Speaker 1: Hello, and welcome back to the Starlight Library. It's wonderful
Speaker 1: to have you return once again to this place of
Speaker 1: peace and sanctuary. Tonight, we're going to discover something truly
Speaker 1: magical within these walls. A hidden courtyard where nature and
Speaker 1: library come together in the most beautiful harmony. A secret
Speaker 1: garden under glass where you can rest among flowers and
Speaker 1: flowing water, held by the quiet embrace of growing things.
Speaker 1: But first, as always, let's settle in together. Find your
Speaker 1: most comfortable position, allowing your body to be completely supported,
Speaker 1: whether you're lying down or sitting, just let yourself be
Speaker 1: held fully. Gently, take a slow, deep breath in through
Speaker 1: your nose, filling your lungs with calm, and exhale softly
Speaker 1: through your mouth, releasing any tension you've been carrying again,
Speaker 1: breathing deeply, welcoming peace, and breathe out, letting go of
Speaker 1: the day of any worries, of anything that weighs on
Speaker 1: you one more time, breathing in renewal and freshness, and
Speaker 1: breathing out, surrendering into this moment of complete rest. Beautiful
Speaker 1: as your breathing finds its own natural, easy rhythm, allow
Speaker 1: your eyes to close gently or soften your gaze, whichever
Speaker 1: feels right for you. Notice how your body is already
Speaker 1: beginning to feel heavier, more relaxed, more at peace with
Speaker 1: each breath you take. There's nowhere else you need to be,
Speaker 1: nothing else you need to do. This time is entirely yours,
Speaker 1: just for rest, for renewal, for deep and healing sleep.
Speaker 1: And now in your mind's eye, you find yourself standing
Speaker 1: before the familiar entrance of the Starlight Library. The night
Speaker 1: is clear and beautiful. The air is mild and pleasant,
Speaker 1: with a gentle warmth that speaks of spring or early summer.
Speaker 1: Above you, the sky is deep in to go, scattered
Speaker 1: with countless stars, and a full moon hangs luminous and bright,
Speaker 1: casting silver light across everything. You can smell something wonderful
Speaker 1: on the night air, flowers, night blooming jasmine perhaps, and honeysuckle,
Speaker 1: something sweet and intoxicating, carried on the softest breeze. The
Speaker 1: library doors stand before you, and through the glass you
Speaker 1: can see the familiar warm glow of lamps within. But
Speaker 1: tonight there's something else, a different quality to the light,
Speaker 1: something softer, more natural, almost luminous. You push open the
Speaker 1: doors and step inside, and immediately you're wrapped in that
Speaker 1: comforting scent of old books and polished wood. But tonight
Speaker 1: there's more. The scent of flowers is stronger here, mingling
Speaker 1: with the library smells, creating something new and beautiful. The
Speaker 1: main hall as peaceful as always, but as you stand there,
Speaker 1: you become aware of a sound, very soft, very gentle,
Speaker 1: the trickling of water, a fountain perhaps, or a small stream.
Speaker 1: It seems to be coming from deeper within the library,
Speaker 1: calling to you. You feel drawn toward it, curious and hopeful,
Speaker 1: and you begin to walk through the familiar corridors, past
Speaker 1: the tall shelves and reading alcoves, following the sound of
Speaker 1: the water and the scent of the flowers. With each step,
Speaker 1: the floral fragrance grows stronger. You can identify more sense now, jasmine,
Speaker 1: yes and roses, lavender, night blooming stock, honeysuckle. The air
Speaker 1: itself seems to be alive with perfume, gentle and not overwhelming,
Speaker 1: just beautifully present. The sound of water grows clearer, too,
Speaker 1: not rushing or loud, just a gentle, constant trickling, peaceful, soothing,
Speaker 1: like nature's own lullaby. You turn a corner and find
Speaker 1: yourself facing something you haven't seen before. A set of
Speaker 1: glass doors, tall and elegant, framed in dark iron, worked
Speaker 1: into patterns of vines and leaves. Through the glass, you
Speaker 1: can see greenery, plants, trees, and moonlight, so much moonlight
Speaker 1: streaming down from above. There's a small brass plaque mounted
Speaker 1: beside the doors. It reads the garden courtyard, yard where
Speaker 1: books and blooms meet under stars. Your heart lifts with anticipation,
Speaker 1: and you push open the glass doors and step through,
Speaker 1: and oh, oh, it's breath taking. You're standing in a
Speaker 1: courtyard perhaps thirty feet across, completely enclosed but open to
Speaker 1: the sky. The ceiling high above is made entirely of
Speaker 1: glass panels set in an iron framework, and through them
Speaker 1: you can see the night sky perfectly, the moon, the stars,
Speaker 1: all visible and clear as if you're outside, and yet
Speaker 1: you're not. You're protected, sheltered, but connected to the heavens above.
