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Speaker 1: Okay, get yourself comfortable. Take a nice slow braath and
Speaker 1: let tonight's sleep magic help you drift into a d
Speaker 1: ras falselee.
Speaker 3: Allow your eyes to close easily and gently, and just
Speaker 3: let yourself come back to your body and bring your
Speaker 3: awareness to your breathing for a moment. By bringing your
Speaker 3: awareness to the breath, you bring your awareness back to
Speaker 3: your body. You pull it in from wherever it's been
Speaker 3: wandering all day, and it feels nice to come home
Speaker 3: to your body. It feels nice to come home to
Speaker 3: your breath. Good. So let's bring the awareness now up
Speaker 3: into your eyelids and imagine that your eyelids are so
Speaker 3: sleepy and heavy and relaxed, like you're just one of
Speaker 3: those babies that can't keep their eyes open. And as
Speaker 3: you accept this heaviness into your eyelids, I'd like you
Speaker 3: to accept this suggestion that your eyelids are in fact
Speaker 3: so relaxed they will not open. And of course this
Speaker 3: is just an imaginary suggestion, something that isn't true, but
Speaker 3: we're going to pretend that it is. So now i'd
Speaker 3: like you to test your eyelids to make sure they
Speaker 3: won't open by wiggling your eyebrows. Just give your eyebrows
Speaker 3: a little tug. Good, now you can stop testing good,
Speaker 3: and this delicious heaviness you have in your eyelids and
Speaker 3: around your eyes is the same quality of relaxation you
Speaker 3: will soon have throughout your entire body. In fact, why
Speaker 3: don't you just invite it from your eyes through your
Speaker 3: whole body. As we take a few deep breaths as
Speaker 3: you exhale, I'd like you to imagine that relaxation around
Speaker 3: your eyes moving down like a waterfall, all the way
Speaker 3: down through your body. So as you take a nice breath,
Speaker 3: and as you exhale, imagine it moving all the way
Speaker 3: down into your toes. Great, let's do it again, a
Speaker 3: nice deep breath, and that relaxation is moving down like
Speaker 3: a waterfall through your body, all the way down to
Speaker 3: your toes. One more time, and imagine that relaxation moving down, down, down, Good,
Speaker 3: as you take yourself deeper and deeper. If you've been
Speaker 3: listening to sleep Magic for a while, you're getting really
Speaker 3: good at relaxation. Relaxation is a practice like anything else,
Speaker 3: like walking or learning a language, or any other habit
Speaker 3: that you've created in your life, consciously or unconsciously. And
Speaker 3: as you practice relaxation, you're getting better and better and
Speaker 3: better and taking yourself deeper and deeper. And now that
Speaker 3: you're relaxing on a regular basis, you're seeing so many
Speaker 3: wonderful things begin to happen. Some of them are tiny
Speaker 3: and subtle and difficult to put into words, and others
Speaker 3: are remarkable, like, Wow, I reacted really differently in this situation. Wow,
Speaker 3: I found myself relaxing at my desk aw and it
Speaker 3: feels good to relax. Everything works better when we're relaxed.
Speaker 3: So as you feel your head getting heavy on the
Speaker 3: pillow and your is slowing down, as your shoulders become
Speaker 3: nice and heavy, your arms sinking into the bed or
Speaker 3: whatever they're touching, your arms getting nice and heavy, and
Speaker 3: all of the sounds going on around you are taking
Speaker 3: you deeper and deeper, because as you relax, you simply
Speaker 3: open to the sounds, no longer resisting them. They pass
Speaker 3: through you as vibrations, and you decide that they're taking
Speaker 3: you deeper and deeper, and so they do. The only
Speaker 3: sound you're paying any attention to is the sound of
Speaker 3: my As I read tonight, you'll simply attach to the
Speaker 3: sound of my voice. But soon the words will sort
Speaker 3: of lose their meaning and just become sounds, and that
Speaker 3: feels great, like you're listening to waves the beach taking
Speaker 3: you deeper and deeper. As your torso is becoming heavy
Speaker 3: on the bed, the muscles of your back softening and
Speaker 3: letting go, the muscles of your belly releasing and relaxing
Speaker 3: for perhaps the first time I'm today. As the relaxation
Speaker 3: goes down into your legs, and your legs are feeling
Speaker 3: nice and heavy on the bed, bring your awareness into
Speaker 3: your feet and just allow your feet to let go.
