Welcome to bedtime stories by beezybeeshoney.net. I hope you are settled in for the night and are ready to go on a journey of deep and relaxing sleep. To help you get there, we recommend you take a teaspoon of the Beezy Bees infused honey and listen to tonight's story. If all goes right, you will not be able to hear how this story ends because you'll be in a deep sleep by then.
Let's begin. Firstly, make sure that you are lying comfortably in a position where you can easily fall asleep. It's time to leave the day behind. Let go of whatever has happened today and let go of what will happen tomorrow, that will take care of itself. And to bring you into this moment even further, let's do a little breathing exercise together before the story.
So I'd like you to breathe in on my instruction for a count of four. Hold the breath for a count of four and let go for a count of four. We'll do this four times. So breathe in, two, three, four. Hold, two, three, four. And let go, two, three, four. Breathe in, two, three, four. Hold, two, three, four. And let go, two, three, four. Breathe in, two, three, four. Hold, two, three, four. And let go, two, three, four. Breathe in, two, three, four. Hold, two, three, four. And let go, two, three, four.
Good. Now it's time for your sleep story.
It's morning time in New York. The sun has just risen over the great towers of this great city. Mary has just woken up and as is usual for Mary, she is feeling less than excited about life. She switches off her alarm, kisses her husband Gabriel on the cheek, gets out of bed and moves towards the bathroom to begin her morning routine. As she's brushing her teeth, she begins her usual internal morning monologue, "Oh great. We're nearly out of toothpaste. I suppose it'll be up to me to buy it again. He's not going to get it. How many days have I been working in a row now? Why is the water pressure so low? Did I not ask Gabriel to get that fixed? Oh, the kids are going to be up soon. Why are they so noisy at the moment? Always running around the place, making a mess." This monologue continues through breakfast, getting dressed, in-between conversations with Gabriel and the kids, and is still continuing when Mary arrives in her local coffee shop to get her regular morning coffee.
"Oh great, another massive queue filled with obnoxious people waiting for their... What is it about coffee? Why does the whole world all of a sudden drink coffee? I was drinking coffee before any of these people." "Good morning, Ma'am. What can I get you?" Mary's thought monologue is interrupted by the barista. "Oh, hey. I'll have a large latte with cinnamon on top, single shot and with oat milk." Mary eventually gets her coffee, walks out of the coffee shop and onto the bustling New York streets.
As she drinks her coffee, her internal monologue resumes. "I am sure there's two shots of coffee in this. Why don't these people listen? Why can't they do their job right? I am so tired of this city." After some walking, Mary arrives in work where she is a photographer for a major magazine. "Oh great. I'm photographing that actor again. He is so filled with ego and so all about himself. I can't stand those type of people. Anyway, someone's got to do it." Mary gets through her morning, photographs the famous actor, has lunch in a very expensive restaurant, has meetings all afternoon and then makes her way back to the Upper West Side to her beautiful apartment and her loving family.
The evening goes as it has a lot lately, Gabriel and the kids playing together, Mary working and their cook making them dinner. Once dinner is over and all the evening's activities are wrapped up, Mary and Gabriel get into bed, say goodnight to each other, switch off the light and both drift off into a deep sleep. Mary has always been a good sleeper and as she lies here, falling deeper and deeper into a restful night sleep. Visions of her younger self start to dance in front of her. When she was younger, Mary was filled with joy, always looking for the next party, constantly trying to be of service and was always caring and loving to those around her.
And now, as she starts to enter a dream, that younger self is walking somewhere. At first, she's not quite sure where she is. She's on a beach, that's for certain. Judging by the color of the sun and its position. It is early evening. The soft sand beneath her feet, the gentle ebb and flow of the water as it rhythmically comes in and out over her feet, the soft, warm sunlight of wherever she is, is extremely pleasant.
She points her head towards the sun with her eyes closed and takes in a deep breath. She feels the gentle nourishing oxygen flow through her body. She smells the sea in the air, one of the most beautiful of smells. She feels the salt on her skin and she feels supported by the earth beneath her. Wherever she is, she is happy to be here. She starts to walk along the beach, looking for clues as to what this place might be. Eventually, she sees a small group of fishermen sitting on the beach.
They look like they are preparing to go out fishing for the evening, going through their nets and making sure there are no holes.
Mary looks at them from afar, curiously. They are dressed rather strangely, not in clothes that she would be used to seeing, and they look like men who have lived their lives in constant communion with nature.
Mary walks closer to try and hear what they're saying, but the men are talking in a language she has never heard before. Like Mary looked at them, they look back at her with equally deep curiosity. She smiles and continues her walk to wherever she's going.
As she walks, she realizes that her head is quieter here, that her internal monologue has slowed down. Eventually she arrives at what looks like a small town, but this town is not any type of town she has seen before. The buildings are made of stone and at first look humble. She walks up towards them and starts to walk through little streets, the ground beneath her a kind of dirt track, dry and dusty.
Eventually, the town starts to get busier and people become more prevalent. Wherever Mary is, she realizes that she is not in her own time. The people here look like ancient people. They remind Mary of pictures of people she has seen in museums or in history books or on the internet. And as she strolls through this place, she looks in the eyes of these people who are, by the way, equally as intrigued by her as were the fishermen a little while ago, because Mary is not wearing the same clothes as these people. Mary is wearing what a photographer from New York wears on a weekday, but the people don't ask questions of Mary. They just look at her and she Looks back.
