Guided Sleep Meditation & Sleep Hypnosis from Sleep Cove - The Winter Manor House - A Guided Meditation Sleep Story

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Starting point is 00:02:01 You'll light the fires and discover new items, and roofs and have a relaxing time. It's all designed to help you have a deep and peaceful sleep tonight. My wife Gemma wrote this and I really think you'll enjoy it. I'm Christopher and this is Sleep Cove, the largest sleep podcast in the world. Please subscribe with a bell. to get alerts on all new free content. And please listen to this recording in a place that if you were to fall asleep, you could do so safely.

Starting point is 00:02:52 And let's begin. So first, let's take some deep breaths. Take a deep breath in, slow breath out. Take another deep breath in. Hold it. Deep breath in. Hold, breathing in, calm and comfort your body to sink into stillness. Let your shoulders soften.

Starting point is 00:03:49 Let your arms rest loosely by your sides and feel your breath. Become gentle and steady as you listen. Imagine yourself stepping into another world. a place of quiet where you can find peace warm starts to form you find yourself country lane with hedgerows and bare winter trees their branches etched like lace

Starting point is 00:04:52 against a pale winter sky the air is crisp and cool It holds that special sharpness that only winter can bring. It holds that special sharpness that only winter can bring. Refreshing, pure and still. As you walk, the land begins to open into rolling hills and farmlands. The fields stretch away in patchworks of soft brows and faded greens, their edges lined with dry stone walls, cows and sheep, huddle together in the distance, quiet shapes and land out of a dream. its timber frame, standing strong, its whitewashed walls, glowing softly in the cold light,

Starting point is 00:06:41 its red-bricked chimneys, rising hilly-piggledy, piggledy, each one tilted, at its own curious angle. They had been placed there, with whimsy, centuries ago. The manor is framed by the soft slopes of the countryside. A picture of stillness and time, it feels as though it has always been here. A guardian of history, a keitha of countless winter nights and summer days. As you draw closer, you see this. the great outdoor ancient, dark and heavy, adorned with swirling ironwork, hills across its surface

Starting point is 00:08:03 like vines, your hand, but welcoming two delicate flakes of snow, begin to fall soft and light, touching in your hair, settling gently on the ground and fall on your hand and that feels the smooth lip. As you open this heavy door, thinking about the thousands of other people who've used this door too throughout the decades, you step across the threshold. and the great door closes softly behind you, shutting out the winter air who are embraced by the atmosphere of the manor.

Starting point is 00:09:48 Entrance hall stretches before you a space filled with grunger and age, yet you feel a deep welcoming wall. A hammer bean ceiling rises high above its carved timbers, arching like the inside of a cathedral is darkened by centuries. But every beam glows with quiet strength. It feels the very bones, steady, and protective. Watching over you as you stand within the flagstone floor is cool beneath your feet but scattered with thick woven rugs. Their patterns rich with deep reds, indigoes and ochres, they soften your step as you walk. The sound of your footsteps mingles with the occasional creak a gentle reminder

Starting point is 00:11:44 that this house has lived for centuries at the far end of the hall the immense stone fireplace calls to you It is carved with delicate flourishes, vines and interwoven, in patterns that seem to move, and the firelight flickers to set flame to kinling, and soon the hearth awakens, flames like outward, filling the chamber with golden wall, the shadows retreat into corner. and a glow spreads across the walls, portraits and tapestries to life. Yellows and reds are around. Rise to your feet and your eye is drawn to a piece of antique furniture nearby, a heavy wooden cask.

Starting point is 00:14:01 Rest at first, it looks simple, but as you step closer, you notice it's been delicate in the eyes of woods from far offlands. Black ebony forms sharp lines, while rich mahogany fills them with paler tones of ash and maple, adding brightness, going together in geometric shapes. that seem almost to dance in the firelight is a beautiful piece where an experienced craftsman worked for many weeks and months to create it. Choosing each piece of wood precisely and carefully

Starting point is 00:15:17 is become more than an object, it's become history, a story, and your fingers brush the smooth polished surface inside the cask with soft with a dark wooden exterior

Starting point is 00:16:10 and nestled within chest pieces each one delicate and you leave you lift one of the nice which is the hardest

Starting point is 00:16:29 piece to carve horse's head, perfectly shaped. The main, flowing in careful grooves, are small and rounded, the bushes. Tall and polished in sleep, feels alive, with care, grafted, not just for play, but for beauty, all these pieces, kept and underneath. you discover a small draw you slide it open you find the chestboard itself folded neatly it squares alternating words alongside it is a collection of the box that rattles faintly with marbles candles tucked inside waiting patiently.

Starting point is 00:18:18 Perhaps for nights just like this. You smile softly, feeling the joy of discovery and gather a few other candles in your hands. You see iron sconces fixed to the walls. Candle holders. Their shapes, light vines, empty cups, ready for light.

Starting point is 00:19:03 One by one, you place the candles into them, and within the cask there was a matchbox too, and you strike the match, ordered a match to each candle, to the gentle golden light of candle flames. They shimmer the tapestries. They flicker upon the portraits and cast soft halos upon the carved beams above, feels filled and presence. It is as though the house itself is leaning in, whispering its approval, welcoming you deeper into its heart. and you take a slow breath in and let go.

