I think it's time.
That we find.
Some peace.
So I want you to find a place that will be comfortable for you,
Where you can lie down.
Where?
Your mind.
Can be soft.
And you may not be in that place.
Yet.
But eventually.
Become.
Deeply relaxed.
Eventually.
You will become so relaxed.
That you may even drift off to sleep.
And eventually you will find your mind.
Beginning to organize itself.
Allowing all those conscious thoughts.
All the problems to solve.
All the responsibilities.
All of that.
All of that.
Can be held for another time.
Because when you are here.
When you do.
Allow yourself to drop down.
You may find.
Slowly.
Becoming.
A simple experience.
There's no need.
To be anywhere.
There's no need to worry.
There's only here.
There's only the sound of my voice.
And so from here,
I'd like you to take.
.
.
Inventory.
Of the sensations in your body.
Observing them.
Loving the parts of your body.
That may not be.
You want them to be.
Because when you find love.
In this place.
Everything.
Settles down.
Acceptance.
And as you begin to drift,
May begin to hear.
The slow.
Of the way.
Going in and out.
Very light.
Tickles your face.
There is nothing here.
But sand.
And tree.
Beyond the beach.
As you walk,
You can feel the sand.
Squishing between your toes.
Each step.
Feels warm.
Like an invitation to continue walking You can see a full night sky above you.
With the moon.
Shining bright.
It has a simple.
Message.
Of peace.
And in the distance ahead of you.
You see?
A small flash.
Of light.
A slow flash.
Oscillating around.
And as you walk you begin.
To make out the outline.
Of a lighthouse.
Standing quietly on the bluff.
The sand before you.
Is smooth.
Way.
You may even feel.
The slight.
Rush of water over your feet.
With each wave that comes in.
Walking towards the lighthouse.
Until you reach the edge of the beach.
A path leads up.
From the sand.
And on the side of the path.
Is a beautiful walking stick.
With a leather strap.
Leaning against a granite rock.
Reaching out your right hand.
You take hold of the stand.
Feeling the solid wood.
Another point of connection.
And using it for leverage.
To climb the trail.
The tree.
Feeling.
The sand.
And walking through.
You arrive.
At the tree line once again.
Standing high now.
Seeing the Incredible Vista of ocean.
Hugging.
This blood.
The lighthouse standing before you.
It is made of white stone.
With a doorway at the end of the trail.
Leading inside above you.
You can see the reflection of light.
A being.
Circling slowly around.
Directly above.
Was an invitation.
And you walk ahead.
Finally arriving.
An ornate brass knob.
Hold it shut.
And reaching out.
You take this knob.
And twist.
The release of the catch.
Stepping inside you brush your feet.
The sand and dirt.
Beautiful antechamber.
With us today.
Soul.
The rug is black.
But reflects small sparkle.
In the dim torchlight.
Inside.
Of fire burns.
And you can hear the echo.
Of the ocean surf.
Bouncing off the wall.
At the other end of the antechamber.
Is the foot.
Of a spiral staircase.
Worn and rounded with time.
Smooth edges.
Upon feeling the staircase under your feet.
You'd notice.
Within the grip of your hand.
Stepping upwards.
You're taking a deep breath.
As you slowly ascend.
Taking care to look out each small window that you pass.
With each step.
You feel lighter.
Almost as if.
You're floating up the stairs.
The deep.
Grounded energy of the stone and wood.
Holding you.
Like a warm present.
Slowly around.
Until nearing the top.
You come upon another doorway.
And inside.
You can hear.
Suck.
End.
The soft echo.
Of singing.
The voice of a young girl.
You open the door.
And again are greeted.
With warm light.
Above.
You can see.
Of the lighthouse.
The oscillating machine.
That twists.
To the lost souls outside.
And in the chamber that you enter.
You see before you.
Show.
And an armchair.
The warm greetings.
Standing in the doorway there.
In the center of the room.
Is a rocking chair.
With a young girl.
Setting.
And slowly rocking.
With her eyes closed.
A beautiful,
Soft melody.
As you approach,
She opens her eyes.
And immediately you are struck.
By the deep.
Wisdom.
That you see there.
And as she looks at you,
She continues to sing.
Until you realize She isn't just singing.
But she is singing to you.
She holds out her hands.
Inviting you closer.
That moment.
Replace your walking stick.
Leaned against the wall.
And step slowly forward.
On the soft.
Like.
Comment.
She takes your hands.
Small though they are in your palms.
Beckoning down,
She asks you to sit.
In front of her.
She reaches up.
And gently takes your hand.
Driving it.
Continuing to sing.
Are loving.
As you rest your head.
You feel are beginning to end.
The song.
And with one final note,
She takes a deep breath.
And sighs deeply.
Until you realize Something feels very different.
She is larger than you expected.
For a moment,
You wonder.
What is happening?
What is a mess?
And realize in that moment.
And she is not a young girl at all.
That she is.
A woman who has seen.
A woman who holds the world.
A woman who sings to the world.
She gently presses your head back down to her lap.
And whispers into your ear.
Hello,
My sweet dog.
I've waited ever so long for you to come.
What you like.
Or song.
For you.
She asks.
And all you can do.
Is not.
In agreement.
Feeling your body mold into her lap.
Caring.
And beautiful presence.
She knows.
The pain.
She has seen suffering.
And it is through this knowledge.
At her love.
Shines through you.
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She gently rocks you.
Singing to that heart within you.
Soften down,
My love.
Breathe deeply.
Feel.
The energy of the mind.
You're here.
You are safe.
Of a beauty.
Of the world.
She whispers to you.
Secret.
It's time to feel the song.
You can feel her soft hands.
Massaging you.
Almost with a magical quality.
They release tension within you.
And as you close your eyes,
You begin to notice yourself.
Beginning to flow.
With our hands upon you.
She holds you.
She picks you up.
Softly humming.
To your deepest.
Tenderness.
She carries you to a song.
Gently pulls the covers back.
And tucks you in.
Hush now.
Our beautiful child.
She said.
I love you.
I will always.
Your gift.
With a blessing.
Your love.
And with some rest.
You can get up feeling invigorated.
Ready to take it on for another day.
Not until then.
Rests now.
She sits on the side of the bed.
Putting her hands on you as you roll over.
Deeply comfortable in the moment.
The feel of her hands.
Found you.
Pushing you further and further.
Relaxation.
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My love.
To seize the day.
