Welcome to Michelle's Sanctuary.
I'm Michelle,
Your guide,
And the voice I hope you come to know like a longtime friend.
Tonight's bedtime collection,
Sleep Easy with Rain,
Is a journey through five guided sleep meditations,
Each carried by the sound of rain.
Together.
They move through dreaming,
Release.
Emotional clearing.
Overthinking relief.
And comfort for your body and mind.
You're invited to drift through them in order.
Drift in and out however feels right for you as you approach the bridge to sleep.
There's nothing to do here.
It's nothing to get right.
Just allow yourself to rest.
And let each meditation meet you where you are.
The rain moves through each visualization.
You may find yourself slipping more deeply into rest or simply staying with a sound and letting it hold you.
So hunker down and snuggle up as this rainy night promises you the deepest sleep.
It's time to dream away.
Dreams in the rain,
The soothing raindrops guide you through a gentle body scan.
Using the cleansing power of the night storm.
To cleanse the weight of the day from every part of you.
And as you let go of your waking life.
Your sleep cycles lead you into your dreams.
In this REM state.
These tangible dream-rich rivers of rest.
Carry your mind through its most sacred work.
You make sense of the day.
In the many days before and to come.
You release what no longer serves you.
And carefully preserve the most significant memories.
The rain cleanses what is outside.
Your dreams renew what lives within you,
And by morning,
You may awaken feeling the way the world feels.
After a lovely spell of rain.
Clear,
Open and revitalized.
So snuggle up and surrender to the journey,
Whatever this day has brought or taken.
It's time to create a soft boundary.
Releasing yourself from the responsibility and care of tending to anything beyond your peace and comfort.
The world outside shifts and breathes with the rain.
Tapping at the roof.
Collecting in the bellies of flowers.
Stirring the leaves.
Turning pathways into silver streams.
Here within the sanctuary of your mind and your sleeping space,
You are completely safe.
The more you return here.
More easily you may slip into the sweet quietude of sleep.
Bring yourself as you are.
Simply lean into the present moment.
And let the rain do what it does so beautifully.
Wash everything clean.
The healing woven through this journey reaches you no matter what.
Your subconscious mind receives it.
Even as you dress.
Working gently and wisely on your behalf.
All through the night.
Embrace the rain as permission.
Permission to be formless for a while.
To go with the flow.
The way rain goes with the shape of the earth.
Always finding its path.
Always arriving exactly where it needs to be.
Listen to its soft cadence.
Find the pauses between the drops.
Just as you find the pauses between my words.
These tiny pockets of silence.
Are an invitation into stillness.
Those quiet spaces between the pattering.
A sleepy oasis wakes.
Cozy.
Warm and entirely yours.
The rain cleanses the world.
And tonight it cleanses you.
Together with sleep together with your dreaming mind.
These three sacred forces join to cradle you in the deepest serenity.
The rain brings clarity.
Clarity makes space for new insights and luminous dreams.
All that you carry.
That has grown heavy.
Gently resolved tonight.
Surrendered to the rain.
Carried downstream.
Give yourself the freedom to receive.
You are worthy of receiving.
You deserve every luxurious moment of rest.
And you may find more power in this single night of sleep than in any thought that dares to interrupt it.
Let the rain.
Carry it all away.
Draw your attention gently to your breath.
Just checking in.
Remembering the quiet power.
Your breath has always held.
As your eyes close.
As the outside world grows soft and distant.
Your inner world opens.
Like a room lit from deep within.
Make a sound as you sigh.
Releasing something.
That may be on the surface.
Or lingering deep within.
When you are ready.
Draw in a slow breath through your nose.
Wherever you like.
Filling your lungs until they expand.
As much as they comfortably can.
Give yourself the grace.
Take up all the space you deserve.
And exhale through your mouth.
In a long,
Generous sigh.
Add a yawn if that enhances everything.
As you sigh and yawn to your heart's content.
These sounds are signals.
Telling your body and your nervous system.
That release has begun.
And rest is welcome here.
Again inhale.
And exhale.
Your body softens with every breath choosing to breathe however you like.
The rain draws you closer.
With every drop.
A few thoughts may drift through.
As thoughts are known to do.
And how gently they pass now.
Watch them like rain.
Streaking down a window.
Each one tracing its path.
And dissolving into the stream below.
Collecting.
In a beautiful rippling puddle far away.
The grip of old heavy energy loosens.
Like the gates of a dam released on a rainy night.
And all access.
All that is done and finished.
Flows freely away.
You need not hold any of it anymore.
Allow yourself to drift.
And the rain's soft melody.
Floating down,
Down,
Down.
Into the deep pleasures of restoration.
The rain is your anchor tonight.
Reminding you how easy it is.
To surrender.
When the moment is this cozy.
And this complete.
In this state of comfort and safety.
Your imagination opens in the way a window opens.
To let in the night breeze.
To stir a little movement.
With its clean,
Circulating air.
You find yourself.
On a wide,
Sheltered veranda.
A warm alcove.
Opening on to your favorite setting in nature.
Snuggled on a daybed.
Dry and tucked beyond the open space.
Only the silver screens.
Between you.
And the rainy world beyond.
The roof above you catches the rain.
And its mesmerizing percussive beats.
Varying taps.
And the soft brush strokes.
Against a symbol completely sheltered.
The rain can't reach you.
But you can sense its cool mist with each breath.
The air is redolent.
With new beginnings.
And that lingering metallic hint.
Fresh water.
Like animals tucked in their hollows and caves.
You are tucked inside the storm.
Wrapped in its own.
Breathing its air living inside its music.
A soft breeze picks up.
Carried along by the leaf-shaped blades of ceiling fans in the veranda.
The air kisses your face.
As you snuggle beneath the quill.
Cool and alive.
The breeze carries the unmistakable sense of petrichor.
Ancient earthy sweetness.
That rises from the ground.
When rain meets dry soil.
For many living beings.
It has the smell of relief.
The fragrance of a long thirst.
That is finally answered.
Breathe it in slowly.
Something.
The very center of you loosens.
Without being asked to.
Broad dark leaves.
At the edge of the veranda.
Catch each drop.
Release it.
And a soft cascade.
The earth drinks it all in with patience.
Absorbing the rain at its own pace.
Streams form along the path.
And trace their silvery way into the dark.
Every surface glistens.
The rain falls and luminous silvery blue curtains.
Endlessly replenishing.
And lavishly generous.
Every drop.
Big or small.
A welcome invitation from the sky.
Donger down.
And draw inward.
And add knife.
It invites you to belong to yourself.
For these dreamy hours.
A delicious,
Heady feeling arrives.
As you begin to tune in to your body.
Allowing the rain to lead you on a body scan.
You draw into a deeper dreamier state.
With each count Hmm.
Gentle drumming sounds of the rain.
Massage your scalp.
As you feel the rhythm begin to resonate.
The very crown of your head.
Delicate arrival.
A slow beginning.
Nine.
The rain traces slowly down to your forehead.
Smoothing every line.
Dissolving the tightness of thought.
The quiet weight of the day's worries.
Your brows release.
Your eyes grow soft and heavy.
Resting deeply behind their lids.
The pitter-patter flows to your cheeks and your jaw.
Encouraging everything there.
To solve them.
Open.
Your lips part slightly.
Muscles of your face.
Grow pliable.
Peaceful.
Utterly rinsed.
Seven.
Wave of release.
Moves down your neck.
And your shoulders follow.
Softening.
Dropping.
Growing heavy with ease.
The rain coaxes the tension there.
Into something that can finally let go.
Snacks.
The rhythm flows into your arms upper arms elbows.
Forearms.
All the way into your hands and fingers.
Your palms open softly to receive.
Your arms sink deeper into the warmth of the bed beneath you.
Heavy.
And at peace.
Bye.
The rain reaches your chest.
Settling like silvery blue silk over your heart.
Your chest opens with every exhale.
Your heart receives.
Tenderness.
And the deep self-compassion.
That has been waiting for a moment.
Exactly like this one.
Four.
Gentle ripples move across your abdomen.
Peaceful ways.
You expand and contract.
In the most natural rhythm.
Their center grows light and clear.
Brain moving through it.
Like water through clean,
Smooth pebbles.
3.
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Feel the resonance travel into your hips and thighs.
Drawing tension away and downward.
Your legs grow heavy and grounded.
Completely supported.
By the earth beneath you.
Too.
The rain moves through your knees.
Hair caps.
Every muscle softening.
As it passes.
Your legs are still.
Surrender.
Resting in the peaceful arms of the night.
One.
At last,
The rain reaches your feet.
The very souls that carry you through a day.
The very tips of your toes.
And the webbed spaces between them.
Feel them soften completely.
Releasing the last of the day.
The ground below.
The earth receives it all.
Just like it receives the rain.
You are free.
Your whole body rests now.
Deeply surrender.
The way the earth rests beneath a blanket of cleansing rain.
And you are so beautifully in tune.
With how much softer.
