Moonlit Wishes: The Witches Cottage Bedtime Story

Escape the modern world in this timeless magical story for sleep that brings us to a witches' cottage in the heart of an enchanted forest. Tonight's visit is meant to celebrate you with moments of self-love and self-care in the light of a full moon.

Thoughtful surprises and enchanting encounters arranged by the three healing witches connect you with the magic that defines your unique essence. Experience a night of blissful festivities and connect with your playful inner child in this cozy cottage. It's time to dream away.

Transcript

In tonight's story,

It's time to celebrate you as you fall asleep with this cozy bedtime story for grown-ups.

You're listening to Moonlit Wishes at the Witch's Cottage,

A sleepy story set in an enchanted forest.

Visit three witches on the night of a full moon and experience deep healing with a party in your honor.

Thoughtful surprises and enchanting encounters connect you with the magic that defines your unique essence.

Revel in the tranquil celebration of self-love and rediscovery on a moonlit night in the witch's haven.

Open yourself to the limitless,

Shape-shifting powers of your imaginative spirit as you settle and get cozy.

It's time to dream away.

Welcome to Michelle's Sanctuary.

I am Michelle,

Your sleepy muse,

Who you may imagine is a fairy of dreams,

Connecting you to your inner child as you step into this beguiling odyssey.

Visualize the sound waves of my voice undulating around you,

Creating a barrier from anything that disrupts your peace.

These sound vibrations clear any thoughts or feelings that could interfere with the sweet escape you've earned.

Commend yourself for making it through another day.

Never forget the liberty you have to change any details as we proceed,

Personalizing the story to fit your beliefs and wishes.

A sleep story should feel like a dream where you craft the creative landscape.

Unbound by constraints,

You drift far from the ordinary realms of your waking existence.

Embrace an infinite trust in yourself to find inner peace as you gracefully bend the boundaries of reality so every moment in this dreamlike journey becomes whimsical,

Soft,

And inspiring.

Before we arrive at the Witch's Cottage,

We are going to create distance from the happenings of today with a series of conscious breaths.

Go at your own pace,

Easing into the support of your bed and the sanctuary of your room and mind.

Each breath shall cater to a personal wish.

No need to overthink this,

Simply welcome the first ideas that come to you.

Imagine you are transported to an enchanted forest.

Feel the crisp night air on your face.

Smell the earth,

Wildflowers,

And dewy moss.

Feel the possibilities as you see three candles on a rustic table fashioned from a tree stump,

Sitting in the heart of the forest.

Approach the table,

Taking your time,

As you release any ideas that disrupt the magic of the moment and leave you in doubt.

Inhale slowly,

Sip in the air that teems with the intrigue of adventures to come.

As you exhale,

Purse your lips together and blow out the first purple taper candle in an antique bronze holder.

Make your first wish as the candle flickers and then goes out.

As a smoke trail spirals toward the sky,

You inhale once more with purpose,

Imagining your lungs begin to shine like the moon,

Full of healing fresh air that renews them.

The second candle is short and fat,

A deep shade of indigo with glittery golden specks.

Blow out through your lips,

Stronger than the last time,

As you make your second wish.

It could be a wish for the evening,

It could be a wish that will have everlasting effects that bring you bliss and fulfillment.

When you are ready,

Inhale again,

Making this the deepest breath you have taken since we began.

As your lungs inflate,

You are filled with hope and the promises of wishes fulfilled.

Blow out the final candle in the shape of a crescent moon.

The burning wick dances in the night air.

You exhale with one final conscious breath,

Making this wish with your feet rooted in the earth,

Feeling as strong and resilient as the ancient tree that resides within the forest.

Feel the entire forest conspire with you,

From the lady in the moon to the fairies that come out to play once twilight arrives.

Know that every moment spent in the spellbinding woodlands exists to support your growth and journey.

With that,

It's time for the story to commence.

If one were to envision the perfect night in the enchanted forest,

It just may be this very night.

The air is damp and slightly cool.

A soft breeze carries the majesty of a low-lying silvery blue mist that floats like dreamy gossamer over the forest floor.

The dark brown earth is enhanced by patches of emerald moss with iridescent dewdrops reflecting the light of a full moon.

The sky is clear beyond the lush foliage of white birch trees and fireflies dance in the dust of fairies whose presence is felt.

Though they are nowhere to be seen,

Your journey is never complete.

Without a visit from the wise red fox,

But for once,

He doesn't meet you along the path.

You are left alone in the beauty of the night,

Wandering along an abundant stream fed to its brim from winter's thaw.

You feel deeply at peace,

As if there is a warm anchor in your heart center,

Connecting you to a deep sense of love and gratitude.

Rather than feeling the heaviness of anxiety wearing you down like a weight on your chest,

You feel an openness and deep connection to the mystical world around you.

