The Ice Palace: A Guided Sleep Story And Practice

Relax and unwind into a deep sleep with this bedtime story for grownups that will transport you to the pristine snowy landscape as you travel to the Ice Palace. An invitation-only experience, you answer the calling and uncover the connection to your self and own personal mental vacation. Upon arrival at the Ice Palace, you are pampered and celebrated before finding respite in a canopy bed by the fire. It's time to dream away.

Transcript

Allow yourself to be guided into a deep slumber with this hypnotic sleep story and guided sleep meditation that will take you on a journey through a timeless frozen landscape upon fresh icy blue snow before finding refuge in an ice castle.

So find a safe place where you may comfortably relax,

Let go,

And fall asleep for the night.

I'd like to welcome you to Michelle Sanctuary.

As you are listening,

You may think of my voice as that of a gentle guide here to help you transition from your waking life over the bridge into your sleeping life.

You are listening to the ice palace,

A wintry adult bedtime story that takes place in a distant time without the silent buzz of electronics or distractions or pressures of the modern world.

To a magical place and time where mysticism is alive and well and you may trek across the pristine landscape of freshly fallen white snow that refracts the last of the day's fading sun.

An illuminescence born of prisms of refracting light that act like a twinkling rainbow halo.

You may inhale deeply so that your belly rises,

Your chest expands,

And you feel purified by the clean night air.

Or you exhale it all out as you release every last bit of tension in your body.

And you may visualize your breath leaving your mouth in a frosty white cloud in this wintry landscape as your feet step upon the packed white snow.

The air is so clean and so cool that it causes your nose to tingle as you inhale deeply again,

Feeling your chest rise against the snug embrace of your winter attire that adorns you like a sleeping bag that is warm fitting and custom for you.

In fact,

You may know before venturing further that this entire night's adventure is customized just for you.

Left to your own creative devices and imaginative controls that are in your mind.

Feeling the uniqueness that is you,

That has been you throughout every day of this life in your body.

Letting go.

Exhaling.

Releasing.

The snowflakes fall around you,

Individualized and the size of small coins that glisten.

They are so big and bountiful.

You may see the unique lace-like and lattice designs in each one as a cluster of flakes fall upon your nose and lips and melt instantly.

And each snowflake to melt upon you is a chilly yet refreshing reminder that you are alive.

It brings you to the moment.

It feels so good to be in the moment.

You are adorned in a hand-knit scarf in your favorite patina that billows in the breeze behind you as you walk along hills that float like glittering ivory waves beneath the late day's sun.

You have heard of the Ice Palace for many years and received the invitation to visit something coveted and desired by many.

But it was you who received the call and you answered it.

And you realized how precious it is to receive an opportunity and what it requires to believe that you are worthy of it.

That you are worthy when the universe rises up to deliver things you have desired and hoped for and worked for.

And on this journey on a wintry day somewhere in time,

You can hear the guidance within you.

The intuitive voice that protected you before you even understood language as a small child.

And you were in tune with every feeling and sixth sense.

So too right now,

You are guided by this voice that calls you like an internal GPS as you continue the ascent of the snowy hills lined by evergreen trees that are dusted like powdery sugar donuts beneath a layer of snow.

You feel like you belong.

You feel welcome.

A white fluffy rabbit,

Like a puffy cotton ball,

Hops across your path,

Pausing to catch your gaze.

And you lock eyes in a mutual respect and acknowledgement that you are both alive and present and belong here.

As if all the living beings of this landscape have been informed of your arrival and to welcome you.

You walk along a babbling silvery blue rock that bubbles and flows beneath a thin layer of ice that acts like a glass topper.

You inhale the fragrance of balsam fir and pine,

And the cool slate smell of wet snow.

Crunching along upon the snow,

You find your balance with each step as you walk towards a clearing in the trees,

Ascending further up until you see the ice palace.

You come to an abrupt stop,

So incredibly awestruck by the sight of this ice castle that is ornately designed and looms above and beneath the evening sky.

As the sun begins to set behind it,

You may see the ice walls are changing every second from rich shades of magenta and amber to deeper hues of plum and azure.

While the castle is severe,

The peaks of the roof an outline jutting against the landscape.

It is unique and yet still one with the environment that colors it.

And you realize in this harmonious moment that you are allowed as well to be fierce and unique and still be one with all that is around you.