How much more fluid?
And how much sleepier you feel.
Compared to only moments ago.
The rain is more.
Just water.
It is an intention.
Arriving with purpose.
It is a cycle of renewal.
It carries that specific frequency.
Every raindrop brings a subtle sound.
Arriving with a purposeful patter.
Frequency.
Sense as it clears the residue of worry from the air.
Washing away.
Accumulated weight of the day.
Preparing everything to be new by morning.
The rain falls without hesitation.
Without doubt.
Giving itself to the fall completely.
Landing wherever it lands.
There is such freedom in that.
Such ease.
And as you watch it You feel that ease move into you.
The brain does not resist the night.
Assembly falls and in falling.
It transforms everything it touches.
You do the same now.
Every raindrop holds a tiny luminous world.
Catching light.
Shimmering blue and silver for a breathless moment.
Then releasing into the stream below.
The sound layers beautifully.
The tin roof's percussion above.
Soft applause and the broad waxy leaves.
Of gutters at the corners.
The gurgle of water.
Finding its way across the earth.
Living orchestra.
Composed only for this moment Feel your eyes grow heavy with the beauty of it.
As your breath moves in the rhythm of the rain.
Deep and easy.
Full and slow you sink a little bit deeper.
To the support of the mattress.
Feeling the warmth and the weight of the bedding around you.
And even lower your eyes.
Heavier with each breath.
You let them scan the world once more.
The rain soaked night beyond you.
Is a dream already beginning.
Deep wave of sleepiness.
Moves through you now.
Sweet and irresistible.
Tide of slumber beginning to come in.
So safe and secure.
In this little nesting spot.
The special alcove.
Reserved for nights like this when you wish to feel more connected to the night.
To the rain.
And the awe-inspiring world beyond.
Your focus drifts.
The sound of the rain.
The warm pool of sleep.
A sweet,
Soft dance sometimes.
You hear each individual drop.
Other times.
It's only the whole.
The great silver rush.
Of it all at once.
Both reach you.
For the same deep comfort.
And the rain will play all through the night.
All the way through your dreams.
You sense something shifting now.
Quietly.
Completely.
You are crossing the threshold.
Body fully at rest.
Dreaming mind.
Beginning to stir into its own luminous light.
This is the beginning of the dream wash.
Your REM cycles deepen now.
Rich rivers of restorative sleep.
For the most sacred work.
Quietly unfold.
In your dreams tonight.
Your inner library is gently organized.
The day is sorted.
Within the nest.
Quiet wisdom.
All that is heavy and finished.
Blows away with the rain.
And what is worth keeping.
The safety.
The warm.
Freedom of fluidity.
Tenderly preserved.
Filed into the soft places of memory.
Where it will nourish you for years to come.
This is what your dreaming mind was made for.
Trust it tonight.
No matter the messages.
You may filter through the one.
You don't wish to hear or don't need.
Recognizing even in your dreaming life.
You carry the power to transform your experience.
But you may vibe.
Your dreams carry more wisdom.
More depth.
More awareness.
Than your waking thoughts at times.
So allow these affirmations.
Treat you as warm.
Absorbed the way the earth absorbs the rain.
Simply feel them melding with you.
Becoming one.
As the rain falls,
My mind sorts and softens.
Every image that arises in your dreams tonight.
Is your own self.
Arriving exactly the form that you need.
Every dream is uniquely yours.
You don't need to understand it.
You may glean from it.
Whatever you like.
But simply let it move through you.
With the fluidity of the rain.
And a gentle wash.
And now say.
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.
In my dreams.
I amending.
There are places in you that heal deepest in the dark.
In the quiet.
In the dream time.
Places that ask.
Only for permission.
And a little time.
Tonight.
You give them that permission and time.
The rain falls through them.
Like light filtering through stained glass.
Now you say.
I awake with a heart.
That has been washed clean.
Go slowly with ease.
Savoring each moment.
Each breath.
As you step into the luminous reign of your dreams.
Warm and silver.
Made of light as much as water.
Landscape where time moves like a wide river.
Where anything can be transformed.
Where every image is one step.
Toward a fresh start.
Or new understanding.
Perhaps the path you know.
Gleaming and new.
Perhaps a door opening into something you'd love to revisit.
Perhaps a version of yourself.
Standing in the silver rain.
With a childlike lead.
Clear-eyed and at ease.
Already home?
Rome is wherever you roam.
Follow where the dream takes you.
Every direction is the right direction.
In every direction.
Maybe redirect it.
At any point.
For you are the sanctuary.
Sanctuary that has always been here for you.
Waiting to receive you.
And you may begin to let go of my voice now.
Welcoming the sleep that laps at you.
Gentle,
Glistening rivers.
In dreamy ripples and waves.
The rain carries on.
Your trusted companion all through the night.
Carrying you deeper into rest.
With every drop.
The rain cleanses.
Sleep restores.
Your dreams renew.
As the rain falls,
Your mind soars.
And softens.
In your dreams,
You are mending.
You wave with the heart that has been washed clean.
And as the rain falls,
It may carry you into sleep.
Gently onward to the next soothing journey.
The Clean Break,
A cord cutting practice.
Allow the sounds of falling rain to wash you clean.
Let this gentle journey help you loosen ties.
That no longer feel alive.
Whether you seek to heal from a breakup.
Or the end of a friendship.
Detached from toxic energy.
Find space from family members or simply start anew.
Then you have arrived at the right place.
You are in a safe sanctuary now,
A special spot.
Where you may reclaim your life and your story and envision the next chapter to come.
Before you fall into a deep healing sleep.
We are going to walk through the process of severing the energetic ties that have been draining you as your mind settles and you settle in your beautiful essence.
The waves of sleep may gently arise.
Your heart will feel steady and full.
Your energy will flow back in your own cup.
And you may find profound peace.
Reverberates through the night and the days to come.
Settle into the sanctuary of your own making.
It's time to dream away.
Even when relationships.
Challenges may cloud your judgment.
And make life feel a little murky.
I'm here to help you find the clarity and space you deserve.
I often sit with my nieces and tell them the same thing I offer you tonight.
Always pour your love into those who fill your cup.
It sounds so simple,
But I know how easy it can be to forget.
The bigger one's heart,
The easier it is to allow empathy for others.
To cause a shift away from the empathy you give yourself.
Throughout this life.
You get to be your own best friend.
You may enjoy a life.
Being your own soulmate.
There have been times in my own life where I poured everything I had into someone else.
Holding on to things that were no longer mine to hold,
I would try to fix the unfixable.
Thinking if I gave just a little bit more.
I could change the ending.
But we don't hear this enough.
Sometimes the end of a relationship.
Is a success.
It isn't the failure we were taught it was.
Success is choosing yourself.
Success is being loyal to your own peace.
Perhaps you are struggling with letting go.
Still feeling tethered to a certain person.
But if you are here,
Trust that you are ready to let go.
You have arrived with this intention and may trust yourself infinitely.
Customize as we proceed.
So this journey unfolds like a lucid dream.
The ancient healing power of cutting cords is shared across many traditions.
The idea is that when we love,
Care for,
Or deeply experience someone,
Delicate threads of energy form between us.
Almost like fine strands of silver light.
Barely visible,
Gently sway in the unseen spaces around the heart.
Through these threads,
Feelings exchange.
Energy is share.
When the connection is mutual and steady.
The strands can feel warm and supportive.
But sometimes.
Over time.
They begin to feel heavy.
Tangle.
Or draining.
As you kindly shift the focus on yourself.
You may allow any threats that no longer feel nourishing to soften.
To loosen.
To grow lighter.
With every slow breath you take.
Just imagine your own love energy.
Returning to you.
Elevating your spirit.
And grounding you in resilience.
What is meant to remain.
Or remain with ease.
And what is ready to dissolve.
May gently fade.
Leaving you clearer quieter.
More fully within yourself.
Softly returning to yourself.
You may enjoy the simple comfort.
Being contained.
In your own majestic light.
As you fill your own cup first tonight.
You're going to feel your healthy boundaries.
Rising up around you.
Protecting you from best decisions and patterns.
This journey is your magical shift.
Sense the softness of this moment.
Inviting in space.
Gentleness.
All the tenderness and understanding you've saved for others.
Now comes back to you.
You deserve to feel.
All the love you send out.
Coming back now.
And delicate.
Yet abundant waves.
With every breath.
The night becomes softer.
Your mind becomes more open.
Your heart is on its healing path.
And in this place of safety and support.
It's time to gently explore your body.
It is your home.
There's no way to run away.
So let's make peace with what has been depriving you of peace.
Start to sense.
Where you've been leaking your energy.
Your body is always doing its absolute best.
Keep you safe and alive.
Sometimes.
When we run on empty.
It starts to store stress.
In the very fibers of your being.
In the sacred spaces between your joints.
In the quiet chambers of your heart.
It may start subtle.
And may become intense.
The more you try to ignore it.
With deep appreciation.
For all the work yourselves.