Speaker 1: The courtyard floor is made of smooth stone, pale gray
Speaker 1: or cream colored, laid in beautiful patterns. Between the stones,
Speaker 1: soft moss grows emerald green and velvety. Around the edges
Speaker 1: of the courtyard are raised beds filled with plants and flowers.
Speaker 1: You can see roses climbing trellises, their blooms pale in
Speaker 1: the moonlight. White roses cream colored, soft pink, night blooming
Speaker 1: jasmines spills from large planters, its small white flowers glowing
Speaker 1: almost luminously. There are lavender bushes, their purple blooms nodding gently.
Speaker 1: Honeysuckle vines twine up the walls. Moonflowers, large and white,
Speaker 1: open fully to the night. Trumpet shaped and elegant small
Speaker 1: trees grow here too. You can see what might be
Speaker 1: a fig tree, its leaves broad and distinctive, a small
Speaker 1: olive tree with silvery foliage. A Japanese maple with delicate
Speaker 1: lacy leaves that seem to float in the gentle air.
Speaker 1: In the center of the courtyard stands a fountain. It's
Speaker 1: made of pale stone, perhaps marble or limestone, carved in
Speaker 1: a simple but elegant design. The fountain has three tiers,
Speaker 1: and water flows gently from the top, cascading down in
Speaker 1: a thin, constant stream to the pool below. The sound
Speaker 1: is perfect, not too loud, not too soft, just a gentle,
Speaker 1: peaceful trickling that seems to quiet the mind instantly. The
Speaker 1: moonlight reflects in the water of the fountain, creating dancing
Speaker 1: patterns of light that shimmer and shift with the movement
Speaker 1: of the water around the fountain. Arranged at comfortable distances
Speaker 1: are several stone benches. They're curved and smooth, with cushions
Speaker 1: placed on them. The cushions are covered in fabric that
Speaker 1: looks soft and weather resistant, in colors of sage, green
Speaker 1: and cream. On one bench, you notice a small table
Speaker 1: has been placed beside it. On the table sits a
Speaker 1: ceramic pitcher and a cup, and beside them a sprig
Speaker 1: of fresh lavender. The walls of the courtyard are the
Speaker 1: library walls. You can see the spines of books through
Speaker 1: windows that look into the library proper. It's as if
Speaker 1: the library is holding this garden in its heart, protecting it,
Speaker 1: treasuring it. Hanging from the iron framework above are few lanterns,
Speaker 1: but they're not lit. They don't need to be. The
Speaker 1: moonlight is so bright, so clear, that it illuminates everything
Speaker 1: with a soft, silvery glow. Everything looks magical, touched by moonbeams,
Speaker 1: transformed into something from a dream. You walk slowly into
Speaker 1: the courtyard, taking it all in the sound of the fountain,
Speaker 1: the scent of the flowers, the feel of the mild
Speaker 1: night air on your skin, the sight of the moon
Speaker 1: and stars above. You move toward the fountain, first drawn
Speaker 1: by the water. As you approach, you can see small
Speaker 1: fish swimming in the pool below, golden or white, their
Speaker 1: scales catching the moonlight as they move lazily through the water.
