Scented Sanctuary
This story is about Harry, a lover of scents since childhood, who cherishes memories of his mother's perfume and morning aromas. These smells, like her perfume and the scent of freshly baked bread, create a peaceful atmosphere. As he grows, life's challenges lead him to establish a nightly ritual in a scented sanctuary. In this mental refuge, he envisions a fragrant garden, a serene forest, and a cozy hut with scented candles and a crackling fire. Rocking in a chair, he lets go of worries and stress, guided by the comforting scents. As tensions melt away, he falls into a deep, restorative sleep, embraced by his scented sanctuary's tranquility and warmth.
Transcript
Welcome to our hypnotherapy sleep stories by House of Wellbeing.
My name is Sophie Fox and these stories have been carefully created by our team of hypnotherapists and sleep experts.
Each story uses therapeutic tools and techniques as well as hidden subconscious messaging to help you relax,
Unwind and enjoy a deep and restful night's sleep.
By listening to our stories you're altering your neural pathways to make positive changes.
We will help you lower your anxiety levels,
Relax your body,
Let go of worries and prep your mind and body ready for sleep.
Our stories automatically repeat for those that need a longer time to listen,
Relax and drift off.
So let's begin.
Scented Sanctuary.
Harry had always loved scents and smells even as a young child.
He loved the smell of his mum's perfume.
As he watched her get ready for a night out she would spray the scent on the sides of her neck,
Her wrists,
Rubbing them together then sniffing her wrists and inhaling as if it was the first time she'd ever smelt the fragrance.
Finally ending with a couple of sprays of perfume all around the top of her head.
She would laugh as she'd sway her head from side to side catching the scent as it fell onto her hair.
Harry would breathe in the heavenly smell of his mother and watch adoringly as she asked his opinion on what she should wear that evening.
He loved to see his mother so happy,
So drawn in by the scent and so excited for her night ahead.
He would wave her goodbye and then crawl into bed and feel so content as her gentle scent lingered in the house.
His dreams filled with happy thoughts,
So peaceful and calm and in the morning he would smile as he woke up to the smell of freshly baked bread drifting up the stairs causing him to stir and wake from his restful state.
He would rub his eyes and stretch lazily before walking down the stairs and sitting down at the table staring at the feast that awaited him.
Toast,
Butter,
Strawberries,
Raspberries,
Mango,
Kiwi,
Blueberry jam,
Freshly squeezed orange juice.
The smells were sensational.
He would breathe them in thinking he could almost taste them just from inhaling their scent.
He watched as his mother would take a sip of her fresh coffee as she cut some beautiful flowers to put on the table.
She adored flowers and took so much pleasure from growing and cutting them from her garden.
She would stroll around the garden taking in all the different colors,
The different shapes and smells,
Enjoying each unique scent.
She would choose the flowers that called to her on that day depending on what mood she was in and whichever she chose her smile would always be beaming.
These smells were such a happy time for Harry bringing back so many beautiful and special memories that the instant smell of any of these things would help him to feel calm,
Relaxed and at peace.
As he grew older,
Scents still brought him so much happiness and joy but life wasn't always easy.
He had struggles just the same as the next person,
Always thriving to be more successful,
Juggling family life versus time to explore his own passions.
So at nighttime when his day's work was done and the household chores were taken care of,
This was when he decided to put himself first and do something he loved.
He would climb into bed and take himself to his scented sanctuary and within minutes he would fall asleep.
As he climbed into bed that evening,
Restless and weary from another hard day,
He looked forward to imagining the sensory adventure he was about to embark on.
He closed his eyes and saw the sturdy wooden double doors,
Big,
Heavy doors,
That to many people probably looked intimidating and something to avoid.
But to Harry,
He knew that this was the entrance to his magical,
Fragrant place.
As he stepped forward and pushed the doors open,
He was instantly hit by the smell of lavender and visually greeted with a wash of purple fields.
A lavender was such a delicate and sweet smell,
Floral but herbal and a woody evergreen at the same time.
As he breathed in the scent,
A wave of relaxation washed over him,
Calming him,
Soothing him,
Relaxing him.
The aromatherapy had soothing effects on him and therapeutic qualities that helped him to reach a deep,
Peaceful slumber.