Your neurons.
And your organs are doing.
Start to tune your attention to their needs.
Simply listen.
Focus now.
And a deep slow scan of your physical form.
To find where that energy is still clinging.
Start with the feet.
Notice your toes,
The arches of the feet.
Be here.
And the souls.
That any gripping or tension simply melt away.
Feel the feet become heavy and warm.
As if they're sinking into the warm damp sand.
At the edge of a quiet ocean.
Move up to the ankles and the calves.
This is where the weight of walking on eggshells is carried.
The constant tension.
Trying to anticipate someone else's move.
Or trying to change yourself.
In any way to please someone else.
Imagine a cooling balm.
Smoothing over the fibers of the muscles.
And twisting the knots.
Hypervigilance.
That's the best.
Take the full weight of the legs moving to the knees and the thighs.
These large muscles.
You've carried the burden of moving forward.
When it felt impossible.
When your spirit was weary.
But your body kept going.
Let them sink an inch deeper into the mattress.
Finding a stillness.
They haven't known in some time.
As you thank them for their strength.
Carrying you through another day.
Bring attention to the hips and the lower back.
This is a deep well of emotion.
Where the unspoken history of connections is stored.
The old story.
Sacred.
Moments you bit your tongue.
Breathe into them.
Without judgment.
Without criticism with every inhale.
Create space.
With every exhale.
Release the hold of your foundation.
Move into the stomach and the solar plexus.
This is your power center.
Your son.
If you have been the fixer.
This area may feel exhausted.
Not it.
Are dim.
Soften the walls of the stomach.
Let the breath move all the way down.
Stoking that internal fire.
There is no longer a responsibility.
Fix what does not want to be fixed.
That job is finished.
And their resignations.
Is a final.
And perhaps unexpected reward for you.
Move up into the chest the ribcage.
And the heart of space.
Notice if it feels brittle.
Warren out.
Or compressed.
This is where love was born.
And to another vessel that couldn't hold it.
Leaving you feeling empty and gripping.
Visualize a warm golden light.
Beginning to pull.
The center of your chest.
This light is an ancient tonic.
Patching every crack.
Sealing every wound.
And making the heart.
Solid.
And silver again.
Your heart is your heart.
And it belongs to you.
And it beats with a hopeful reminder.
You are okay.
And you are doing so well.
Move the awareness to the shoulders and the neck.
This is where the weight of expectations has left.
Like a heavy invisible cloak.
The weight of others means.
Emotion.
Silence or demands.
Shrug it off.
Let the shoulders fall away from your ears.
Feel the back of your neck soften against the pillow.
Supported and safe.
Travel down the arms.
Through the elbows and into the hands.
Feel the fingers uncurl.
There is nothing left to grasp.
The hands are finally empty.
It's me.
They're finally ready to hold your own cup.
Now move to the face.
Soften the jaw.
Release the tongue.
Smooth the skin on your forehead.
All those times you've wondered about the whys or what ifs.
Is over.
Imagine a heavy velvet curtain.
Closing over those thoughts.
No more need to rehearse.
What doesn't fit into your story of healing?
This play has come to its final performance.
Bring your focus now to the throat.
Delicate bridge.
Between your heart and your head.
This is the place.
Where so many words have been swallowed.
Kept down to keep the peace.
Are held back until they turned into a physical eight.
Feel the muscles of your neck.
The base of your tongue.
Often when we silence ourselves.
This area becomes tight.
But imagine a cool pale blue light.
Flushing over your vocal cords.
Soothing the heat.
Of all the things you never got to say.
As you breathe out.
That constriction dissolve.
You are no longer required.
Carry the weight Avalon told you.
The pressure of a defensive retort.
The air moves through you now with total ease.
Clear.
And uninterrupted.
You are at peace with your own voice.
You know all you need to know.
No longer need to revisit conversations.
That play in your mind.
Feel their freedom.
Never having to defend your needs.
To this person again.
Because now they are all heard by you.
You are tending to them so wonderfully yourself.
And as you settle a little deeper.
Sense how different you feel now.
Than when we first began.
A little softer.
Little more tired.
Canvas of your imagination.
Is now ready to explore.
Visualize.
Endless meadow at twilight.
The sky is a rich gradient.
Deep indigo.
And amethyst.
The air smells of lavender.
Wild dewy grass and incoming rain.
That is perfectly still.
A moment suspended in time.
Before the first drops fall.
Few feet away.
Stands the silhouette.
The person.
For the situation.
Has been taking your energy.
Look at them through the eyes of someone.
Who is finally choosing themselves.
There's a distance.
As you become the observer.
Between you.
Notice the connections.
They look like beautiful pearly silver strands.
Flattery.
Like iridescent strings in a light breeze.
They catch the moonlight.
Shimmering with a light.
Doesn't belong to them anymore.
Recently these strands.
Have been the highways for your heartache.
But tonight.
They become your pathway to freedom.
Before the cords are cut.
Look at that silhouette and feel the words that set you free.
As you say to them.
Your absence brings me peace.
Feel the relief in those words.
This person does not even need to hear them.
Because you are the soul that matters most right now.
You've lived enough to know this very truth.
In the silence where their voice used to be.
Is a beautiful.
Sacred sound.
A song of self-discovery you decide.
What tool you may wish to use.
Start this clean break.
Envision your cord cutting tool in your hand.
Perhaps it's a pair of glistening silver scissors.
That are our name.
And cool in your palm.
Or maybe a luminous icy blue light.
Perhaps a luscious obsidian stone.
Carefully carved for your own protection.
Or maybe It's a reflective sword of truth.
A weighty symbol.
Of the moment.
You no longer will negotiate your peace.
This clean break begins.
Chord by chord.
Starting with the cord of the fixer.
Watch as you sever this iridescent string.
Made you feel responsible.
This person's emotions.
Choices.
Challenges and their strife.
As it is cut.
The silver strand flutters for a moment.
Before dissolving in two.
Tiny shimmering sparks.
That vanish into the air.
You are no longer a savior.
Or a fixer.
Are responsible for that.
You are now free.
Now watch the cord of the empty cup fall.
Flattering strands.
Where you poured love into everything but yourself.
The emotional void is redirected.
And you are brimming.
With appreciation for yourself.
This cord is untethered.
It dissolves instantly.
And you feel that energy.
Rushing back into your own heart.
A warm time returning home.
Revel in the beauty.
Now there's unlimited love.
And attention flowing effortlessly.
Sense our rift.
Vital.
And wonderful it feels.
It's now time to sever the cord of habit.
This will give way to new habits.
Center on healing you.
You are no longer untangled.
Unsupportive connections.
Watch the iridescent string float away.
And fade into nothingness.
Claim your time.
Your daily rituals.
Your peace.
As you find space in your mind.
Now belongs.
To new beginnings.
Now sever the cord.
One last try.
The loop of thinking.
One more explanation.
One more perfect sentence.
Finally make them understand and change.
As the strand dissolves.
Feel a heavy weight lift from your chest.
Your silence is now your power.
Focus now.
A machord of physical memory.
That subtle tether.
Where the body has stored the echoes.
Of another's presence.
As this connection is released.
Watch as the energy simply dissolves.
Into the red.
Cool it.
Neutralized by the soft veil of rain.
Now palms.
Your skin.
Feel suddenly new and clear.
As if a weight has been lifted.
From the very selves of your being.
Your body is your own kingdom again.
Private,
Sacred sanctuary.
Where you are the only occupant.
Breathing in air.
That gives you strength.
Finally.
Sever the cord of the past version of you.
The one who accepted.
Less than you deserve.
As this vinyl silver strand dissolves.
Feel the beauty of your present light surround you.
Now so very full of energy.
Your heart opens to souls that match your energy.
To work.
And ease.
And that begins with you.
Right now.
And any remaining threats.
Known or unknown.
Begin to dissolve on their own.
Every sleepy breath.
Helps your subconscious mind to tend to them.
So you may now dress.
Absolute safety.
The rain falls as gently.
As a mist that now rises from the solid ground.
Silhouette is fading.
Into the silver fog.
Drifting further and further away.
Until it disappears completely.
To the horizon of things.
No longer matter.
The more dense the fog becomes.
The more your own cup fills.
That's it.
Shimmery.
Golden light.
Your acclaimed life force.
It fills the heart.
The throat.
And the mind.
You are so full.
There is no room.
Or anyone else's noise You feel softly and lovingly contained.
In your own life.
Healthy boundaries are rising around you.
Like a shimmering filter.
Fortress of life.
That only lets in peace.
And protects your self-loyalty.
You are safe You are contained.
To repeat this motto.
As your eyes get heavy.
Your absence brings me peace.
Now let the meadow begin to blur at the edges.
Turning into a song.
Hazy glow you are moving toward.
An illustrious breath.
Pathway made of starlight and strands.
Expands the space.
Between who you were.
To you are becoming.
Each step across this bridge.
Is a gentle drift.
A sway between the world of waking in the world of dreams.
