Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - Exploring Roman Castleford (Premium)

Episode Date: March 9, 2021

This is a preview episode. Get the full episode, and many more, ad free, on our supporter's feed: https://getsleepy.com/support. Exploring Roman Castleford Once again, tonight, we push open the large mahogany doors of our favourite, magical library. Forts, settlements and swordsmen fill the scene as we casually explore Lagentium, neither seen nor heard. 😴  Sound design: crickets.  About Get Sleepy Premium: Help support the podcast, and get: Monday and Wednesday night episodes (with zero ads) The exclusive Thursday night bonus episode Access to the entire back catalog (also ad-free) Premium sleep meditations, extra-long episodes and more! We'll love you forever. ❤️ Get a 7 day free trial, and join the Get Sleepy community here https://getsleepy.com/support. And thank you so, so much.  Tom, and the team. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Hi, Thomas here. You're listening to a preview episode. You can enjoy the entire story tonight by subscribing to our supporters' feed. There you'll get access to the entire back catalogue, bonus episodes, and more, and it's all completely ad-free. Click the link below to learn more and thank you so so much. Me and the team really appreciate your support. In front of you stands a magnificent set of wooden double doors. The rich scent of the mahogany is intoxicating. You feel drawn towards them. Each one displays a figure on its center panel, surrounded by an array of intricate borders,

masterfully carved in mesmerizing detail. Intrigued, you reach out a hand and begin to trace the outline of a carving, feeling the ridges beneath your fingertips. You see now that the figures are Roman soldiers, recognizable by their armored tunics, cloaks and sandals, and their helmets, topped with feathered plumes. You recall tales of soldiers such as these, making their way across the English Channel to the island that they would call Britannia. They left their mark and their presence is still felt in England today, long after their departure. The soldiers stand opposite one another, strong and alert, armed with shields in one hand and swords in the other.

and swords in the other. They both face inward toward the ornate brass door handle as though willing you to enter. You place your fingers on the cool metal handle and turn it ever so slightly. You are surprised to find that the huge heavy door falls open easily with a welcoming creek. Slowly you step inside. Beyond the threshold lies the foyer of a vast magnificent library. Posing for a moment, you allow yourself to take it all in, from the green and white marble tiles on which you stand. To the ancient marble columns that stretch from floor to ceiling, etched with perfectly straight lines.

Above your head hangs a grand crystal chandelier, bestowing a soft, soothing glow on everything beneath it. Broken sunlight shines through stained glass windows illuminating the shelves of books housed here. Then, you spot a little sign which excites your curiosity. As you walk towards it, the gentle pattern of your feet echoes throughout the room, punctuating the silence. You move to the far end of the foyer, where a shining plaque sits between two curving staircases. Upon it, written in delicate golden script are these words. Welcome to the Library of Time. Only the most curious souls can find this place.

Each and every book here connects to a different time and place. While in the past you will need to be seen nor heard. You cannot change the past after all. You can only learn from it. And learn you shall. The beginnings of a smile rest upon your lips as you make your way up the staircase to your right. Your hand brushes across the smooth wooden banister as you ascend.

Each step reveals a little more of what's ahead, and as you reach the top, you can only stare in wonder. The second floor is home to shelves of books, reaching as far as the eye can see. You can feel the wisdom and knowledge that permeates this room. You breathe in slowly and deeply, allowing the air to flow through you, from head to toe. So captivated, you keep walking between two rows of shells at the center of the room. Your senses sweep over these ancient tombs, their shapes and sizes as unique as the stories they hold inside. As if pulled by an invisible thread, you start to move in a particular direction. Before long, you find yourself standing in front of one of the shelves, with with your hand reaching towards the book. Its cover is purple in colour, the same hue that was reserved for the empires of imperial Rome. Though its edges are somewhat and its cloth slightly faded. These details only add to its charm and allure.

On the spine of the book, you see the title. There are no words, just a year written in thick gold lettering 93.