The year has been a challenging one for all of us and I'd like to thank you for joining me on your Sleep Guru Podcast to find some relaxation and peace.
I wish you all a very healthy and happy new year.
Have you ever thought about how the ancient natural world looked?
In this visualization,
I imagine a pocket of the world forgotten by time.
A secret plateau where trees,
Plants and animals thrive without any intrusion.
In this secluded place,
The creatures have no contact with humans,
So they are without fear.
They've travelled a great distance,
Following the ribbony path through small villages,
Mountain passes,
Over rapid rivers and through broad valleys.
The last part of the journey is within a narrow canyon where the sun barely shines.
You climb carefully over the lush velvety moss that covers every surface,
Cushioning each edge and corner,
Creating a silence of green.
The mystery of what lies beyond the end of the canyon lures you further and deeper inside it.
You notice tiny springs flowing from fishes buried somewhere under the moss.
The further you travel into the ravine,
The more you feel that each footstep you take is one back in time and one step deeper into another realm.
A massive boulder blocks the top of the canyon.
At first,
It seems as if there's no way around it,
But you notice a small hollow big enough to crawl through.
A layer of fine sand lines the passageway.
You scramble through some thickets on the other side and suddenly you step into a forest glade.
Time seems to have folded back on itself.
These are beyond any green you've seen,
Their leaves broader,
More abundant.
Luxuriant ferns cover the forest floor.
Bird song permeates the air.
These trees are old growth,
Ancient,
Tall.
Gardens of maiden hair,
Moss and waterfalls of yellow orchids spread like weeds over the massive trunks and spill over onto the ground.
When you start to walk out into the clearing,
You disturb a cloud of blue butterflies.
Hundreds of them flit in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks without beginning or end.
Some of them descend on you,
Adorning your hands and arms like jewellery before they fly away.
Even later,
A little moreom rubs has come Streetly spoken by RAIDER autistic wilde aged stating that something is missing.
Even the clarity of the sunshine and air feels different in this place.
The atmosphere of then.
Colourful small birds fly overhead and land on the ground nearby.
Their proximity allows you the delight of examining every feather and the bright nuances between each individual.
They preen and chatter together entirely oblivious of your presence.
Before long they tuck their heads onto their wings and take a nap.
You tread carefully to avoid them.
After a while you find yourself beside a pool of water.
Lotus flowers bloom pure white in contrast to the dark glossy surface.
Giant speckled fish bask in the buttery sunlight.
Your presence doesn't trouble them.
Instead,
They swim curiously over,
Their mouths kissing and bubbling under the water.
The place is soothing,
Relaxing,
Almost intoxicating.
You find a lush grassy spot to lie down.
The forest canopy is a tapestry of branches,
Vines and flowers.
Exotic birds,
Insects and other creatures dart about high overhead.
A spotted fox appears out of the underbrush.
It walks carefully down the bank of the river and takes a drink.
It wanders over,
Sniffs your arm and then lies down next to you,
Joining your daydream.
Nature sounds.
Soon,
You're aware of your breathing in unison.
The sound of the forest soothes you.
In the other world,
You feel an old relaxation.
The relaxation of the world before time.
The sound of the forest soothes you.
The sound of the forest soothes you.
The sound of the forest soothes you.
The sound of the forest soothes you.
The sound of the forest soothes you.
The sound of the forest soothes you.
The sound of the forest soothes you.
The sound of the forest soothes you.
The sound of the forest soothes you.
The sound of the forest soothes you.