Beneath you.
Waters of the past.
Blow away in a quiet current.
Carrying the last remnants of the old story.
As the fresh rain cleans the verdant earth.
As you cross.
You find yourself approaching a door.
That opens into a space.
Of pure an adulterated rest.
You encounter a room.
Unlike any you've experienced before.
It's a new place for rest.
Bedroom designed exclusively with you in mind.
A cool breeze circulates.
Cozy yet lovely space.
Carrying the scent of fresh linen.
And your favorite pacifying aromas.
Just beyond the rain-streaked panes of ornate windows.
The Garden of Renewal.
Beyond the glass.
You find yourself near a window.
Your hands rest on the smooth wooden sill.
And as you look out into that garden,
See the silver-tipped leaves of the weeping willow.
Swaying in a tranquilizing dance.
Flowers glow.
With a soft,
Pulsing light.
Creating dreamy rainbows.
In the fat raindrops.
This garden is the living proof of your growth.
A lush,
Emerald world where everything is vibrant watered by the love.
You now keep for yourself.
Jasmine vines climb the trellis.
They're white petals like fallen stars.
Casting a scent of calm over the night.
The sense of calm.
Leads you to a bed.
Created for you.
Perfect height and plushness.
Offer the support you need right now.
The cool sheets welcome you with a soft,
Nurturing caress.
This bed offers a chance.
Dream new dreams.
Where fantastic memories are formed.
As you sink into the sacred space.
You are suspended in a state.
Absolute grace.
Anchored by the peace in your chest.
On the nightstand of single candle flickers.
With a flame so steady.
It feels like a promise kept.
Shadows and the corners.
Are soft and friendly hugging the sweet edges.
Of this new chapter Feel the air as it clears.
You are lighter than you have been.
Some time.
As my voice gently fades into the night.
Sound of the rain.
Soothes and cleanses you.
As you drift into your next beautiful chapter.
Loyalty to yourself.
Brings you to the suite.
Beautiful breath.
Between wakefulness and slumber.
So richly fulfilled with your own essence.
The night may continue to unfold.
With all you deserve.
Desire.
Right now.
Slipping away giving in to the gentle persistent tug of sleep.
And in the rhythm of rain you may slip into sleep.
Into the following sleep meditation.
Easy like rain.
If thoughts are circling like a storm that will not pass,
You're in the right place.
You are not alone in this experience.
Many find that when the world quiets at night,
The mind does not follow.
But tonight,
We will shift that.
Instead of fighting your thoughts.
We will let them flow like rain until they find their natural rhythm and fade into the background.
So you can welcome the incoming waves of slumber.
It's time to dream away.
The world outside shifts with the weather.
Brain tapping gently against the window.
The wind stirring through the trees.
But here within the sanctuary of your mind and room.
You have found refuge.
Having someone in your corner can be life-changing.
And as you listen.
Know that my intention is to offer support and help you find serenity.
No matter what storms may pass.
You are safe here.
Wrapped in warmth and ease.
This is your time to return home to yourself.
To treat your mind,
Body,
And spirit with deep appreciation.
In this sanctuary,
There is no judgment.
Only comfort,
Stillness.
And the quiet invitation to relax into deep peace.
Overthinking can be exhausting.
Keeps you awake long past the point of tiredness.
Pulling you into spirals.
Of what is.
But the only what if that will greet us tonight is.
What if everything works out?
Whenever doubts creep in.
You will try on this idea.
Like a new article of clothing.
It may feel unfamiliar at first.
But eventually.
.
.
You feel your heart warm as you say to yourself,
What if it all works out?
When you are in a cycle of overthinking,
The mind believes it is helping,
But instead it keeps you up.
And you and your mind.
Need and deserve the sacred time for restorative sleep.
Sometimes the greatest answers come in the silent closets.
Comforting dreams arrive with insight.
And all the things you overthought.
Are resolved in a precious moment of calm.
Moment that will make you feel good and cared for.
You are worthy of every loving,
Tender moment.
You may conjure.
Before falling asleep.
You will get more power from a night of sleep.
Than from all the intrusive thoughts that dare to interrupt your rest.
Sleep solves what overthinking cannot.
As we proceed,
One breath at a time.
Find yourself on a new path.
One where you observe your thoughts without getting caught in them.
Where you can step outside the storm.
And find peace beneath the soft,
Steady rhythm of falling rain.
By the end of this journey.
You will feel lighter your mind clearer.
And every cell in your body will welcome the gift.
Have Dean restored it,
Please?
Your eyelids are like curtains drawn shut.
Allowing you to go deeper into the haven of your mind.
Here.
You get to call the shots.
As you settle in.
And get as comfortable as this moment will allow.
Clear the air with an audible sigh.
Let everything go as you sink into your bed.
Feeling safe.
Comforted.
When you're ready.
Try in a slow,
Deep breath.
Inhale deeply through your nose.
Filling your lungs to their greatest capacity.
Feel the breath expand in your chest.
Now exhale gently through your mouth.
Letting go in another's eye.
You can add a yawn anywhere you like.
Yawn and sigh till your heart's content.
Indicate with these sounds.
That you are ready for release and ease.
Again,
Inhale deeply.
And exhale slowly.
With each breath,
Allow your body to relax further.
As you continue to breathe consciously.
Going deeper and slower with each breath.
Let the sounds of the rain soothe you.
We'll now count down from 10.
Letting the rain guide you to a deeper state of relaxation.
The rain becomes a song.
And you feel its calming presence touch each part of your body.
Pan.
The warm rain begins softly on the crown of your head.
In a soothing,
Gentle pattern.
Nine.
The rain moves down.
Flowing gently across your forehead.
Smoothing away any tightness.
Your brows relax Your eyes soften.
Your muscles become like water.
Delicate and fluid.
Their aim continues.
Traveling to your cheeks.
And unclenching your jaw.
Tension dissolves in its presence.
7.
Feel the pulsating rain travel down your neck.
Massaging out tension.
Your shoulders soften and drop Feeling heavy and at ease.
Six,
Now the rain kisses your arms.
Flowing over your upper arms,
Your elbows and down to your hands.
Feel the weight of your arms release.
As the rain alleviates them.
Of tension.
And you sink deeper into the bed.
Bye.
The rain reaches your chest.
Easing any tightness in your heart center.
With each drop,
Your chest softens.
Your breath becomes fuller and more at ease.
And your heart opens to warm feelings.
Of self-care and tenderness.
4 Now the rain moves gently over your abdomen in warm undulating ripples.
You expand and contract to its peaceful cadence.
3 Feel the rain on your thighs and hips.
Soothing the muscles there.
The heaviness of the rain pulls away any tension.
Leaving your legs relaxed and grounded.
Too.
The rain reaches your knees.
Flowing gently down your calves.
Your legs feel heavy.
Fully supported by the earth beneath you.
As the rain brings a deep sense.
Of relaxation.
One.
Finally,
The rain touches your feet.
And wraps around their souls.
Feel them soften.
Heavy with relaxation.
As the cool rain flows with ease.
Connecting you with this peaceful moment.
Now your body is at rest.
You deeply surrender.
Like the gentle,
Steady rhythm of the rain.
You are calm.
Eddie.
And free of any tension.
Completely embrace.
By the soothing presence of the night.
As your breath takes on the most natural rhythm.
It may find on its own.
You recognize how far you have come.
From mere moments ago.
You feel a sense of fluidity.
In this dreamy moment.
A few thoughts may pop up.
As they are known to do.
But sense how easier it is to gently guide them away.
When you feel this relaxed.
And should intrusive thoughts arise.
Envision them like rain streaming down the window.
Landing in a slender stream.
And floating far far away.
See them blurring and mesmerizing patterns.
Crisscrossing raindrops.
They become a beautiful puddle.
Rippling with each thought or care.
You need not hold them anymore.
The grip of overthinking loosens.
Like the gates of a dam released on this rainy night.
All excess thoughts.
Blue like water.
Allow yourself to drift on nature's lullaby.
The soft,
Steady rhythm of the rain.
Inspire sleepiness.
Each breath.
And each drop of rain.
Help you drift closer to slumber.
Simply floating Down,
Down.
Down.
Into the pleasures of a night.
Pull of restoration.
Let the rain be your anchor.
A reminder of how easy it is to float.
Safe and held by this cozy moment.
And as you continue to appreciate the warm,
Dry comforts of your room.
Let your mind conjure cozy thoughts.
Visualize yourself.
In a quiet refuge.
A place where you most like to hunker down.
During a rainstorm.
This could be a beloved place.
You've been before.
It might be a place you've read about.
Or seen in a movie.
Or it could be something that you imagine right now.
As this dreamy time.
Makes it easy to envision a sanctuary.
Of your own design and choosing.
The rain falls softly.
Enough to create a gentle silver mist.
As you approach the place.
You most wish to be as the storm rolls in.
The ground glistens.
Reflective of any light around you.
You walk carefully.
And in finding your balance.
