Meeting Raisi in a twilight forest.
Calm,
Protective,
Sacred guardians.
Welcome.
Let's make it simple.
If it feels good,
Close your eyes.
And take a long breath in through your nose.
And a slow breath out through your mouth.
Let your shoulders soften.
Let your jaw unclench.
And let the space behind your eyes widen.
You don't have to do anything perfectly here.
You only have to arrive.
In your mind's eye,
Imagine yourself standing at the edge of a twilight forest.
The sky is indigo,
And the last light of the day is lingering on the horizon.
The air is cool and clean,
As if the rain has visited recently.
And just take a moment to have that smell arrive with you as well.
This beautiful place where you can settle in.
In this place we are going to open our sacred circle.
Calm,
Protective,
And steady.
To the east we call in eagle.
Clear sight,
Clean air,
And quiet mind.
Eagle circles above,
Not to watch for danger,
But to remind you that you are held in a larger perspective.
To the south we call in jaguar.
Strong boundaries,
Deep courage,
And the power to move through the dark without fear.
Jaguar starts in the forest line,
Grounded and unshakable.
To the west we call in whale.
Ancient,
Khan,
Emotional depth,
And the soft strength of tide.
Whale's presence arrives like a slow wave through your chest,
Steadying your heart.
To the north we call in wolf.
Loyal protection,
Instinct,
And the wisdom to choose what is true.
Wolf rests nearby,
A calm,
Sentinel reminding of your body that you're safe.
Above you we call in dragon.
Guardian of the higher realm.
A fast,
Benevolent present.
A sheltering sky of protection.
And below you we call in serpent.
Guardian of the deep earth.
A grounding current that runs through your legs,
Your feet,
Your bones,
Anchoring you in the now.
And just feel how the circle is sealed.
Not tight,
Not restrictive,
Just clear.
A boundary made of laws.
Let's begin to walk into the forest.
The path is soft under your feet.
Moss,
Needles,
Damp leaves.
Trees stand tall,
Wise,
Unhurried.
The twilight makes everything gentler.
As you walk,
Notice your breath,
That it becomes slower without forcing it.
Like the forest is breathing you.
With each step,
You're leaving behind the noise of the day.
The little pulls,
The little worries,
The pressure to keeping up.
Here,
There is no keeping up,
There's only being.
And as you move deeper,
The forest becomes quiet in a particular way.
That sacred hush that feels like a temple without walls.
Here,
Take a break and pause.
Place one hand on your heart and one hand on your belly,
If you like.
And gently ask yourself,
What do I truly need beneath everything?
Not what should you need.
Not what you can justify.
Not what looks good,
Just what's true.
Then in the silence that follows,
Let the forest answer you.
Not with words,
But with a feeling.
A soft signal from your body.
A small exhale,
A loosening.
And here in this forest,
Where you're taking your pause,
Where you are in the now,
You notice a glow.
Not bright,
But unmistakable.
Let's follow this glow slowly and respectfully.
And then there,
On the side of a fallen tree,
You see this beautiful,
Ricy mushroom.
A shelf of deep reddish brown with a lacquered shine,
As if the forest polished it with patience.
Ricy looks like a crown of dignity.
Take a moment to simply look.
And notice what happens in your body as you do.
Some parts of you might relax,
As it recognizes an ancient ally.
Ricy doesn't rush you towards you.
It doesn't perform.
It doesn't persuade.
It simply is.
And that is part of the myth.
Imagine you sit down nearby on the soft ground.
And you are at Ricy's level.
Humble,
Present,
Listening.
And you can speak to Ricy in the simplest way.
Thank you for meeting me.
And wait for that invitation.
The invitation to go into a dialogue.
Where you can ask,
What are you here to restore in me?
And instead of straining for an answer,
Let it come in Ricy's language.
Slow,
Mercy,
Honest.
Maybe an image,
A word,
A memory,
A feeling in your body.
Or simply a deeper calm.
Whatever comes is enough.
Imagine here Ricy's presence is creating a subtle shield around them.
Not an armor,
Not a wall,
But a boundary of clarity.
Like a thin,
Lacquered layer of protection.
Light enough to let love in.
Strong enough to keep depletion out.
And feel it around your energy field.
Around your heart,
Around your mind,
Around your time.
And just breathe it in.
And breathe it out.
If you like,
You can repeat quietly.
I heal slowly and truly.
My energy is precious.
I choose what nourishes me.
I am allowed to be steady.
And let your nervous system hear this.
You are not behind.
You are not failing.
You are restoring.
And when you're ready,
Slowly stand.
Offer gratitude to Ricy in the forest.
And begin to walk along the path.
As you return,
Notice what you're bringing.
With you,
Something.
Not a heavy lesson,
A steady medicine.
As you reach the edge of the forest,
Feel your body again.
Your feet,
Your legs,
Your hands,
Your shoulders.
And take a deep breath in.
And a longer breath out.
We gently close our sacred circle.
Thank you,
Eagle of the East,
For clear sight.
Thank you,
Jaguar of the South,
For strong boundaries.
Thank you,
Whale of the West,
For deep peace.
Thank you,
Wolf of the North,
For protection and truth.
Thank you,
Dragon above,
For the higher loves.
And thank you,
Serpent below,
For your grounded presence.
The circle remains in your spirit whenever you need it.
But for now,
We release this space with gratitude.
May you move through your day with steadier breath.
May you protect your energy with gentle honesty.
May you remember that slow healing is still powerful healing.
And may Reishi remind you,
You don't have to prove your worth to deserve rest.
When you're ready,
Blink your eyes open and welcome back.
And welcome home.