Starting point is 00:20:43 Feels like a sanctuary. A place where time slows can simply be. You decide to explore more from the hole. You pass through a small oak door. It's handled smooth with age into the manor's library. Here the air is different Warmer and closer Filled with the scent of paper and wood

Starting point is 00:22:07 Lined with shells Their reach all the way To the oak Beamed ceiling Shelf Is filled leather bound Their spines cracked and worn Their gold

Starting point is 00:22:35 Lettering by countless hands You and your fingers Along the shelves are binding A mixture of history and each of your touches

Starting point is 00:23:00 Raise a story and has been read by people and guests of this house Library ladder rests against one wall Cornish smooth by youth

Starting point is 00:23:34 and you were drawn to it you climb a few steps up it and let your hand drift along the books feeling the guilt edging of the titles the inlays one book

Starting point is 00:23:57 catches your eye and you lift it gently from the shelf you realise that it's one of your favourite books that has always given you comfort. Its cover is familiar. It's beautiful.

Starting point is 00:24:23 And as you hold it in your hands, a wave of calm washes over you through the tall, added windows. You notice the snow outside is grey thick, and it falls, swirling patterns, covering the hills and the farmland is now

Starting point is 00:24:58 that you'll have to to stay the night here and far from worrying your thoughts fill with joy. This house is a warm, safe place, ready to host you until morning. Look with you. You would like something warm to drink your way down a narrow corridor. The flagstones worn smooth with century of footsteps, until you reach the Manus Kitchen, you step inside, you see and feel the sense of history deepen.

Starting point is 00:26:19 It's a vast room, the kind of kitchen that was at the very heart of the house, and even though it's had some updates to make it easier to use today. its soul is still there fireplace there a huge one that dominates it feels as though the wall still hold the bustle and rhythm long path to the gigantic fireplace

Starting point is 00:27:03 that dominates one wall its stone rises high above you and resting within it like an anger glowing soft its enamel surface wall, its lids rattling faintly with gentle heat. Once this fireplace, or its flames through the chimney, that's still there. This is where pots hung from blackened hooks and where spits turn slowly before the fire,

Starting point is 00:28:15 bubbled and steamed from centuries long ago. ago, moved with energy and purpose, and there was a clatter of pots and pans, and the kitchen was alive. We imagined the chatter of maids, bread being kneaded upon the stone worked up here. Power would have dusted the air, and the scent of baking bread would have filled the room. flour would have dusted the air with hands pressing and folding the dough the scent of baking bread would once have filled every corner of this room

Starting point is 00:29:14 mingling with the savory smells of roasted meats and stewing vegetables to dry at the great feasts would have been prepared dishes carried through to the Grand Hall, the meal sustained the dozens of people as you imagine the maids. Their laughter rising and falling, giggling quietly, as they were, sharing secrets and stories. You picture the cooks, bells furrowed, always busy, yet filled with a skill and pride, keeping all was just so.

Starting point is 00:30:38 Though the centuries have passed, it feels as though their presence remains steady wolf. Rest your hand against its smooth, warm surface seems to reach straight into your bows. Be the faint hiss of heat, hands an enormous pine dresser. Its shells crowded with crockery, and jugs. The glazes chipped here and there, but each one beautiful in its own perfection. Countless times for a favourite mug, a trusted plate, a serving bowl handed down through the years. You find a pan and a simple place the pan upon the argus hot plate. pouring in milk and you watch it as it warms slowly upward into the air.

Starting point is 00:32:49 The soft sweet scent filling the room begins to simmer and you imagine the cooks of the past doing the same, preparing warm drinks with the household just from the dresser. You find until the milk becomes the perfect hot child, hot chocolate spreading through the ceramic. You pick it out, and you out of the kitchen towards the living room. A cozy chair awaiting. And with your book and your hot chocolate, you retreat into the manor's living room. The walls are covered in dark wood paddling, smoothed and polished.

Starting point is 00:34:58 Sheen glowing in the candlelight. Thick curtains, deeply coloured, heavy and warm, soars for a moment, putting one curtain back to take one look, one last look outside, and the snowy hills stretch into the distance, and the flakes can fast as all hushed curtain, full closed, lighting the kidney, glowing across the room. Light flickers over every surface, taking the space. Aeusious armchair you've ever seen, wide, soft and inviting, and you settle into it.

Starting point is 00:36:55 And the cushions seem to shape themselves around you, porting you perfectly, and you draw a thick, wrapping around you, cocoons you, so you gently open the book, and you begin to read with each word feeling familiar, each page like a friend, and as you read, your eyelids, begin to grow heavy, and you take a sip of the drink, and it's so delicious, settling more and more into the chair. The softness of the blanket now around you. The comfort of your feet all begins to blend together into a haze of cast of your hot chocolate, sweet and soothing. Another page but the words and you let rest gently into your lower, folding loosely over it, thick and silent, and you to burn softly, holds you safely through centuries and winters and your eyes grow heavier.

Starting point is 00:39:51 Your breathing slows and your body softens deeper into the chair. You feel completely safe, cleanly at rest and slowly and gently you drift into sleep, nor into the armchair, surrounded by wolf, while outside, the tuna manner the snow falls silently

Guided Sleep Meditation & Sleep Hypnosis from Sleep Cove - The Winter Manor House - A Guided Meditation Sleep Story

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