Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - The Dream of Morgan le Fay (Premium)

Episode Date: February 18, 2021

This is a preview episode. Get the full episode, and many more, ad free, on our supporter's feed: https://getsleepy.com/support. The Dream of Morgan le FayTonight, Sam tells the story of Morgan, who discovers something special about herself while visiting the ruins of King Arthur's castle. 😴  Sound design:  waves crashing against a cliff.  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. Hotel Kamalot stood proud, high on the windswept headland of Tintacil. Its windows looked out over the tempestuous Celtic Sea. Morgan wandered down the long winding dry, leading up to the hotel. A structure certainly looked much more like a castle and it did a bed and breakfast. The four corners of Hotel Camelot rose much taller than the rest of the building. Each turret adorned with a cornish flag waving in the breeze. At the top of the hotels for walls, the thick The thick stone had been given a toothed effect.

It was the sort of thing you might find beautifully described in a fairy tale. But Morgan knew that historically, the uneven top to a castle was about far more than beauty. Long, long ago, the raised part of the tooth-shaped parapet offered knights defending King and Country, a protected view of the land. It was clear to Morgan that the stunning Hotel Camelot had stood on this hilltop surveying the coastline and guarding Arthur's ancient ruins for generations. But those decades were not a scratch on the history of Tintagel Castle, the ruins of which stood on the rocky cleftop behind Morgan. The castle had guarded this coastline from Saxon invaders for centuries. That's why Morgan had come here to finally unravel the legend of King Arthur, and see the ruins he left behind.

History was Morgan's greatest passion. She'd seen ruins all over the world and watched the past crumbling away, worn down by the seasons, by tithes and by time. She'd watched the golden sun set over Mathew Peacher, and seen it rise on a crisp morning between the towering marble columns of the legends feigned throughout the British Isles at first been uttered into history. Stories travelled differently back then. They were carried across land and time by word of mouth. Mother to son, father to daughter. That's how the story of King Arthur and the knights of the round table would have been told. That boy or girl would one day grow up and retell the same tale to their own children. That's how history was recorded in the dark ages, when Arthur was set to have lived. Morgan thought it was better that way. A book, however good the tale between its pages, could be easily lost.

Its long and winding story quickly forgotten without the ink and paper. But a well-toed story shaped by a silver tongue filled the air around you and crept into your dreams.