And feeling the mist on your face.
You are drawn out of your mind.
And into the present moment.
All that matters is right now.
The rain falls all around.
Intensifying.
From a barely perceptible pattern.
Into a steady stream.
A warm light glows softly in the misty twilight.
Guiding you to a warm,
Cozy space.
A place for refuse.
A place for dreaming.
Perhaps it's been a long time since the last rainfall like this.
And the Earth welcomes it as much as you do.
The rain brings such relief.
Of her mission slip from Mother Nature.
Slow down and take care of yourself.
The air is rich with a scent of petrichor.
That earthy grounding aroma.
That rises when rain first falls.
After a dry spell.
You feel the silky veil of rain.
Cool against your skin.
Refreshing and light.
There is nowhere else to be.
Nothing else to do.
Only this moment.
You ascend the steps to your chosen abode.
Perhaps the cozy cabin?
Tucked among sequoia trees or white pines.
Its wooden beams exuding a scent of cedar and rustic charm.
Or maybe a seaside cottage.
With a wide window.
Where the sound of the rain.
Merges with the rhythmic hush of distant waves.
Or perhaps the city of Hartman.
Surrounded by cobblestone streets that shimmer.
Or maybe it's a less conventional place.
The Lighthouse A tiny home.
A tree house.
A houseboat.
As you step inside.
A fragrant rush of dry air welcomes you.
Carrying with it.
The familiar comforting scent of home.
It is an aroma that lingers in your memory.
One that has followed you through time.
A blend of things.
You've never quite deconstructed.
But now sends.
Each individual aroma comes to you in waves.
As you step inside the dry comfort.
You remove your wet attire.
And stand in the entry.
And suddenly you recall Home is not just a place.
It is a feeling.
And you carry it within you,
Always.
And knowing that no matter what happens,
No matter where you go.
You are always at home with yourself.
You feel a deep confidence resonating through you.
You create safety.
You create your own peace.
The glow of candlelight welcomes you.
With Golden Ambient War.
A plush and inviting towel.
Still warm from the dryer.
Sits in a wicker laundry basket.
You take your time drying off.
Savoring the contrast.
Have warped against your skin.
Without erasing mine.
You are able to truly appreciate.
And feel the softness of the thread.
And savor the smell of fresh laundry.
You marvel in the amazing simple pleasures.
That elevate the human experience.
Such little wonder.
As a candlelit room.
And a freshly laundered towel.
Make you feel taken care of.
They make you feel safe.
And in this moment of safety.
You consider that most of the things we worry about.
Never come to be.
And they do not deserve the power.
Distract us.
From these soothing,
Warm moments.
A heady wave of sleepiness comes over you.
And you make your way to a bedroom.
Cozy pajama.
Air folded neatly at the end of the bed.
Also still warm from the dryer.
As the rain comes down harder onto the roof.
And wraps on the window.
You yearn to sink into the bed and let nature's rainy soundtrack lull you to sleep.
You change into these pajamas.
And the well-worn fabrics.
Conjures a wave of memories.
These evocative memories come to life.
Of the softest.
Coziest glimpses of the past that live within you.
As your arms enter the sleeves.
Recall other deeply appreciated garments through time.
Offering warmth and comfort.
And suddenly.
.
.
Your mind strings together a delicate thread of moments.
Of oversized sweaters or sweatshirts.
Blankets pulled up to your chin on chilly nights or mornings.
Of a beloved role.
Its fabric softened by time and care.
These memories settle over you.
Familiar and reassuring.
You move toward the bell.
But before you climb in.
Something draws you to the window.
You hesitate listening and peering through the kaleidoscope of colors.
From light as it refracts.
Through the streams of rain.
With a steady,
Easy rhythm.
It has a mesmerizing effect.
And dialing down your pulse.
And deepening your breath.
The rain reminds you.
That beauty can be found in the things we often dress.
There may be times you wish it wouldn't rain.
But right now The Soperific Deluge.
Is setting you up.
For the perfect night of deep sleep.
There are times that endless sunlight unbroken skies.
Are at the heart of your deepest wishes.
But tonight.
You welcome the rain You reach for the window.
Slowly easing it open.
A cool aromatic breeze.
Carries the scent of fresh rain and wet stones.
The most pleasant aromas of the outside world.
Are enhanced.
Weather clean.
Cool.
Rain.
The night air circulates through the space.
Mingling with a dry warmth inside.
The contrast is striking,
Yet perfect.
Chill of the night air.
Against the dry,
Warm haven.
You breathe in deeply.
Feeling as though you are part of something vast.
And unshakable.
The world slew.
And your mind slows along with it.
The yawn rises.
And you let out an audible sigh.
Your feet lead you to the bed.
Becoming heavier with each step.
As they land on the floor.
Tiredness takes hold.
Your mind is quiet,
Still.
So very,
Very quiet.
Your breath is easy.
You feel back the bedding.
Noticing your blankets are exactly as you need them to be.
Perhaps waited and then.
.
.
Light and airy.
Whatever brings you comfort.
Is here.
To be discovered.
And enjoy.
The Pillow.
The fabric.
The temperature.
And the firmness of the bed.
Are all catered to your preferences.
How easy life becomes.
When you are in tune with your physical needs.
And they are all men.
You climb atop the mattress.
And it supports you.
Easing where you need softness remaining firm where you need support The pillows adjust to the curve of your head and neck.
Allowing you to fully release.
The weight of the day.
You've carried enough today.
And you need not carry it.
Anymore.
The rain continues,
Its persistent song outside.
And you close your eyes on the world.
This time.
You find yourself in a perfect sanctuary within.
Your focus drifts to the rain.
And then back to sleepiness.
As we delicate dance of the mind.
Sometimes you listen to the trickling.
Other times.
You notice the short,
Silent beats.
Between droplets.
Beyond the soothing sleep-inducing sounds.
There is a gentle wisdom in this rhythm.
The brain falls without hesitation.
Without doubt.
Does not try to change its course or rush to an end.
It's simply in.
And as you think deeper.
Into the comfort of your bed.
You realize you can do the same.
You can simply exist.
Surrendering.
Giving in to the support of your safe space.
Giving in to the support.
Of this moment.
And the night.
Every now and then a peaceful thought arises.
Coming in like a whisper A prelude to your dreams.
Let them ember one by one.
In the quiet safety of this moment.
Maybe you think of the gentle warmth.
Of a heated blanket.
The plush feel.
Of a rug by the fireplace.
Or a time you settled into the coziest oversized armchair.
That wrapped around you like a hug.
Perhaps you recall the soft worn pages of a favorite book.
Or the steady flicker of candlelight in the dark.
Let your mind wander.
Let everything that soothes you everything that warms your heart.
Elevates your spirit.
Usher you to sleep.
The more you focus on softness in the world.
The more proof of it the world delivers.
And now.
It delivers a steady stream like the rain.
Of nurturing reassuring ideas.
And now that you feel safe.
It's now that your nervous system stands down.
You are able to hear and receive these messages.
You are not your thoughts.
You are not the storm.
You are the witness.
The listener The one who observes from a place of calm.
You are your peacekeeper.
The rain continues to fall.
And you have changed.
You are no longer lost in the storm.
You are resting beneath it.
Peaceful.
Undisturbed.
Erasing thoughts have slipped away.
Dissolving as easy as mist.
On this rainy night.
In between worlds.
Delicately hovering.
And flowing from wakefulness to sleep.
Dipping your toes in slumber a new awareness unfolds within you.
The rain has washed something clean.
Revealing the quiet wisdom.
Beneath your thoughts.
And knowing that you are safe.
But you are hell.
That you are not defined.
By the worries of the day.
But by the pace you are capable of creating.
In this very moment you may begin to let go of my voice.
Welcoming the incoming sleep.
That laughs at you.
Tugging at you.
With soft,
Dreamy waves.
The rain continues to soothe.
Bringing you deeper and deeper.
To sleep.
And the rain outside may guide you into rest.
Onward into the next space of stillness.
The comforting rain.
The world outside shifts with the weather.
The rain tapping gently against the window.
The wind stirring through the trees.
But here within the sanctuary of your mind and sleeping space.
Feel safe in the refuge they both provide.
No matter what storms may pass.
You are safe here.
Safe in the beautiful mindscape.
You will create as you return home to yourself.
To treat your mind,
Body,
And spirit.
With deep appreciation.
Relieve yourself of any pressure or expectations.
That sometimes come when we approach meditation.
There are no rules.
And only you know what works for you now.
While asleep whenever it feels right.
You may still benefit from the soothing messages within this practice.
As your subconscious mind absorbs them and healing happens on a deeper level.
As you come here seeking comfort.
I invite you to embrace feelings of lightness.
Stress and tension may weigh us down.
But here.
You take on the freedom of the rain.
Formless.
Always transforming.
And going with the flow as you find a new rhythm.
As you listen to the rain.
Pay attention to the gentle pauses.
In each pitter patter.
Gateway to a quiet world.
