8h An Inner Voyage To Deep Rest
With love, I wrote this 8-hour meditation as a gentle, reassuring presence to guide both body and mind toward rest. You will discover a story written just for you, a deep and delicate journey. At the heart of this softness, a cat offers its affectionate purring. Its frequency moves like an ancient cradle song. The brain recognizes this sound instinctively: it slows, it attunes. Each vibration speaks an old, familiar language—everything is safe, you can rest. This meditation offers, supports, and wraps you in care. It stays with you throughout the night, so that even brief awakenings are welcomed with calm and tenderness. From my whole heart, I am here with you.
Transcript
Welcome to the Peaceful Night program,
8 hours to simply rest and sleep.
I'm Florence Lamouret and I have the joy of dedicating my activities to peace and gentleness.
Sharing what I know how to do,
I invite you to settle in exactly as you please.
You can move whenever you want to adjust your position.
Cover yourself,
Uncover yourself,
Fully extend your legs,
Arms and fingers.
You can move exactly as you wish.
I'm happy to accompany you as you fall asleep and share a story.
I've created this story from my heart and I've based this story on my own experience.
This story is a gift from the bottom of my heart.
This is the story of Elio.
Elio lived in a village nestled in the very spot where the seasons seemed to waver.
Elio was a cartographer.
He loved to draw roads and paths,
Indicating elevation changes,
Ridges and valleys.
He used soft,
Delicate colors,
Applying them with watercolors with great care and fineness.
Oh,
How beautiful his map were!
He was renewed for the precision of his maps,
For those who like to know their ways,
For those who like to know exactly where they would encounter along the way.
He was admired for those who loved the beauty of his subtle nuances.
Elio was among the world's greatest geographers.
He received information from his fellow geographers and compiled the experience of hikers,
Motorists and the land survivors.
His ability to synthesize all this information was praised by his colleague.
His colleague could see that Elio had an innate sense of space,
A little something that can't be learned.
Elio never left his house now.
But in the past,
Elio had traveled,
Traveled,
Traveled,
Traveled.
Thanks to his innate sense of space,
A part of him knew the way,
Even if he had never been to a particular place.
As a child,
People said he had a perfect sense of direction,
And he was so admired by those around him.
So,
Quite naturally,
He studied geography and cartography.
He shared his way of designing maps of representing space throughout the world,
And everywhere he went,
Everywhere he went,
Everywhere he went,
A great sense of well-being spread.
An extremely pleasant feeling for everyone,
The feeling of truly being where one belongs.
Through his presence,
His work and his maps,
Elio spread gentleness,
Relaxation and the tranquility of being in one's place.
One day,
Through around the age of 35,
I think,
Or maybe 32,
I don't have the exact information,
One day,
While he was accompanying a group,
Japanese I think,
No,
No,
European,
I don't remember,
Yes,
Yes,
It was in Tanzania.
Yes,
It's coming back to me,
It was in Tanzania.
The group wanted to see the world from above,
Wanted to see the world from Kilimanjaro,
On the Kilimanjaro.
The group was extremely proud to be with such a geographer,
Such a cartographer.
Everyone felt so comfortable,
So at ease.
What a wonderful feeling,
What relaxation,
What gentle simplicity.
As usual,
Elio found his bearing without the slightest effort.
As usual,
Elio was exactly at his place.
It happened all by itself,
He was exactly where he needed to be.
During this climb,
However,
Elio took the wrong path,
Nothing dramatic.
The group didn't even notice,
But Elio felt a very strange sense of guiltiness.
Everyone on the way down felt filled with immense tranquility.
Everyone breathed deeply and fully.
Everyone experienced the simple pleasure of feeling good,
Relaxed,
At ease,
Peaceful.
The group returned safe and sound,
Felt with a new sense of self.
But for Elio,
It was different.
Something inside him had remained there,
And since then,
He was terrified of losing control.
He was terrified of relinquishing his grip on reality.
He was terrified of taking the wrong path,
Of forgetting something,
Of making the wrong choices.
So,
Elio had chosen stillness.
He had lost his peace.
He explored the world from his desk,
Travelling by ink,
Curves and scales.
His map circled kingdoms and he stayed home.
One full moon night,
A little cat appeared at his door.
He took her in and simply named her Moon.
This little cat,
Who came from who knows where,
Towny like the golden hour so beloved by photographers.
You know,
That time of day when the sunlight is the warmest,
Softest.
This period when the sun is between 0° and 6° above the horizon.
That moment when the sun is adorned with a multiple of oranges,
Yellows and golds.
