Welcome,
Begin by closing your eyes now.
Let your breath fall into a steady rhythm,
In through the nose and then out through the mouth.
And again,
In through the nose and then out through the mouth.
And again,
In through the nose and then exhale through the mouth.
Each breath is slower.
And each breath is softer.
And each breath is opening a door inside you.
You're about to enter a place you've carried with you your whole life.
A place of memory,
Of insight,
Of wisdom beyond words.
So,
Imagine now that you're walking down a long hallway.
The floor beneath you is smooth and is lit by soft golden lanterns along the wall.
The light flickers gently and at the end of the hallway stand two massive wooden doors.
They're ancient,
Carved and beautiful.
So you push them open and you step inside.
Now,
Before you stretches an inner library,
Shelves rising higher than you can see,
Row upon row disappearing into the distance.
The air here is still,
But it's very alive,
Charged with a quiet hum,
As though the walls themselves are aware of your presence.
You walk slowly now and you notice the glow of the books.
Each one is radiating a faint light.
They're not just books,
But they're vessels of memory,
Repositories of wisdom you've carried across time.
Now,
Some books contain forgotten lessons,
Some hold strengths that you've not yet touched,
And some carry insights your conscious mind has never glimpsed,
But this library belongs entirely to you.
And as you walk among the shelves,
Notice one book that stands out.
Not by accident,
As it calls to you,
It glows brighter,
It hums stronger.
Its presence is undeniable.
So,
You reach for it and you take it gently into your hands.
The cover feels warm,
Like it's almost alive.
So hold it against your chest for a moment,
Notice the calm it brings,
As though it recognizes you.
And now open it.
The pages unfold,
But they're not ordinary words.
Some may appear as symbols and some as images,
And some as feelings that rise in your heart.
So don't strain to understand,
Just let the wisdom flow into you.
So,
Page by page,
You absorb the meaning,
A forgotten strength,
A reminder of your worth,
A truth that you needed in this very moment.
It seeps into you without effort,
Like water sinking into thirsty soil.
So,
Pause here and let the book reveal one message clearly.
It could be a phrase,
A picture,
A knowing.
Just receive it and trust it.
So,
Close the book gently now.
Hold it against your chest and notice how the wisdom doesn't vanish when the book shuts.
It's already within you now.
It has always been with you.
The library only helps you remember.
So,
Step back now.
Look around at the endless shelves.
Row upon row of wisdom.
Every book is waiting patiently.
This library is infinite.
It holds everything you've ever learned,
And everything you ever will.
So,
Notice how safe it feels here,
And notice how quiet.
This is your inner sanctuary,
And you can return here whenever you need,
Whenever you seek guidance,
Or whenever you feel lost.
So,
Take a breath now.
Anchor this place in your memory.
Feel how real it is,
Because it is real.
It exists in you.
Now walk slowly back toward the doors,
And they open with ease.
And you step into the hallway again,
Lanterns flickering gently as you pass.
And when you reach the end,
You find yourself back in the present moment.
The book you chose,
The wisdom you received,
Is still within you,
And is ready to guide your steps into the world outside.
So,
Take three slow breaths.
Feel your body.
Feel the ground beneath you.
And know whenever you close your eyes,
The library is waiting,
Filled with everything you need to remember.
So,
Open your eyes now when you're ready,
Carrying wisdom,
Carrying presence,
And carrying the quiet strength of the library within.
Good work today,
And namaste.