As he walked past the purple fields of lavender in his mind,
He slowly started to see colors of red,
White and pink and the smell of jasmine.
Roses and sweet peas soon joined him.
These calming plants surrounded him with every step.
Through the garden was a little wooden hut in the middle of a striking forest.
The pungent aroma of the woods was carried by the prickly needles of tall conifer trees and the small odorous cones that were clinging on for dear life.
Trees surrounded the hut and the air was filled with a smell that was undeniably evocative of previous winter holidays.
It was crisp,
It was sharp and it was spicy.
There was something so calming about this forest.
The stillness,
The quietness.
No sound apart from the rustle of the leaves he walked on or the odd sound of a bird overhead.
This reminded him to be more present,
To appreciate this stillness.
The quietness.
Everything in this moment was good.
Nothing was needed of him,
Nothing to worry about at all.
This was his time,
His moment.
No one could disturb his special place.
Stillness wrapping its arms around him and guiding him inside the hut.
The hut was dimly lit.
The sandalwood and cedarwood scented candles adorned the tables,
Calming him more and more.
It was getting cold outside and he was grateful for the warm embrace of the hut.
He walked over to the fireplace and gently lit the fire,
Feeling the heat soothe his cold hands and feet.
He took a seat in the rocking chair next to the fireplace and watched,
Mesmerized as the orange,
Yellow and red flames danced to a rhythmical beat.
He couldn't take his eyes off the flames as they looked like silhouettes of ladies intertwining and twirling in sync,
Warmed by the glow of the flames.
The feelings of calm sweeping through him as he curled up in the chair.
He reached for a fur throw and laid it over his knees as he started to rock the chair slowly forward and then back again,
Breathing in the burning wood smell as the day's tension melted away.
Just as the wood was burning on the fire,
All his troubles and worries were also starting to disappear as he imagined throwing his worries into the fire and watching them dissolve.
With every worry melting away,
He could feel his body start to relax more and more,
His muscles releasing,
Feeling looser and longer as he let go of tension with every gentle sway of the chair.
Back and forth,
Back and forth,
Rocking to and fro,
To and fro.
He could feel his stress levels decreasing and equanimity inviting him in.
His eyes tired from a long day,
Heavy from watching the flames dancing before him,
Began to close.
Comforted by his special place of safety,
His place of happiness and peace,
The sounds and smells that surrounded him almost like a huge blanket of love and tranquility.
His mind filled with happy thoughts and memories,
Not a concern to be had in his scented sanctuary.
Finally in front of the fire and surrounded by so many calming influences,
He drifted off into a deep,
Deep sleep.
The most restorative,
Rejuvenating and beneficial sleep.
The smells in the room absorbing into his body,
His scented sanctuary bringing him peace and serenity once again.
Scented sanctuary.
Harry had always loved scents and smells.
Even as a young child,
He loved the smell of his mom's perfume.
As he watched her get ready for a night out,
She would spray the scent on the sides of her neck,
Her wrists,
Rubbing them together then sniffing her wrists and inhaling as if it was the first time she'd ever smelt the fragrance.
Finally ending with a couple of sprays of perfume all around the top of her head.
She would laugh as she'd sway her head from side to side,
Catching the scent as it fell onto her hair.
Harry would breathe in the heavenly smell of his mother and watch adoringly as she asked his opinion on what she should wear that evening.
He loved to see his mother so happy,
So drawn in by the scent and so excited for her night ahead.
He would wave her goodbye and then crawl into bed and feel so content as her gentle scent lingered in the house.
His dreams filled with happy thoughts,
So peaceful and calm.
And in the morning he would smile as he woke up to the smell of freshly baked bread drifting up the stairs,
Causing him to stir and wake from his restful state.
He would rub his eyes and stretch lazily before walking down the stairs and sitting down at the table,
Staring at the feast that awaited him.
Toast,
Butter,
Strawberries,
Raspberries,
Mango,
Kiwi,
Blueberry jam,
Freshly squeezed orange juice.
The smells were sensational.
He would breathe them in,
Thinking he could almost taste them just from inhaling their scent.
He watched as his mother would take a sip of her fresh coffee as she cut some beautiful flowers to put on the table.
She adored flowers and took so much pleasure from growing and cutting them from her garden.
She would stroll around the garden,
Taking in all the different colors,
The different shapes and smells,
Enjoying each unique scent.
