Somewhere,
High above the world,
Where the sky opens like a doorway and dreams take shape.
There's a place where overthinking dissolves and sleep rises around you like magic.
And tonight,
I'm taking you there.
Hello,
My dear friend.
My name is Jacob and I'm truly honored to be here with you tonight.
This meditation is a space for your mind to unwind.
A gentle,
Calming descent into stillness.
A place where the weight of the day can finally loosen its hold.
If you've been replaying old choices,
Questioning past steps,
Or feeling the pressure of what comes next,
You're not alone and you're safe to set all of that down now.
Here,
You'll be guided into the quiet center of yourself.
The place where clarity grows slowly,
Naturally,
Without effort.
The place where rest comes easily,
Where your heart remembers that it's supported,
Even in moments of uncertainty.
You've done enough for today.
Truly,
It is enough.
As you close your eyes,
Let my voice watch over you,
So you can settle,
Breathe,
And let the night hold you softly.
Take a slow,
Easy breath.
The kind that rises like a gentle tide in your chest and falls just as quietly.
And let that breath be your first step into this softer space.
A space where nothing is expected of you,
Nothing is rushed,
And nothing needs to be figured out.
Let your shoulders relax a little,
As though the night itself is helping you loosen them.
Let your jaw grow soft.
Let your face smooth into calmness as your breath becomes fuller,
Deeper,
And more natural.
Feel the support beneath your body,
Steady,
Patient,
Holding you without effort.
Feel the warmth in your palms,
The gentle rhythm in your belly.
Thoughts may still flicker,
But you don't need to chase them.
Allow them to drift to the edges,
Becoming softer and more distant with every inhale,
And every exhale.
With one more long breath,
Let your whole body settle into the comfort that's rising around you.
You're entering a quieter world now,
One that's here just for you.
As your breath settles,
Let your awareness drift toward the calmer spaces inside you,
The quiet places beneath the noise,
Where thoughts begin to lose their urgency,
And the heart begins to feel understood.
Overthinking often comes from a part of you trying to keep you safe,
Trying to make sense of the past,
And anticipate what's ahead,
Hoping it can create clarity through effort.
But in this moment,
Feel that effort loosen,
As though the night itself is easing a gentle hand on your shoulder.
Let your thoughts drift outward like small lanterns on a still river,
Each one moving farther into the distance at its own pace.
Carried by a current that asks nothing of you,
Notice how the space they leave behind fills slowly with warmth,
As if your inner world is remembering its own capacity for peace.
A quiet truth begins to rise within you,
That every step you've taken,
Even the ones you questioned,
Has shaped you with care.
That the past doesn't need to be solved tonight,
And the future doesn't need to be fully understood for you to rest.
What matters now is the breath inside your chest,
The softness beneath your body,
And the way the night surrounds you with a steady reassurance that life is unfolding in ways you may not yet see,
But will one day understand.
Let this comfort settle through you like warm light,
Gathering in the places that once held tension,
And soothing the parts of you that have been trying so hard.
Feel your inner world loosen,
Your heart release,
And your whole being drift into stillness.
And now,
As your breath grows slow,
And your thoughts grow quiet,
And your whole body rests in this soft awareness,
I have a story for you.
A story that lives at the edge of the clouds,
About a boy named Ryland,
And the night he climbed higher than he ever had before,
To a place where the past glowed in the sky,
And the future shimmered with possibility.
Let me take you there now.
Ryland walked a narrow stone path winding through rising mist,
Each step steady and unhurried,
As though the mountain itself were lifting him towards something he needed to see.
Cool air brushed his skin,
Carrying the scent of pine and ancient rock.
And the world below drifted into a soft ocean of clouds,
Glowing faintly beneath the last light of day.
When the path finally opened into a wide summit of smooth stone,
The sky unfolded before him like a living canvas.
The sun rested low on the horizon,
Pouring gold across the clouds and turning them into drifting rivers of light.
Ryland stood still,
Letting the warmth settle into the quiet places inside him,
The places that had been filled with questions and memories he hadn't known how to hold.
Twilight gathered softly,
And the first stars appeared with a patience that felt almost comforting.
Then a shimmer moved across the sky,
Delicate at first,
Then blooming into long,
Rippling curtains of green and blue.
The aurora had begun.
It flowed overhead in slow,
Dreamlike waves.
And Ryland felt something inside him release,
As if the lights were loosening the knots his mind had tied throughout the years.
Shapes emerged within the aurora,
Gentle silhouettes from the memories he had chose.
A pet he had loved,
Glowing with stardust.
A dolphin arcing through the sky,
Its body carved from luminous water.
Echoes of joyful moments drifting through the heavens like blessings he had forgotten he still carried.
The lights shifted again,
And new shapes formed.
Not memories,
But possibilities.
A path of starlight stretching forward.
A home warm with golden windows.
Soft outlines of people he had yet to meet,
Waiting somewhere in his future.
Moments of purpose,
Connection,
And peace quietly revealing themselves in color that felt impossibly alive.
The aurora folded past and future together in one luminous breath.
And Ryland felt the truth settle gently through him.
That life was guiding him in ways he couldn't always see.
That he was held by something larger than his fear.
That both his history and future shimmered with beauty he hadn't fully realized.
His mind grew quiet.
His breath softened.
And peace rose within him like a warm tide,
Steady and deep.
Let the mountaintop fade softly now,
Drifting outward like a dream returning to the night.
Your breath is slow.
Your body is heavy and warm.
Your mind is quiet.
You're safe to rest,
Safe to drift.
Safe to sleep.
The night is holding you.
The future will meet you when it's time.
For now,
Just breathe.
And fall gently into the deepest sleep.
Good night,
My dear friend.
Good night.
