The Secret Well Of Chichén Itzá: Bedtime Tale

This is a bedtime story about you in the 1500s on a sailing ship on the ocean. You are an inventor and explorer. You are keeping a diary of your journey and a chest of items from your journey. You head into the Gulf of Mexico and eventually make landfall.

The ship's crew remains near the shore, exploring and mapping this area, while you set out for a many-day hike through forest and over different terrain until eventually you arrive at a bustling Chichén Itza, where you have heard about an enchanted, magical well. You are guided into a temple where you undergo a ritual involving consuming a sweet syrup-like substance, before being guided to a main chamber to drink from the well.

You are then laid down onto a bed where you have a deep, personal, spiritual experience. You awaken from this experience a changed person, before heading back to the shore and then travelling back to Europe, where you write about your experiences and each night, drift peacefully asleep into Slumberland.

Transcript

So just take a moment 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.

And as you comfortably drift asleep I'm just going to tell this bedtime story in the background.

And a boat is rocking along the ocean.

Very gently on the undulating waves.

Following the stars as they cross the sky.

The moon's silvery glow.

Sparkling on the surface of the water.

The occasional whale rising to the surface.

Releasing a puff of air.

A spray of mist.

Creating delicate patches of color as the mist is caught in the moonlight.

As the boat continues sailing through the ocean.

The sound of those sails.

As the wind occasionally picks up.

Filling the sails,

Pulling them tight.

And calms down again.

And as you relax on the boat while crew are doing their job.

Ensuring the boat stays on track.

You take time to keep a diary of the experience that you're having of your trip to this point.

And as you've been traveling so sometimes you've been placing objects within the diary.

Like pressing flowers into the diary.

And other little mementos.

While also keeping a small chest.

Or some slightly larger mementos from your trip.

And you relax back on that boat.

As it continues to sail through the evening.

The sky filled with stars.

Twinkling away so delicately.

The sea salt smell.

Filling your senses.

As you feel this urge to relax a little deeper.

And more comfortably into the experience.

And while you find yourself relaxing.

Sometimes your eyes gently close.

And you never quite know for how long.

They just close as you drift with the experience.

Drifting into thoughts and ideas in your mind.

Just gently transitioning in and out of sleep and wakefulness.

To the murmur of others on the boat.

And as the night goes on so the air takes on a slight chill.

And so you wrap up in a thick furry blanket.

Pulling that up under your chin.

You can feel the coolness on your cheeks.

And the warmth through your body.

And every night.

You like to spend some time enjoying the night sky.

Before you find you drift asleep too frequently.

That you know it's time to take yourself to bed.

And you head down into the ship.

Working your way down to your cabin.

And it's a small cabin and the ceilings down here are low.

And as you walk you can smell the wood of the ship.

And you can feel the gentle rocking.

As that boat continues travelling.

And you head into your cabin.

Climb into your hammock.

And hang there.

As you gently begin to drift asleep.

And you fall so deeply,

So comfortably asleep in that hammock.

Almost rocked so gently and so calmly.

Like it's rocking the tension out of those muscles.

Leaving just relaxation.

As you lose awareness of the ship around you.

Drifting deeper and deeper into the most pleasant dream.

And the next morning.

A soft light of daylight.

Passing in through the portal.

Into the cabin.

The dust dancing gently in that early morning light.

And you head out onto the top deck.

Taking a few breaths of that fresh air.

Taking in the view.

And whichever direction you look,

It's just water.

The ocean stretching on.

Almost as if it's infinite.

And you head up to see the captain.

And you can see the map of where they say you are.

And where you're heading.

And you're still a long way off.

And you head back down and sit.

And continue writing in your diary.

As this day goes on.

And as the day is nearing the end of the day.

One of the crew comes and notifies you.

That there are clouds on the horizon.

Towering high over the horizon.

It looks like a large storm.

Is off in the distance.

And so it could be a bumpy night.

And they tell you that.

It'll be a good opportunity.

To try out your invention.

And see how it works.