This loving anchor conjures a surprising sense of lightness.

As you inhale,

The transformative night air.

Everything in the forest takes on a sheen or prismatic glow in the opal moonlight,

Revealing glittering wonders around every shadowy bend.

You step over the clusters of vibrant red-orange and dark-purple mushrooms,

Recalling the mysteries of the forest flora and the healing powers the witches utilize with precision and reverence for them.

Filled with wonder,

You have come here enough times to know that everything in this forest has a special power and purpose,

If not many.

Your recent visits to their cottage have been spontaneous,

Often instigated by you.

But this journey is much like early on,

When you received a cordial invitation from the witches themselves.

This time,

The invite arrived in an ornate envelope with two layers.

The outermost black paper was cut like lace to reveal a shiny sapphire paper below.

Sealed with gold wax,

The invitation felt heavy in your hands,

Traveling through time and space to leave sparkling gold dust within your mailbox.

The handcrafted envelope had a smell to it.

Somehow it captured the aromas in nature that bring you the greatest joy,

Permeating the air as you went to a place in your home where you could sit and properly read it.

The stationery was so thick that you relied on a letter opener or knife to carefully slice through it.

The card within was so thoughtfully designed,

Inscribed with elegant cursive,

Inviting you to come visit the witches for a celebration.

There was an air of mystery to the message,

Insisting you were to simply show up promptly at nine on the night of the next full moon.

And strangely,

The date of this gathering happened to coincide with your birthday.

As you venture through the forest,

Perhaps there is a part of you that wants to believe the witches just know it's your birthday.

In that way,

Everyone deep down may long for their presence and birth to be appreciated.

But the part of you that remains humble,

Or sometimes may feel unworthy,

Gives you pause,

As it does in any human soul from time to time.

And if there's one thing time has proven to you,

The witches are always there to remind humankind of their worth and value and butterfly effect on the world and universe.

These thoughts form a seesaw in your mind as you continue along the familiar path to the witches' cottage,

Listening as the songs of crickets and frogs give praises to the night.

As you look at the starry sky once more,

As the moon appears brighter and larger than before,

Surely it must be a supermoon.

And dangling from it on a lunar swing is the enchantress of the moon.

Her graceful toes reach for the stars as she swings back and forth,

Looking down lovingly as you travel beneath the willowy shadows of the trees.

She shines the moonlight a bit brighter,

Directly on the path to the witches' cottage.

It's strangely quiet for an allegedly celebratory night.

You see the witches' cottage in the clearing and peer beyond the knotty wood fence and into the windows.

The juniper logs shine in the dim glow of flickering candles.

From a distance,

It appears as though the witches may have settled for the night.

You can often hear their conversations and laughter when you open the squeaky knotty wood gate into the gardens.

Tonight,

The only sound you hear is your own breath.

A part of you questions if you misunderstood.

Perhaps you confused the date or time or even the moon.

Or maybe the witches have some other ritualistic celebration in mind.

For all you know,

It could be a silent meditation.

You ascend the creaking steps to the porch.

And wrap your fingers around the cool cast-iron knocker to wrap on the door.

You hear a quiet shuffle inside.

And then the faint voice of Korra,

The youngest witch,

Who welcomes you by name and tells you to come in.

It may be quiet,

And the cottage may seem dim,

But there is a kinetic energy that is palpable just as you grab the ancient engraved doorknob and open the door into the foyer.

As you step indoors,

There is a burst of vibrant light.

As a dozen fairies shine their brightest,

And the three witches stand together and cry out,

Surprise!

The red fox runs across the room with a hand-stitched banner embroidered with the words,

Happy Birthday and your name.

Your beloved fluffy tortoiseshell cat chases the fox,

Batting at the banner in play.

But even in the full glory of their praises and smiling faces,

It takes a moment to process that all this was planned for you.

The rustic farmhouse table is adorned with a cornucopia and a five-layered cake that rises so high from a rose quartz cake stand that it nearly graces the bottom of the candelabra chandelier.

Broad silk ribbons in your favorite colors are strung across the exposed wooden beams.

Your cat gives up on the banner upon realizing you've arrived,

And runs over to rub against your legs,

Inviting you to pick her up.

You oblige,

Holding her soft purring body against your heart,

Welcomed by her warmth,

A true contrast to the night air of the forest.

You feel so loved and comforted,

Struck by the magnificent yet simple sensation that you've returned home.

Carla's dress brushes the wooden planks of the floor,

Catching and reflecting the light from its satin embellishments as she walks over to you.

She holds a woven box wrapped in a velvet ribbon and made fancy with dried sprigs of your birth flower.

Her sisters Cora and Ava follow suit as the three approach you with a group hug,

Wishing you a blessed birthday.