Speaker 1: You trail your fingers in the water. It's cool and
Speaker 1: clean and refreshing. The fish don't startle. They simply move
Speaker 1: around your hand gently, as if they're used to being touched,
Speaker 1: as if they welcome your presence. You dry your hand
Speaker 1: on your clothes and turn to look at the garden
Speaker 1: more fully. The flowers seem to glow in the moonlight,
Speaker 1: the white and pale blooms almost luminous, the darker colors
Speaker 1: deep and rich as jewels. Everything is peaceful, Everything is
Speaker 1: still yet alive, growing, breathing being. You move to one
Speaker 1: of the benches, the one with the small table beside it,
Speaker 1: and you settle on to the cushion. It's comfortable and soft,
Speaker 1: supporting you well. The stone of the bench is cool
Speaker 1: through the cushion, grounding and pleasant. You reach for the
Speaker 1: pitcher and pour water into the cup. The water is
Speaker 1: clear and fresh, perhaps infused with something. You bring the
Speaker 1: cup to your lips and taste. Yes, there's a flavor,
Speaker 1: very subtle, cucumber and mint, perhaps cool and refreshing and clean.
Speaker 1: You take a slow sip, letting it refresh you from
Speaker 1: the inside. You set the cup down and lean back
Speaker 1: on the bench, tilting your head up to look at
Speaker 1: the sky through the glass ceiling. The moon is so
Speaker 1: bright tonight, nearly full, hanging in the sky like a
Speaker 1: pearl around it. The stars scatter in their ancient patterns.
Speaker 1: You can see them clearly, not obscured by city lights.
Speaker 1: Here in this protected space, they shimmer and shine, each
Speaker 1: one a tiny point of light, constant and eternal. You
Speaker 1: can hear the fountain, the gentle trickling that never stops,
Speaker 1: that will continue through the night, through all nights, a
Speaker 1: sound that speaks of continuity of flow, of water, finding
Speaker 1: its path always naturally, without effort. You can smell the flowers,
Speaker 1: the jasmine most strongly, sweet and heavy, the lavender too,
Speaker 1: herbal and calming, the roses classic and comforting, all of
Speaker 1: them blending together into a perfume that is the scent
Speaker 1: of night gardens, of growing things, of life itself. You
Speaker 1: can feel the slight coolness of the night air, pleasant
Speaker 1: and refreshing, not cold, just comfortably cool. You can feel
Speaker 1: the stone of the bench beneath you, solid and enduring.
Speaker 1: You can feel your body beginning to relax even more deeply,
Speaker 1: responding to this place, to this piece. A moth flutters past,
Speaker 1: white and delicate, drawn to the moonflowers, It lands on
Speaker 1: one of the trumpet shaped blooms, and you watch it
Speaker 1: for a moment, marveling at how delicate it is, how
Speaker 1: perfectly designed for its life among the night flowers. You
Speaker 1: close your eyes for a moment, just listening the fountain,
Speaker 1: the gentle rustle of leaves as a soft breeze moves
Speaker 1: through the courtyard, The distant hoot of an owl somewhere
Speaker 1: beyond the library walls. The profound silence underneath all sounds,
Speaker 1: a silence that feels full rather than empty, pregnant with peace.
Speaker 1: You open your eyes again and look around this magical space.
Speaker 1: The moon continues to shine, the water continues to flow,
Speaker 1: the flowers continue to bloom and offer their perfume to
Speaker 1: the night. And you are here, held by this garden,
Speaker 1: this library, this moment. Your breathing has become so slow
Speaker 1: now so deep and effortless, matching the eternal rhythm of nature,
Speaker 1: the patient flow of water, the quiet growing of plants.
Speaker 1: And now, as you rest here in this garden courtyard,
Speaker 1: under the moon and stars, surrounded by growing things and
Speaker 1: flowing water, let's journey together into an even deeper state
Speaker 1: of peace and renew Continue to breathe naturally easily, and
Speaker 1: with each breath, feel yourself connecting more deeply with this garden,
Speaker 1: with nature, with the living world around you. As you
Speaker 1: listen to the fountain, imagine that each drop them of
Speaker 1: water carries with it a quality you wish to embody, flow, ease, persistence, clarity.