See if it's really an improved design on ships.

And as you approach that storm.

So the first officer pulls a lever.

And there's a slight judder and jolt within the ship.

And they order for the sails to be drawn in.

And everyone to brace themselves.

And then there's a whirring from within the ship.

Coming from deep within the ship.

And everyone gets below deck.

Seals up the ship.

As that ship passes into the storm.

And everything passes into darkness.

And there's a stillness to this space.

While there's a rumbling sound of the outside of the ship.

Being heavily buffeted by wind and rain.

And yet the inside.

Remains so still.

And this goes on for many hours.

Of that storm passing around the ship.

Waves as tall as houses.

Lifting the ship up.

Lowering the ship down.

And yet the inside.

Has some movement up and down.

But remains level and smooth.

Until finally after many hours.

The rumbling from outside calms down.

The distant sound of thunder.

Becomes even more distant.

And the crew and yourself.

Head up out of this section of the ship.

And can see the faint slither.

Of morning sun.

Just about to peak over the horizon.

And in the other direction.

The receding backs of the storm clouds.

And the lever is flicked the other way.

And the mechanisms turned off.

And they confirm that your invention helped.

And so you sit in your usual spot.

Writing in your diary.

And between the words that you write.

You just draw.

Just so that anyone reading the diary will know what you're talking about.

A description and a diagram.

Of the ship and that mechanism.

And you draw that.

Carefully into the diary.

And you feel a sense of pride.

In your invention.

And how it will help many other ships.

It just means that the ships have to be adapted and designed around the mechanism.

And the ship continues on.

And you can see off in the distance.

When looking north.

The faintest hint of land on the horizon.

As the boat continues heading west.

And you can see some dolphin.

Following the wake of the boat.

Almost playing in that wake.

And looking like they're almost trying to invite further play from the crew.

And some of the crew throw a few fish to them.

As they leap out the water to catch those fish.

Some are sorting and splashing down gracefully into the water again.

And then the captain announces.

That the boat has just passed into the Gulf of Mexico.

And so it'll only be a few more days and nights.

Until making landfall.

And arriving near the destination.

And this voyage has been going on for months already.

And it continues on.

And there's very little to do other than watch the sea.

And when there are clouds to watch those clouds.

And sometimes make up games of what the clouds look like.

Perhaps the cloud looks like a grumpy cat.

Maybe it looks like a wolf.

Standing on the edge of a cliff.

Howling at the moon.

Maybe the clouds move.

Like horses running through the sky.

Just stimulating the imagination.

And there's very little here to work with.

But it gives you plenty of time to write.

To share your thoughts in your diary.

And your observations.

And to be able to really take close observations.

Like analysing the behaviour of dolphins.

Or the behaviour of whales.

Recording where they're seen and when.

What direction they're travelling.

How many you see.

And every night.

If it's dry and clear.

You rest up on the top deck.

Wrapped up warm and comfortable.

You gaze at the stars.

Sometimes finding yourself imagining.

If perhaps around one of those other stars in the sky.

There could be a planet.

And on that planet could be an alien gazing up at their sky.

Looking up at their stars.

Wondering whether there's an alien on a planet looking up into the sky.

And yet you'd never know.

But the idea fascinates you.

You wonder whether there could be anything greater than yourselves.

Anything bigger than just what is here on earth.

With these wooden boats sailing across the ocean.

Being the peak of your technology.

Being so incredible.

That they're capable of travelling thousands of miles.

And every night you settle down in your hammock.

And more frequently than you perhaps expected.

You find yourself dreaming of being on solid land.

Of walking through European countryside.

Through tall grass.

Wildflowers.

Broadleaf trees.

Even dreaming of walking through muddy landscapes.

While it's drizzling and grey with rain.

But at least everything's steady and stable.

But if you were still there.

You wouldn't be here on an adventure.

Going exploring strange new lands.

Seeking out new civilizations.

Boldly going where no one's gone before.

Being at the forefront of exploration.

Makes the undulating lifestyle worth it.

And eventually.