Your favorite kitty leaps from your arms onto the wooden floor,

Having had enough of the embrace.

A chorus of laughter ensues,

But it's the fox who laughs the loudest.

The witches encourage you to open the gift,

And so you untie the lush ribbon.

It slips through your fingers and gracefully drifts to the floor in suspended animation.

You lift the top of the box,

And an aura of light appears,

Revealing a folded piece of parchment paper with fibrous textures.

With a fibrous texture and wavy edges,

It's the hue and pattern of a white birch tree.

You unfold it to reveal your birth chart,

Created by the three witches with their divine insights and interpretation.

Carla expresses the chart will help you understand your unique cosmic makeup,

Strengths,

And challenges.

Tonight,

She explains,

Is a celebration to foster a deeper connection with the significance of your birth.

She explains that no matter how you may feel about your birthdays of yesteryear,

And those yet to come,

There is profound significance in honoring the day you stepped into the human realm.

And tonight,

She says,

We celebrate you.

The fairies flutter about the room,

Filling the air with glimpses of past birthdays in hologram form.

You see yourself from day zero until now,

And in this collection of you,

The milestone birthdays,

The birthdays that surprised you,

The birthdays that perhaps weren't what you hoped they would be,

All come together like a kaleidoscope.

Collectively,

The moments become beautiful together,

Dancing in the sweet,

Healing air of the witch's cottage.

As you observe your birthdays gone by,

You walk through the holograms,

Suddenly transported through time with each one.

But as an observer,

With a bird's eye view,

It feels as though you are watching a movie,

Revealing a whole story.

Seeing yourself as a toddler,

As a child throughout the years that you learned how to be in this world,

You feel compassion for your younger selves.

In the healing haven of the witch's cottage,

These three powerful beings have given you the greatest birthday gift of all,

An appreciation for the gift of life.

You feel a sense of resilience,

Knowing that no matter the lens you choose to look at life through,

And no matter the twists and turns that brought you here,

You have made it through them all.

And this is a fact,

Unswayed by sentiment,

Overthinking,

Judgment,

Or self-doubt.

The permanence of this fact opens your heart to a level of deep appreciation for your body,

Evolving and growing,

And keeping you alive even when you weren't noticing.

Cora and Ava come to your sides,

Linking their arms with yours at the elbow.

Pure love comes from these dear friends,

Their eyes shining on you,

Reflecting all the wonderful things they recognize in you.

Carla joins them and says,

There's no room for modesty tonight.

Humankind does far too much judging and criticizing and belittling,

And all that does is snuff out the magic within.

We're gonna let that magic shine tonight.

The fairies get the celebration in full swing,

Toasting sparkling bubbly drinks.

Carla goes to an old Victrola,

And as the needle lands on the spinning vinyl,

You can see the sound waves appear in the air,

Sparkling crests and troughs of color adding vibrance to your birthday party.

There's a dreamy quality to the movements of everyone,

As one of your favorite uplifting songs plays throughout the ancient home.

Moonlight pours through the windows,

Filtering through a skylight in a thatched roof,

As the witch's forest neighbors gather on the dewy grass outdoors,

Drawn in by the melodic incantations of modern music,

And the joyous energy that emanates from the cottage.

The witch's horses enjoy a spontaneous moon dance,

As the fox's family arrives,

And the doors to the cottage spring open.

The nocturnal beings approve,

Wondering why every night couldn't contain such festivities.

Within the cottage walls,

The dance ensues in a healing circle of splendor until the song comes to an end.

As the music fades,

An out-of-breath Carla reveals there is one more surprise before the lighting of the cake.

She gathers your birth chart,

And certain parts of it begin to glow,

Innately lighting up parts of your body with warm,

Loving sensations.

Your heart feels full and content,

Your lips turn up in an involuntary smile,

And as these feelings are enlivened,

Carla reminds you of the souls throughout your journey who influenced,

Inspired,

And loved you into being.

Perhaps these are souls you have longed to reunite with.

Perhaps they are souls you never met in the physical realm.

Ava asks if you are ready for this final surprise,

Her face alight with curiosity and wonder.

You know the witches are always in tune with your deepest yearnings,

And come with encouragement and compassion.

You trust them infinitely,

For they are always motivated by love,

Peace,

And healing.

You nod and smile,

And the front door of the cabin flutters until it swings open once more into the night.

Amidst the gathering of enchanted forest dwellers,

The silvery blue mist rises theatrically,

Swept by the wind,

And in the enduring pearly light of the moon,

You see the faces of souls you would most want to arrive and celebrate you.

In this mystical land,

All challenges or shortcomings evaporate,

And only the most beautiful memories and connections prevail.

Whoever shows up for you in this moment is someone you yearn to connect with.

