As you relax your jaw, you feel your neck and shoulders relax as well. That wave of relaxation travels down your entire body until it reaches the soles of your feet.
As you now begin to become conscious of your breathing, you become conscious of how your unconscious controls your breathing as well. Even when your not conscious of your breath, your unconscious continues to work for you.
What else does your unconscious take care of for you when you’re not aware of it?
As you become aware of your breathing, you begin to notice each breath becoming slower, and deeper.
Each time you exhale you feel a little piece of your conscious awareness escape like steam from a cool mountain lake as the sun rises.
You may try to count your breaths as you sink deeper into this comfortable trance, but you abandon your count and just sink down deeper still.
Before you, you see six stepping stones leading to a path beside that cool mountain lake. You are barefoot. Your heel strikes that first stone and then the rest of your sole.
Six, you count to yourself. You feel the cool stone against your bare sole.
Five, you say as your heel strikes the next stone.
You sink ever deeper.
Four.
Three, as your heel hits this stone you doubt you can sink any deeper than you already have, but somehow you are deeper still.
Two.
One. You are all the way down.
You see the lake before you . Calm, serene, deep.
You can hear the gentle waves on the lake’s surface. The sound is somewhat louder in your left ear than it is in your right.
On the shore of this lake, you see a campfire. You know this fire has been prepared just for you.
As you sit beside the fire, you feel the warmth of the fire on your face. You also feel the cool breeze from the lake.
Beside you, you discover two sheets of paper and a pen.
A voice tells you that if anything is troubling you, you simply need to write it on the first piece of paper. When you toss that paper into the fire, your troubles will evaporate.
That voice then tells you that you may write anything you need on the second sheet of paper. When you toss that sheet into the fire, your need will be met.
You set the pen and paper back down.
You smile.
You know that you don’t have a care in the world.