After more weeks of travelling.

You see land on the horizon.

And day after day.

That land grows taller and wider.

Until eventually.

You arrive a short distance from the land.

Remaining within deep enough water for the ship.

Dropping an anchor.

And then a team of you.

Head in small boats to the shore.

And a camp is set up along the shoreline.

And a secondary camp is set up.

Slightly higher up the shore and further away from the shore.

And different items are bought ashore.

And you have a couple of days in this camp.

And when you first touch the land.

You have an unusual sensation in your legs.

You're walking on this flat land.

And yet your legs feel almost jelly-like.

As if the undulating beneath you has ended.

And so that undulating has now moved.

From beneath you to within your legs.

So you're walking on the flat land and yet.

You feel like you're bobbing gently up and down with each step.

As if the legs themselves are doing the undulating.

That previously was the preserve of the ship on the ocean.

And so you spend a lot of time.

Over those few days acclimatizing to being back on land.

Sitting down.

And being used to being stationary.

Listening to the water as it flows up onto the shore.

The sound of it dragging on the sand.

And stones as it pulls back out to sea.

The sounds of birds within.

The trees around you.

The rustling of the leaves.

The movement of grasses.

And you make sure to take time to continue recording in your diary.

You write down things you're pleased to notice.

Things you've been grateful for.

How grateful you are that you found this land.

And safely made it all the way here.

How grateful you are to have been able to enjoy watching dolphins play.

How grateful you are that your invention worked so well in the boat.

And that hopefully,

When word gets out,

Your gyroscopic inventions will be installed in other boats.

And how much you look forward to tomorrow.

When you're going to journey on your own with just a backpack.

And you don't know what you'll discover.

You're following a rumor that you'd heard about a civilization that you'd like to visit and see for yourself.

And as the sun sets.

So you sit around a campfire.

The shadows dancing around you.

The warmth of the fire tickling your cheeks.

The murmur of others talking in the distance.

Enjoying some food and drink.

And the smell of that food and drink.

Finding the flames almost hypnotic.

As they dance before you.

Almost as if they're telling a story.

That ends with them going to bed.

Settling down.

And turning to embers.

And you can hear the night time sounds around you.

As you yourself settle back down into your tent.

And fall peacefully and comfortably asleep.

And the next morning as the tent glows in the morning light.

You awaken.

You have something to eat before you set off.

You pack away the tent.

You let the crew know when you'll be returning.

And they're going to explore the coastline.

And map this area.

While you travel off in a straight line through the trees.

Over hills and mountains.

To find that civilization.

And with a deep and comfortable breath.

And a sense of purpose.

You put one foot in front of the other.

Each foot facing forward.

Sometimes your mind going off on its own train of thought.

But knowing.

You're marking your own path.

As you set off through the trees.

And you walk through those trees.

Away from the murmur of the people.

That murmur becoming more distant with each step you take.

The gentle crunching of the undergrowth beneath each footstep.

Having to occasionally hack away at some branches and leaves.

Carving out your path through this landscape.

Walking deeper and deeper among the trees.

Barely a trickle of light finding its way through the canopy.

Just a gentle glow around you with a slight greeny brown hue.

And a softness and a stillness to this environment.

The sounds of the animals.

The occasional call of a distant monkey.

The one constant for you.

Being your thoughts of where you're going.

Of hypothesizing what you expect to find.

Thoughts that help you feel more relaxed.

Deeper and deeper in comfort.

And at the end of each day.

You set up your camp.

You clear an area before your tent.

Scraping it back to soil.

You dig a pit.

Form a fire.

Light that fire.

Watching the firelight dance to life.

The smell of the fire as its warmth rests on your cheeks.

As you cook up some food and enjoy some drink.

And the ambience of the night.

Before settling down.

Drifting to sleep.

To continue on.

The next day.

And each day you walk deeper and deeper.

Until after many days and nights.

You eventually hear the sounds of people talking off in the distance.

And so you walk in the direction of those people talking.

Still carving your way through the trees.