You can just be you,

Your own individual self,

While also being a part of something bigger.

And as night falls,

You continue to climb the last hill that leads you to the entryway of the ice castle.

You approach the entryway and are met by a butler who opens the door with a warm smile and greets you by name.

The palace is yours and I am at your service.

Please feel free to change at your leisure,

He responds,

Greeting you with a tray of your favorite hot beverage.

He gestures to clothing hung in the foyer.

The floors are like icy cerulean marble,

Covered by plush ivory rugs.

You remove your coat and boots and change into a velvet self-warming house coat and plush slippers that are marked with your initials.

You run your fingers along the embroidered monogram,

Feeling so welcome and content.

Before taking the hot beverage from the tray and following the butler on a tour,

You step upon the plush rugs,

Feeling the heat that radiates from them and your attire that magically warms the air around you.

When you sip the beverage,

Feeling the warm and intoxicating elixir coat your lips and your palate and bring you to a deeper sense of calm and relaxation with this simple luxury.

The butler guides you to a library where books are stacked upon white birch shells that are sunken within the ice walls.

There is a settee alongside the fire and you are invited to take a seat and enjoy the fire which you watch dance inside the middle of the room so that everywhere in this grand library the fire may be seen.

The butler explains that you may enjoy the light meal that has been prepared for you and is waiting on the table alongside the satin settee.

You make yourself comfortable and lift a silver tray cover to reveal a plate of your favorite foods.

The wind and snow whips around the ice palace and through the windows you may see the snow continuing to fall outside as a blizzard moves in.

Feeling so full and nurtured,

So eased into a state of relaxation as the fire crackles and pops and casts an orange glow upon the ice walls.

This palace is like a chameleon constantly adapting to the change in weather and lighting and hours of the day that paint new hues upon it and you appreciate this adaptation,

This going with the flow,

How much you aspire to this fluidity in your own life.

To adapt to changes rather than to fight them,

Just letting go.

Feeling so pampered and content,

The butler comes to greet you and guide you to your room to retire for the night.

Rise and follow him,

Walking through the foyer and ascending upon a moving escalator of ice blocks.

When you step upon them,

You are surprised that your slippers mold into the ice with a grip so strong you cannot fall,

Locking you in place as you ascend to the second floor,

Gliding higher and higher up.

Feeling as if you were floating on a cloud,

You go up and up before reaching the second floor.

As you step off the escalator,

Your slippers now released.

You look down upon the room and the chandelier that hangs above the vast space below.

You have never been in a home so grand and so expansive and you take in this grandeur and feeling of wealth.

Allow yourself to feel rich,

To feel blessed,

To feel the bounty of this moment as this experience will soon become a memory that you may return to whenever you so desire.

So you may connect with and radiate these feelings of abundance and prosperity.

Waiting for you with patience,

The butler continues when you are ready,

Guiding you to your room for the night,

Pulling back velvet curtains in your favorite color that expand to the ceiling,

Which rises more than double your height.

And as you enter inside,

There is a rush of warm air brought on by the fire that is set behind a canopy bed adorned with rich and heavy tapestry drapes.

Shadows dance like delicate fingers creating shadow puppets on the ceiling and the walls from the flickering fire.

There is a massage table where a massage therapist waits for you.

The room smells of essential oils,

Of balsam,

Fur and winter aromas.

And the butler says you may ring a bell by the bed if you need anything.

The butler smiles and nods as he leaves,

And the massage therapist greets you,

Asking what type of healing massage you would most enjoy.

And you let her know whatever it is you need,

Before she guides you to a changing room and leaves you alone to disrobe.

And you do,

Finding a white cotton wrap that you drape around your body as you return to the main part of the suite.

The therapist helps you upon the massage table,

And you lie down,

Feeling the warmth of the heated table beneath you is like a warm body of water.

And you rest your face on a pillow,

Looking down upon the exposed ice floor.

She begins to work her strong hands and fingers into the knots and places of tension in your body,

And you feel your muscles begin to melt like soft wax in a newly lit candle.

Keeping your eyes open on the icy floor below,

She continues to knead your muscles and back.

As you notice,

Images begin to appear below you.

It's as if looking into a magic mirror,

Where you see yourself in this moment,

Reflecting back.

But then an overlay of an early memory appears.

It is a memory of when you were happy,

When you had an idea about something that you wanted to see happen,

And it did,

And you see yourself now.

