Welcome,
Beautiful soul.
Find a place where your body can become completely comfortable.
And perhaps you are sitting with your beautiful aquamarine crystal resting gently in your hand.
Or over your heart.
Perhaps the delicate fragrance of jasmine essential oil is already filling the room.
Wrapping around you like the soft embrace of a warm summer evening.
Allow your eyes to close.
Not because you were shutting the world away.
But because you are opening the door to another one.
So take a long,
Slow breath in.
And the beautiful floral sweetness of jasmine drifts into your awareness.
And as you breathe out,
Imagine every little worry.
Every unfinished thought.
And every expectation floating away.
Like tiny feathers carried upon a gentle breeze.
Again breathing deeply.
And this time imagine your breath carrying with it the soft blue light of aquamarine.
Cold.
Gentle.
Peaceful.
It flows through your chest like calm water spreading across the surface of a lake.
And with every breath.
Your body begins to soften.
Your shoulders become lighter.
Your jaw relaxes.
And the muscles around your eyes melt away.
Your hands become wonderfully heavy.
And your breathing slows until it feels as though your whole body is breathing with the rhythm of the ocean itself.
Now imagine beneath your feet there is a warm silvery sand and you glance down.
It isn't ordinary sand at all.
Each tiny grain sparkles with the blue light of aquamarine.
Millions upon millions of tiny crystal fragments.
Shimmering beneath the light of a magnificent full moon.
And you smile to yourself.
I've never seen a beach quite like this.
And a wave rolls towards your feet.
Doesn't splash.
It just simply kisses the shoreline before retreating again.
Leaving delicate patterns of light dancing across the sand.
The ocean itself glows.
Not bright enough to dazzle your eyes,
Though.
Just enough that every ripple seems to carry liquid moonlight.
And as you begin walking along the shoreline,
You notice that your footsteps leave no marks.
Instead,
Wherever your feet touch the crystal sand,
Tiny white jasmine flowers bloom,
One after another.
Each blossom opens with a soft glow.
Releasing the most exquisite fragrance into the warm evening air.
A new pause.
Isn't that just magical?
It almost feels as though the island has been waiting especially for you.
The sea breeze wraps around you.
It carries salt,
Freshness,
The sweetness of jasmine.
And something else.
Of feeling.
A feeling of coming home.
Not to a place you've visited before.
But to a place your soul has always remembered.
And ahead to the winding trail of blooming jasmine.
Begins leading away from the shore.
Flowers seem almost playful.
Opening one by one as though encouraging you forward.
So curiosity rises inside you and you follow.
The pathway meanders through graceful white arches.
Woven entirely from flowering jasmine vines.
Tiny silver butterflies rest upon the blossoms,
Their wings sparkling like stardust.
And as you walk beneath each archway,
They gently lift into the air,
Circling around you before continuing deeper into the garden.
Oh,
I think I've decided.
You're one of them now,
You whisper with a smile.
The garden grows even more beautiful.
Crystal streams wind lazily between flowering trees.
Every leaf glows with a soft,
Emerald light.
The air hums with birdsong unlike anything you've ever heard.
Notes that seem to settle directly into your heart rather than simply your ears.
Ahead stands an enormous gate carved from translucent aquamarine crystal.
It rises high into the night sky,
Shimmering like frozen ocean water.
And as you approach,
It opens without a sound.
Almost as though it recognized you.
And beyond it lies the moon garden of the Crystal Sea.
The beauty steals your breath.
White marble pathways weave through endless gardens,
Overflowing with jasmine,
White roses,
Lilies,
And silver green herbs.
Crystal fountains send ribbons of water dancing into the air before they fall back into pools as smooth as polished glass.
The moonlight catches every droplet.
Turning the whole garden into a symphony of tiny stars.
In the center of the garden stands an ancient tree unlike any you have ever seen.
Its trunk is made entirely from aquamarine crystal.
And branches stretch wide across the sky.
And instead of leaves,
Thousands upon thousands of glowing jasmine blossoms bloom upon every branch.
The fragrance is almost beyond words.
Soft.
Warm,
Comforting.
Sacred.
And as you stand beneath the tree,
You hear footsteps approaching.
A woman appears.
Dressed in flowing robes,
The colour of the sea just before dawn.
Her long silver hair is woven with jasmine flowers and resting over her heart is the most magnificent aquamarine crystal you have ever seen.
Her eyes shine with infinite kindness.
My dear traveler,
She says softly.
Welcome home.
You're welcome here.
But welcome home.
And those two simple words seem to settle somewhere deep inside you.
And she reaches out her hand.
