So just take a minute to allow your eyes to close and allow yourself to begin to relax and as you begin to comfortably fall asleep.
I don't know whether you'll drift asleep faster to the sound of my voice or whether it'll be to the spaces between my words.
As you comfortably fall asleep,
I'm just going to tell this bedtime story in the background and you're walking along through the most beautiful countryside.
You can notice the way that clouds are delicately moving across the sky,
The way they're gradually shifting and changing how they look while they roll on by,
The sight of the occasional bird circling overhead,
The feeling of the gentle breeze brushing across your cheeks.
Continuing to walk through this countryside,
The gentle rustle of the grass at your feet,
The soft thud with each step that you take,
The sounds of rustling leaves from the trees,
The sweet scent of wildflowers wafting their way to your nostrils,
Teasing their way down,
Gently,
As if comforting deep within you and occasionally finding your mind drifting and wandering and as you look around so softly,
So calmly,
Admiring nature and the peace and silence within nature.
Not a silence of an absence of sound,
But a silence of an absence of stress,
A silence of mind,
A silence of soul,
A silence of heart.
And the breeze blows across the top of the grasses which rustle in waves as that wind softly blows and you continue to walk and you can see,
Off in the distance,
The sun catching the top of a distant river,
Like a thousand diamonds sparkling along the end of this space and over that river is a stone bridge and you walk towards that bridge,
Just ambling along and you can see,
Off in the distance,
A deer eating some grass and as it notices you approaching,
It skips off into the trees and you see two swans gliding along that river,
Occasionally lowering their heads beneath the water,
Rising their heads back out again,
The way the water seems to almost bead and flow down the head and neck,
Around their wings,
Rejoining the river and so you continue walking and as you get nearer to that river,
Smelling the freshness of the water,
Hearing the rustling of the reeds as the waves along the edge of the river gently wash up onto the shore,
You can hear the soft splashing of those swans as they lower their heads into that water,
Sometimes lowering their heads so much,
Their bottoms stick up out of the water and you can see their feet kicking to keep their heads down,
While they perhaps hunt for something to eat deep in that river and while you walk along the side of the river,
Those swans swim towards the shore,
They swim into the shallower area of the water and one of those swans begins cleaning itself,
Lowering itself under the water,
Flicking the water up onto its back,
Preening with its beak,
Twisting its neck around,
Rubbing its beak down the different feathers under its wings,
Splashing some more water up over its shoulders,
Repeating the process again and again and then as it completes washing itself,
It slowly at first begins to rise its chest out of the water,
Arching its back,
Stretching out its wings,
Its graceful white wings,
Reaching out side to side,
Slowly flapping those wings and then a little faster,
Before slowing those flaps down again,
Pulling them back in and resting back down into the water and both swans push off from near the shore,
Swimming in the direction of the bridge and those swans are swimming faster than you're walking along the side of the river and as you continue to walk along the side of the you see the sparkling light from the sun dancing on the surface of the river,
The calming sounds of nature enveloping you,
Calming you so peacefully,
Almost like each breath of this natural space brings a deep sense of peace and comfort and as you arrive at the bridge,
You walk up onto that stone bridge and there's some gravel over the bridge and your footsteps change from dull thuds and the brushing through grasses to a soft gravelly sound,
Crunching gently over this stone bridge walking over to the other side of the bridge and then continuing on,
Following the river,
Now down the other side of the river,
Walking along through this grass and as you walk you can notice the gently undulating hills in the distance the way the sun continues to creep across the sky,
Being pulled ever closer to the horizon and while you walk through this landscape,
So you find yourself relaxing deeper and deeper,
That despite the walking,
Something about just being out in nature you find deeply peaceful and calming,
As if walking and just ambling along like this seems so easy and so effortless and as the sun lowers just over those hills,
Pulling down a blanket of soft oranges,
Making the sky the opposite side to the sun begin to take on a dark blue hue,
As if the sun is going to bed for the night,
You decide to walk slightly closer to the tree line you head into that woodland and as you head into the woodland and the sun is setting,
So the sounds of birds changes,
As if the birds themselves are letting each other know it's time now for bed it's time to now fall asleep and as the birds communicate sleep and settle down for the night,
So you set up a camp,
Just inside the trees you rest,
You enjoy a peaceful meal and after eating,
As the sky darkens further,
You back into your tent,
You seal up your tent you rest back in that tent and you can feel the slight comfortable coolness of the air here within the tent the way the air is so fresh,