Curious what this place is going to look like.

And then finding your way out.

Into a civilization here.

Deep in this forest.

Eventually finding your way to Chechnitsa.

Seeing the large stone buildings.

Temples.

The monuments.

Hearing that this was built around a legendary well.

That had certain magical properties.

And those here greet you so friendly.

And you find a way of communicating.

Of being able to engage with each other.

And even though at first you don't understand each other's spoken words.

You can understand each other's non-verbal behavior of kindness and friendship.

The way they guide you.

To a location where you can rest.

Where you can have something to eat and drink.

Where you can freshen up.

And they seem as interested in you as you are in them.

And you spend a number of days here.

You take a close look at the temples.

You have a curiosity.

About their beliefs.

About what their different hieroglyphs mean.

And the different images and statues.

You walk and absorb yourself in the layout of this location.

Curious about the meaning.

And the reasons for it being laid out as it is.

And one day.

An elder takes you.

To a large temple.

And gestures for you to enter this temple.

And you walk into the heart of that temple.

And as you walk into that temple.

So the sounds around you become more muted.

The air becomes softer.

More still.

And you walk deep into this temple.

Arriving at a small room.

With two people wearing robes.

And they have a small fire between them.

And they seem to be cooking up some kind of a concoction.

And then over that fire.

You can see something bubbling gently in the pot.

And it gives off the scent a bit like coffee.

And one of them has a pestle and mortar.

And adds what looks like.

Some almost electric blue mushrooms.

Chopped up incredibly fine.

Added to the pestle and mortar.

And you watch while sitting on a stone bench.

As they crush and squish that around.

It's almost becoming like a paste.

Before they add that.

To the bubbling liquid.

And with a wooden spoon they continue to stir that liquid.

One of them gently nodding slightly while saying.

Some words.

As the stirring takes place.

The liquid starting to turn electric blue.

Starting to gently fizz and pop.

And take on a slight sweet scent.

And you notice as that liquid is bubbling away and fizzing and popping.

A little bit like syrup.

It starts to thicken.

The wooden spoon stirring it.

Can be seen to be lifting some of it out with each stir.

As it oozes and gently pours like honey.

Back into the pot.

They then remove the pot from the heat.

And taking a larger wooden spoon that looks like a ladle.

They scoop out some of that liquid while it's still bubbling.

And it's gloopiness runs around that ladle.

It's dripping off the base of the ladle.

Back into the pot.

Initially with a long drip.

And then a few smaller drips.

And then as the dripping stops.

They move the ladle over in front of you.

And talking in a language you don't understand.

They seem to be gesturing as they move it up towards your mouth.

And perhaps saying to drink.

And see very carefully.

Put your lips to the ladle as they tilt that up.

And it's like drinking honey.

Except it has an unusual pineapple cherry taste.

An incredibly sweet taste to it.

With a slight buzz to the senses.

Almost as if it begins to fill your body.

With a gentle tingling.

Right down to the tips of every cell.

As if it's somehow supercharging those cells in your body.

And the blueness from the liquid.

Softens and relaxes those muscles.

You feel the scent of the liquid passing in through your nostrils.

Almost up to your brain and out your ears.

And to the backs of your eyes.

Like peppermint.

Clearing your sinuses.

Before passing down your throat.

Softening the muscles in your neck.

Your shoulders.

Down your arms.

As all the muscles relax with each out breath.

Tingling relaxing down to the tips of your fingers.

Making your arms begin to feel heavy.

As the breathing deepens.

And that blueness passes down through your chest.

Your shoulders.

Your back.

Down your sides.

Softening and relaxing every muscle as it goes.

Through your entire body.

Down to your bum and then all the way down into the legs.

Until it goes all the way down to the tips of your toes.

To the soles of your feet.

Making those legs feel so heavy.

It's almost as if they're stuck in place.

Like your whole body is just so loose and limp and relaxed.

It just doesn't want to move.

And a stillness begins to set in through your mind.

And in that comfortable stillness.

You see a gentle electric blue filling your environment around you.