And without hesitation,
You take it.
Her touch feels warm.
Steady.
Reassuring.
And together you begin walking through the garden.
You know,
She says with a gentle smile.
People spend so much of their lives searching for themselves when the soul has never once been lost.
And you let those words settle.
The soul has never been lost.
She continues,
It has simply been waiting patiently.
For the mind to become quiet enough to hear it again.
And as you walk,
You notice pools of crystal clear water appearing throughout the gardens.
Each one reflects something different.
One reflects laughter.
Another reflects courage.
Another shows moments of kindness you've offered that you had completely forgotten.
You kneel beside one shimmering pool,
And instead of seeing your reflection,
You see yourself exactly as your soul sees you.
Whole.
Radiant.
Enough.
Not perfect.
Simply beautiful in your humanity.
And you feel something soften inside your heart,
Something you've been carrying for far too long dissolves into the water.
The guardian smiles knowingly.
Yes,
She whispers.
It was time to put that burden down.
And she leads you onward to a magnificent waterfall,
Cascading from high above the gardens.
The water sparkles like liquid aquamarine.
And this,
She says,
Is the water of truth.
And you step beneath the waterfall.
You expect cold,
But instead the water is warm and silken.
And every droplet carries peace.
As it flows over your head,
Your shoulders,
Your heart and your hands,
Every harsh word you have ever spoken to yourself begins washing away.
Every doubt.
Every comparison.
Every fear of not being enough.
The water carries them effortlessly back into the great crystal ocean where they dissolve into pure light.
The Guardian smiles.
You were never meant to carry those.
And as you emerge from the waterfall,
You feel lighter.
Brighter.
It's as though you've remembered something wonderfully important.
The path now leads to a circular marble pavilion overlooking the glowing sea.
There,
Wading upon a pedestal,
Rests a delicate circlet woven from fresh jasmine blossoms,
Silver vines and tiny aquamarine crystals.
And the Guardian lifts it gently.
This is not a crown of power,
She says.
It is a crown of remembrance.
And she places it upon your head.
Instantly your heart chakra begins glowing with soft emerald and rose light.
Opening like a flower greeting the dawn.
A moment later,
A stream of clear blue light rises to your throat chakra.
Filling it with calm confidence,
Compassion and truth.
You suddenly understand that speaking honestly is the best.
Doesn't have to mean speaking loudly.
Real truth is gentle.
Kind.
Clear.
Just like flowing water.
And the Guardian smiles as though hearing your thoughts.
Exactly.
She's his.
Together you walk towards the edge of the sea.
The ocean has become perfectly still.
It reflects every star above until you cannot tell where heavens end.
And water begins.
Walk,
She says.
And you place one foot upon the surface,
And instead of sinking,
The sea becomes solid crystal beneath your feet.
With every step,
Circles of soft blue light spread outward across the water,
Carrying blessings far beyond the horizon.
The Guardian speaks one final time.
Whenever life becomes noisy.
Return here.
When your heart feels heavy.
Return here.
When you forget how beautiful you truly are,
Return here.
This garden will always bloom within you.
And you look back one final time.
And the ancient aquamarine tree glows beneath the moon.
The jasmine blossoms dance gently in the breeze.
The crystal fountains continue singing their timeless songs.
And you realize this place isn't disappearing.
It has become part of you.
And slowly you begin walking back along the shimmering shoreline.
The fragrance of jasmine still lingers around you.
The waves whisper softly at your feet.
The aquamarine sand glows beneath the first delicate colours of dawn.
And with every step back towards waking life,
You carry the gifts of this sacred place within you.
Calm mind.
An open heart.
A truthful voice.
And the certainty that,
Like the jasmine flower,
You never needed to force yourself to bloom.
You simply needed to trust your own seasons.
And now take a slow,
Gentle breath in.
Feel the peace of aquamarine flowing through you like a calm ocean.
Breathe out and let the sweet fragrance of jasmine remind your heart that beauty often unfolds gracefully and exactly when it is meant to.
Begin to notice the surface beneath you once more.
The gentle rhythm of your breathing.
The room around you.
Perhaps you wiggle your fingers and your toes.
And when you feel ready,
Slowly open your eyes.
Carry the Moon Garden of the Crystal Sea with you today.
For it is no longer a place you have visited.
It is a sanctuary that now lives within your own heart.
And whenever you hold your aquamarine crystal,
Breathe in the delicate fragrance of jasmine,
Or simply pause long enough to listen to the wisdom within.
The gates of that enchanted garden.
Will open once more.
Waiting.
To welcome you home.
So it is.
Namaste.
