Welcome,
Take a moment to settle in,
And when you're ready,
Close your eyes.
Take a slow breath in through the nose,
And exhale with a soft sigh through the mouth.
Again,
A gentle inhale through the nose,
And a longer,
Slower exhale through the mouth.
With every breath,
Feel yourself sinking deeper into rest,
Heavier,
Softer,
More supportive.
Bring awareness to the crown of your head,
Your forehead,
The space between your eyes.
Let the muscles melt,
Release the jaw,
Unclench the teeth,
Soften the tongue.
Notice your shoulders,
Let them drop as if the weight you've been carrying could slide right off.
Feel your chest rise and fall,
The steady rhythm of your heart.
Nothing to change,
Nothing to force,
Just breath moving in and out.
Bring attention to your stomach,
Let it soften,
Relax,
Release.
Down into your hips,
Your legs,
Your knees,
All the way to the feet.
Every exhale releasing,
Softening,
Letting go.
Notice your whole body now,
The weight,
The stillness,
Carried completely.
You don't need to hold yourself up,
You don't need to be anyone right now.
Just relax,
Just rest.
There's nothing more you need to do than be here,
Now,
In this moment.
With each breath,
Feel yourself drifting a little further inward,
Like settling gently into a quieter room within yourself.
Notice how quiet it feels here,
As the thoughts on the surface grow faint,
Like voices in the distance,
And what's left is simply the space within.
Now,
Imagine the roles you carry today,
The worker,
The friend,
The parent,
The achiever,
The planner,
The dreamer,
The doubter.
One by one,
Each slips off your shoulders,
Releasing with the exhale,
Falling away with ease.
Feel the space that opens underneath,
The you that exists before the roles,
The you untouched by titles or demands.
Here,
In this quieter place,
There's nothing to define,
Nothing to prove,
Nothing to hold on to.
You are simply here,
Breathing,
Resting,
Discovering more of the quiet space that lives inside you.
Now,
In this quiet space within,
Begin to notice the whispers and words floating around you.
As they become more present,
You discover their stories,
Different stories you carry at different times in your life.
The ones spoken to you by others,
And the ones you whispered to yourself.
The story of who you should be,
The story of what you must achieve,
The story of what you can never do,
The story of how you had to appear.
With each breath out,
Let one of them soften,
Like words written in sand,
Slowly washed away.
Do you notice the blame that clung to you?
The shame that weighed on you?
The guilt that pressed into your chest?
Inhale through the nose,
And on the exhale,
Feel them fade.
Notice the masks you've put on to keep up,
The roles you thought you had to play,
The names and labels you tried to live inside.
Inhale through the nose,
And on the exhale,
Let them dissolve into the air in front of you.
Every story dissolving like mist,
Every mask falling away,
Every weight lifting from your shoulders,
And what remains is simple,
A self beyond the stories.
As the stories fade,
Notice the space that opens around you,
And here,
Something becomes clear.
Notice how it feels when you try to hold everything,
The roles,
The names,
The expectations,
The pressure to always be someone,
To always be something.
For a moment,
Sense the effort of that,
The way it asks more than it ever gives back.
Now,
Take a slow inhale through the nose,
Feel the chest open,
Rejuvenating the body,
And exhale slowly through the mouth,
And let the weight melt away.
Notice what appears in its place,
A quiet that feels lighter,
A space that feels open,
A breath that nourishes from the inside.
This is the truth of becoming nothing,
Not emptiness,
But openness,
Not resistance,
But release.
Take another slow inhale through the nose,
Feel the body refresh,
And exhale through the mouth,
Allowing yourself to rest in this nothing.
Nothing to hold,
Nothing to prove,
Nothing to carry,
And in this nothing,
The possibility of everything.
Right here,
At rest,
Notice how nothing feels,
Open,
Spacious,
Alive.
In nothingness,
It is not emptiness,
It is possibility.
Like an endless universal sky,
Every possibility lives here,
Every outcome,
Everything you could ever imagine,
Think,
Feel,
Or become.
There's nothing to take,
Nothing to grab,
Nothing to chase,
Only the freedom of possibilities remains.
Here,
There are no stories anymore,
Nothing you must see,
Nothing you must do,
Nothing you must be,
And in this nothing,
You discover infinite choice.
Here,
It is no longer them telling you what to be,
It is you choosing,
Creating,
Becoming.
Each breath through the nose brings new life into you,
Each exhale through the mouth opens you into possibilities.
Inhale through the nose,
And exhale through the mouth with a sigh.
You are not bound by what has been,
You are free to imagine,
Free to create,
Free to choose again and again.
And if you ever feel lost or confused,
Remember,
You can return here to this nothingness,
This ground of infinite choice,
This place where you are free to decide who you can be.