Speaker 3: They're on vacation. As the souls of your feet feel
Speaker 3: warm and open, and any tension you may have built
Speaker 3: up during the day is moving out the souls of
Speaker 3: your feet. Good Mary went to her walk outside the
Speaker 3: long ivy covered wall over which she could see the
Speaker 3: tree tops, and the second time she walked up and down,
Speaker 3: the most interesting and exciting thing happened to her. She
Speaker 3: heard a chirt and a twitter, and when she looked
Speaker 3: at the bare flower bed at her left side, there
Speaker 3: he was hopping about and pretending to peck things out
Speaker 3: of the earth. The little robin so filled her with
Speaker 3: delight that she almost trembled a little. She chirped and
Speaker 3: talked and coaxed, and he hopped and flirted his tail
Speaker 3: and twittered. It was as if he were talking. His
Speaker 3: red waistcoat was like and he puffed his tiny breast out,
Speaker 3: and was so fine and so grand and so pretty
Speaker 3: that it was really as if he were showing her
Speaker 3: how important and like a human person a Robin could be.
Speaker 3: Mary forgot that she had ever been contrary in her
Speaker 3: life when he allowed her to draw closer and closer
Speaker 3: to him, and bend down and talk and try to
Speaker 3: make something like Robin sounds. Oh, to think he should
Speaker 3: actually let her come as near to him as that.
Speaker 3: He knew nothing in the world would make her put
Speaker 3: out her hand toward him or startle him in the
Speaker 3: least tiniest way. He knew it because he was a
Speaker 3: real person, only nicer than any other person in the world.
Speaker 3: She was so happy that she scarcely dared to breathe.
Speaker 3: The flower bed was not quite bare. It was bare
Speaker 3: of flowers because the perennial plants had been cut down
Speaker 3: for their winter rest. But there were tall shrubs and
Speaker 3: low ones which grew together at the back of the bed,
Speaker 3: and as the robin hopped about under them, she saw
Speaker 3: him hop over a small pile of freshly turned up earth.
Speaker 3: He stopped on it to look for a worm. The
Speaker 3: earth had been turned up because a dog had been
Speaker 3: trying to dig up a mole, and he had scratched
Speaker 3: quite a deep hole. Mary looked at it, not really
Speaker 3: knowing why the hole was there, And as she looked
Speaker 3: she saw something almost buried in the newly turned soil.
Speaker 3: It was something like a ring of rusty iron or brass,
Speaker 3: and when the robin flew up into a nearby tree,
Speaker 3: she put out her hand and picked the ring up.
Speaker 3: It was more than a ring, however, it was an
Speaker 3: old key which looked as if it had been buried
Speaker 3: a long time. Mistress Mary stood up and looked at
Speaker 3: it with an almost frightened face as it hung from
Speaker 3: her finger. Perhaps it has been buried for ten years,
Speaker 3: she said in a whisper. Perhaps it is the key
Speaker 3: to the garden. She had looked at the key for
Speaker 3: quite a long time. She turned it over and over
Speaker 3: and thought about it. As I've said before, she was
Speaker 3: not a child who had been trained to ask permission
Speaker 3: or consult her elders about things. All she thought about
Speaker 3: the key was that if it was the key to
Speaker 3: the closed garden, and she could find out where the
Speaker 3: door was. She could perhaps open it and see what
Speaker 3: was inside the walls, and what had happened to those
Speaker 3: old rose trees. It was because it had been shut
Speaker 3: up so long that she wanted to see it. It
Speaker 3: seemed as if it must be different from other places,
Speaker 3: and that something strange must have happened to it during
Speaker 3: ten years. Besides that, if she liked it, she could
Speaker 3: go into it every day and shut the door behind her,
Speaker 3: and she could make up some play of her own
Speaker 3: and play it quite alone, because nobody would ever know
Speaker 3: where she was, but would think the door was still
Speaker 3: locked and the key buried in the earth. The thought
Speaker 3: of that pleased her very much. Living as it were,
Speaker 3: all by herself in a house with a hundred mysteriously
Speaker 3: closed rooms, and having nothing whatever to do to amuse
Speaker 3: herself had set her inactive brain to working and was
Speaker 3: actually awakening her imagination. There's no doubt that the fresh, strong,
Speaker 3: pure air from the moor had a great deal to
Speaker 3: do with it. Just as it had given her an appetite,
Speaker 3: and fighting with the wind had stirred her blood, so
Speaker 3: the same things had stirred her mind. She put the
Speaker 3: key in her pocket and walked up and down her walk.
