Hello,
I'm Jennifer Cray,
And I'm going to tell you a bedtime story.
Find a comfy place to rest in.
It's time to settle down.
We'll begin by relaxing the body,
Your toes,
Feet,
Knees,
And legs.
Your hips,
Back,
And shoulders.
Your fingers,
Hands,
Elbows,
And arms.
Relax your neck,
Jaw,
Mouth,
Ears,
And eyes.
Place your tongue behind your front teeth into the hollow spot at the top of your mouth.
Breathe in and out of your nose.
Notice that with each breath,
You feel more calm.
Place your hands on your chest where your heart is,
And let it guide you to the place within you that is only yours.
The place where you are completely safe and secure.
The place where you belong.
No bad thoughts or words can enter here.
Nothing outside can come in unless you let it.
This is home,
Home,
Sweet home.
It has existed since you were born,
And it will stay with you always.
It's like a warm,
Cozy blanket carried with you since birth.
Each stitch weaved together with the yarn of you.
Familiar,
Warm,
And cuddly.
It's a place you can come to at any time.
All you need to do is bring your awareness to your breath.
Become calm,
And here you are.
It is from this place that imagined adventures can begin.
A launching pad into creativity and dreams,
Where anything is possible.
If you can imagine it,
It can happen.
In tonight's story,
There is a softly glowing,
Egg-shaped pod.
It rests in midair with the lid wide open.
Intuitively,
You approach it and jump in.
The lid slowly closes down,
Surrounding you inside its warm,
Cocoon-like snuggleness.
A gentle humming noise surrounds you.
It smells of everything nighttime.
The light changes from white to red,
And the pod smoothly descends.
The hum changes to lum-lum-lum-lum-lum.
Visions of red rumble before your eyes.
The warmth of the red Australian desert.
The beating of your heart.
The sunset over Uluru.
The ever-presence of your mother's love.
The light inside of the pod transitions from red to orange.
As the pod continues to dive down,
The hum changes to vum-vum-vum-vum-vum-vum.
Orange images are observed.
A fiery flame in a fireplace.
Surrounded by a mantelpiece made from burnt brown bricks.
The sun rising from behind the Himalayan mountains.
Warm sunsets reflecting off of cool,
Calm waters.
Smiling Buddhas sharing a joyful,
Creative moment with you.
The orange shifts into yellow as the pod continues its downward journey.
Humming along to rum-rum-rum-rum-rum.
Yellow visions begin to appear.
The bright,
Burning sun in the sky.
A strong,
Wild lion overlooking its territory.
Golden temples built for worship in India.
A determined scarecrow looking for courage.
As the descent continues,
Yellow transforms to green.
The sound changes to yum-yum-yum-yum-yum-yum.
Yum.
Green visions flash before your eyes.
Green leaves of trees planted over a hundred years ago.
Trees that lovingly observe many generations of humans within their lifetime.
A green woolen blanket knit with kindness.
Moss growing on steep,
Rocky paths.
A green love heart painted by a gifted,
Grinning girl.
Descending further down,
The green switches to blue.
The sound,
Hum-hum-hum-hum-hum-hum.
Sights of blue fill the pod.
The vast,
Wide ocean blue.
Blue ropes worn by singers in a joyful church choir.
The earth viewed from a spaceship above.
Fresh blueberries,
Juicy and ready for eating.
Baby king in a baby blue tuxedo singing the blues.
Still sliding down,
The blue blends into indigo.
The humming,
The universal vibration of om-om-om-om.
Images of indigo materialize.
The color just before the bottom end of the rainbow.
A beautiful pinkish purple.
An indigo light bulb that flicks on when ideas occur.
The crystal ball of a fortune teller.
A dark,
Stormy night full of wonder.
An inner knowing.
As the pod slows to a stop,
Indigo gives in to purple.
The last color of the rainbow.
The humming is now gone.
It's pure silence.
Purple pictures pop up.
The purple streaks of lightning striking the earth from above.
The purple wings of a butterfly fluttering by.
The dark sky,
Not black,
But purple.
Pointed with bright shining stars.
Mysterious with all of its emptiness and space.
The space from where creativity,
Images and dreams are born.
The stillness from which ideas happen.
Returning home to that safe and secure place inside of you.
Home,
Sweet home.
At once you feel familiar,
Calm,
Loved.
Notice with every breath you become calmer and more comfortable.
Wrapped in a cocoon of love.
You begin to drift off to sleep.
I'll count backwards from ten.
And by the time I get to one,
You will be asleep.
Ten.
Nine.
Ten.
Seven.
Six.
Two.
