Seeking The Magical Crystals (Long Meditation Sleep Story)

This long sleep story is about you going in search of some crystals that you will use to carry out an ancient ritual that will connect you more with nature. You wander through the countryside, following a stream before relaxing on the edge of woodland and sleeping for the night.

While sleeping, you dream about walking through the countryside to an old train station and boarding a steam train. The next day you head into the woodland. Pass an area full of bluebells, before heading on to a waterfall.

You encounter a fairy and head into a cave behind the waterfall where you discover a portal to the location you are seeking. You perform the ancient ritual bringing you a deep feeling of connection and oneness with the world around you. After leaving the cave, the fairy guides you to undergo a meditation to fully experience the changes within you before heading home and drifting peacefully asleep into Slumberland.

Transcript

So,

Just take a moment to allow your eyes to close and allow yourself to begin to relax.

With your eyes closed,

I don't know whether you'll drift asleep faster to the sound of my voice or whether it will be to the spaces between my words.

And as you comfortably fall asleep,

I'm just going to tell this bedtime story in the background.

And in this bedtime story,

You go in search of some crystals to carry out an ancient ritual that helps to create a deep meaningful connection with the world around you.

And so you set off one day,

You find yourself walking through a meadow and as you amble along in that meadow,

The gentle sound of each footstep that you take through the tall grass,

The whispering sound of the fronds of grass as your feet pass through them,

Slight rustling as the wind blows a breeze,

The way the grass seems to undulate and move in unison,

Almost like waves through the meadow,

And the gentle scent of spring flowers,

And the sight of bees and butterflies going about their daily business from plant to plant,

Breathing in that fresh meadow air,

Breathing out any stress and tension.

As you continue ambling through this meadow,

Seeing in the distance a tree line of the most beautiful woodland,

And being able to gaze up at the sky,

Noticing what the sky looks like,

Whether you can see any clouds,

And if you can,

What those clouds look like,

Whether they're wispy,

Whether they're more bulbous,

Whether they're like cotton wool drifting through the air,

And whether you can notice any birds fly up in the sky.

And as you continue walking through the meadow,

On your journey to find those crystals,

To be able to carry out that ancient ritual,

You begin to get closer and closer to the woodland,

And while walking closer to the woodland,

So you begin to hear the distant sound of a stream,

And you notice that sound of the stream increase gently in volume as you approach,