Speaker 3: No one but herself ever seemed to come there, so
Speaker 3: she could walk slowly and look at the wall, or
Speaker 3: rather at the ivy growing on it. The ivy was
Speaker 3: the baffling thing. Howsoever carefully she looked, she could see
Speaker 3: nothing but thickly growing, glossy, dark green leaves. She was
Speaker 3: very much disappointed. Something of her contrariness came back to
Speaker 3: her as she paced the walk and looked over it
Speaker 3: at the treetops inside. It seems so silly, she said
Speaker 3: to herself, to be near it, not be able to
Speaker 3: get in. She took the key in her pocket when
Speaker 3: she went back to the house, and she made up
Speaker 3: her mind that she would always carry it with her
Speaker 3: when she went out, so that if she ever found
Speaker 3: the hidden door, she would be ready. Missus medlock Mary
Speaker 3: to sleep all night at the cottage, but she was
Speaker 3: back exploring in the morning. With cheeks redder than ever,
Speaker 3: and in the best of spirits. Mary skipped round all
Speaker 3: the gardens and round the orchard, resting every few minutes.
Speaker 3: At length, she went to her own special walk and
Speaker 3: made up her mind to try if she could skip
Speaker 3: the whole length of it. It was a good long skip,
Speaker 3: and she began slowly, But before she had gone halfway
Speaker 3: down the path she was so hot and breathless that
Speaker 3: she was obliged to stop. She did not mind much,
Speaker 3: because she had already counted up to thirty. She stopped
Speaker 3: with a little laugh of pleasure. And there, lo and
Speaker 3: behold was the robin, swaying on a long branch of ivy.
Speaker 3: He had followed her, and he greeted her with a chirp.
Speaker 3: As Mary had skipped toward him, she felt something heavy
Speaker 3: in her pocket strike against her at each jump, and
Speaker 3: when she saw the robin she laughed again. Hugh showed
Speaker 3: me where the key was yesterday, She said, you ought
Speaker 3: to show me the door to day, but I don't
Speaker 3: believe you know. The robin flew from his swinging spray
Speaker 3: of ivy on to the top of the wall, and
Speaker 3: he opened his beak and sang a loud, lovely trill,
Speaker 3: merely to show off. Nothing in the world is quite
Speaker 3: as adorably lovely as a robin when he shows off,
Speaker 3: And they are nearly always doing it. Mary Lennox had
Speaker 3: heard a great deal about magic in her Eye's stories.
Speaker 3: And she always said that what happened almost at that
Speaker 3: moment was magic. One of the nice little gusts of
Speaker 3: wind rushed down the walk, and it was a stronger
Speaker 3: one than the rest. It was strong enough to wave
Speaker 3: the branches of the trees, and it was more than
Speaker 3: strong enough to sway the trailing sprays of untrimmed ivy
Speaker 3: hanging from the wall. Mary had stepped close to the robin,
Speaker 3: and suddenly the gust of wind swung aside some loose
Speaker 3: ivy trails, and more. Suddenly still, she jumped toward it
Speaker 3: and caught it in her hand. This she did because
Speaker 3: she had seen something under it, a round knob which
Speaker 3: had been covered by the leaves hanging over it. It
Speaker 3: was the knob of a door. She put her hands
Speaker 3: under the leaves and began to pull and push them aside.
