🧚 Fairy Ring Meditations: Side A

All of the fairy ring meditations of season one pressed into a vinyl-style audio trip. 🧚 

Excerpts from this episode: 
Episode One: "Portals"
Episode Two : "Collecting Moonbeams"
Episode Three: "Wheel of Fortune"
Episode Four: "Into the Light"
Episode Five: "Pastel Rabbit"

Please note, portions of this meditation trip contain binaural beats to promote relaxation. It is recommended not to listen while driving or operating machinery. 

All written and spoken content in this episode were created and recorded by The Fairy Ring Podcast/Michelle Lark. This material is protected under copyright. 

Music/sounds effects from Epidemic Sound. 

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Please note that portions of this production contain binaural beats which promote relaxation. For this reason, please do not listen to the following audio production while driving or operating machinery. Thank you, I hope you enjoy the episode and slowly imagine a white light and as you open your eyes and your mind's eye, you see white petals begin falling into the palms of your hands. The petals circle and catch again and drift away. You feel breathes on the back of your neck as you watch the petals blow towards the direction of a black and white rabbit standing on its hind legs. You can see the aura of this rabbit, an aura of pastels light blue and pink and mint green. The rabbit turns slowly and hops away from you at a leisurely pace and in your thoughts you hear a soft voice 're never late, we're never late, we're never late. And you follow the rabbit and its pastel aura through the woods where more petals of different colors begin to fall. You lock up and you realize that, instead of leaves, that all of these branches are holding flowers. You walk towards the circle of wild mushrooms just at the edge of the forest. You close your eyes as you enter the fairy ring, one foot in and the other follows. You find your balance before you realize that one of your shoes are missing. Where did they go? You can feel the grass under your feet, warm, green and wet dirt between your toes. You feel the earth begin to pulse under you, alive with knowledge, mischief and beauty. You start to feel slick roots caress your ankles as you begin to sink into the earth, an emerald light flaring behind your lids. These roots go deeper than you can possibly imagine, old as creation itself and new as summer sun. And as you disappear into the earth, the fairy ring closes behind you, just your shoes laying on top of wild grass. You are a part of the fairy ring now and it is a part of you, and you are not sure if you are still sinking into the earth or if you're floating towards the stars into your unknown. You hear again through your mind and your thoughts we're never late. We're never late. And you focus your eyes back on the rabbit and you keep walking to follow it until you see a sign that says no shoes allowed past this point and by the sign you see boots and sandals and high heels kicked off and you shrug your shoes off and kick them towards a pile. You feel the fairy ring disappear behind you as you step out onto a moonlit beach, your feet sinking into damp sand still warm from the day's heat. Ocean mist brushes your skin as you step into the shallow of the waves. The rhythm of cool salt water lulls you into a calm harmony with the moon. You look up and you see the stars shining like blue embers against dark blue water and the moon, so close and silver. It feels like she's about to take a drink from the ocean or kiss you goodnight, or kiss you goodnight. The sea stretches and shifts around you, bringing a small glass bottle that bumps against your knee. You pick up the bottle and notice that it is labeled Moon Water Make a wish and drink. You take a deep breath with the tide Moon water make a wish and drink. You take a deep breath with the tide, noticing how the moonlight affects both the waves and the rhythm of you. You have the knowledge that the water you hold is special, blessed by the moon herself, that a bit of the moon's magic inside you can truly grant a wish. The cork of the bottle pops quietly as you open it and think of your wish. You say your wish quietly to the moon and thank her for her blessing. Before you bring the bottle to your lips, a part of you imagined that the water would taste salty like the sea, but instead what fills your mouth is a light coolness with the aftertaste of something faintly sweet. Perhaps this is how a moonbeam would taste. And as you drink the last drop, your body dissolves and the seafoam and the fairy ring pulls you into the tide and for a moment you were the ocean, kissing a thousand shores, and you are the moon granting someone's wish. And you look for the rabbit again. But you realize that he's waiting patiently for you and his aura changes again from light blue and pink and mint green to purple hues and orange and burnt sienna. You follow him deeper into the vastell woods until you reach a clearing and you see a group of women sitting in a circle. They open the circle and ask if you would like to step inside. You've seen this circle before, in many forms, in many ways, long ago, in a distant dream. The fairy ring the voice whispers in your mind. The fairy ring opens and pushes you through a gold foil mirror. You stumble left and grab the first thing that's within your line of sight A painted horse with blue jeweled eyes bobbing up and down. Next to a tiger with a silver saddle, a child laughs. As you try and find a focal point among a blur of pastel neon lights, you feel your clothes cling to you, still damp from ocean water, but the night air is warm and alive. The carousel slows down to a stop and you walk towards the exit. Uncertain and dizzy Strings of Edison bulbs compete with starlight, connecting dozens of blue velvet tents and glowing rides that spin and twirl. And before you enter into the electrified night, a ticketmaster in a black silk vest holds out a hand to stop you. You look at him confused as he points to your pocket expectantly. You reach into your pocket and pull out a single silver ticket. The