So Let’s Begin…
THE MAGIC OF THE SWORD IN THE STONE SLEEP MEDITATION SCRIPT
There’s magic in the air,
magic that moves through you
with each deep breath.
LONG PAUSE
Keep breathing.
Allow yourself to feel
gentle lull of magic
as it relaxes and enlightens you.
LONG PAUSE
Stay with the feeling of magic,
as a welcome spell of serenity
is cast upon you.
LONG PAUSE
Draw in another breath,
And as you do,
visualize yourself on horseback,
on a snow white stallion,
trotting through the forest in spring.
PAUSE
After a few moments,
the horse slows
to a walk,
and then stops,
as if taking in
all the life of the forest.
PAUSE
A canopy of trees
seems to part
and opens into
a vibrant green clearing
with a large rock
positioned in the center.
PAUSE
The rock is heavy
with gray and white notches
and valleys carved around it.
Tiny sprigs of grass
grow at its base.
PAUSE
The rock is surrounded
By people,
Men and women
dressed in gowns,
suits of armor
and even the clothes of peasants.
PAUSE
Then, you notice something odd.
jutting up from the stone
is a sword,
a gleaming silver sword.
PAUSE
“Here ye, Here ye!”
calls a man with a long dark beard.
“Whosoever can removeth the sword,
becomes the next ruler of the land.”
PAUSE
The man continues,
“Only the bravest, wisest and
most loyal and compassionate
will be able to remove the sword.”
PAUSE
Still seated on your steed,
you watch patiently,
as many good men,
and even women,
go to the rock,
grab the sword
with white-knuckled hands,
and try to withdraw it.
But the sword would not budge.
PAUSE
After a while,
you dismount from the horse,
lead her by the reins to a tree,
where you gently
wrap the rein around the tree.
You pet her nose lovingly,
and rub her neck,
Before moving closer
to the crowd.
PAUSE
Three others try their luck,
but still, no one has retrieved the sword.
you draw in a breath,
deep and low,
and then step forward.
PAUSE
“You?” says the man
with the beard.
“Aye,” you reply with confidence.
“Very well,” he says.
PAUSE
You draw in another
deep, stabilizing breath
and approach the rock.
Placing your feet
against the bottom
of the rock,
you reach up,
and with both hands encircling
the handle of the sword,
you gently tug.
PAUSE
Every so gently,
the sword releases
a few inches.
gasps and claps
rise from the crowd.
PAUSE
You nod to the crowd,
and the reposition your footing.
again, you reach and pull the sword.
Again, it moves,
slowly at first,
until the rock releases it like butter.
PAUSE
Cheers and claps erupt from the crowd,
as you raise the sword above.
There is a power in the sword,
an energy of magic.
And you know that this
is now yours.
PAUSE
The man with a beard
comes to shake your hand
and to place a golden crown
upon your head.
But it is the sword’s magic,
it’s promise of power for good
that moves you most.
PAUSE
You bow to the crowd,
and then find your horse,
mount her,
and ride toward the sun,
with a crown upon your head,
a powerful sword in your hand,
and magic in your heart.
NAMASTE, BEAUTIFUL