Then you start to smell that scent of fresh water,

Hearing the bubbling babble of that stream,

Stopping at the stream for a little while,

Splashing some of that cool fresh water onto your face,

Feeling that water as it flows through your hands,

Your fingertips,

Coolness,

How fresh the water feels,

The sight of some small fish seeming to almost swim on the spot,

And yet,

Whenever your shadow moves over those fish,

They suddenly dart in different directions away from the shadow,

And as your shadow moves again,

So they move back into formation,

And after stopping at the edge of the stream for a little while,

You continue walking,

Now following this stream towards the woodland,

Still admiring the beauty of the nature around you,

Curious about the journey to those crystals,

And the ancient ritual you'll be performing,

And after,

What feels like no time at all,

Yet in reality,

Has been most of the day,

You arrive at the tree line to the woodland,

And the sun is beginning to gently set over the horizon,

Tucking itself up in bed for the night,

As the night sky takes on the look of a diamond encrusted blanket,

Twinkling and sparkling overhead,

And you settle down on the edge of the woodland,

Hearing the evening rustle of the trees,

Feeling the coolness of the evening air,

Setting up a tent,

Lighting a campfire,

Feeling the warmth emanating from that crackling,

Undulating fire,

As those flames of the fire dance before you,

The golden light,

Caressing the meadow at the base of the fire,

Shadowy fronds of grass,

Dancing with each flicker,

Feeling the warmth of that fire on your cheeks,

Making yourself something to eat and drink,

Hearing the night time sounds of crickets and cicadas,

The occasional sound of distant birds and other animals,

Bringing a deep sense of comfort and tranquility to your mind and body,

And as the night continues on,

So the fire burns down as the moon rises up into view,

Casting its silvery light across the landscape,

Giving the landscape an ethereal quality,

As the fire continues burning down to embers,

Just the most gentle warm glow,

And the crackling almost entirely ceased,

And with that,

You decide to settle down for the night in the tent,

And drift and float peacefully asleep,

And while you drift and float peacefully asleep,

You drift into the most pleasant reverie,

Lying there so comfortably in that tent,

Fully aware of the sound of the sides of the tent,

Moving gently in the breeze,

And the feeling of your body,

Snuggled down in the most comfortable sleeping bag,

Feeling so comfortable,

Resting down and sleeping in this tent,

Almost like receiving a hug from nature,

Those sounds outside the tent,

Nature's symphony,

Lulling you to sleep,

Your calming and slowing breathing,

As the curtains of sleep descend on your mind,

And the occasional flicker and flash,

A little bit like the remnants,

The fire,

Passing through your mind,

Bringing hints of a dream yet to be,

And as you continue,

Falling comfortably asleep,

So you have a slight momentary falling feeling,

Like you're dropping asleep comfortably,

And then you begin to dream,

And you dream about walking down a country path,

Towards a quaint railway station,

The gravelly stony path underfoot,

Crunching with each step,

The path blowing up some dust,

With each small breath of wind,

Hearing starlings,

Nestled deep within the hedgerows,

Unseen yet,

Heard singing so beautifully,

And mysteriously every time you gaze towards the sounds,

They stop singing and although you can't see them,

You know that from inside the hedges,

They must be able to see you,

As you run your hand along the hedge,

Feeling the twigs of the hedge,

The leaves,

How cool they are despite the warm sun overhead,

The faintest wispy clouds in the sky,

And then towards the end of this path,

It comes out on what almost looks like a rickety,

Old weathered and worn station,

That seems like it stood still in time for decades,

And you head up onto the station,

And you can smell the wood of the station,

As the only person stood on the platform,

The silence while waiting for the train,

Gazing up the track and down the track,

Then you see the train approaching,

That faint low clickety-clack,

Clickety-clack,

Clickety-clack,

Of the train on the track,

Way off in the distance,

Pulsating puffs of smoke rising from the train as it approaches,

The sound of the engine of the train,

Becoming audible,

And then the train arriving at the platform,

Pulling into that station,

Slowing down,

The old fashioned steam train,

With most beautiful rustic carriages,

And you walk along the side of the train,

As it lets out some steam,

And then you hear a slight clicking,

Coming from the train as it idles,

You walk to one of the carriages,

You grasp the handle,

Which is like a figure of eight,

Two fingers one side,

And two fingers on the other side,

Of that brass handle,

You twist the handle,

Swing that door gently open,

Ascend two steps,

And can immediately smell the inside,

Of this carriage,

And you're in a private compartment in the carriage,

You close the door behind you,

With a clunk clunk as it closes,

You pull down the window in the door,

So that it lets some air flow in as the train moves,

And you sit down on the old train seats,

And in this carriage there's curtains hanging up,

Over the windows by the door,

The door has a pull down window that half opens,

The seats are two long cushions,

Facing each other,

With a comfortable back rest,

Enough room for six passengers,

And some overhead space above the seats,

And then opposite the entrance,

Is a wall,

Made of wood,

With a door which can slide open,

That opens out into a corridor,

And large rectangular windows,

Line the far side of the corridor,

And beside the door,

On either side,

Are two large windows looking out into the corridor,

With curtains up which can be drawn,

And the chairs have a slight dusty musty scent to them,

That seems almost nostalgic,

And pleasant,

As the train pulls out of the station,

It jolts slightly as it gets going,

The shunting begins slowly at first,

And gradually as it leaves the station,

That shunting speeds up,

As it increases in speed through the countryside,

And the air blows so comfortably,

And pleasantly through the window,

Breathing in that fresh nature air,

As the train follows that track,

Away from the station through meadows,

Different countryside,

Past quaint towns,

With small churches situated at the centre of those towns,

And while travelling on this train,

You take a book out of a bag,

And you sit,

Bobbing slightly to the movement of the train,

Hearing the clickety clack of the train on the track,

And absorb yourself in reading a book,

And you enjoy this most pleasant,

Relaxed dream,

Of going on an adventure on a train,

And at some point during this journey on the train,

The rocking and movement of the train,

Seems to deepen the sense of wanting to fall asleep,

And it rocks and moves,

As you place the bookmark back in the book,

You close the book and decide to close your eyes,

Just for a moment,

As you find yourself then,

Drifting and floating so peacefully asleep on this train,

And while you fall asleep comfortably on the train,

So you start to hear the sounds of morning birds,

And you awaken feeling so refreshed and revitalised,

From your night's sleep,

You leave the tent with a stretch,

And a deep breath of the fresh air,

Seeing the meadow gently dew covered,

Cobwebs in the grass glistening under the morning light,

Faint mist undulating through the landscape,

Like waves creeping up the shore of a beach,

And you have some breakfast,

Before clearing everything away ready to continue your journey into the woodland,