Speaker 1: Let those drops fall into your awareness, into your body,
Speaker 1: into your being. Water flows without effort. It doesn't push
Speaker 1: or strain. It simply follows its nature, finding the lowest path,
Speaker 1: moving around obstacles, never fighting, always flowing, and yet over time,
Speaker 1: water shapes, mountains, carves canyons, creates valleys, not through force,
Speaker 1: but through patience and persistence. You too, can be like water.
Speaker 1: You don't need to force or push or strain. You
Speaker 1: can simply flow, Simply move in the direction that is
Speaker 1: natural for you. Simply be who you are and in
Speaker 1: that being. In that flowing you will shape your life.
Speaker 1: You will carve your path, you will create beauty. Breathe
Speaker 1: in the scent of the flowers and let it remind
Speaker 1: you that growth happens in its own time. The jasmine
Speaker 1: doesn't hurry to bloom. The roses don't rush their unfolding.
Speaker 1: They simply grow day by day, moment by moment, trusting
Speaker 1: the process, trusting.
Speaker 2: Their own nature.
Speaker 1: And you too, you too are growing always, even when
Speaker 1: you can't see it, even when it feels like nothing
Speaker 1: is changing, You are unfolding, petal by petal, in your
Speaker 1: own perfect time, in your own perfect way. Look up
Speaker 1: at the moon shining so brightly above you. The moon
Speaker 1: doesn't strain to give light. It simply reflects the light
Speaker 1: of the sun, and in that reflection, it illuminates the darkness.
Speaker 1: It guides travelers, It pulls the tides. It marks the
Speaker 1: passage of time. You too, can trust that you don't
Speaker 1: have to generate everything from within yourself. You can receive
Speaker 1: light from others, from the world, from the universe, and
Speaker 1: in receiving that light, you can reflect it. You can
Speaker 1: share it. You can be a source of illumination without
Speaker 1: exhausting yourself, feel how your body responds to this garden,
Speaker 1: to this peace. Muscles soften even more, your heart rate slows,
Speaker 1: your breath deepens, Your whole being says yes to rest,
Speaker 1: Yes to renewal, Yes to simply being rather than doing.
Speaker 1: You are safe here in this courtyard, in this garden
Speaker 1: under glass. The walls of the library protect you. The
Speaker 1: flowers surround you with beauty. The fountain offers its endless song.
Speaker 1: The moon and stars keep their vigil above. There is
Speaker 1: nothing you need to do, nothing you need to prove,
Speaker 1: nothing you need to accomplish. Your only purpose right now
Speaker 1: is to rest, to receive, to allow yourself to be
Speaker 1: nourished by this place, by this moment, by the simple
Speaker 1: fact of being alive. The garden doesn't ask anything of you.
Speaker 1: It simply offers. The flowers bloom whether you notice them
Speaker 1: or not. The water flows whether you listen or not.
Speaker 1: The moon shines whether you look up or not. All
Speaker 1: of nature simply gives, simply is, simply offers its gifts freely,
Speaker 1: and you can receive those gifts. You can let yourself
Speaker 1: be nourished by beauty, by peace, by the quiet presence
Speaker 1: of living things. You don't have to earn it. You
Speaker 1: don't have to deserve it. It's simply here, offered, freely available.
Speaker 1: Always feel gratitude if it arises naturally, for this garden,
Speaker 1: for this moment, for the moon and stars, for your breath,
Speaker 1: for your life. But don't force anything. Just rest in
Speaker 1: this space of receiving, of being held by the earth
Speaker 1: and sky, by the library and garden, by the infinite
Speaker 1: kindness of existence itself. Your heartbeat is slow and steady, now,
Speaker 1: calm and sure, sinking with the rhythm of the flowing water,
Speaker 1: with the patient growth of plants, with the ancient cycles
Speaker 1: of moon and stars. You might notice thoughts drifting through
Speaker 1: your mind, and that's perfectly natural. Simply acknowledge them, like
Speaker 1: leaves floating past on water, and let them go. Return
Speaker 1: your awareness to the fountain, to the flowers, to the
Speaker 1: moon above, to your breath, to the peace surrounding you.
