.

You realize that ever since you arrived here,

There has always been something guiding your way.

Perhaps you really are being watched over tonight.

It certainly seems that way,

And you cannot deny the sense of peace and tranquility that you feel.

And deep down,

You know now that everything will be okay.

You give yourself permission to surrender to the magic of the forest and the strength of your mighty stag.

Your companion carries you into an open clearing now,

Surrounded by a perfect circle of trees.

In the middle of the clearing is a pumpkin patch,

Where luminous orange pumpkins seem to be growing and harvesting in real time.

You can hardly believe your eyes.

All in a matter of seconds,

You watch them sprout their first leaves and vines.

Followed by their yellow-plumed flowers,

Blossoming one by one.

Until,

Finally,

The fruit appears.

Dark green at first,

But growing very quickly,

Turning to a bright yellow.

And at last,

Finishing in that iconic,

Deep green.

And at last,

Finishing in that iconic,

Deep orange.

And just to add to the amazement,

Once fully grown,

The pumpkins free themselves from their vines and roll away into the forest.

It is one of the most surreal,

Yet incredible things that you have ever seen.

The stag leads you through the pumpkin patch as you continue to enjoy this magical display unfolding all around you.

And then your eyes flick up.

You were so distracted by the weirdly wonderful pumpkins that you never even noticed the little cottage just behind the field.

You spy the thatched roof first,

And the jagged stone chimney where a swirling white smoke curls up into the now purple sky.

The walls are covered in thick ivy,

And flakes of moss hang from the roof.

The wooden door is hinged on a slight angle,

And from the little porthole windows a soft golden light radiates,

Enticing you to go inside.

In front of the cottage sits a huge pumpkin-shaped cauldron,

Made from cast iron and perched on a pile of burning logs.

The lid rattles gently as the cauldron gurgles away,

Releasing a wonderfully fragrant steam that mingles with the night air.

And again the smell of cinnamon returns,

This time blended with rich chocolate.

Everything about this cottage feels warm,

Inviting and safe.

It's as if it has been created just for you.

It's as if it has been created just for you.

This is exactly what you need.

The stag sets you down just outside the door,

And instantly it opens.

You are met by the kind face of an old witch.

Well,

It is only her silver hair that tells you she is old.

Her skin is as smooth as silk,

Glowing almost,

And her eyes smile with an undeniably youthful radiance.

She wears a long dress of green and orange.

And in her arms she cradles a very content black cat who purrs away in bliss.

Ah,

Here you are,

And not a moment too late,

She says,

Taking your hand in hers.

My name is Esmeralda,

And this here,

She adds with a gesture to her arm,

Is little Guido.

He's almost as old as I am.

Welcome,

Midnight traveler,

To my humble abode.

It was I who created this forest over a thousand years ago,

And since then,

I have been tending to all of nature's beauties that have made their home here.

Keeping them safe from the outside world,

And fueling this land with a peaceful magic.

This is a sanctuary of sorts.

It is a place where you can come to escape the noise,

The pressure,

And the fear.

I promise you that here tonight,

You are completely safe,

And you are most welcome.

Esmeralda approaches the stag now,

And places her hand on its head,

Casting a soft,

Gentle spell.

The stag comes over to you,

Sniffing your hand affectionately,

And bidding you a fond farewell,

Before turning away and galloping off back into the forest.

You cannot help but feel drawn to the homely comfort of Esmeralda,

So,

As she beckons you into her cottage,

You do not hesitate to follow.

As soon as the door swings closed behind you,

You are enveloped in a beautiful new warmth,

And the low hum of a soothing,

Peaceful magic.

The cottage is small,

But undoubtedly cozy.

There are dark oak beams evenly spaced across the ceiling and down the walls.

In the middle of the room is a huge fire pit,

The flames dancing in orange,

Blue,

And green,

And the pure white smoke going straight up the chimney.

The walls are filled with slightly slanted shelves,

All topped with old spell books,

Potion bottles,

Curious old trinkets,

And many plants and herbs.

Dotted around the room are floating candles,

Flickering with golden flames.

As the wax melts and drips off the bottom of the candles,

It dissolves before hitting the floor,

As if by magic.

Over in the kitchen,

There is a small fireplace,

Over in the kitchen,

There are pots and pans on the stove,

Each one stirring by itself,

And together they release a mouth-watering concoction of smells.

A small wooden table sits next to the fireplace,

Already laid out for supper.

Strangely,

You recognize this cozy cottage,

And you wonder if perhaps you have been here before.

Many travelers who visit here feel that way,

My young friend,

Esmeralda says,

As if hearing your thoughts.

You share a smile,

And sensing your weariness,

Esmeralda insists that you make yourself comfortable.

You must be tired from your day,

And supper is just about ready.

As you shuffle over to the table,

One of the chairs pulls itself out,

Inviting you to take a seat.

You flop down with a sigh,

Feeling a plump cushion underneath you as you sink down into it.

Guido the cat hops up onto the chair next to you.

He gives you an inquisitive sniff,

Before curling up on his own cushion and purring away.

Now,

Esmeralda waves her hands like a calm conductor,

And gradually the table is filled with many enchanting dishes.

The rich smell of a pumpkin stew greets you as you spot the glistening broth to your right.

Alongside this comes the scent of freshly baked bread,

Lathered with a generous serving of butter.

Then comes a platter of colorful roasted vegetables,

Drizzled with olive oil and topped with a variety of delicious herbs.