Moon's fur,
The little sweety cat,
Was all in shades of these colors.
Moon had a subtle gift.
Her purrs were unsoothing and relaxing.
Her purrs harmonized art.
Her purrs harmonized situations,
Times and ideas.
They set in motion what had become tense,
As if each vibration reminded in the body of its natural ability to regulate itself.
When Moon purred,
Elio rediscovered the pleasure of breathing without turning his breath.
When Moon purred,
Elio touched inner peace.
Moon was his guardian.
One autumn evening,
As the fire crackled quietly,
Someone knocked at the door.
A woman,
Maelis,
Stood here.
No one had seen her arrive.
She seemed to have taken a path unknown in the village.
She entered without asking,
As if the house had been waiting for her for a long time.
She placed an unfinished map on the table,
Its wide space ominously obscured.
This void is growing,
She said,
Her voice a mixture of anger and sadness.
If no one crosses it,
It will swallow all path and the possibility of finding one's place will be over.
I refuse to remain silent any longer.
The roads of the world are beginning to disappear.
You are the only one who can read them before they vanish.
Give me back the sweetness of sleep,
And that all has stolen from me.
Immediately,
Eliot fell his fear of making mistake,
Of taking an irreversible step,
Of losing his bearings.
He refused.
Maelis,
Don't argue.
She simply stroked Moon,
Who began to purr in a new way,
Deeper,
Almost vibrant.
Then,
Maelis disappeared,
Leaving her map behind.
In the following days,
Eliot tried to ignore the call.
But at night,
He dreamed of paths fading beneath his feet.
His desire grew deep himself,
Not the desire to go far away,
But the desire to stop shrinking.
He couldn't leave that map empty.
Looking at the map more closely,
He understood that the missing part began at the door of his own home.
Very quickly,
He felt that the goal was to cross the door of his control and trace the beginning of the path.
Moon was by his side,
Alternating between silence and purring.
Eliot felt all the support of his little Moon,
Faithful,
Attentive,
Gentle,
And present.
When he dubbed himself,
She would sit on his lap.
When he panicked,
As a sort of not knowing how to cross the void of the map,
She would purr,
Purr,
Purr,
Until Eliot's breath deeply,
Deepened,
Relaxed,
And calmed.
Then he could inhale,
Like that,
And exhale,
Like that.
Inhale,
And exhale,
Freely.
Eliot finally crossed the door.
The journey was strange.
Eliot crossed the door of his house,
Returned to his map,
And traced the path.
The simple movement was a series of trials.
But Eliot was confronted to his own fear.
His fear of making mistakes.
His fear of taking the bad way.
His thoughts kept criticizing him.
Come on,
It's not difficult,
You are exaggerating.
His thoughts kept looping.
You are not good enough to see that simple way.
Stay alert,
You have to control everything.
Moon perceived the constraining movement of his thoughts,
Refusing to let him relax.
Moon,
Readable his encouraging purrs,
Tells him you can't let go.
The path will unfold gently within yourself.
Eliot received the encouragement,
And felt Moon inviting him to relinquish control,
And return to the gentleness of his true self.
There was a fierce struggle in the choreographer's drawing table,
And Moon readoutbled her purring.
At a key moment,
In the heart of the map's wide space,
He understood that what he feared wasn't getting lost,
But transforming,
Letting go,
Surrendering to relaxation,
Rediscovering the simplicity of the path.
When he understood this,
Something shifted.
The outcome surprised even Eliot himself.
He conquered nothing.
He didn't forge a new path.
The path is stopped.
Fully.
Completely.
Totally.
Is stopped.
In the present.
And in this conscious pose,
Aware of his ability to move forward without knowing,
The roads reappeared.
The map was completed not through movement,
But through presence,
With all the nuances,
Colors,
And lines that Eliot knew so well.
The map reappeared completed.
Maelis reappeared.
A few days later,
Without saying a word,
She smiled at him,
Took the new completed map,
And resumed her journey.
She was now relaxed,
At peace.
Eliot had welcomed her sadness,
Her anger.
She could move forward gently,
Taking one step at a time.
Before leaving Eliot's house,
She looked at him with infinite tenderness.
Her request had been heard.
She knew she would keep the pouring in her heart.
She knew she would always be able to hear it deep within her heart.
Eliot,
Lune,
Maelis could now resume their respective paths.
They can now move forward and stop without freezing.
They can make room for the gentleness and relaxation of being fully in its peace,
Thanks to the pores of Lune.
Some sensations make others more diffuse,
And this balance evolves freely.
Rest organizes itself.
The body recognizes familiar territory and relaxation deepens.
