Welcome dear one,
You've arrived at just the right time.
The day is done,
The world is quiet and now it's time to let yourself rest.
Breathe in gently and out.
Let your shoulders drop,
Let the thoughts of the day melt like morning frost beneath a rising sun.
Tonight you are invited to journey somewhere ancient and sacred,
A realm beyond waking that exists just behind the veil of sleep.
A place not everyone remembers,
But you are ready.
Let your body become still,
Let your breath slow and soften.
Now let me take you to a world made not of time and stone,
But of starlight,
Silence and dreams.
Let us begin.
There is a door,
It does not exist in the world you know and yet it has always been waiting for you.
It appears now,
In the space behind your eyes,
Tall,
Silent,
Glowing faintly as if made of moonlight woven with memory.
You step toward it and as you do,
The ground beneath your feet feels soft,
Like cloud or forgotten sand.
The air is warm with a hush,
Like the inside of a whispered promise.
You touch the door and it opens without sound.
Beyond it is the luminous realm.
This is the place where souls are born and where they return.
A land of floating islands,
Silver rivers and endless twilight.
The sky above is a canvas of deep indigo,
Scattered with slow falling stars.
Each one drifts like a petal from the heavens.
You step into this world,
Weightless.
A silver path unfurls before you,
Winding gently through fields of tall,
Glowing grass.
Fireflies the size of hummingbirds flutter past,
Trailing sparks of memory.
And in the distance you see it.
A great building of crystalline towers and soft,
Spiraling bridges.
The Hall of Destiny.
You arrive at its base.
The Hall stands silent and still,
But you feel it hum.
A low,
Ancient song that seems to come not from walls or stone,
But from something older,
Something inside you.
The doors open at your approach.
Inside,
The Hall stretches endlessly.
Pillars of light reach high into the unseen sky.
The floor reflects everything like calm water,
But doesn't ripple when you step.
And all around you,
Floating gently in the air,
Are orbs of light.
Thousands of them,
Each glowing with a distinct colour,
A unique warmth,
Each one a soul.
Some are flickering gently,
New and curious.
Others shine like the morning sun,
Ancient,
Wise,
Complete.
They drift silently,
Peacefully,
Never colliding,
Never lost.
You understand without words.
These are the souls of all beings,
Past,
Present,
And still becoming,
Including yours.
A quiet figure approaches.
They are cloaked in robes made of mist and moonlight.
You cannot see their face,
But you feel only comfort and recognition.
They bow gently and speak,
Not with words,
But directly into your mind.
You are welcome,
Dreamer.
You are safe.
You have come far to remember.
They extend a hand,
And in their palm appears an orb,
Warm,
Soft,
And glowing with a gentle blue light.
This,
They tell you,
Is yours.
You reach out and take it.
As your fingers close around the orb,
A wave of peace flows through you.
You see flashes,
Glimpses,
Not of memory exactly,
But of essence.
A child laughing beside a river.
A moment of stillness beneath the stars.
A choice made from love long ago.
Your soul has travelled far,
And it has always found its way back.
The guide gestures for you to follow.
Together you walk deeper into the hall,
Past great mirrors that reflect not faces,
But truths,
Past soft spiralling staircases that lead to gardens blooming with sound and silence.
You come at last to a vast chamber.
In its centre is the map of possibilities,
A great circular mosaic that shifts and swirls with light.
It shows not geography,
But potential.
Paths.
Choices.
Destinies.
Flickering like candle flames.
Your guide invites you to sit at its edge.
You do,
And feel the gentle gravity of your soul drawing inward,
Like the tide pulling towards shore.
You gaze into the mosaic,
And for a moment,
It stills.
A single thread of light appears.
Your path.
Not all of it.
Not the whole.
But enough.
Enough to feel what lies ahead is not unknown.
Just waiting.
Waiting for you to dream it into being.
Your guide places the soul orb into a shallow pool beside you.
It floats,
Then slowly descends,
Resting gently on the bottom,
Glowing peacefully.
Let it rest,
They say.
It is full.
You have lived well.
They place a hand over your heart.
Sleep now,
Dreamer.
The hall will remain.
You feel your body softening even more.
Your mind is light,
As if it could float like the orbs above you.
The chamber grows dim.
The stars outside blink slowly,
Like the eyes of something ancient and kind.
You lie down beside the pool.
The floor is soft as cloud.
The air,
Like a lullaby.
And as sleep begins to take you fully,
You hear the voice again.
Softer now.
Almost part of your breath.
You are a keeper of light.
A walker of stars.
A child of the infinite.
And you are never lost.
You drift now,
Past memory,
Past name,
Into the great silence beyond words.
The hall remains.
The orbs drift on.
And you,
Soul shining gently in its rest,
Are at peace.
Let go now.
You are safe.
The hall of destiny awaits.
Always.
And your soul knows the way.
Good night,
Dreamer.
Sleep well.
