Hey friend.
My name is Tyler.
And it's my absolute privilege.
To be your guide tonight.
As we venture through a peaceful forest.
To a cozy cabin.
Leaving the noise of the waking world behind.
And settling into a sanctuary.
Of absolute safety and comfort.
All while peaceful rain falls.
And thunder rumbles.
Off in the distance.
So find a comfortable position in bed.
And just allow your body to let go.
Resting your gaze out on the wall or the ceiling.
And allowing your eyes to close.
As I count down.
From five.
To four.
Feeling the growing weight.
Of your eyelids.
To three.
Leaving your day behind.
And settling into this time for peace and quiet.
As we arrive at two.
Your eyes flickering and fluttering.
Barely able to resist your eyes closing.
But holding on for just a moment.
Another second.
As we arrive.
At one.
And you allow your eyes to fall all the way closed.
Enjoying that first sense of complete relaxation.
In the muscles of your face.
Softening your forehead.
Your cheeks.
And your jaw.
Feeling the weight of your head.
As it sinks into the pillow.
You're back.
Your chest.
Your lambs.
Saddling into.
A position that feels naturally aligned.
And completely support it.
And take a slow,
Deep breath in through your nose.
Filling up completely.
Holding it for just a moment.
And as you exhale.
Feel yourself let go.
Once more.
Inhale.
Hole.
And exhale.
Softening deeper.
And even deeper down.
Allowing your breath to fall into its own natural rhythm.
And depth.
Each one.
Guiding you just the tiniest bit closer.
And closer.
To sleep.
And in this way.
You'll find a beautiful night's rest.
Following your own path there.
And I don't know exactly when you'll fall asleep.
Nor do I know exactly what will make you fall asleep the fastest.
But I do now.
That with each passing moment,
Your body is relaxing more.
And you are making your way closer.
And closer.
To the land of dreams.
For now.
There's nowhere else you need to be.
And nothing else you need to do.
You can simply follow the sound of my voice.
Allowing yourself to drift.
And your imagination.
To wander to a quiet.
Moss-covered path.
In the heart of an ancient forest.
The air is cool,
Crisp,
And clean.
Carrying the grounding scent of pine.
Damp earth.
And wild cedar.
And up ahead of you.
Nestled perfectly among the towering trees.
Is a cozy,
Secluded cabin.
This is your private retreat for the night.
A place built entirely.
For your comfort.
Where all the stresses and to-do's of the modern world.
Can no longer find you.
And before you make your way into the cabin.
You wander through the beautiful and sprawling garden.
That surrounds it on all sides.
This garden is filled with.
.
.
Soft glowing night blooms.
That radiate.
A calming pastel light.
And you pause.
Next to one particularly beautiful flower.
Its petals are soft.
And velvety to the touch.
And reaching out.
Through your own mind's eye.
You gently pick this flower.
Because metaphorically,
It represents the day you just lived.
And each petal.
Represents a specific thought.
Taz.
Happening or concerned.
That's still circling in your mind.
And one by one.
You begin to pluck the petals.
Releasing them into the breeze.
The first.
Representing a lingering thought.
And as you let it go.
Watching it drift away out of sight.
You feel that thought?
Damn.
And disappear.
And with the next petal.
You let go of any worries about tomorrow.
Letting the petal drop from your fingers.
And fall away from your mind.
Petal by petal.
You let go of everything.
That's still racing through your mind.
Watching each one float away.
And dissolve into the quiet evening air.
And with every petal you release.
You feel a corresponding weight lifting from your chest.
A freeing of space in your mind.
And a deeper relaxation.
All throughout your body.
And as you let go.
Of the last petal.
And the last lingering thought in your mind.
You notice a shift in the air.
A cool,
Refreshing breeze.
Sweeping through the garden.
Carrying that distinct.
Clean scent.
Of oncoming rain.
Over the mountain peaks in the distance.
You see heavy.
Majestic storm clouds rolling in.
Blanketing the sky in darker shades.
Of grey.
And indigo.
And just as the sun sets behind the mountains.
The first.
Heavy drops of rain.
Begin to fall.
Plopping and tapping.
Softly against the leaves.
And so you make your way.
Up the wooden steps of the cabin's porch.
Finding a seed.
In a plush.
And comfortable rocking chair.
Underneath the covering.
And as you settle into the chair.