Imagine ducking between the raindrops.
Finding the dry moments that exist between them.
These brief silences are the gateway to a sleepy oasis.
Offering coziness.
Comfort and peace.
Each quiet pause in the rain.
Inspires more quiet pauses between your thoughts.
As you are delicately drawn to ease.
And stillness.
Letting go to the rhythm of the falling rain.
Lorraine cleanses the world.
And now it cleanses you on a soul deep level.
Stevie Nicks once penned.
When the rain washes you clean,
You'll know.
And tonight.
You will know to your core.
How beautifully and profoundly the rain manages to transform the night.
The rain cleanses as sleep restores.
Together,
They magically joined forces.
To cradle you in serenity.
As the rain falls.
You welcome the clarity it brings.
Clarity brings space for new insights.
Comforting dreams.
All the things you carry.
That no longer serve you.
Are resolved in a divine moment of calm.
Your only priority now.
Is to receive waves of tender self-care.
And self-compassion.
You are worthy every loving protective moment.
You may conjure before falling asleep.
You will get more power from a night of sleep.
Than from all the clinging thoughts.
That dare to interrupt your rest.
Let the rain cleanse them away.
As we proceed.
One breath at a time.
Find yourself on a new path.
One where you observe your thoughts.
Without getting caught in them.
Where you can step outside the storm.
And find peace beneath a soft,
Steady rhythm.
A falling rain by the end of this journey.
You will feel lighter.
Your mind clearer.
And every cell in your body.
We'll welcome the guests.
Of deep restorative sleep.
Effortlessly guide your attention to your breath.
Just checking in with yourself.
Remembering the power your breath holds.
As your closed eyelids shut out the world.
You are able to investigate your inner world.
Let's clean the air.
With a generous,
Audible sigh.
When you're ready.
Draw in a slow,
Deep breath.
Inhale through your nose.
Filling your lungs until they expand.
As much as they comfortably can.
Give yourself the grace.
To occupy all the space you desire.
Exhale gently through your mouth.
Letting it all go.
In another's eye You can add a yawn.
Anywhere you like.
You can yawn and sigh.
Until your heart's content.
Indicate with a sound.
That you are ready for release and ease.
Again,
Inhale deeply.
And exhale slowly.
With each breath.
Allow your body to relax more.
As you continue to breathe consciously.
Going deeper and slower with each breath.
Let the sounds of the rain soothe you.
We'll now count you down from 10.
Letting the rain guide you.
To a deeper state of relaxation.
The soothing temple of the rain.
Is the remedy.
For all you seek relief from.
Feeling as its calming presence.
Resonates through your body.
Hang.
Listen to the gentle drumming of the rain.
Imagining its steady being.
Beginning to resonate at the ground of your head.
Nein.
The calming music of the rain.
Guides a wave of relaxation.
Down to your forehead.
Smoothing away any tightness.
Your brows relax.
Your eyes soften.
As the tempo encourages.
Tiny muscular knots to dissolve.
Cadence continues to resonate.
Traveling to your cheeks.
And encouraging your jaw to unclench.
Feel the muscles in your face becoming soft and pliable.
As if rinsed by the soothing sound.
7.
Allow the steady pulse of the rain.
Guide a feeling of release down your neck,
Massaging out tension.
Your shoulders soften and drop.
Feeling heavy and at ease.
As if a great weight has been lifted from you.
Sex.
Now the gentle beating of the rain.
Flows into your arm.
Reaching your upper arms your elbows and down to your hands.
Feel the weight of your arms release.
As the melody of the rain alleviates them of tension.
You sink deeper into the bed?
Bye.
The soporific sound reaches your chest.
Soothing any tightness in your heart center.
With each beat.
Your chest softens.
Your breath becomes fuller,
More at ease.
And your heart opens.
To warm feelings of self-care.
And tenderness.
More.
Now the music of the rain resonates gently over your abdomen.
And peaceful ripples.
You expand and contract to its cadence.
Feeling your center becoming clear and light.
3.
.
.
Feel the vibration of the rain.
Move down your thighs and hips.
Soothing the muscles there.
The heaviness of the sound.
Pulls any tension away.
Leaving your legs relaxed and grounded.
Completely support it as you surrender.
To.
Soothing tempo of the rain reaches your knees.
Flowing gently down to your calves.
Your legs feel heavy.
Fully supported by the earth beneath you.
As the rain brings a deep sense of relaxation.
One.
Finally.
Calming rhythm of the rain.
Goes around your feet.
And soothes your souls.
Feel them soften heavy with relaxation.
The music of the rain flows through them.
Grounding you completely in this peaceful moment.
Now your whole body is at rest.
Deeply surrender.
Like a gentle,
Steady rhythm of the rain.
You are calm.
Addie and free of any tension.
Completely embrace.
With a soothing presence.
The night.
As your breath takes on.
The most natural rhythm.
Recognize how much sleepier.
And how much more relaxed.
You feel now.
Compared to mere moments ago.
Welcome a sense of fluidity.
In this dreamy moment.
Few thoughts may pop up.
As they are known to do.
But how much easier it is.
Gently guide them away.
When you feel so relaxed.
Should they arrive.
Envision them like rain.
Streaming down the window.
Landing in a pool of water.
And then floating far far away See them blurring and mesmerizing patterns.
Crisscrossing raindrops.
Become a beautiful puddle.
Rippling with each thought or care.
You need not hold them anymore.
The grip of old negative energy loosens.
Like the gates of a dam.
Released on this rainy night.
All excess thoughts and cares flow like water.
Allow yourself to drift.
On the soothing song of the rain.
The soft steady rhythm of the rain.
Inspires sleepiness.
Each breath.
And each drop of rain.
Helps you drive closer to slumber.
Simply floating Down,
Down,
Down.
Into the pleasures of a night.
Full of restoration.
Let the rain be your anchor.
A reminder.
Of how easy it is to drift.
Safe and held.
By this cozy moment.
And as you continue to appreciate.
The warm,
Dry comfort of your room.
Let your mind conjure cozy thoughts.
Visualize yourself.
In this quiet refuge.
A bedroom.
That is the perfect place.
To observe the rain while dry and toasty.
Perhaps with a fire crackling in a hearth.
Floor to ceiling windows.
Reveal a breathtaking view of the storm.
This room is familiar.
It also knew.
Place you might visit in a dream.
Deep rich blues and grays.
Paint the nightscape.
Fill in the details.
Calling upon your imagination.
To conjure your favorite setting.
To observe the rain.
Do you overlook the sea?
Misty forest.
Sky-piercing mountains.
Rolling Meadows.
Or the lights of a city glistening below.
The rain falls softly.
Enough to create a gentle silver mist.
As you watch it from windows.
As prominent and grand.
As those found in a storefront.
The ground glistens.
Any light.
In your surroundings.
All that matters is right now.
As the rain falls all around.
And then survive.
From a barely perceptible pattern.
To a steady stream.
And these streams of water.
Whore from the well tended to gutters.
Cascading and silvery blue waterfalls.
That land on the earth below.
They add another layer.
Comforting sound.
To spend some time.
Since the last rainfall like this.
And the Earth welcomes it.
As much as you do.
The brain brings such relief.
A permission slip from Mother Nature.
Slow down.
And take care of yourself.
The air is rich with the scent of petrichor.
That earthy grounding aroma.
That rises when rain first falls after a dry spell.
A memory arousing smell.
Blends with the botanical essential oils.
Of the room where you watch the rain fall.
You feel a sense of clarity.
And cleanliness.
Even just from observing inside.
He watch as the rain washes everything away.
Creating a slick Reflected.
Mesmerizing world outside.
Your bedroom is your sanctuary.
Expansive windows.
Bring the outside world to you.
Without any of its wetness.
Chill.
Chaos.
The rain streams down the glass.
Creating swirling rivers and patterns.
Blur the landscape outside.
As beautiful and soothing as the view is.
You sense changes within you that are just as magical.
Transformative.
The rain brings a palpable cleansing.
And easing.
Each drop holds the intention.
Clearing away trapped energy.
Negative patterns and the accumulated weight of the day.
And as you rest in this cozy bedroom.
You feel a deep confidence.
Resonating through you.
You create safety You create your own peace.
The raindrops that streak down the window.
In tiny lukewarm silvery waters.
Represent an internal cleansing.
Washing away.
All that is all.
And heavy.
They blur the outside world.
Making it feel less urgent.
And more distant.
All that exists.
This room.
Moment.
And this deep sense of calm.
Every raindrop tells a story.
Capturing the world.
And reflecting it.
Within a luminous orb.
Candles flicker in your room.
Adding a dreamy,
Heartwarming glow.
Within these delicate drops.
That fall just outside.
And as you watch them.
Leaning your head softly against the cool pane of glass.
Your imagined being.
So formless.
Adaptable.
There are times for strength and rigidity.
Right now.
You find strength and grace adaptability.
Go with a gentle gliding rain.
As you surrender to the peace.
That has been waiting for you.