Unsure whether it's coming from within your eyes or without.

Like the blue from the mushrooms is starting to create change through every cell in your body.

And the sounds of those people in this room.

Begins to sound almost echoey.

And as you drift deeper into this state.

They stand and begin to help you up.

And they help you through this small room.

And through a large door in the back of this room.

Which is covered in ornate descriptions and patterns.

And different gems.

And through into a large chamber.

And this large chamber is almost like a bell.

And in the centre of the chamber is a well.

And surrounding that well is a brick wall built up around the well.

And they lower down a bucket.

They bring up some of that water from this well.

And you see that this water also seems to have an electric blue quality.

As if lightning is sparking its way throughout that water.

And you see floating in the centre of that water is a single lotus flower.

Which is gently turning.

Almost hypnotically.

And they give you some of that water to drink.

Before taking you over to an incredibly comfortable bed.

Against the far wall of this chamber.

You rest down on that bed.

You find your eyes closing.

Giving in to the experience.

And this bed is so comfortable.

That as you drift asleep in this bed to this experience.

You feel like it's a bed floating in the clouds.

Like it's so soft.

You can barely notice that you're touching it.

Like being weightless.

Floating in an ocean.

Gazing at the stars.

As you drift deeper and deeper into this artificial sleep.

This deep synambolism.

And as you drift.

So everything goes black and out of the blackness.

You see what looks like the sun swinging.

Left and right.

Like a pendulum in the sky.

While watching the earth shift and change.

Trees grow and disappear.

Land rise and fall.

The ocean draw in and out of beaches.

Rising over land and then retreating.

Buildings appearing and then disappearing.

Buildings appearing in nature.

And then nature reclaiming that space.

And as this all happens around you.

So you feel yourself rising higher and higher above the ground.

Floating above the earth.

As you watch time progress.

Watching through time.

Seeing through space.

You see before you.

What looks like a magical brick road.

With nine arched tunnels.

And a bright light off in the distance.

And you feel yourself floating through those tunnels.

And while floating through those tunnels.

You have this sense of what it all means.

As you're floating through the nine realms of existence.

Working through from an earthly realm.

Towards that distant spiritual realm.

And through each tunnel.

You see the world through the eyes of someone who's attained.

The knowledge and wisdom of this realm.

Passing from the first realm.

Where most people reside.

Through a second realm.

Where you begin to understand the importance.

Of the connection between all things.

And a third realm.

Of being able to understand.

All animals.

And communicate with all animals.

And a fourth realm.

Being able to understand and communicate.

With all plant life and fungus.

And a fifth realm.

Being able to understand.

And hear the resonances of the earth.

And all celestial objects.

And a sixth realm.

Gaining a galactic consciousness.

And a seventh realm.

Learning to focus that consciousness.

To be able to control being overwhelmed.

With the amount of knowledge.

And the amount of communication.

Going on from all things.

And working through those realms.

To connecting.

With the universal consciousness.

That's buried in the heart.

Of the energy.

Of every single.

Atom in the universe.

In every single fundamental particle.

In the universe.

In the waves.

At the heart of the particles of the universe.

Until eventually.

You reach that ninth realm.

Passing through the ninth realm.

Where your consciousness.

Has passed beyond.

The bounds of reality.

To a spaceless.

Timeless.

Point.

Where there's no up nor down.

No left nor right.

No back nor forth.

There's no color.

No brightness.

No darkness.

There's no shapes.

No distance.

To a place.

That's indescribable.

That's beyond what came before.

To a point.

Where only the point.

Exists.

Where you understand things.

On such a large scale.

Where you're outside of time.

There is no past,

Present or future.

There isn't even a now.

As people might understand it.

There is a now.

A point that's beyond words.

Beyond language.

A point you can only understand.

But not articulate.

But that can feed into.

Your deeper understanding of everything else.

And in this place.

You feel no sense of having a body.

Or a mind.

Or reality.

And even saying you had consciousness.

Wouldn't be doing justice to the experience.