It seems to almost clear your nostrils and bring a sense of peace and tranquillity to your mind and your head rests down on the coolest,
Most comfortable pillow,
Your body wrapped in the cocoon of that sleeping bag the sides of the tent,
Gently waving and pulsing,
As the breeze outside,
Massages the sides of the tent and the sounds outside,
Calm and quieten and the last of the light,
Stops penetrating the sides of the tent,
As you rest here in the darkness of the tent lying back,
So comfortable,
Able to hear the rustling of the leaves and the branches of those trees surrounding you the occasional sound of animals,
Wandering through this woodland,
Each sound increasing your sense of peace and comfort,
Helping you drift deeper and deeper into the experience and the deeper you drift into the experience,
The more you find your eyes just wanting to gently close,
As if they are getting heavier and heavier and when the eyes close,
You drift peacefully asleep,
And while drifting asleep,
As you teeter on the precipice of sleep your ears can still hear the rustling of the leaves and how much relaxation the sounds around you bring,
While in your minds eye you start to get the occasional flash of light,
The occasional dark spots and bands,
And shapes passing across your vision the slight grainy,
Orangey,
Black,
Fuzz,
Like the static on a TV,
Moving around you,
Like your brain wants some stimulation and is seeking out patterns and shapes from within you,
And the sensation of the air being breathed in and out in a calm and rhythmic way helping you feel so softly relaxed,
Beginning to lose awareness of your body resting there,
As you start to notice some occasional light patches in your minds eye sometimes just pulsing and moving within your field of view,
Your eyes almost trying to track these light and dark spaces created by your mind to fill the void left by the eyes being closed,
And the more you drift comfortably asleep,
The more stable your minds eye becomes perhaps just slight shadows and hints of what can be at first,
Maybe just the tiniest wisp of a thought or an idea and it's as if you're fishing,
Without knowing you're fishing,
The hook trying to catch on to any little bit of stimulation and from time to time,
Something more substantial will fill your mind,
Perhaps beginning as a thought,
Or a memory until eventually,
Almost as if you don't know quite when and how it happens,
You drift,
Into the first reverie of the night,
The body relaxing deeply and peacefully,
Calmly and comfortably and the mind wandering,
Beginning its process of processing the day's learnings and challenges,
The night time job of updating your neurology,
Of cleaning out your brain,
Refreshing your body recharging you and preparing you for a new day,
And in this reverie,
You start to hear,
A distant sound of wails and the sound of bubbles,
Rising with each breath,
And you find yourself,
Feeling weightless,
Buoyant,
Floating,
With the occasional slight pressure moving you gently around,
Almost rocking you,
Into a deep sense of peace and calm,
And around you,
You start to notice,
You're in the most comfortable water,
Scuba diving you can see,
Some distance away,
A parent and a child humpback whale,
Gracefully swimming along with each other,
Those whales,
Singing their song communicating with whales unseen,
And with the slightest movement of your feet,
The flippers on your feet,
Propel you through the water you can feel the sensation,
Of that comfortably warm water,
Passing your cheeks,
Pushing against the face mask,
Flowing across the top of your head,
Down the sides of your body and you realize you have,
An underwater camera with you,
Then you raise up that underwater camera,
Holding it in two hands,
Directing it towards those whales absorbing yourself in the process,
Of taking a photo,
Of those whales as they swim,
And then swimming some more seeing the way moonlight,
Is dancing through the surface of the water,
Creeping its way down in columns,
Into the ocean,
And as you swim towards those whales so the space around you begins to shift and change,
As your mind progresses you from one dream to another,
Each time learning something on the way and at first you feel like you're still swimming underwater,
And yet you notice the landscape around you,
Shifts and changes,
The walking through a magical forest,
Starting to hear the crunching of the undergrowth,
Beneath each step gradually beginning to feel the weight of your body once more,
And the watery darkness and blues of the ocean give way to moonbeams dancing before you,
Through the canopies of the trees,
The sounds of the branches,
Rubbing together overhead and seeing particles of light floating among the trees,
Sometimes brightening,
Sometimes dimming,
Moving with intent,
Slowly,
Carefully,
Weaving among those trees making this forest truly a magical environment,
Seeing that the forest floor is lined with wildflowers,
Many of which seem to be glowing in the moonlight you see a glowing hummingbird,
Hovering before a glowing flower,
Its wings beating so fast they're just a blur,
And surrounding the hummingbird is sparkling light,
Dancing off of that hummingbird and the flower is gently ringing with the softest sound,
While the bird feeds,
And you continue to explore this magical forest hearing the distant trickling sound of a gentle stream,
Working your way to that stream,
And as you get to the stream,
So you see a small fairy,
Flitting about that stream,
Almost dancing above the stream splashing down as if washing itself in the water,
Before the small fairy notices you,