All along.
A heady wave of sleepiness comes over you.
As the rain splats harder onto the roof.
And wraps on the windows.
Your bare feet walk across.
The plush,
Cloud-like rug.
Rests beneath a most inviting bed.
This bed is designed perfectly.
To fit your every desire and preference.
From its eye.
To the blushness of the mattress.
To the linen.
And they're healed.
You yearn to sink into this dream bed.
As the rain falls.
Informs the night.
Promising a soothing soundtrack.
Your deep sleep.
Glow of candlelight.
And perhaps even a fire in a heart.
Creates a cozy,
Charming ambience.
Freshly laundered smell.
Delicate feel.
Of your bedsheets and pajamas.
Invite a wave of imagery.
As you recall the most elevated life experiences.
One may enjoy.
And cozy moments.
Evocative memories come to life.
Of the softest,
Coziest glimpses of the past.
That live within you.
These memories settle over you like and embrace.
Familiar.
Reassuring.
Your focus drifts to the reins.
And back to sleepiness.
As we delicate dance of the mind.
Sometimes you listen to the trickling.
Other times you notice.
Sure.
Silent B.
Between darkness and light.
Beyond the soothing,
Sleep-inducing sounds.
There is a gentle wisdom in this rhythm.
The rain falls without hesitation.
Without doubt.
Does not try to change its course.
Or rush to an end.
It simply is and as you peel back the sheets and blankets.
And sing deep into.
Comfort of your bed.
You realize.
You can do the same.
You can simply exist.
Surrendering.
Welcoming the awareness.
Of all things that support you.
And cradle you.
And safety.
And comfort.
Your bed.
Your blanket.
Your intention this moment.
This perfect,
Cozy,
Rainy night Every now and then A thought arises.
Coming in like a whisper.
A prelude.
To your dreams.
Let them emerge.
One by one.
In the quiet safety of this moment.
Let your mind wander.
Let everything that soothes you.
Everything that warms your heart.
And elevates your spirit.
Usher you to sleep the more you focus.
And softness in the world.
The more evidence the world deliver.
And now.
It delivers a steady stream.
Like the rain.
Of nurturing.
Reassuring ideas.
And now that you feel safe and now that your nervous system stands down you are able to hear.
And receive these messages You are not your thoughts.
You are not the storm.
You are the witness.
The listener The one who observes.
From a place of calm.
The rain continues to fall.
And you have changed.
You are never lost in the storm.
You are resting beneath it.
Peaceful.
And disturb.
Erasing thoughts slip away.
Dissolving as easily as mist.
On this rainy night.
In between worlds.
Delicately hovering flowing from wakefulness to sleep.
Dipping your toes in slumber.
A new awareness unfolds.
Within you.
The rain has washed something clean.
Revealing the wisdom.
Stillness Quiet beneath your thumb.
And knowing that you are safe.
You are hell.
You are not defined.
By the worries of the day but by the peace you are capable of embracing.
In this very moment.
You may begin to let go of my voice.
Welcoming the incoming sleep.
That laps at you.
Softly tugging at you.
With dreaming waves.
The rain continues to play and dance bringing you deeper and deeper to sleep.
And you may return and listen.
Whenever you like But for now.
.
.
Right now.
You welcome,
Ress.
You welcome the knowing.
That this rain has washed you clean.
A beautiful,
Open version of you.
As sleep arrives.
With a sound of rain around you,
You may drift into sleep.
Continue into our last sleepy meditation.
The healing rain.
Tonight you will experience an exquisite sacred sanctuary within your room and mind that exists solely and completely for your restoration and ease.
Whether you have chronic pain,
A flare-up,
Or emotional pain expressing itself in physical manifestations.
The healing rain will now dissolve this endless repetitive cycle.
Creating a new open pathway to peace.
Instead of holding tension.
Invite in a deep and trusting surrender.
Allow all stiffness and strain to be softened,
Diffused,
And utterly cleansed by a gentle yet powerful force of nature,
The healing rain.
Every cell in your body is ready to be purified by nurturing droplets like the ones that cascade down waxy leaves and flow into the earth.
The rain is a cool,
Clean,
Soft and a comforting song.
Encourages you to lie down.
And let it take over.
This restorative power is constant and unceasing.
And its rhythm will prepare your mind and body.
To welcome a deep healing and truly restorative sleep.
It is time to let go and to welcome relief.
No platitudes.
Just compassion and a space where you can fully express and embrace yourself.
I welcome you in all your authenticity.
Wherever you are.
As however you feel right now.
You may find healing comes.
And the pace that it comes.
But all those little bits.
May add up to significant transformations.
As your relationship with your body.
Your discomfort.
Becomes kinder.
And gentler.
Your only mission here is to welcome softness.
And a sense of freedom and fluidity.
That comes in with a healing rain.
Should anything pop up on this sweet sojourn.
You may simply say.
Not now.
Back another time.
Because within this refuge You have complete control.
Now bring a gentle awareness.
To whatever is present for you right now.
The quickness of your thoughts a lingering sense of effort.
Simply the feeling of your body coming down from a day.
As you prepare for rest.
You are safe here Ready to begin the complete and gentle process of your release.
The rain has arrived to meet this moment.
Holding the space for you The rain lets you know.
That everything is covered.
And with radical acceptance.
You may know what's going on.
Only so you know,
Where the healing reigns.
Beliefs most needed within.
Your profound relief arrives right on time.
So embrace the simple,
Quiet trust.
Your healing unfolds naturally.
Easily.
And gently.
For the grace of each steady breath.
Feel yourself gently enveloped.
In a blanket of comforting warmth.
Childlike ease.
Take this sacred time to return home to your truest self.
Trading your mind,
Body and spirit.
With deep non-negotiable appreciation.
You possess an innate,
Remarkable wisdom.
An ability to find rest.
And restore yourself without your conscious effort.
Celebrate this natural inherent ability.
As you watch it unfold in real time.
As you embrace everything that powerfully supports your peace.
And activates your fundamental state of calm.
Welcome a deep liquid sense of ease.
Into your body now.
Feeling profound comfort.
Flow in streams.
From head to toe.
You need to adjust your position.
Do whatever it takes.
To ensure you are as comfortable as you can possibly be right now.
Notice the places where your body meets the surface beneath it.
Support of whatever you're lying on.
Give of your pillow.
The warmth of the fabrics around you.
Feel yourself being held.
By yourself by your room.
By the earth itself.
You created the soothing moment.
And you deserve to feel proud.
For your choices and efforts.
Find yourself drifting with the rain.
It's sound always there to remind you.
How easy it is.
To simply go.
With a flow Invite profound softness now.
You know the rain is nature's permissions list.
Inviting you to hunker down.
And fully take the night off.
You may welcome it like your favorite holiday.
All cells in your body.
Are invited to come along as well.
Imagine that with your next soft sigh.
You send a loving signal.
Down through your core.
Your own loving voice whispers to you.
Guiding your attention.
Toward the most gentle spaces within your body.
Focus on the softness of the muscles in your face.
Feel your forehead effortlessly smooth.
Space between your eyebrows.
Wide and open.
And your jaw completely released.
Allowing your teeth to easily part.
They are simply melting into this gentle time.
Accepting this invitation.
To total rest.
How lovely it feels.
Free of guilt.
To revel in this mental vacation.
Now bring your attention fully to your breath.
At the delicate rhythm of each breath.
Become the focus.
Mindful breathing.
Acts like a remote control.
To change the programming.
And a sense of curiosity.
Relaxing with new discoveries.
Draw in a slow,
Deep breath through your nose.
Fill your lungs with healing molecules of oxygen.
Traveling throughout your body.
Feel the expansion in your chest.
Your ribs and your belly.
Take your time because there's no rush.
Hold it gently for just a moment.
And then exhale slowly through your mouth in a sigh.
Her breath like the wind scattering the rain.
Every exhale spreads its healing hydration.
It releases any stiffness.
Or tension you may have discovered.
In the next round,
You may let everything go.
When you sigh with a gentle sigh.
Audible wish.
When you're ready.
Again,
A deep nourishing inhale.
Savoring each center of expansion.
As you welcome the promise of ease this breath brings.
You may yawn or pause at the top.
Before a long,
Soft breath sighs out of you.
Cascading like a waterfall.
From great heights.
To arrive deep in the earth.
Fully grounded.
With each breath,
Imagine your body relaxing more.
Your mind becoming quieter.
And your spirit settling deeper into peace.
For the next several moments.
Focus on the rhythm of your breath as a metronome for rest.
You can choose where your attention lands.
Maybe you focus entirely on my words.
Using them as gentle suggestions.
To guide you deeper into your body.
Or you may choose to focus.
And the quiet space between my words.
A deep empty silence.
That holds profound peace.
I am it for you to gently rock.
And leisurely observe.
Or you may lose yourself in the healing rain.
Listening for the sound of its pulses and its pattern.
Are drifting in the silences.
Between those rhythmic drops.