As you work your way into that woodland,

Knowing your course,

Knowing where you're headed,

Navigating your way,

And as you walk through this woodland,

So you're aware how the sound has changed,

How there are different animal sounds within the woodland,

How your footsteps sound different as they now,

Gently thud in a dull kind of way,

On the dirt within the woodland,

And occasionally crunch over leaves and twigs,

And the rustling of the leaves from the canopy overhead,

Seeming to be coming from all around you,

And as you continue walking through this woodland,

Occasionally brushing past trees,

Feeling the sensation of the bark under your fingertips,

The smell of the woodland,

The mossy smell,

The scent of sap on some of the trees,

And the smell of the leaves,

And while walking through the woodland you're greeted,

By the most spectacular view,

As the woodland opens up a little,

So the light increases slightly,

And you see the most incredible carpet of bluebells,

Each one seeming to ring the most beautiful tune,

Of peace and harmony,

And you carefully navigate through this woodland,

Being careful to avoid stepping on the bluebells,

And sticking to paths mapped out by deer and other animals,

You've trodden this landscape thousands of times before,

And you pass through the bluebell woodland,

And then the woodland begins to become more dense again,

The canopy closing in,

The woodland darkening a little more,

But you start to hear this distant sound,

Of rushing water,

And after some time,

You exit the woodland at a slight clearing,

And at the far side of this slight clearing is a cliff,

Flowing down the face of the cliff,

Is the most beautiful waterfall,

Into a gentle pool of water,

That seems exceptionally still,

Apart from the spray at the foot of the waterfall,

And you stop at this pool of water,

At this hidden lake in the woodland,

You know you're going to be ascending the side of this cliff,

Alongside the waterfall,

And so you decide to stop,

Take a look,

Work out the best route to take up the waterfall,

And while you wait,

And look,

And relax,

You see some small dancing lights,

Flitting around the base of the waterfall,

Weaving behind the water,

In front of the water,

Sometimes darting through the water,

And with curiosity,

You carefully walk around the pool of water,

To get closer to the cliff and that waterfall,

And as you get closer,

So you notice,

That those lights seem to have a slight humming sound to them,

And that each one is a little waterfall fairy,

And one of those waterfall fairies,

Flies over towards you,

Hovering,

Just a short distance in front of your face,

Slightly bobbing up and down,

As its wings,

Fizz along behind it,

Like a blur,

And the fairy begins to talk to you,

And seems so happy and pleasant,

So friendly,

Asking who you are,

What you're doing in this area where you're headed,

And you explain about your mission,

That you're in search of some magical crystals,

That will help you,

To carry out an ancient ritual,

Allowing you to,

Build a deep connection with nature,

And the fairy tells you,

The best way to get where you want to go,

Isn't to climb up the cliff,

And continue your journey,

At the top of the cliff,

It's to head through the waterfall,

And explain there's a cave,

Behind the waterfall,

And that it's quicker to get to where you're going,

If you follow that cave,

And they show you how to get behind the waterfall,

And so you walk behind that waterfall,

And the little fairy follows you,

And encourages you,

And you see the cave,

And you see that this cave,

Is illuminated by green toadstools,

Stretching sporadically,

Down both sides of the cave,

And you walk into the cave,

Hearing the thunderous sound,

Behind you of the waterfall,

And the further you walk,

Along the cave,

The calmer the waterfall sounds,

The more distant that waterfall sounds,

And you just notice,

The occasional dripping sound,

Within the cave,

And how peaceful this space feels,

And you continue on through this cave,

Seeming to walk,

For hours and hours,

Feeling intrigued,

A sense of wonder and curiosity,

Until eventually,

You start to hear the sound,

Of twinkling bells in front of you,

And notice a slight blue glow,

And as you approach,

And go round a corner,

You see that there's a portal,

At the end of this cave,

A blue pulsating glowing portal,

A little bit like,

A mix between mist and water,

Pulsing like waves,

Or a wall,

And you walk towards that portal,

And decide to walk through the portal,

And as you walk through the portal,

So everything temporarily,

Fades and sparkles all at the same time,

Sending the most intense,

Tingle through your body,

Like when you get that excitement,

That can send shivers through you,

And a moment later,

You find yourself in a vast cavern,

And at the far side of this cavern,

You see some glowing pink crystals,

Growing out of the far wall,

And you head over to those crystals,

And you see that some of the pink crystals,

Have already snapped off,

And are lying on the ground,

And you realise these are the crystals you need,

For your ancient ritual,

And so you just pick up the ones,

Which are lying on the ground,

You then go to the middle of this chamber,

And out of your backpack,

