Some nights,
Your soul just needs a place to land,
A moment to breathe,
A soft voice to remind you that it's okay to let go now.
The world asks so much of you,
But not here,
Not now.
This space was made for your rest,
For your healing,
For your return to peace.
Welcome,
Beautiful soul.
I am Lisa Watley,
And I'll be your guide tonight.
Together,
We'll slip out of the weight of the day and into the arms of the moon,
Where everything inside of you is allowed to soften,
To quiet,
And to simply be.
You don't have to do anything but listen.
Just rest.
You've done enough for today.
Now let the world fall away.
It's time to rest and receive.
Now let's begin.
You've made it.
You're here,
At the threshold of rest,
Where the day melts away,
And the healing world of night welcomes you home.
So begin by finding the most comfortable position,
Letting your body be held by your bed,
Your blankets,
And the quiet hush of the evening.
Take a slow,
Gentle breath in,
And let it go with a soft sigh.
There is no need to hold on now.
No need to carry anything with you.
This is your time.
A soft light flickers at the edge of your mind's eye,
And the air around you begins to shimmer.
You are entering a space between worlds,
Where dreams are formed and healing flows with ease.
Tonight,
We call upon the moon,
The gentle guardian of the night sky,
The silver mother who lights our inner tides.
She is rising for you,
And so the journey begins.
You find yourself standing at the edge of a quiet forest glade.
The air is cool and fragrant with moon-blessed blossoms.
A soft mist curls around your feet,
And above you,
The moon hangs low and full,
Radiant,
Serene,
And glowing with silvery-blue light.
The stars blink slowly,
As if winking to welcome you.
A path of soft,
Pale stones winds its way through the trees,
Each step inviting you deeper into calm.
You walk barefoot,
And with every step,
Your body begins to release,
Worry,
Tension,
The leftover fragments of the day.
With each step forward,
Notice.
Notice how you feel lighter,
Softer,
More at ease.
Noticing now,
A cool breeze brushes your cheek,
Whispering messages of comfort that only the moon understands.
You are safe.
You are held.
Beautiful soul,
You are exactly where you are meant to be.
Ahead,
Nestled between the trees,
Is a small,
Moonlit clearing.
At its center,
Floats a glowing bed,
Gently rocking above the mossy ground,
Like a cradle suspended in light.
It's made of moonlight and softness,
Blankets woven from starlight,
Pillows filled with gentle clouds.
You can feel the pull,
An invitation to rest.
So you eagerly climb onto the bed,
And instantly,
Your body sighs in relief.
Notice how the moment you lie down,
The entire world hushes.
The floating bed begins to rise slowly,
Gently,
Carried by invisible currents of healing energy.
Up through the canopy of trees,
And into the sky.
You are ascending,
Floating higher and higher,
Closer to the moon herself.
She is waiting for you.
As you rise through the velvet night,
You pass through layers of healing light.
First,
The silver layer.
It wraps around you like silk.
It soothes your nervous system,
Slows your heartbeat,
And begins to quiet the endless thoughts that try to hold on.
Let go,
It whispers.
Let me hold you.
You breathe in silver,
And exhale what no longer belongs to you.
Letting go of the stories,
The pressure,
The loops.
Next comes the blue light,
Soft as ocean mist.
It flows over your chest and belly,
Your shoulders and back.
This is the light of truth,
Of peace.
It quiets your inner critic,
Releases the armor around your heart,
And allows you to just be.
You are not here to strive.
You are not here to prove.
You are here to rest.
And as the blue light moves through you,
A feeling of deep stillness begins to take root.
Now you're drifting even higher,
Through clouds kissed by moonlight.
The moon is so very close now.
She's enormous and glowing.
And as you approach her,
You feel her energy wrap around you,
Like a blanket,
Luminous,
Maternal,
Timeless.
You realize she is not just above you,
She is within you.
Her rhythms are your rhythms.
Her stillness,
Your stillness.
Her light,
Your light.
You are now resting in her arms,
Your floating bed gently cradled in the curve of her crescent.
And from this place,
Time dissolves.
There is only softness,
Only healing,
Only love.
The moon begins to hum,
A low,
Melodic vibration that you feel in your bones.
It is not a song made of words,
But a frequency of deep peace.
She is singing to your soul.
As her lullaby flows into your body,
You begin to feel every part of you soften.
Your forehead,
Your jaw,
Your shoulders,
Your chest,
Your belly,
Your hips,
Your legs,
Your feet,
All relaxing,
All releasing,
All remembering what it feels like to rest deeply,
Fully,
Freely.
And now,
The moon sends down a ray of healing light directly into your third eye.
It's cool and luminous and opens a portal to dream.
You feel your body getting heavier while your spirit feels lighter.
The boundary between sleeping and waking begins to blur.
You are drifting.
Before you fully cross into sleep,
The moon offers you a gift,
A small orb of glowing moonstone appears in your hand.
This orb contains all the healing energy that you receive tonight.
It also holds wisdom,
Intuition,
And peace,
Available to you anytime you need it.
You tuck the moonstone close to your heart and instantly feel a pulse of love move through your chest.
You are protected.
You are seen.
You are loved.
The moon whispers,
Sleep child of starlight,
Let the burdens of the world fall away.
I will hold them.
You are safe to let go.
You are safe to dream.
And with those final words,
You begin to descend.
Slowly,
Gently,
Your floating bed gliding downward through the sky,
Back through the layers of light,
Soft lavender mist,
Blue,
Yellow,
Silver.
You descend into deeper sleep with every breath until your floating bed arrives once more in the clearing,
Where everything is still and quiet.
You are back in the natural world,
But not the same.
You are lighter now,
Healed,
Reset.
The bed lowers itself onto the mossy ground,
But you stay resting,
Your body still,
Your breath slow,
Your spirit tucked into dreams.
As you drift deeper into sleep,
You are wrapped in the moon's embrace.
She is with you through every phase.
She watches over your dreams.
She pours healing light into your cells,
Mending what is tired,
Restoring what was depleted.
Now your mind floats,
Your breath deepens,
Your heart is soft,
Your sleep is sacred.
You are no longer listening to this voice,
You are moving beyond the words,
Drifting,
Drifting into the healing silence,
The stillness of stars.
You are sleeping deeply with the moon's energy,
You are awake,
You are loved,
You are home.
Good night beautiful soul and sweet dreams.