Speaker 3: Thick as the ivy hung it, nearly all was a
Speaker 3: loose and swinging curtain, though some had crept over wood
Speaker 3: and iron. Mary's heart began to thumb, and her hands
Speaker 3: to shake a little. In her delight and excitement. The
Speaker 3: robin kept singing and twittering away and tilting his head
Speaker 3: on one side as if he were as excited as
Speaker 3: she was. What was this under her hands, which was
Speaker 3: square and made of iron, and which her fingers found
Speaker 3: a hole in. It was the lock of the door
Speaker 3: which had been closed ten years. And she put her
Speaker 3: hand in her pocket, drew out the key, and found
Speaker 3: it fitted in the keyhole. She put the key in
Speaker 3: and turned it. It took two hands to do it,
Speaker 3: but it did turn. And then she took a long
Speaker 3: breath and looked behind her up the long walk to
Speaker 3: see if anyone was coming. No one was coming. No
Speaker 3: one ever did come, it seemed. And she took another
Speaker 3: long breath because she could not help it, And she
Speaker 3: held back the swinging curtain of ivy and pushed back
Speaker 3: the door, which open slowly slowly. Then she slipped through
Speaker 3: it and shut it behind her, and stood with her
Speaker 3: back against it, looking about her, and breathe thing quite
Speaker 3: past with excitement and wonder and delight. She was standing
Speaker 3: inside the secret Garden. It was the sweetest, most mysterious
Speaker 3: looking place anyone could imagine. The high walls which shut
Speaker 3: it in were covered with the leafless stems of climbing roses,
Speaker 3: which were so thick they were matted together. Mary Lennox
Speaker 3: knew they were roses, because she had seen a great
Speaker 3: many roses in India. All the ground was covered with
Speaker 3: a grass of a wintry brown, and out of it
Speaker 3: grew clumps of bushes, which were surely rose bushes if
Speaker 3: they were alive. There were numbers of standard roses which
Speaker 3: had so spread their branches that they were like little trees.
Speaker 3: There were other trees in the garden, and one of
Speaker 3: the things which made the place the strangest and loveliest
Speaker 3: was that climbing roses had run all over them, and
Speaker 3: swung down long tendrils which made light swaying curtains. And
Speaker 3: here and there they had caught at each other or
Speaker 3: at a far reaching branch, and had crept from one
Speaker 3: tree to another, and made lovely bridges of themselves. Were
Speaker 3: neither leaves nor roses on them now, and Mary did
Speaker 3: not know whether they were dead or alive. But their
Speaker 3: thin gray or brown branches and sprays looked like a
Speaker 3: sort of hazy mantle, spreading over everything, walls and trees
Speaker 3: and even brown grass where they had fallen from their
Speaker 3: fastenings and run along the ground. It was this hazy
Speaker 3: tangle from tree to tree which made it all look
Speaker 3: so mysterious. Mary had thought it must be different from
Speaker 3: other gardens which had not been left all by themselves
Speaker 3: so long, And indeed it was different from any other
Speaker 3: place she had ever seen in her life. How still
Speaker 3: it is, she whispered. Then she waited a moment and
Speaker 3: listened at the stillness. The robin, who had flown to
Speaker 3: his treetop was still as all the rest. He did
Speaker 3: not even flutter his wicks. He signed without stirring, and
Speaker 3: looked at Mary. No wonder it is still, she whispered again.
Speaker 3: I am the first person who has spoken here in
Speaker 3: ten years. She moved away from the door, stepping as
Speaker 3: softly as if she were afraid of awakening someone. She
Speaker 3: was glad that there was grass under her feet and
Speaker 3: that her steps made no sound. She walked under one
Speaker 3: of the fairy like gray arches between the trees and
Speaker 3: looked up at the sprays and tendrils which formed them.
Speaker 3: She was inside the wonderful garden, and she could come
Speaker 3: through the door under the ivy anytime, and she felt
Speaker 3: as if she had found a world all her own.
Speaker 3: The sun shone down for nearly a week on the
Speaker 3: Secret Garden. The Secret Garden was what Mary called it
Speaker 3: when she was thinking of it. She liked the name,
Speaker 3: and she liked still more the feeling that when its
Speaker 3: beautiful old walls shut her in, no one knew where
Speaker 3: she was. It seemed almost like being shut out of
Speaker 3: the world in some fairy place. The few books she
Speaker 3: had read and liked had been fairy story books, and
Speaker 3: she had read of secret gardens In some of the stories.
Speaker 3: Sometimes people went to sleep in them for a hundred years.
Speaker 3: She was beginning to like to be out of doors.
Speaker 3: No longer hated the wind, but enjoyed it. She could
Speaker 3: run faster and longer, and she could skip up to
Speaker 3: a hundred The bulbs in the secret garden must have
Speaker 3: been much astonished such nice, clear places were made around them,
Speaker 3: that they had all the breathing space they wanted, and really,
Speaker 3: if Mary had known it, they began to cheer up
Speaker 3: under the dark earth and work tremendously. The sun could
Speaker 3: get out.
Speaker 4: Them and warm them, and when the.
Speaker 3: Rain came down it could reach them at once, so
Speaker 3: they began to feel very much alive.
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