In the tiny pockets of time.
Where all your concerns dissolve.
To tap into.
Stillness of the night.
Keep breathing steadily.
Feeling the wave of calm.
Rolling in with the inhale.
And the wave of release.
Rolling out with the exhale.
Now allow your imagination.
Gently carry you to a place of open sky.
You are standing.
Perhaps resting comfortably.
Beneath the vast expanse.
The atmosphere is perfectly mild.
And supportive for exploration.
Look up and observe the formation of the clouds.
These clouds are the color of pure,
Tranquil,
Azure blue.
Tinged with a delicate lavender gray.
And a deeper hyacinth blue.
That is almost purple.
The gradients shift and flow with the breeze.
That is now controlled by your breath.
And you play around a little.
You welcome the power you have to move the cloud.
Decide when they release the healing rain.
But not before you are ready.
You are allowed to take your time.
Envision your favorite place to be.
When it rains.
By the sea.
In a city or a charming village.
In the forest.
Perhaps by a mountain lake.
Or perhaps you are someplace I haven't mentioned.
That you most enjoy.
What's the details of this landscape?
Soothe you.
With rich smells.
In the inescapable petrichor.
A scent that arouses healing feelings.
When the rain arrives after a long dry spell.
Picture yourself walking.
Each step leading you closer.
To your chosen refuge.
Before you permit the rain to fall at its most steady pace.
Maybe you stay outside,
Uncovered.
Hoping to feel a few drops on your skin.
Perhaps you prefer to find a dry nook.
Observing from your cozy shelter.
Take your time.
As the clouds roll in like stormy waves.
And the rain begins to fall once more.
The sound is gentle and rhythmic.
A steady sound drive.
A cascade of perfect purity.
From a single fat drop.
To a full-on downpour.
Listen to the distinct patter of the water.
And then a subtle precious silence follows each pulse of sound.
Massages you deeply.
Making its way to the parts of you need and deserve.
The most attention.
Its rhythm is the sound of healing.
Alive and awake and constant.
Rhythmic.
And deeply calming.
Drops that fall are not ordinary water.
Every single drop is infused.
With gentle restoratives.
Sparkling blue energy It is exactly the temperature.
Your body needs tonight.
Perhaps slightly warm and nourishing.
Like a comforting soul.
Are perhaps cool and men-related.
Instantly easing heat.
And inflammation.
The rain is at your command.
And so it becomes.
Whatever you need it to be.
Sense its healing flow down your body.
Allowing it to cleanse soon.
And renew every part of you.
From crown to toe.
As I count you down.
Helping you focus on your body in its entirety.
Home.
Feel the very first drops of the healing rain.
The ground of your head.
The blue luminous water flows down.
Flashing through the skin of your scalp and face.
Instantly smoothing your forehead and relaxing your temples.
Every drop whispers any mental pressure.
By losing thought.
Simply begins to dissolve.
Flow down.
Nine.
The steady stream of healing rain.
Moves to your jaw and neck.
Feel the water working its way.
Into the smallest muscle and nerve fibers.
And winding the tightness.
As the tension dissolves.
It mixes with the water.
Turning into.
A subtle dark gray energy.
Feel that water flowing down your shoulders.
And draining effortlessly away.
No longer a part of you.
Cleansing cascade.
Those down your shoulders and arms.
Notice that the rain seems to concentrate.
Almost forming a small stream.
Over any area.
Chronic pain.
Or discomfort the sapphire energy.
Penetrates deep into the joints and tissues.
Pain.
A sensation we can visualize.
It's a shark dark smoky energy.
Easily mixes with the water.
And then flows down,
Down,
Down.
And out through your fingertips.
Leaving them tingling.
Completely released.
You are shedding what is no longer needed.
7 constant stream of rain.
Moves to your chest and heart space.
Feel the gentle weight of the water.
Soothing any emotional burden.
Or heavy feeling you've carried today.
The luminous blue fills your center.
Purifying the space around your heart allowing it to be.
A soft,
Steady rhythm.
Wash clean of the residue of frustration.
Anxiety.
Or maybe even sadness you are safe You are home.
Sex.
Gentle cascade continues to flow.
Filling your stomach and abdomen.
The soft,
Calming energy.
The blue water soothes your core.
Settling any digestive discomfort.
A residual anxious energy.
You feel grounded fundamentally safe in your center.
Bye.
The rain now flows intensely.
Over your hips and pelvis inviting release.
From all the days sitting.
Standing.
Striving.
Feel the healing water.
Soaking deep into the hip sockets.
Dissolving all stiffness.
And allowing the connective tissue.
To become soft.
Fluid.
And completely at ease.
4 powerful stream of relief.
Just down your thighs and knees.
The water moves deep into the large muscles.
And around your joints.
Soothing every fiber carrying away any soreness.
Or for tea of the healing rays.
Washes over your knee.
Visualize the world with a coolness.
Bringing immediate welcomed relief.
Preparing them for total rest.
3 current of sapphire energy.
Reaches your calves and ankles.
The feeling is us gentle persistent flow.
Downward current.
Of relief every single drop.
Serves to push the tension.
And away.
Expansive space where everything may go.
When it's no longer needed.
Too.
The healing rain reaches your feet.
Flowing over the arches the heel.
And all the way to your toes.
You feel the final concentrated release.
Of all residual pain.
Physical or emotional.
This heaviness is now gone.
You can see it drain out of your souls.
Traveling into the vast neutralizing energy.
Of the earth below.
The brain continues its steady rhythm.
Ensuring the drainage is complete.
One.
You are now fully saturated.
In a healing rain.
Gentle,
Powerful cleanse.
Ensures the relief holds.
The process is sealed.
By the continuous rhythm of the drum.
Now.
With your body feeling.
Profoundly cleansed and light.
You know that the healing ray is a continuous protective force.
Will not stop It persists with your encouragement.
With its endless soothing sound.
That will now become.
Gentle song.
For your most perfect rest.
Now imagine being effortlessly guided.
With this new feeling.
Of deep,
Serene lightness.
Back to the sanctuary of your choosing.
This is your personal inner home.
A place where the continuous rain is a source.
Of absolute comfort.
Protection.
Into peace.
Serves to heal you.
Internally.
And externally.
This haven arouses cozy memories.
Steamy tonics.
Fluffy blankets Allow your mind to wander.
Breath to carry you.
The place you most wish to anchor.
This perfect rest.
Wherever you choose.
You may find your haven.
Is infused with warmth.
Absolute safety.
And the continuous lulling rhythm of the rain.
Choose the scene that calls to you most strongly.
Right now.
Maybe you arrive at a lakeside cabin.
Quiet room in the woods.
Where the rain falls onto a still.
Darkly.
Creating a field of mesmerizing rhythmic ripples.
Wrapped in blankets,
You face a glowing heart.
Maybe a beach house calls to you.
Storied Revue.
Built closed wild rolling dunes.
With billowing seagrass.
The rain is layer.
With a sob.
Rolling consistent rhythm of the distant waves Offering a sound of infinite relief.
Or perhaps you find yourself drawn to a city.
In a modern penthouse.
Offers a warm sleek space.
High above a glittering,
Distant city.
The rain rushes against.
Floor to ceiling glass windows.
Sealing you in a bubble of peace.
Making the external world.
Bleary,
Glittery painting Or do you find yourself?
In a forest cottage.
Deeply sheltered among towering cedars and pines.
Sway in the wind.
Hear the sound of the rain.
Is softened by the heavy canopy.
And the rich scent of pine and moss fills the air.
Tucking you in.
Profound,
Organic.
Quiet Choose one of these havens now to explore.
Or if your heart desires it.
Feel entirely free.
To create a space.
Completely crafted by your imagination.
Wherever you are Settle in.
This is your safe place.
Notice how the continuous rain.
Interacts with your environment.
You hear the distant rhythmic pattern.
The water.
In a subtle,
Precious silence.
It follows each pulse of sound.
Look out a window or doorway.
See the water hitting.
Dark reflective surface.
LA.
Or sad.
Mossy ground.
Or a reflective street.
Observe how the impact creates thousands of tiny rhythmic ripples.
That spread out and mesmerizing.
Endless concentric circles and in the same way.
Crystally blue waves of healing.
Radiate from your core.
Traveling to every crevice.
To the farthest cells and places.
That receive its soothing power.
You are perfectly dry.
And contentedly warm.
Keep it in this space.
Surrounded by soft support.
And thick blankets.
This is your private moment.
Of quiet protection.
Nothing may enter this realm.
Without your guidance.
So slide beneath the covers you have found.
Notice the comforting grounding weight of your body.
As it gently secures you.
Tagging you into this place.
Of absolute peace.
The continuous rain.
Is your final beautiful protector.
Of the sleepy rhythm of your breath.
And the profound sense of ease.
Carry you now.
You gently and gracefully.
Slip away from the sound of my voice.
Finding peace.
Finding comfort.
Finding healing.
Finding sleep It's time to dream away.