Maybe wrapping yourself in a blanket.
Completely dry and secure.
Under the overhang of the porch roof.
You relax.
And watch as the storm rolls in.
You enjoy that.
Steady.
And rhythmic pitter-patter of the rain.
Bouncing upon the roof.
And the forest floor.
In a beautiful and all-natural symphony.
And just as the rain.
Washes away the dirt.
On all of the plants and the roads.
You envision the rain as.
.
.
A cleansing for yourself as well.
Washing away the remnants of your worries.
Rinsing your soul and your spirit.
And ask the low.
And distant rumble of thunder.
Echoes through the mountains.
It's deep.
And resonant vibrations.
Pass through your body.
Completely drowning out all thoughts.
Beyond this very moment.
Like a blanket of static.
On the thinking self.
The thunder leaves only a profound and hollow silence in its wake.
And has this deeper sense of peace.
And calm washes over you.
You feel a resounding sense of safety.
And relaxation.
As you rest warm and dry.
Watching the grand power of nature.
Rolling past.
And as the raindrops fall.
Your breaths come and go.
And the moments pass.
You feel yourself.
Settling deeper.
And deeper into peace.
More relaxed.
More comfortable.
The night.
Has fallen completely now.
And the storm has.
Settled into a steady.
Comforting downpour.
And it's at this time.
You feel ready to retire inside the cabin.
So you push open the heavy.
Timber Door.
And step inside.
Or a gentle fire.
Crackling in the stone hearth.
Welcomes you into its embrace.
Casting a warm,
And amber glow.
Across the exposed wooden beams.
And the woven rugs on the floor.
Outside.
The rain continues to fall against the window panes.
And the thunder rumbles softly.
Off in the distance.
But inside.
Feels like a womb of safety.
And warmth.
The walls are thick.
The roof is sturdy.
And you are entirely insulated.
From not only the storm.
But everything.
In the outside world.
So you turn off the lights.
And walk over.
To the big cozy bed.
Layered.
With the softest linen sheets.
And as you slide beneath.
Heavy blankets.
You feel your body.
Instantly adjusting.
To the perfect contour of the mattress.
And in that moment.
When you lay your head down.
And release its weight completely.
You feel a profound stillness.
Washing over your body.
Your mind.
And your spirit.
The sound of the rain on the roof.
Is your own rhythmic and hypnotic lullaby.
Speaking directly to your subconscious mind.
That this is the time for rest.
Your eyelids,
So heavy.
And your limbs so loose.
Moment by moment.
Drifting faster and faster.
Into the deepest.
And most restorative sleep.
Of your life.
Feeling completely safe.
In your very own sanctuary.
Protected.
Warm.
And secure.
Your thoughts drifting away with the storm.
Leaving the mind.
Perfectly quiet.
Perfectly still.
Releasing.
All day time efforts.
Letting go of every worry.
You no longer need to carry.
The rhythm of the rain.
Guiding your body.
Into the rhythms of deep.
Natural sleep.
Finding gratitude.
For the day just passed.
And the lessons it brought.
As you release the memory of it.
Completely.
Overcome by a blissful heaviness.
Of total peace.
Guiding your body.
Deeper.
And even deeper down.
Into the bath.
Your nervous system is calming.
Rebalancing.
And relaxing.
The longer the storm rumbles.
And the rain falls.
The safer you feel.
And the more you let go.
And just as you trust the rain to fall.
Trusting in your body.
That it will fall asleep.
At exactly the moment.
It needs to.
To get exactly as much sleep.
As you need tonight.
Knowing that your body and your mind are naturally designed for rest.
Just as the rain.
Is naturally designed.
To cleanse the earth.
Drifting.
And sinking.
Deeper and deeper.
With each passing breath.
Thankful for your life.
For your health.
And for this sacred time.
To rest.
And recover.
Every cell of your body.
Recharging completely.
With vitals.
Healing energy.
All while you sleep.
Resting easy.
In the knowledge that You have done enough today.
That you are always enough.
In and of yourself.
And that tomorrow.
You will awake.
Feeling completely refreshed,
Renewed.
And energized.
Healed by the soothing sound of the rain.
And for now.
.
.
Simply enjoying this time.
For peace and quiet.
Where you have absolutely nothing to do.
But relax.
And allow yourself to sink.
To dread.
To fade.
To simply be.
And on your own time.
