Speaker 1: Hello, and welcome to Jasonnewland dot com. My name is
Speaker 1: Jason new Land. Please, I know listen when you can
Speaker 1: safely close your eyes, this is going to be a
Speaker 1: relaxation session. Now remember that this is your time, your
Speaker 1: space where nothing needs to be.
Speaker 2: Done, nowhere you need to go, No one you need.
Speaker 1: To impress, which is lucky because I don't think I've
Speaker 1: impressed anyone.
Speaker 3: Ever.
Speaker 1: Actually, it's just you and me and a gentle journey
Speaker 1: into relaxation, perhaps a few odd details along the way,
Speaker 1: because sometimes the usual paths are the ones that lead
Speaker 1: us deeply into calmness. You're already. Let's begin and find
Speaker 1: the position that feels good enough, not perfect, because perfection
Speaker 1: is busy and tiring, just good enough because you know
Speaker 1: that you can change the position that you're sitting or
Speaker 1: lying down whenever you choose, as you let your body
Speaker 1: notice the surface beneath you, supporting your body. Like you said,
Speaker 1: every tiny weight, every little shift, as you imagine, your
Speaker 1: body is like a stack of light books being carefully
Speaker 1: placed on a shelf, one book after another. Your head
Speaker 1: is a hardback. Your chest, every reverence it it's volume,
Speaker 1: your arms, slim paperbags, and your legs, long endlasses that
Speaker 1: open the places you've never been. Feel the stocks settle,
Speaker 1: balance stables supported all those books nice save and as
Speaker 1: the library glazes for the night, your body feels safe
Speaker 1: and quiet and still now noticing your breathing, not in
Speaker 1: the ordinary way done all your life, but as if
Speaker 1: breath is slightly eccentric. Ok, you can enhale a store.
Speaker 1: You're sipping from, a straw made of silk and exiles
Speaker 1: that you're blowing out, a candle that doesn't really want
Speaker 1: to go out, but it does anyway. It gives in
Speaker 1: and relaxes. It's as if each prayer had its own personality.
Speaker 1: Some are shy, some are bold, Some breaths gickle as
Speaker 1: they live, others hum softly. Just let each one be different, unusual.
Speaker 3: Life.
Speaker 1: And as you noticed the odd little character of each breth,
Speaker 1: he begin to realize how much lighter.
Speaker 4: The air fills, as if it's not.
Speaker 1: Just oxygen, it's a kind of invisible comfort rabbing around you. Now,
Speaker 1: I'd like you to imagine a house. Not any house,
Speaker 1: This one is filled entirely with clocks. Clocks on the walls,
Speaker 1: clocks on the ceiling, clocks on the floor, some grand,
Speaker 1: some pocket sized, some ticking on loudly, some whisper in
Speaker 1: their seconds. And in this house time does not behave normally,
Speaker 1: because one clock goes forward, one goes backwards. One doesn't
Speaker 1: move at all. It just size every so often. And
Speaker 1: you can walk through this strange house of clocks, notice
Speaker 1: how your own sense of time stretches and bends, because.
Speaker 5: Minutes can feel like hours, hours.
Speaker 1: Can feel like seconds. And within this bending of time,
Speaker 1: you notice your body's softening.
Speaker 4: Slow.
Speaker 1: It feels so free, doesn't.
Speaker 6: It so calm, so loose, to not be chained to
Speaker 6: ordinary time? And he here in the house of clocks,
Speaker 6: relaxation is timeless, and the deep echo.
Speaker 1: The less it matters whether you're at the beginning, middle,
Speaker 1: or end of this session, because all you know is
Speaker 1: that you're sinking lessenedly into the space between the digs
Speaker 1: and the dogs. Now step outside the house into the
Speaker 1: card This garden is unusual too, because the thelowers here
Speaker 1: are soft pillows, the trees lullabies, and the cross is
Speaker 1: woven from long strands of velvet. As you sit on
Speaker 1: a bench made of clouds, and it welcomed you like
Speaker 1: an old friend. And the most unusual thing, the garden
Speaker 1: smells like your favor of memory. It doesn't matter what
Speaker 1: it is, because your mind chooses it. As the frequent
Speaker 1: rises and fills you with familiarity and calm, as birds
Speaker 1: fly overhead, but instead of singing, they tell you jokes,
Speaker 1: silly ones to make you smile without effort, and every
Speaker 1: smile releases a little nortention from your body, as if
Speaker 1: each smile is the key unlocking muscles, joints and even thoughts.
Speaker 1: And the longer you stay in this garden, the more
Speaker 1: ordinary stress seems like an old coat that you just
Speaker 1: forgot to wear. It's left in an old closet somewhere
Speaker 1: because he had. Everything's unusual but wonderfully safe, and you
Speaker 1: can rest as long as you like. Now, imagine led
Speaker 1: down in the garden, the velvet grass cradling pillow flowers
Speaker 1: Monty had cloud bench dissolve it into soft mist around you,
Speaker 1: and you droped.
Speaker 7: Deeper, weightless, oddly comfortable, as though.
Speaker 1: Gravity itself has decided to let you float for a while,
Speaker 1: and every sound, every thought becomes part of the background,
Speaker 1: so important, like old radio stations.
Speaker 8: From the past, fade in a way, fade.
Speaker 1: In a way. Now in a few moments, I'll bring
Speaker 1: you gently back about. Remember you can return to the
Speaker 1: house clocks or the Garden of odd Comforts any time
Speaker 1: you wish, because they live in your imagination, waiting for
Speaker 1: you to help you calm down and relax deeply, peasily.
Speaker 3: If you like.
Speaker 1: You can start to notice a breathing the surface beneath you,
Speaker 1: supporting your body, your body resting, steady, calmness, linger it
Speaker 1: even if you open your eyes. I feel calmer that
Speaker 1: when you're ready, if you want to, you can returned
Speaker 1: to the.
Speaker 3: Room feeling relaxed, refreshed, mhmm, and just.
Speaker 1: A little.
Speaker 4: Unusual space
Speaker 3: Pace space