So Let’s Begin…
CALL OF THE SHAMAN SLEEP MEDITATION SCRIPT
Breathe in deeply, fully,
Letting in relaxation,
And letting out tension.
Breathe deeply
Until you find
A restful rhythm.
Then, just breathe naturally.
LONG PAUSE
As you breathe,
Feel your shoulders soften,
And your back melt
Into the welcoming sheets
Beneath you.
LONG PAUSE
Stay in this place of peace,
Feeling the love and security
Of the Universe.
LONG PAUSE
Draw in a deep breath,
And, as you do,
Listen to a drumbeat,
Off in the distance.
It’s soft and syncopated,
And it calls to you.
PAUSE
So, imagine, if you can,
Feeling your body lift
Into the air,
With you walking
Toward the sound of the drum.
Follow the sound
As it calls you with its beat.
PAUSE
As you stroll on air,
Notice the magic of nighttime
Softly buzzing all around you.
Acknowledge the beauty
And the quiet
Softly wrapping around you,
Like your favorite blanket.
PAUSE
After a moment,
You realize you’re near
The drumbeat.
Your body naturally
Floats to the ground,
Directly in front of a shaman.
PAUSE
Instinctively, you bow,
Honoring the presence
Of this man.
And, as you lift your head again,
Your eyes meet his eyes–
His glistening onyx-black eyes–
That smile at you
In the silver sheen of moonlight.
PAUSE
The shaman beckons you to sit,
And, when you’re comfortable,
He gives you the drum.
PAUSE
You take a minute
To inspect the drum.
It’s handmade,
With wood, and rope,
And natural rawhide.
It feels cool in your hands.
PAUSE
Then, the shaman
Hands you a drumstick.
It feels smooth,
Like carefully carved wood
Like a gift from Mother Earth.
You pause,
And then, earnestly and intentionally,
You let the drumstick strike the drum.
PAUSE
For a moment,
You feel the vibration
In your hand.
And then,
It moves through you,
Filling you with energy.
PAUSE
You strike the drum again,
Feeling your energy align
With the drum,
And then,
With the Universe.
Feelings of purpose,
Connectedness,
And clarity
Rise to the surface
Of your consciousness.
PAUSE
You strike the drum again,
And again,
Until a natural rhythm evolves.
PAUSE
And, with each
Touch of the drumstick
To the rawhide,
A healing vibration
Flows into you,
Lifting your mood,
Letting go of anxiety,
And filling you
With blessings
And peace.
PAUSE
After a while,
You place the drumstick
On the drum,
And hand it back to the shaman.
His eyes smile,
As they meet yours,
And an unspoken understanding
Comes into your awareness.
The shaman’s healing magic is real,
And he has shared it with you.
PAUSE
Ever so slowly,
You are lifted
Into the air,
And begin walking
Toward home,
Turning again and again
To acknowledge
The shaman,
Until he disappears.
PAUSE
You are carried to your bed,
And gently lain in it,
Feeling drowsy,
And ready for sleep,
After your magical journey.
And, as you drift
Into dreamland,
You’re accompanied by
A soft drumbeat
That ensures you’re
Safe,
Calm,
At at peace
In all your dreams.
NAMASTE, BEAUTIFUL