Caramelized carrots,

Potatoes and parsnips are sizzling with that beautiful golden-brown crust,

The perfect blend of sweet and savory.

There is a bowl of cooked greens fried off with garlic,

And a small bowl of hot and spicy soup.

Hot apple cider,

Spiced with a cinnamon stick,

Is served in a mini chalice.

The steam rises from the drink and that soup,

Is served in a small bowl of freshly roasted chestnuts.

All of these wonderful,

Earthy aromas are enticing your senses.

The steam rises from the drink and that soothing smell of cinnamon is dominant once again.

And underneath the small silver dome is your favorite dessert.

You cannot deny that this is one of the most beautiful spreads you have ever seen,

And without another hesitation,

You tuck in,

Allowing yourself to get completely lost in the smells and the flavors and the perfect warmth of the cottage.

You can feel Esmeralda's magic singing through each dish,

And every single bite is a sensation.

Each mouthful is rejuvenating you,

Filling your body with a healing peace,

As gradually the thoughts of yesterday,

Today and tomorrow are leaving you,

And the only thing that matters is this delicious banquet made especially for you.

You realize how lucky you are to have found this place,

To have stumbled upon the forest and to have found the pumpkin path that led you straight to the stack.

And now,

Here you are,

Embracing the magic and the comfort of this beautiful home,

Guarded by a powerful sorceress and enjoying a feast to remember.

As you finish your last few mouthfuls and feel yourself completely satisfied,

The dishes start to tidy themselves up.

One by one,

They drift over to the sink where a floating scrubbing brush awaits.

They dip themselves into hot,

Soapy water and scrub themselves clean.

Oh,

They are well behaved,

Esmeralda says.

Took me years to master that spell,

She adds with a chuckle.

Now,

How about a little bit of hot chocolate?

How about a little bit of hot chocolate?

In the next moment,

Esmeralda casts yet another spell,

And all of the weight starts to leave your body,

And you feel yourself lift up ever so slightly.

You glide gently over to the large green sofa perched in front of the fire,

And Esmeralda lowers you down effortlessly.

You sigh with a wonderful release as you feel yourself sinking down into the sofa,

Ever deeper towards total tranquility.

For a brief moment,

Esmeralda leaves the cottage and stirs the huge pumpkin-shaped cauldron outside while humming a soothing melody.

The colorful flames flicker with delight in front of you,

Casting dancing shadows across your face and around the room.

The books and scrolls piled on the shelves seem to hum with an ancient sorcery and hum with secrets of the past that are ready to be discovered.

This cottage really is a sanctuary.

The door swings open again and Esmeralda returns,

Bearing a tall tankard bubbling with cinnamon hot chocolate.

It has a little magic in there too,

She tells you with a wink.

The tankard is the perfect temperature in your hands,

Warming your palms and your fingers,

And the smell right underneath your nose is absolutely delicious.

As you drink this enchanted hot chocolate,

The warmth begins to pass through you.

It fills your mouth first,

Then trickles all the way down into your stomach,

Where there it pulses like a mini-fire in your belly,

Spreading out into the rest of your body.

Bit by bit,

Any remaining tension is melting away,

Like soft butter in a warm pan.

Your joints release,

Your muscles soften,

And a wonderful heaviness is wrapping around you like a comfortable blanket.

Esmeralda gives a knowing smile,

And her eyes sparkle as she whispers to you now,

As if speaking to your very soul.

You are safe in my home,

Child of the forest,

And nothing will find you here.

This cottage has always been a place of refuge for those who need it.

Sometimes our lives and the world around us can be overwhelming,

But I am here to help you release any unnecessary burdens.

You have nothing to do tonight,

And nothing to think.

There is nothing to be solved in this moment,

So try and trust that the best thing for you to do is to relax,

To rest and recover.

Let go of these worries now.

I will take them from your mind.

Allow your thoughts to melt away into the fire.

Release any tension and surrender to the beauty of this land.

Surrender to the beauty of this land and to the magic that envelops you.

As you sink deeper and deeper into the comfortable cushions,

You allow her words to resonate.

The world outside begins to slowly fade away.

Thoughts dissolve and you are focused only on this beautiful cottage.

The soft warmth of the fire,

The soothing hot chocolate,

The kindness of Esmeralda and the enchanting hum filling the air.

And as you share a peaceful smile,

Esmeralda whispers to you once more.

You see,

Magic isn't only about potions and spells.

It's about how we live each and every day.

It's about the kindness we can offer to ourselves and those around us,

And the peace that we can share.

You have so much of this magic within you,

Far more than you know.

You feel yourself entering a profound state of deep peace.

And you make a promise to yourself that from here on in,

You will give yourself more time to relax.

And to speak to yourself in the way you would a very dear friend.

Because that is what you deserve.

Gradually,

Now,

Your eyes grow heavier.

Esmeralda takes your tankard and lays a thick blanket over you.

You are completely immersed in this magical world,

And you are ready to rest.

Throughout the night,

You will be guarded by Esmeralda and by this enchanted forest that you now call home.

The soft moonlight beams through the window,

And a soothing starlight melody envelops you.

You know that tomorrow,

You will awaken feeling refreshed,

Renewed,

And energized.

But right now,

It is time for you to sleep.

To sleep in total peace and tranquility.

You surrender to all of these beautiful sensations.

Your thoughts fade.

Your muscles relax.

You go deeper,

Deeper,

And deeper.

Until,

At last,

You drift off to sleep.

To sleep.