Before beginning to drift back.

Through those realms.

But now being a new person.

With new habits.

New ways of doing things.

New understandings.

That go way beyond the surface level.

That go beyond even saying they're in the heart of what's underlying everything.

Because it's even beyond the heart of the heart.

It's beyond the heart of something.

It's beyond a root cause of something.

It's beyond the seed that becomes a grand oak.

It's beyond a point.

That became a universe.

It's beyond the energy that became matter.

A matter that becomes energy.

It's a connection.

That runs deeper.

Like a thread.

Through existence.

To a point before existence.

And understandings that are beyond comprehension.

Like a deep.

Empathic connection.

Beyond all connections.

As you drift back.

Finding your way back.

Along an endless hallway.

With an infinite number of doors.

To an infinite number of possibilities and rooms.

Towards a grand creaking red windmill.

Set high in the most beautiful purple clouds.

Watching as whales leap and splash down in those clouds.

Humpback whales singing so gracefully through the sky.

Dolphins swimming together.

Monkeys swinging from tree to tree.

Tree to tree within those clouds.

Fireworks exploding beyond the clouds.

Forming the stars in the night sky.

That lotus flower gently spinning.

As it begins to form into the moon.

And the petals drift off.

From that lotus flower.

On ripples of reality.

Like boats on the ocean.

As you begin to pass through those realms.

To having a physical body.

Riding.

A glowing white horse.

Back down towards reality.

Back through those realms.

On a sparkling path of stardust.

Before the horse.

Disappears in a puff of mist.

And your consciousness.

Absorbs itself back into that you.

Resting on that bed.

Tingling through your body.

From the top of your head.

To the tips of your fingers and toes.

Undulating gently around your nose.

Your eyes.

Your ears.

The consciousness.

Making a home for itself back in your body.

So gently.

With the warmth of a cat purring on a lap.

As you drift into the most peaceful deep sleep.

Into a dreamless sleep.

A timeless sleep.

Of deep healing and recuperation.

Leaving behind.

What was once before.

For something.

Something better.

Something more.

Learning in ways you never knew.

Like a magic wand had just been waved.

And a lantern.

Floats into the sky.

With the warmth of a candle.

Carrying with it.

A wish.

That only your heart knows.

And only a deep part of you.

Can grant.

And only when the time is right.

As you enter that dreamless sleep.

You will be there for the rest of the night.

And then in a time.

That you are unaware of how long has passed.

You come to.

In that chamber.

And you find you can understand.

These people talking to you.

And they don't need to explain to you.

About the experience you've been on.

But they know what that experience is.

And you know the experience.

And you know that none of you can put it into words.

And they guide you back out of the chamber.

All the way back to the entrance.

To this structure.

And you find you can understand everyone who's talking.

You can even understand.

The calls of birds.

The sounds of the monkeys.

And you learn and record your experiences here.

Taking plenty of time.

To record everything.

About this place.

Before heading back to the shore.

And setting sail once more.

Spending weeks and weeks.

Sailing.

All the way back.

To your home.

Reaching a dock.

And in a horse and cart.

Journeying through European landscape.

Until you eventually arrive.

Back home.

With your diary bursting.

Bursting with notes and writing.

As best as you could tell it.

A chest.

Full of items.

From your experience.

And once home.

You begin to write a new story.

You begin to write a new book.

Like turning a new page in your life.

And telling a new story of your life.

Of a new person you've become.

And you start at the beginning.

Once upon a time.

And not only do you tell the story.

Of your trip to that temple.

But you do your best.

To explain.

The knowledge and the importance of the experience.

You begin to write.

About distant civilizations.

On planets in space.

About other places here on Earth.

About the past,

The present,

And the future.

And you spend every day.

On a new journey.

Sharing your knowledge.

Your deep wisdom.

Your wisdom.

Becoming the wise one.

People seek out.

And each night.

You find yourself sleeping.

So well.

So deeply and soundly.

Drifting and floating.

Pleasantly and relaxed.

Into slumberland.

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