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