ticket master grabs it, punches it three times and hands it back to you while pointing to a silver tent in the middle of the carnival. You step off the ride onto soft grass and begin to feel self-conscious when you remember that you don't have on any shoes. But when you look around you see that everyone is barefoot, even the fire breather and a man announcing that behind his tent is the world's largest fox, who also happens to tell riddles. You won't believe your eyes or ears. The smell of popcorn and caramel permeates your senses as an acrobat does a backflip in front of you, making the people around you laugh. The acrobat winks at you and points again to the silver tent before somersaulting away. As you walk closer to the tent, the more the fabric looks like it's made from moonbeam, and right above it is a neon sign that flickers. Enter the spin, the wheel of fortune. It's never too late to find your fate. When you enter the tent, the sound of the night fades into a dark blue calm. It might just be a clever trick, but instead of walking inside of a tent, you walk into an empty field filled with nothing but wildflowers and a ferris wheel blinking in silver and gold bulbs. You walk up to the ferris wheel feeling cold metal under your feet. As you step up to the platform, there was no one on the ride except for a woman wearing a silver blindfold sitting in the bottom cart. She opens up the cart door, extending her hand. Do you have your ticket? She asks, and somewhere, you swear, you can hear silver bells. You hand her your ticket and she gestures for you to sit across from her. You sit down and as she closes the door, the ferris wheel begins to rise up, just as the first traces of sun begin to creep across the field. You look up at the woman as she removes a silver blindfold to reveal a gold one underneath. You stare at her and bewilderment before her stoic expression changes into an impish grin. She removes the gold blindfold to reveal different colored eyes, one silver and one gold. My sight is bold, she says. I watch the sun set and rise, just as the moon feel the swill go up and down. I can close one eye or the other or wear my blindfolds, but I would rather see things as they are, where they are, and decide who I want to be in them. She hands you back your ticket, which is now gold. There are times for both, I suppose, but you always belong to each of them and for now you've been in the silver for too long and it's time for you to go to the light. You hang on to the side of the cart as the wheel speeds up, just as the sun quickly rises and the world spins and spins and spins until you see nothing but sun. The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun longs for something dark and deep. Alice Hoffman Practical Magic, more pastel petals begin to fall from the sky as you step through the women's circle, into the fairy ring and you see the women clasp their hands again. They all look different, all beautiful and they're all wearing different dresses, different pastels to match the petals. And you know that you're welcome in this circle. And you look down to see your own clothes. What color are they? You decide to lie down in the circle with your hands behind your head and look up towards the sky. You feel warmth on your skin and breathe in the rich scent of botanicals and soil. You focus on the red behind your lids as you slowly blink your eyes open. You are sitting in the middle of a glass greenhouse on top of a large golden disk. If you look down, you can see your reflection and it looks as if your skin is covered in gold. Like you are casting your own sunlight. Like you are casting your own sunlight. Sunbeams catch crystals, casting rainbows across the greenhouse and plants creep up to get closer to the sun's cold. Even the plants and the rainbows take on a honeyed tint. You can see dust floating in the now and the breath of life and as you breathe in the sun, the plants and the hummingbirds seem to come closer to you and when you reach out your hand, it is so full of light, so blinding, that you almost look away, thinking of that inner child that was told not to stare too long at the sun, but your eyes open wider to the light, that inner doubt alchemizing to belief. You can stare at this sunlight sunlight because you are a sunlight. And now, when you stare at the world and yourself in it, it is, with the truth, the eyes of the Sun. The light in your hand moves up to your arms and metallic covers your entire body, until your body is so made up of light that you can see through it. Your hands are only as visible now as dust particles catching the light. And you look past your hands to see a pair of shoes just by the door of the greenhouse and you are reminded that when you first entered the fairy ring, how you lost that very pair of shoes you are now looking at. You think about when you stepped through the mushroom portal in the forest, when you drank moon water and became one with the ocean and moonlight, when you entered the carnival and took a chance on fate, and now, in this place that feels so warm, you could be called home. You know that you could go back to your life, turn your eyes away from the light, your fate, your darkness, your magic. You could put your shoes on and walk through that door, letting all of this just be a distant dream. But to deny it all would be to deny yourself. You take a deep breath, inhaling all the pain you have felt during your journey, have felt during your journey, and when you breathe out, it is just a sunbeam and you decide that you do not need shoes. Where you are going, as you step into the light and as you watch the sky, clouds begin changing into shapes and secrets and the women begin to sing in a language you can't understand, but you feel like you remember and you stay because we're never late and we're here now and now and now. And you stay until petals cover your body and the sight and the singing begins to fade. And you stay with no more rabbits to follow, with no more thoughts to chase, with no more clouds to see. You stay. There's nothing to do but stay and be reborn. Thank you, thank you.