A reflection upon this past memory,

As you take it in and smile.

All the while,

Your body is being released of tension with the strong hands of the massage therapist,

Inhaling and exhaling,

You just let go.

Your eyes now focus as the memory begins to melt,

Creating a puddle below,

Before freezing again in a flash.

And now instead of the past memory,

You see something in the future.

You see yourself doing something you have longed to do for a very long time.

Perhaps this is something you have never told anyone about before.

Perhaps it is so precious to you,

It is so important and so longed for,

That it felt safer being kept locked within.

But now you see this dream released,

And coming to fruition in the movie that plays before you on the ice floor below the massage table.

And you feel almost euphoric.

You feel the unique part of you.

You feel that you are enough,

Because you are enough.

You deserve this.

You have the right to make this happen.

And with that,

You surrender and close your eyes,

Still sensing the dancing shadows from the fire,

That are like silhouettes upon your eyelids.

Your body now relaxes even more,

As the therapist presses into all the nooks and crannies of your body that have been unreachable,

Letting it all go.

Feeling so tired and heavy and at ease.

Feeling so blessed,

So relaxed.

Your body now covered in a fragrant oil that brings you deeper into a sense of feeling good and feeling tranquil.

Your body is so warm right now.

And she begins to finish by running her fingers through your hair,

Massaging your scalp as a tingling sensation courses all over your head and face,

Traveling down your spine like a gentle electric course of energy.

How good it feels to be you.

And she pats your head and brings your hair back.

So at ease,

The final gentle touch is bringing you to a state of sleep.

You take a few moments inhaling and exhaling,

So ready for bed.

She helps you rise and brings you to your bed,

Where you may nestle down beneath the heavy,

Heated comforter.

The weight of it makes you feel secure as you are tucked in for the night.

And in the canopy bed,

You may look straight up through the ceiling,

A ceiling of translucent ice,

And the wind has whipped the snow off its surface as the moon above cuts through the clouds in a silvery glow.

And you feel connected to the vast,

Infinite universe that is out there,

That is part of you,

And you are a part of.

The fire continues to burn and crackle and pop,

As the wind continues to whip around the ice palace,

And the snow falls upon the streamy winter escape.

And you are so ready to fall asleep,

Right now,

Letting go of my voice,

Letting go of this experience,

Feeling so safe in what would be considered a challenging climate,

Because it is possible to find safety wherever you go,

And this possibility gives you a great sense of ease and peace of mind,

Because you are so resilient and adaptable,

Because you are never given more than you can handle,

And this precious invitation,

And once in a lifetime invitation,

Has only emphasized this further.

And with this hope that burns within you,

Like the flames of the fire,

You are ready to drift towards healing dreams of hope and peace.

You are free to treat your dreamscape as a blank canvas,

With your desires like paint brushes,

Dipping into watercolors,

Flowing out of you from your heart center and your imagination.

You are free to let go of my voice and walk across the magical bridge between your waking life and the sleep that awaits you,

And I am going to count you down,

Deeper and deeper down towards sleep.

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Finding bliss,

Finding peace,

Finding sleep,

It's time to dream away.

Goodnight.

And and and and and and and Thanks for watching!

Reviews

Didnt hear the end of it im 12 but I thought it was amazing 🤩

Excellent bedtime story! I fell sound asleep 😴 and just woke now with the alarm ⏰. Thank you kindly Michelle for these wonderful stories! 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

I fell asleep so quickly. I fell asleep in 10 minutes!! Thank you for another great story! 💗💗

Magnifique... I love snow and the way you describe it is magical. ❄️Even if it snows in the middle of the night, I go outside , playing with my dog ( just a kid).
This story is magical, thank you so much. 🙏
Also for your migraine and painrelief, works better than any pill!
With 🤍,
Blessed Be; Morgaine ☃️

I just love all of your stories! ❤️❤️

I only got a few minutes in! But what I heard was beautiful!

Put me to sleep
Wonderful.

Your bedtime stories are delightful. I never hear the endings - perfect! 😴💜😴💜

Beautiful! Thanks!!

So serene and magical. 😴

I don't remember much...I fell asleep pretty quickly.

Thank you🙏🏻😴🙏🏻😴🙏🏻😴

Yet another amazing adventure.

Beautiful story, but again I didn’t hear the end because I fell asleep.