Speaker 1: There's a profound peace in this moment, a sense that
Speaker 1: you are exactly where you need to be, exactly who
Speaker 1: you need to be, that you were part of this
Speaker 1: great web of life, connected to everything, held by everything,
Speaker 1: loved by everything. Feel yourself becoming heavier, more deeply relaxed,
Speaker 1: with each passing moment, with each breath, with each trickling
Speaker 1: drop of water from the fountain, The water continues to flow,
Speaker 1: the flowers continue to breathe their perfume into the night.
Speaker 1: The moon continues to shine, and you rest completely, beautifully, perfectly.
Speaker 1: Let any remaining tension drain away from your body, like
Speaker 1: water flowing downward, finding its natural release from your forehead,
Speaker 1: smooth and peaceful from your eyes, soft and relaxed from
Speaker 1: your jaw, loose and easy from your neck and shoulders, releasing,
Speaker 1: letting go from your arms and hands, heavy and still
Speaker 1: from your chest, rising and falling gently with each breath
Speaker 1: from your stomach, soft and relaxed from your back, fully supported.
Speaker 2: By the bench.
Speaker 1: From your hips and legs, heavy and comfortable from your feet,
Speaker 1: grounded and at rest. Your entire body is completely relaxed,
Speaker 1: now completely comfortable, sinking deeply into rest, into peace, into
Speaker 1: the embrace of this garden. And now, as you continue
Speaker 1: to rest in this garden courtyard under the moon and stars,
Speaker 1: allow your awareness to become softer, hazier, like looking at
Speaker 1: the world through the gentle mist that rises from a
Speaker 1: fountain on a cool night. Your body is so heavy, now,
Speaker 1: so deeply relaxed, coming one with the bench beneath you,
Speaker 1: with the earth below, with the garden around you. The
Speaker 1: fountain continues to flow, the sound steady and eternal, and
Speaker 1: you are safe, You are held, You are part of
Speaker 1: this living, breathing world. Your breathing is so slow, now,
Speaker 1: so peaceful, barely noticeable, like the breath of someone already
Speaker 1: deep in the most restorative sleep. And it's perfectly okay
Speaker 1: to let go now, to release your hold on wakefulness,
Speaker 1: to drift gently, easily, like a petal floating on water,
Speaker 1: into the healing darkness of sleep. The fountain will continue
Speaker 1: to flow through the night, singing its song of peace.
Speaker 1: The flowers will continue to bloom and perfume the air.
Speaker 1: The moon will continue to shine, and the stars will
Speaker 1: keep their watch. And you, you rest held by all
Speaker 1: of this, part of all of this, loved by all
Speaker 1: of this. You might stay here in the garden as
Speaker 1: you sleep, resting on this bench under the stars, or
Speaker 1: you might find yourself drifting deeper into dreams of gardens
Speaker 1: and growing things, into places of renewal and healing. And
Speaker 1: that's perfect. Wherever you go in your sleep, you are safe,
Speaker 1: You are held, You are home. Let your mind become
Speaker 1: quiet now, like the stillness of deep water, like the
Speaker 1: space between heart beats, peaceful and vast and deeply RESTful.
Speaker 1: Feel yourself floating, supported by the bench, by the earth,
Speaker 1: by the love of this garden that exists for your
Speaker 1: comfort and renewal. There's nothing left to do, nothing left
Speaker 1: to think about, nothing left to hold on to. Just
Speaker 1: this gentle drifting, this soft letting go, this peaceful surrender
Speaker 1: into sleep. The last thing you might notice before sleep
Speaker 1: takes you completely is the sound of the fountain, eternal
Speaker 1: and peaceful, and the sense of being held by something
Speaker 1: vast and loving, something that knows you and welcomes you
Speaker 1: and wishes only for your peace. And with that awareness
Speaker 1: you slip away into deep, peaceful, restorative sleep. The water
Speaker 1: continues to float, how the flowers continue to blow, the
Speaker 1: moon continues to shine, and you you rest completely, beautifully, perfectly.
Speaker 1: Sleep now, sleep deeply, knowing you are part of this
Speaker 1: living world, connected to everything, held by everything, loved by everything,
Speaker 1: in the garden courtyard, in the library of peace, in
Speaker 1: the infinite embrace of nature and stars. Sleep, Sleep, Sleep.
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