And they fly over to you,
Hovering before your face,
And you can feel the slight breeze tickling your face from its beating wings,
As it hovers in front of you,
And the fairy introduces themselves as the green fairy,
They're a fairy of nature,
A guardian of this land and they invite you to follow them,
And as you follow them along the edge of the stream,
They direct you deeper and deeper into this forest,
And deep in the forest the fairy stops and turns to you,
Waves their magic wand above your head,
Fairy dust sparkling its way around you,
Bringing the most deep and pleasurable tingles from the top of your head down through your body to the tips of your toes as you find yourself shrinking down smaller and smaller,
Until you're stood there the same size as the fairy,
And the fairy whistles,
And cools into the darkness and out of the darkness a friendly tiny white mouse scampers over towards you,
And the fairy asks you to climb onto that mouse,
She waves the wand above the mouse,
And a saddle appears on the mouse's back and rains around its neck,
Then you climb up onto the mouse,
And you ride that mouse following the fairy,
As the fairy directs away from the stream and heads towards a softly glowing tree,
And on arriving at the tree,
She taps the side of the tree with the wand,
And a portal opens into that tree,
And together you pass through the portal and there's a temporary flash of light around you,
And a deep sense of peace and comfort,
And as the light clears,
You find that you seem to be riding on that mouse through a fairy town,
Almost like a large city,
There's a main street,
Many others riding on mice,
Fairies flying around,
Other fantasy creatures wandering about the town shopping at market stalls,
And this main street seems to have many other streets branching off from it,
And there are large buildings and smaller buildings many buildings looking like a whole wide variety of different mushrooms and fungi,
Some with stretching out roofs,
Others more bulbous,
And as you wander through this town with that green fairy,
They guide you towards a building in the distance,
And it's a grand elaborate building,
With glowing sparkling lights on the outside,
Lights pulsing gently up the side of the building down the roof,
And at the building,
She knocks three times before opening the door and the two of you walk in,
And as you enter,
So you can hear the curious sound of piano playing and the space is dark,
With a spotlight on what looks like a grand piano,
And sitting at the grand piano,
Is a fluffy bumblebee,
With a monocle in front of one eye,
Playing on that piano,
Seemingly lost in thought absorbed in the experience of playing,
And the two of you head over to that bumblebee,
Stop at the foot of the piano,
And wait and watch as the bee continues playing and once the bee finishes playing,
Comes to the end of the song,
They head around from the side of the piano,
They head over to the fairy,
They greet that fairy,
Seeming like the kindest of friends they shake your hand,
The fairy says that they want to introduce you to the bumblebee and they say that you're here on a special quest that you don't even know,
And the bumblebee directs you,
From this room,
Through some large double doors,
Into a vast library they walk through this library,
They head over to a shelf at the back of the library,
Where they take down a really old looking book,
They open that old book,
You smell the gentle waft of the old book's scent,
Rising up from the bookshelf and rising up to your nostrils,
You hear the sound of the bee carefully turning each page,
That sound of one page,
Then the next,
Then the next,
Until the bee settles on a specific page and marking this page,
Is a folded letter,
And they take out that letter,
They hand you that letter,
You carefully open the letter,
And you see written on the letter,
A specific code that seems so easy to remember,
That it sinks deeply into your heart and mind,
Permeating your soul,
That code becoming a part of who you are and when you deeply know that code,
You hand the letter back,
They place the letter back in the book,
And place the book back on the shelf,
And guide you back out of this library they say goodbye,
And you head off with the fairy,
You ride that mouse back the way you came,
Heading all the way back to that stream and the fairy says,
It's time,
For you to see the world in a whole new way,
To build a new connection,
To experience,
Awe and wonder at the beauty of nature and they wave their wand over your head,
And you begin to grow back up to your regular size,
And at the rate and speed that you grow back up to your regular size,
You drift and float deeper and deeper into a deep and peaceful recuperative sleep a dreamless sleep,
A timeless sleep,
A sleep where your mind drifts and floats in a land of nothingness,
While your body heals itself,
Updates your neurology works on making the most of this sleep for your well-being,
Sleeping for the correct amount of time,
For you,
To awaken feeling so refreshed,
Revitalized,
Healed from the inside out healed from magical insight,
That's so deep you don't even know what it is and as you begin to awaken in that tent,
The first thing you notice,
Is the gentle sound,
Of the movement,
Of the sides of the tent and then the freshness of the air,
And finally,
The soft glow of light,
Permeating the tent,
And creeping towards your closed eyelids and you awaken,
And you feel something has shifted through the night,
Like your brain is in a slightly different place,