Now that she has realized that she is indeed in an ancient place, she becomes fascinated by the faces that she witnesses.
These are people that in her time are long dead, but what most amazes Mary is that the faces of these people would not look in any way out of place in downtown Manhattan or on the front of the magazine that she works for. Mary has always thought about this, that people in history all looked like us. And when she walks around New York City, she will sometimes imagine a person in ancient clothing. Now, she is here on an ancient place. She feels so humbled by this place already, quite emotional in fact, and quite eager to explore with whatever time she is allowed here.
She feels zero fear and is brimming with joy and curiosity. She walks and walks, witnessing little markets, selling fruit and veg. People trading animals, sheep, pigs, and goats, men riding by on horses, families in their little homes, children running happily through the streets, women carrying their babies, showing them the love of a mother, a love that has transcended millennia in human civilization.
And then she turns a corner. She sees a large mound and on top of the mound, a large building, a classical-looking building, or at least that's what someone would call it in her time. She looks harder and eventually recognizes what she is looking at. This is the building that Mary knew as the Parthenon. Mary is in ancient Greece. Now she grows more eager to learn, more excited, and she wants to try and blend in with the locals. But she realizes she has no money and nothing to trade apart from the clothes on her back.
She finds a little store, a little stall to be precise, and a kindly-faced looking woman standing behind it. She approaches the lady and the two nod and greet each other with a smile. Mary tries to speak in English. Of course, this doesn't work. Then she tries, as anyone who has traveled to a foreign country will be familiar with, a miming exercise. She starts to show the woman that she will give the woman her trousers and blouse and scarf for one of the fine robes that sits on the woman's stall. At first, the woman looks confused, not quite sure what this odd-looking woman is doing dancing in front of her stall.
But then things slowly become clear and the lady now becomes excited. She starts to nod her head and agree to the trade. Mary then goes into a little room behind the stall and changes into local clothing. She then happily hands over her New York, 21st-century garb and the market stall holder can't quite believe her eyes. Mary gives the woman a hug and walks off happily in her new clothes.
Eventually, Mary comes to a beautiful garden, a garden filled With all sorts of wonderful flowers, shrubs and trees. The sun has now set over Athens, but it's summertime so it is still very warm. She sees in the far corner of the garden, a group of people sitting around a campfire. There is one man talking very passionately. She walks over and starts to listen. Of course, Mary can't understand what the man is saying, but this is Mary's dream and so what Mary wants, Mary gets.
All of a sudden, the man in the corner, speaking to the group, begins speaking in very audible English. He looks like some form of wise man. He wears a beard. He has a deep tan and steely blue eyes. He speaks with passion, waving his arms around whenever the greatest thoughts enter his brain. But he also wears great humility and simplicity and this is very clear.
"I ask you, my friends," he begins to say, "how often do you complain about what you have? How often do you sit and look at your husband or your wife and think, 'I could have done better. They're not good enough for me.' Well, I ask you something, then. Imagine now just for 10 seconds, imagine your life without them. Go on, imagine. Imagine the person you spend your life with not being there anymore. Or if that's a pleasant thought, which it could be, then what about your kids? How often do you complain about your kids? How often do you wish they just shut up? Imagine your life then without them. Go on. It's hard, I know, but imagine. I guarantee if you spend 30 seconds a day or better still a minute, imagining your life without people that you love but complain about in your head, you will feel immense gratitude for those people every single day for the rest of your life.
"Now what about comfort? I know a lot of you live in a lot of comfort around here, living in the great city of Athens, but still you complain, don't you? Complain about the little things. You look to the next person, wish you had what they had. Well, again, I ask you. Spend a few minutes every day, imagining all of the things that you hold dear not being there: the roof over your head, the clothes on your back, and I guarantee the appreciation for the simple things of life will shine through.
You'll see fruit in a different way. You'll smell the air in a different way. You'll appreciate the fact that you can breathe in a different way. The constant yearning for what you don't have will leave you and you will sit in acceptance of the life you have because every life is beautiful if you only allow it to be.
Mary stood and listened to who she had now realized was Zeno of Citium, the great Stoic philosopher. And as she stood and listened, tears rolled down her face. Not tears of sadness, tears of release and joy because Mary, in this moment, in this dream, was having a revelation that she had been living for too long without understanding of the blessings in her life. She thought back to when she was a younger woman and when she wanted so much to become a photographer, it was her dream. And now, all she did was complain daily about her job.She thought back to the years of trying to have children. And now that she did, she complained in her head daily about them time and time again.
She thought back to when she was kind to people on the street, people she didn't know. And now all she did was complain about others in her head all the time, judging them and not putting herself in other people's shoes.
It's sunrise in New York City and Mary wakes up feeling a different energy. She kisses her husband, Gabriel like she's never kissed him before, gets out of bed, runs into her children, holds them both in her arms and laughs with joy.
Mary's day only got better from there. The coffee guy was very surprised at this cheery lady he wasn't used to seeing. Mary's colleagues muttered among themselves that someone had come and taken over Mary's body because she was so different. That evening, Mary brought her family out to dinner and then they went home and shared some fun and games together.
Mary went to bed that night having had one of the best days in all her existence. She fell into another deep sleep. And now it's time for you to fall in to a deep restful, restorative, rejuvenating sleep. Goodnight, my friend, and sleep well.