You take out an ancient book,

You turn those ancient pages,

To the relevant ritual,

With a stone you draw a circle in front of you,

You then neaten up the inside of that circle,

And very slightly hollow the circle out,

So that it's slightly concave,

You then stand the crystals in the centre,

Of that slightly concave circle,

You take some water,

You have in a bottle,

Which was gathered at the pool,

Before you entered the secret cave,

You pour a little bit of that water,

Into the concave circle,

And the dirt in the centre,

Becomes slightly moist,

And you can then push those crystals in just slightly,

And the moist mud holds those crystals upright,

And then you sprinkle some salt,

Over the top,

And around the edge of the circle,

And then refer to the words,

Of this ancient ritual,

You begin to recite those words,

While holding yourself in a focused,

Almost meditative state,

And as you recite those words,

So the crystals seem to glow even more,

And seem to pulse very slightly,

And then it's almost like,

Pink lightning seems to dance between the crystals,

As those crystals pulse and light up,

Almost as if light is pulsing,

From the base of the crystals,

Towards the top of the crystals,

And then an orb begins to form,

Around those crystals,

Broadening out,

To encompass,

That concave circle,

And then as you continue with the ritual,

So the pulsing pink light,

Broadens out to encompass you,

Bringing a sense of warmth and pleasure,

Through your body,

A sense of serenity and peace,

And then you begin to discover,

A feeling of connection,

A feeling of oneness,

And as you reach the end of the ritual,

So the light,

Seems to turn to a vapour,

Like being enveloped,

Suddenly,

In a gas,

A little bit like when you have a bubble,

With a cloud of gas within it,

And when the bubble bursts,

The gas just slowly dissipates,

And as the gas begins to dissipate,

So you find yourself breathing it in,

And the more you breathe in this magical gas,

The deeper the connection you find that you have,

With the world around you,

And it's just an instinctive feeling,

And as the gas dissipates,

You find yourself just sitting there,

Quietly,

In a quiet chamber,

You know something within you has shifted,

You now feel a deep connection with nature,

And yet,

Your experience hasn't yet shifted,

And so you,

Clear everything away,

Place those crystals back down,

Where you found them,

You have this deep sense that something has shifted,

And yet,

You don't know quite what,

And as you begin to walk back,

Through that portal,

Then back along that tunnel,

You run your fingers along the cave wall,

Where the fungus are illuminating this tunnel,

And although you can barely see it,

With your naked eyes,

Touching the cave wall,

You feel that connection with mycelial network,

Feeling the experience of the life,

Of the fungus which spreads throughout this entire environment,

Everything it's in contact with,

And as you exit the cave,

Back to the waterfall,

You find you have a deeper connection,

With those waterfall fairies,

And the same fairy flies over again,

Tells you she can recognize you found what you were looking for,

And says that to fully utilize this skill,

Head to the stone,

Just over a little way around the side of this pool of water,

Sit on that stone,

Cross your legs,

Close your eyes,

And meditate for a little while,

Expanding your consciousness out,

To connect with the consciousness of all living things,

And so you walk around the pool,

You rest down on that stone,

Close your eyes,

And relax deeper and deeper,

And as you relax deeper,

And more profound,

So you feel your consciousness spreading out from your body,

Connecting with the grass,

With the waterfall,

With the fairies,

With the bees and the butterflies,

With the birds,

With the squirrels,

With the rabbits,

With the deer,

With all living things,

And then holding on to that connection,

You slowly open your eyes and stand from the stone,

Still feeling and holding the connection,

Still feeling like a part of you is in that state you were just getting into,

And the fairy speaks once again,

To acknowledge your skills,

What you have achieved,

And that to truly connect in this way,

Sometimes it's easy to get overwhelmed with life experiences,

So it's just about bringing your attention back to the little things,

Holding your attention on that,

So that you can hear this connection,

That it's a faint connection,

So it's all too easy to be drowned out,

If there's lots of other stuff going on in your mind,

Or lots of distractions,

And so she advises to practice this multiple times,

So that you know how to hear that connection,

With all living things,

And as you hold on to this and navigate your way back,

Through nature,

Back to home,

You see how long you can hold on to this state for,

And occasionally you'll distract yourself,

You'll be busy doing something else,

And you'll lose the connection,

And need to tune in again to hear it,

But you find it so deep and profound and comforting,

And you head all the way home,

Where you sit down for a little while and reflect,

On your journey,

On what you've learned,

Before heading to bed,

Relaxing down,

And drifting and floating so peacefully,

So comfortably asleep,

Into slumberland.