Speaker 1: Your mind is allowed to be busy. Your mind does
Speaker 1: not need to be quiet for sleep to come. Sleep
Speaker 1: comes even with a busy mind. Sleep comes even with thoughts.
Speaker 1: Sleep comes even when you don't think it's coming. Sleep
Speaker 1: comes on its own schedule. Trust the sleep to come.
Speaker 1: You are loved. You are loved by people you know.
Speaker 1: You are loved by people you have never met. You
Speaker 1: are loved by the night itself. Let your thighs feel heavy.
Speaker 1: Let your knees soften, Let your calves release, Let your
Speaker 1: ankle be still, Let your feet open, Let your toes uncurl.
Speaker 1: The toes have been gripping all day, gripping shoes, gripping floors,
Speaker 1: gripping uncertainty. Tonight, the toes are free. Feel your whole
Speaker 1: body now, Feel it, from the crown of your head
Speaker 1: to the soles of your feet. Feel it heavy, Feel
Speaker 1: it warm, Feel it held, Feel it steady, Feel it sure.
Speaker 1: You do not need to do anything about your heart.
Speaker 1: Your heart knows what to do. Your heart has been
Speaker 1: beating since before you were born. It will beat long
Speaker 1: after this moment has passed. Trust it, Trust it to
Speaker 1: keep going while you rest. Let your attention sink to
Speaker 1: your belly. Let your belly soften. Let it rise with
Speaker 1: thee in breath, let it fall with the out breath.
Speaker 2: Now, let your breathing find its own rhythm, a rhythm
Speaker 2: that is a little slower than your waking rhythm, a
Speaker 2: rhythm that is a little deeper.
Speaker 1: Breathe in through your nose. Feel the air as it enters.
Speaker 1: Cool the nostrils, Cool in the throat, cool in the chest.
Speaker 1: Breathe out through your mouth softly, slowly, let the breath
Speaker 1: leave without effort. The night is kind. Sleep Now sleep,
Speaker 1: End of Week one, Master Script The Art of Stillness
Speaker 1: seven thousand, five hundred words, thirty minutes, spoken at two
Speaker 1: hundred and fifty w pm meditative pace. The feeling of
Speaker 1: being in a house that has always been here, the
Speaker 1: feeling of being in a house that will always be here,
Speaker 1: The feeling of being held by the walls, by the floors,
Speaker 1: by the windows, by the long quiet of a.
Speaker 3: House at rest. I remember the gradius of the first I.
Speaker 3: Then the last guy for finish surround him has a question.
Speaker 3: But then the true violence of correctly stater the feeling
Speaker 3: of being to traumatiize of them. Then the lawless psy
Speaker 3: hides of quiet from the lords, by the lice lights
Speaker 3: be lust, the contempt to listen, to free, the fewing
Speaker 3: of plays of we we see the why well that
Speaker 3: he's allied with the waif to will be give them
Speaker 3: into a strained share, and I need to get the
Speaker 3: dance that he sucquired.
Speaker 1: With you in my place secquired if you share, we.
Speaker 4: Say, feel is to I am him to exply if
Speaker 4: you went to more not import desk into craffort.
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Speaker 1: f the cordible foemen a camp, the commitfits to twoso
Speaker 1: ex trifle, the bust of these in the tease, on
Speaker 1: my long quiet of a house at rest. You are
Speaker 1: loved by this moment. You are enough, You have always
Speaker 1: been enough, You will always be enough. Let these truths settle.
Speaker 1: Let them sink into your chest, Let them sink into
Speaker 1: your belly, Let them sink into your bones. Let them
Speaker 1: be there when you wake, Let them be there in
Speaker 1: the morning. The quiet hums. The quiet has a texture.
Speaker 1: The quiet is the texture of centuries of words held
Speaker 1: in one place. There is a smell in the library,
Speaker 1: the smell of paper, the smell of leather. The smell
Speaker 1: of dust that is not unpleasant, the kind of dust
Speaker 1: that means age, that means care, that means books have
Speaker 1: lived here for a long time. The light in the
Speaker 1: library comes from lamps set on long wooden tables. The
Speaker 1: path winds gently between beds of plants you cannot quite name.
Speaker 1: The plants are not exotic. The plants are the kind
Speaker 1: of plants you might find in any quiet garden, leafy, soft,
Speaker 1: varieded in their greens. You walk the path slowly. You
Speaker 1: do not have to reach any destination. You are walking
Speaker 1: because walking feels good. The stones massage the soles of
Speaker 1: your feet. The air is warm. The garden is where
Speaker 1: you are safe. You put your hand.
Speaker 5: On the glass. The glass is cool. The glass is smooth.
Speaker 5: Through the glass, you can see the trees
Speaker 1: Through