Fall.
Into a deep.
And peaceful sleep.
The sound of the rain on the roof.
Is your own rhythmic and hypnotic lullaby.
Speaking directly to your subconscious mind.
That this is the time for rest.
Your eyelids,
So heavy.
And your limbs so loose.
Moment by moment.
Drifting faster and faster.
Into the deepest.
And most restorative sleep of your life.
Feeling completely safe.
In your very own sanctuary.
Protected.
Warm.
And secure.
Your thoughts drifting away with the storm.
Leaving the mind.
Perfectly quiet.
Perfectly still.
Releasing all daytime efforts.
Letting go of every worry.
You no longer need to carry.
The rhythm of the rain.
Guiding your body.
Into the rhythms of deep.
Natural sleep.
Finding gratitude.
For the day just passed.
And the lessons it brought.
As you release the memory of it.
Completely.
Overcome by a blissful heaviness.
Of total peace.
Guiding your body.
Deeper.
And even deeper down.
Into the bath.
Your nervous system is calming.
Rebalancing.
And relaxing.
The longer the storm rumbles.
And the rain falls.
The safer you feel.
And the more you let go.
And just as you trust the rain to fall.
Trusting in your body.
That it will fall asleep.
At exactly the moment.
It needs to.
To get exactly as much sleep.
As you need tonight.
Knowing that your body and your mind are naturally designed for rest.
Just as the rain.
Is naturally designed.
To cleanse the earth.
Drifting.
And sinking.
Deeper and deeper.
With each passing breath.
Thankful for your life.
For your health.
And for this sacred time to rest.
And recover.
Every cell of your body.
Recharging completely.
With vitals.
Healing energy.
All while you sleep.
Resting easy.
In the knowledge that You have done enough today.
That you are always enough.
In and of yourself.
And that tomorrow.
You will awake.
Feeling completely refreshed,
Renewed.
And energize.
Heal.
By the soothing sound of the rain.
And for now.
.
.
Simply enjoying this time.
For peace and quiet.
Where you have absolutely nothing to do.
But relax.
And allow yourself to sink.
To dread.
To fade.
To simply be.
And on your own time.
Fall into a deep sleep.
And peaceful sleep.
The sound of the rain on the roof.
Is your own rhythmic and hypnotic lullaby.
Speaking directly to your subconscious mind.
That this is the time for rest.
Your eyelids,
So heavy.
And your limbs so loose.
Moment by moment.
Drifting faster and faster.
Into the deepest.
And most restorative sleep of your life.
Feeling completely safe.
In your very own sanctuary.
Protected.
Warm.
And secure.
Your thoughts.
Drifting away with the storm.
Leaving the mind.
Perfectly quiet.
Perfectly still.
Releasing all daytime efforts.
Letting go of every worry.
You no longer need to carry.
The rhythm of the rain.
Guiding your body.
Into the rhythms of deep.
Natural sleep.
Finding gratitude.
But the day just passed.
And the lessons it brought.
As you release the memory of it completely.
Overcome by a blissful heaviness.
Of total peace.
Guiding your body.
Deeper.
And even deeper down.
Into the bath.
Your nervous system is calming.
Rebalancing.
And relaxing.
The longer the storm rumbles.
And the rain falls.
The safer you feel.
And the more you let go.
And just as you trust.
The rain to fall.
Trusting in your body.
That it will fall asleep.
At exactly the moment.
It needs to.
To get exactly as much sleep.
As you need tonight.
Knowing that your body and your mind are naturally designed for rest.
Just as the rain.
Is naturally designed.
To cleanse the urns.
Drifting.
And sinking.
Deeper and deeper.
With each passing breath.
Thankful for your life.
For your health.
And for this sacred time to rest.
And recover.
Every cell of your body.
Recharging completely.
With vitals.
Healing energy.
All while you sleep.
Resting easy.
And the knowledge that You have done enough today.
That you are always enough.
In and of yourself.
And that tomorrow.
You will awake.
Feeling completely refreshed,
Renewed.
And energized.
Heal.
By the soothing sound of the rain.
And for now.
.
.
Simply enjoying this time.
For peace and quiet.
Where you have absolutely nothing to do.
But relax.
And allow yourself to sink.
To dread.
To fade.
To simply be.
And on your own time.
Fall into a deep sleep.
And peaceful sleep.