She would choose the flowers that called to her on that day,
Depending on what mood she was in.
And whichever she chose,
Her smile would always be beaming.
These smells were such a happy time for Harry,
Bringing back so many beautiful and special memories,
That the instant smell of any of these things would help him to feel calm,
Relaxed and at peace.
As he grew older,
Scents still brought him so much happiness and joy.
But life wasn't always easy.
He had struggles just the same as the next person,
Always thriving to be more successful,
Juggling family life versus time to explore his own passions.
So at nighttime,
When his day's work was done and the household chores were taken care of,
This was when he decided to put himself first and do something he loved.
He would climb into bed and take himself to his scented sanctuary.
And within minutes,
He would fall asleep as he climbed into bed that evening.
Restless and weary from another hard day,
He looked forward to imagining the sensory adventure he was about to embark on.
He closed his eyes and saw the sturdy wooden double doors.
Big,
Heavy doors that to many people probably looked intimidating and something to avoid.
But to Harry,
He knew that this was the entrance to his magical,
Fragrant place.
As he stepped forward and pushed the doors open,
He was instantly hit by the smell of lavender and visually greeted with a wash of purple fields.
A lavender was such a delicate and sweet smell,
Floral but herbal,
And a woody evergreen at the same time.
As he breathed in the scent,
A wave of relaxation washed over him,
Calming him,
Soothing him,
Relaxing him.
The aromatherapy had soothing effects on him and therapeutic qualities that helped him to reach a deep,
Peaceful slumber.
As he walked past the purple fields of lavender in his mind,
He slowly started to see colors of red,
White,
And pink,
And the smell of jasmine.
Roses and sweetpeas soon joined him.
These calming plants surrounded him with every step.
Through the garden was a little wooden hut in the middle of a striking forest.
The pungent aroma of the woods was carried by the prickly needles of tall conifer trees and the small odorous cones that were clinging on for dear life.
Trees surrounded the hut and the air was filled with a smell that was undeniably evocative of previous winter holidays.
It was crisp,
It was sharp,
And it was spicy.
There was something so calming about this forest.
The stillness,
The quietness,
No sound apart from the rustle of the leaves he walked on,
Or the odd sound of a bird overhead.
This reminded him to be more present,
To appreciate this stillness,
The quietness.
Everything in this moment was good.
Nothing was needed of him,
Nothing to worry about at all.
This was his time,
His moment.
No one could disturb his special place.
Stillness wrapping its arms around him and guiding him inside the hut.
The hut was dimly lit.
The sandalwood and cedarwood scented candles adorned the tables,
Calming him more and more.
It was getting cold outside and he was grateful for the warm embrace of the hut.
He walked over to the fireplace and gently lit the fire,
Feeling the heat soothe his cold hands and feet.
He took a seat in the rocking chair next to the fireplace and watched,
Mesmerized as the orange,
Yellow and red flames danced to a rhythmical beat.
He couldn't take his eyes off the flames as they looked like silhouettes of ladies intertwining and twirling in sync,
Warmed by the glow of the flames.
The feelings of calm sweeping through him as he curled up in the chair.
He reached for a fur throw and laid it over his knees as he started to rock the chair slowly forward and then back again,
Breathing in the burning wood smell as the day's tension melted away.
Just as the wood was burning on the fire,
All his troubles and worries were also starting to disappear as he imagined throwing his worries into the fire and watching them dissolve.
With every worry melting away,
He could feel his body start to relax more and more,
His muscles releasing,
Feeling looser and longer as he let go of tension with every gentle sway of the chair,
Back and forth,
Rocking to and fro,
To and fro.
He could feel his stress levels decreasing and equanimity inviting him in.
His eyes tired from a long day,
Heavy from watching the flames dancing before him,
Began to close.
Comforted by his special place of safety,
His place of happiness and peace,
The sounds and smells that surrounded him almost like a huge blanket of love and tranquility.
His mind filled with happy thoughts and memories,
Not a concern to be had in his scented sanctuary.
Finally in front of the fire and surrounded by so many calming influences,
He drifted off into a deep,
Deep sleep.
The most restorative,
Rejuvenating and beneficial sleep.
The smells in the room absorbing into his body,
His scented sanctuary bringing him peace and serenity once again.