In relation to how you think about things,
Than it was when you fell asleep something about your experience feels fresher,
Feels like you're seeing the world through new eyes,
In a whole new way and you leave the tent and look around you,
Noticing the brightness of the morning sun,
The leaves of the trees still rustling gently overhead seeing the dew,
Twinkling under that morning sunlight,
Dappled across the grass before you,
And the sparkling light,
Dancing on the surface of that river and you enjoy some breakfast before packing away,
Continuing your journey,
But something feels lighter,
More profound,
Like you've got a code buried deep inside you but somehow,
Shaping your perception of the world,
And as the day goes on,
You walk towards those hills,
You meander up and over the hills,
Where you see the town in the distance you wander along towards that town,
Following a dirt track,
The gentle thud of each step you take,
The warmth of the sun on your cheeks,
The sounds of songbirds the occasional sight of birds flying and circling overhead,
Weaving their way around the landscape below,
And then the distant sound of clinking on metal coming from that town like perhaps a blacksmith is working on some horseshoes,
Or maybe it's coming from somewhere else and as you continue getting closer,
You start to hear the muffled sounds of voices,
Permeating that town,
Unable to make out what any specific person is saying as people are going about their daily business,
Walking among the market stalls,
And as you get even closer,
Your nose picks up the sweet scent of baking that wafted smell,
Tickling your nostrils,
Bringing some moisture to the inside of your mouth,
Stimulating your stomach you notice your feet seem to have sped up very slightly,
As if they're telling you to head to that location,
And you don't find it any trouble at all to navigate into town and almost instinctively find your way to that bakery,
And after the walk you've had,
You look forward to taking time to sit down,
And you head into that bakery the chink of the bell as you enter the door,
Hit with a wave of the scent of various baked goods,
The smell of cinnamon buns,
Of baked loaves of bread the gentle mumble of patrons here,
The friendliness of the server,
The sound of food preparation,
Of cutting loaves,
Of making sandwiches,
Of serving people tea and cake and you sit down in a corner,
By a calmly crackling log fire,
In the most comfortable chair,
Someone comes over and takes your order,
And then brings back a large wedge of a sandwich filled with the most incredible ingredients,
And a nice comfortable drink,
And some cake on a small plate and you enjoy that sandwich,
The sensation of the bread,
The filling,
The way it smells and tastes,
The texture in your hands as you eat,
In your mouth the satisfaction of consuming that food,
Then drinking the drink while picking at the cake,
Before resting back in the chair,
Taking out a book and reading for a little while resting your feet while hearing the world pass by,
And while reading,
You feel a deep connection with this place,
A familiarity with it,
A certain peace and comfort and friendliness here that makes you feel deeply welcome,
And after resting and reading,
And finishing up your drink and cake,
You say thank you and head off working your way along,
Until you arrive at the hotel you'll be staying in,
You check in to that hotel,
The lemon tree,
You get shown through to your room you explore the room,
You can smell that lemon scented soap in the bathroom,
And the sweet scent of lemon,
Permeating the fabrics in the room you rest back on the bed,
And it feels so comfortable,
So deeply relaxing,
As another day starts to draw to a close you've walked a very long distance,
Camping on route,
Making that very long journey all the way here,
And you'll be spending a few nights here in this town,
Before continuing your exploration of the British countryside navigating your way to the next town across the country,
Being able to really feel a closeness to nature,
To the landscape,
A connection with all things getting to know the people on the way,
And a part of you has a curiosity about the reverie,
About the dreams you had last night,
And how they seem to alter your perception of the world around you almost wondering whether it was something real that happened in your mind,
Or whether it was just your unconscious,
Updating your neurology in ways you can't explain,
Using metaphors to dream those changes and either way,
You look forward with curiosity to how you'll sleep tonight,
Knowing tomorrow,
You can explore this town explore the different venues,
The markets,
Meet and chat with different sellers,
Explore the landscape around this town,
Perhaps visit the local library,
And learn more about this location,
Its history how this town developed,
Why this town developed here,
Notable figures in this town,
And just absorb yourself,
In the world of this place,
In the culture of this location and that bed is so soft and comfortable,
And you're just resting on top of the sheets,
On those most incredibly comfortable pillows,
Sinking deeply and relaxed into them that after reading for a little while,
You rest the book on your chest,
And you decide you'll just close your eyes for a moment,
You're not planning on going to bed just yet,
You can hear the night time sounds outside,
As the sun sets and although you don't plan on going to bed just yet,
Just resting your eyes for a moment,
You inevitably begin to drift and float,
So relaxed,
So peacefully asleep,
Into slumberland