And remember the parts of you they brought to light,

They helped you fully live,

And feel the most wonderful connections a soul can have.

They may be human,

They may be animals,

Or maybe it's simply the one person,

More than anyone,

You would like to invite into the Witch's Cottage for this single night of celebration.

Your surprise guest or guests ascend the stairs,

Coming into this sacred place where magic lives eternally.

Carla and Ava carry the cake.

The weight of the rose quartz stand and the heft of the five-layer dessert require them both.

Core lights tall skinny candles that shoot off gold and silver sparks.

As everyone joins in song to wish you a happy birthday,

The Witch's long jewel-toned gowns swish across the creaking floorboard as their voices sing out,

And you face the candles to make your wish.

They stand and pause,

The cottage becomes still and quiet before the shooting candle sparks.

And you gather the fragrant night air into your lungs.

You luxuriate in this moment as time feels like it stands still,

And you consider the wish you will make on this birthday.

And as your mind shuffles through a deck of scenarios,

Of longings and passions that still stir in your heart and mind,

The holograms of birthdays past and now birthdays to come dance around you in translucent orbs the size of Christmas baubles.

And then all versions of you come together,

Led by your highest self.

The self the Witches seem to always know and understand.

Sometimes it seems better than you do.

And with the strength of all versions of you,

Looking out for the best path forward,

You make your wish and blow out the candles.

The fairies clap,

Spreading rainbow fairy dust throughout the ambient light of the juniper cottage.

All doubts fade away as you open yourself to the possibilities to come.

But for tonight,

You simply enjoy the gentle flow of conversation and reverberating waves of love that come your way.

You spend time with your special guests,

Reminiscing about the moments you hold dearest,

Seeing these memories come to life in the rich gold flames in the stone hearth.

In the cottage,

Thoughts have the power to theatrically come to life,

Their imagery playing out in flames,

Floating orbs,

And libations.

Come midnight,

After the cake has been had,

And dancing fades into comfortably lounging in the Witches overstuffed chairs and sofa,

Carla begins a midnight tea service.

Guests are offered different leaves and sprigs to create the perfect tonic for sleep and dreams.

Cora explains how she loves to celebrate birthdays,

For every milestone reminds her to consider her own wishes for herself.

And of course,

The ones she has for others.

For you,

On your birthday,

She wishes that your heart keeps the exuberance of youth,

No matter the scars or heartache along the way,

That you always choose love.

Carla raises her cup of tea and says,

May the moon light your path and its gentle glow guide you through the coming years,

Offering clarity and insight in times of uncertainty.

When it's Ava's turn,

She wishes you find enchantment in the everyday happenings,

Never losing sight of the presence of magic in every moment,

Even in the boring routines.

Your beloved guests wish that you may always remember your fondest moments together,

And that they outshine all other memories.

The festivities easily transition into a gentle close,

No words left unsaid,

No love left unshared.

The mystical beings who graced your party,

From fairies to sprites,

Fade into the night,

Their laughter and song echoing in the misty air.

Nocturnal neighbors take refuge in their wooded dwellings,

And your surprise visitors wish you good night in their tender,

Unique ways,

Promising to remain present in your mind when you need to feel their love and encouragement.

You make your way to the alcove above the witches' parlor.

The warm glow of candles,

Casting a soft illumination.

Nestling into the bed beneath a quilt,

You are greeted by the comforting presence of the fluffy tortoiseshell cat,

Purring softly as she settles beside you.

The full moon peers through the skylights,

Bathing the room in its ethereal light.

Amidst the many pillows behind you,

You discover an intricately embroidered pillow that bears your name and the simple yet profound message,

You are magic.

The words resonate deeply,

Casting a final spell of warmth and reassurance over the evening's enchantments.

Your eyes are so heavy that you no longer resist their desires to close out the world and draw within.

The witches,

Too,

Retire to their chambers.

Their quiet movements in the cottage blend with the distant songs of night creatures.

Through the cracked window,

A gentle breeze carries the scent of herbs and earth,

Accented by the aroma of dewy grass and the fresh stream.

The rhythmic purring of your cat influences the tempo of your breath as it slows down and becomes deeper.

Moonlight dances across the room,

Creating patterns that dance in tandem with your dreams about to launch.

Slowly,

You surrender to the wonders of the night and the witch's cottage,

Feeling safe and brimming with gratitude that flows beneath the bridge to your sleeping life.

Finding enchantment,

Finding happiness,

Finding serenity,

Finding sleep.

It's time to dream away.

Reviews

Love visiting the witches cottage, I feel so relaxed here thank you xx

This just might be your masterpiece, I needed it so badly. It was perfect thank you.

That was excellent. This was up there with the best stories. Loved the story. NAMASTE