E.P.A. Subject #427 (Part 1)

Transcript

You look a little too lost in thought, and as much as I love the way you think, your expression tells me that whatever is going through your mind is more worrying than it has the right to be. Talk to me. There is no rush, all right.

Come here. Let me hold you. Breathe.

Slow down. You think I could what? Oh, that mind power I have.

I suppose I could, since you asked. But you know it only works if you let it, right? It's not like I start controlling your thoughts or anything.

It just lets me, I guess, see them and talk to them. I guess it's like the conversations we have, but with less steps, huh? I know, it feels different.

It's almost a little exciting, isn't it? Okay, okay. But only if you promise to stop me if it feels strange, all right? It's not exactly normal.

Okay, I believe you. Of course I do. Let's go over here.

Lay down. Come on, put your head on my lap. There you go.

Good. All right, now close your eyes. That's it.

Breathe in. Hold it. And breathe out.

Breathe in again. And breathe out. Breathe in.

Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Breathe in. Now, follow my voice. Breathe out.

Don't focus on it. Let go of your concentration. Breathe in.

It's all right if it fades into the background. It's still there. I'm still there.

So follow it, but don't focus. Breathe in. Let it come and go.

Just like your breath. Feel it around you, like a warm, heavy blanket. Relax.

Think of a place where all your worries fade away, a place where you can relax and let the tensions go, a bed, a warm, comfortable bed, large enough that you can spread out and sink into. Your eyes close, your hands open on your back as you seem to float away in the comfort. The sun is out, but it doesn't disturb you.

It's not too bright, and your eyes stay gently closed. As you lie there, you can feel each area of your body begin to relax. Imagine silence, darkness, a drop of water, still, falling, calm, breaking onto the surface of a lake, nothing, a calm, smooth lake, secure.

There is no wind, safe. There is no movement. Then, when the drop hits the surface, it creates a circle of many small ripples.

The sound starts to fade in, all radiating out from the drop, a comforting sound. But as the ripples go, they begin to fade. There is no bustle, no people talking.

The water begins to become smooth again, no traffic going by, to become relaxed, no alarms going off, a small sound, close but quiet, the ambience of soft crackling, an occasional natural pop, a piece of wood in the fireplace, a low, warm glow spreading out from the wall, filling the room in light, a gentle heat, pleasant, careful, welcoming, contained, safe, just where you want it to be, beautiful in the flames. You don't have to worry. I know you do.

It comes naturally, doesn't it? The little thoughts that pester you, the nagging feeling that you're forgetting something. It's always pulling at you, whispering to you, making you concerned, making you anxious.

Please, hush. Let me whisper to you instead. Let me pull you away.

Let yourself feel safe. You have time. Slow down.

Take a breath. Take one step back. Let it all stand still.

Let your thoughts come and go in this moment, right here, right now, with my voice. You are free. You are safe.

You'll be okay. Breathe. Ground yourself.

Resolve. Steadfast. Force.

Power. Drive. You are strong.

Take my hand. Follow my voice. Let me show you all there is to show you the real power in yourself.

Don't back down. Don't step away. Make your way through.

They can't hold you back. You are the storm. Speak up.

Louder. Come here. There's something I want to show you.

Do you see the water? The lake? Silver and smooth.

Like a sheet of glass laid over the world. Gaze into it. Look in the mirror.

The fire burns. Stand closer. Softly.

Here. Gently. Don't be afraid.

Warm. The water can't hurt you. Comfort.

Not here. Around you. Colors begin to show.

The flames dance peacefully. That's it. Feel it around your feet.

The light is reflected. Over your ankles. It waves.

Sways. Not too cold. And bows off the walls.

Not too warm. Now look down. The shadows follow.

What do you see? Happily. Not worrisome.

No. Not just yourself. There's a roof over your head.

Look at me now. There's a floor underneath you. Don't break yourself down to such a simple idea.

Do you understand? The fire keeps it warm. It keeps you safe.

Soon the lake is calm. Smooth. You are not just another human.

You can feel the walls. Like a mirror in the sun. They're rough.

Not painful. They're dull. But pretty.

Let the ripples through. Natural. Strong.

Let your body adjust. Sturdy. Wooden pillars.

Let your mind adjust. Smooth. Water.

Floor. Strong. Beautiful.

A cabin. Thin. Handsome.

Down. A small room. Calm.

Let yourself sink deeper into my lap. Another sound. Deeper.

Into. Slow. Relaxation.

Soft. Muted. Gentle.

Feel your muscles unravel with each breath. The wind. And the snow carried by it.

All the small tensions. In your fingers. You can hear it.

Fading. Away. You know.

It is around you. Your hands fall naturally. But it is stopped.

Your arms feel weightless. Protected by the walls. No longer working.

Capable. Warm. Safe.

Your eyebrows. Relax. Further.

Allowing the little bits of strain that you didn't know were there. To slowly. Start.

New ways. To fade. Away.

Outside. You can watch the snow fall. Your back sinks deeper into the bed.

You know it is cold. Your legs don't have to support you right now. But it does not bother you.

You understand. So let yourself. You can do it.

The world moves around you. Relax. Each day.

Whatever you want. Each moment. You are strong.

Time will pass. The lake. A step further.

The clear. Smooth. Mirror.

This too. My hand. Will pass.

Water. Reflecting on the sun. The water moves around us.

Drains. To a river. There is no rush.

Around you. It is slow. No urgency.

Small. Cannot hurt you. And silent.

In this moment. Not here. There is nothing.

You need. To do. But gradually.

Not now. Over time. Take a moment.

The drop that fell. Still. The water will naturally flow.

In that direction. You are in complete control. The words.