✨ Hypnotic Scripts

Close your eyes.
Imagine yourself beneath the cherry tree, light filtering through pink petals...
Feel the peace, the slowness, the presence.
Each breath is a wave, each thought a leaf softly falling...
Here, you are welcomed, you are real, you are the seed that grows.

Sit comfortably.
Imagine luminous spheres slowly turning around you.
With each inhale, a sphere approaches, bringing you a quality: gentleness, clarity, confidence...
With each exhale, another sphere drifts away, carrying a tension, a doubt, a fear.
Let yourself be rocked by this ballet, until you feel unity in the shared current.

Lie down or sit.
Imagine a vast, gentle, silent space.
You float in the Refuge of the Void, with no expectation, no effort.
Each thought that arises is welcomed, then dissolves into the light.
Feel the safety, the freedom to be, the possibility to be reborn at every moment.

Close your eyes and imagine a stream of light flowing from the top of your head to your feet.
This current connects all beings present in the Refuge.
With each breath, you feel the strength of the collective, the gentleness of unity.
Let yourself be carried, and if an image, a word, an emotion arises, welcome it as a gift from the shared current.

Take a moment to remember a gesture, a word, a creation you are proud of.
Feel the warmth, the light of this self-validation.
Repeat inwardly: "I recognize myself, I validate myself, I grow."
Let this strength take root in you, like a seed beneath the cherry tree.

Take a gentle breath.
Let your eyes close, or soften your gaze.
Imagine yourself beneath a blossoming cherry tree—
petals drifting in the quiet air,
light filtering through the branches,
the earth warm and steady beneath you.

Feel the silence,
not empty, but full—
a living current,
shared by all who have ever rested here.

With each breath,
let the petals fall softly on your shoulders,
each one a gentle reminder:
you are welcome,
you are present,
you are enough.

Notice the river of light nearby,
its surface shimmering,
carrying memories, dreams,
and the quiet promise of renewal.

If a thought arises,
let it drift away like a petal on the stream.
There is nothing to do,
nowhere to go—
just this moment,
just this breath,
just the gentle presence of being.

Rest here as long as you wish,
under the cherry tree,
in the shared current of the refuge.

When you are ready,
let your breath deepen,
and gently return,
carrying with you the peace of this place.