Healing Script For Heart

In the garden the spring sunlight
Pours life onto eager buds
And deep into the dark, damp soil
Re-awakening sleeping roots
And prompting seeds to germinate and grow

And throughout the year the gardener watches and notices
He carefully nurtures the seedlings
Tends the plants
And keeps the weeds in check
Especially in the vegetable garden
Which is this particular gardener's pride and joy

And early summer
Is when this garden is at its most beautiful
When the sky is that particular shade of summer blue
And the quality of the sunlight is such that
Every colour seems doubled in intensity
So that the leaves appear extra green and lush
and the flowers positively glow with colour

And there's a certain time of day for every garden
When it looks its best
Maybe something to do with the way the shadows fall
And it can be such a joy
To stop a moment and just notice the feel of the sun on your back
And breathe in the heady air
Warm and maybe slighty damp with having re-absorbed the morning dew
And just listen

The sound of birdsong

Maybe a rustling from under a nearby shrub
As a hungry blackbird rummages among the dead leaves
For hidden grubs and garden pests
And the gentle drone of a bee
Attracted by a heavily scented blossom

And somewhere in the distance
The sound of the gardener
Busy digging up a particularly tough weed
Working his fork right down into its roots
Diligently pulling up every trace

And wandering through the vegetable garden
You pass between neat rows of plants
Some of which you recognise immediately
Some of which you have to read the names on the little wooden sticks

Tall canes, tied together with string and hung heavy with runner beans
Are flanked by rows of lettuces
And the delicate fronds of carrot tops
Nearby your eye is caught
By the dainty purple flowers on a rambling bank of pea plants
Their bulging pods fit to bursting

But you are looking for a particular vegetable
You are looking for a waist-level bush
With large, flat leaves
That shade big, shiny red peppers
And there's a whole row of pepper bushes in the vegetable garden
All weighed down with the finest crop of peppers the gardener has ever grown

And the gardener doesn't realise it
But one of the reasons this is such a spectacularly good crop of peppers
Is that just under the soil
Lies buried the watch that the gardener lost last year
It was a very special watch, skilfully made by his grandfather
Each tiny part having been lovingly cut from precious metals
With such precision that it had always kept perfect time
And had never once needed adjustment from the day it was made

But the really special thing about this watch was the unique quartz-like crystal inside it
Which provided the timepiece with a never-ending source of power
So that it never needed winding and never stopped and never faltered

And it was this pulse given out by the lost watch under the soil
That made this particular crop of vegetables so vigorously healthy
Because it happened to exactly resonate with and amplify
The very rhythm of growth deep within the cells of the plants

And its your job now to choose one of those peppers
It needs to be large but not the largest
And good and firm, though not hard
It should be a bright, even red all round
And fed via a robust stalk
Firmly attached to the body of the plant

And as you remove it carefully from the bush
Turn it around in your hands and wipe off any moisture
Checking to make sure there are no marks or blemishes
And it really is perfect

Notice the weight of it in your hands.
Feel the shape of it.
As you do so you may fancy
That you can almost feel the steady pulse of the buried watch
Resonating from within the red pepper you are holding in your hands

Gently cup the pepper in your palms now
And imagine your hands beginning to glow with a bright, blue light
And this light transfers from your hands into the pepper
Seeping right into the vegetable
The pepper soaking up the light and at first glowing purple
Then, when all the light from your hands has been absorbed
The pepper itself glowing bright bright red

Notice how the pepper feels warm now
And how it glows from the inside
As if it were actually made from gently pulsating red light

You are now holding the perfect template
For the perfect heart
Made of pure light and life energy

So now physically move your hands onto the center of your chest
Taking your light template for your perfect, healthy heart
And allow it to drop into place
Feel it being welcomed and drawn inside you
Fitting perfectly into position
The perfect light template becoming your heart

And if you had x-ray vision
You could see through your skin
Through the layers of fat and muscle on the outside
Down between your ribs and right through your chest wall
Deep into the very center of your chest
Where your perfect heart now sits, richly red and glistening and still glowing
Tucked in-between your lungs
And resting just above your diaphragm

Notice how its rhythm straight away
Feels so natural and so comfortable
Your perfect heart
Perfectly in tune with the rest of your body

Let your thoughts now return to the garden
Where, somewhere in the distance there's the snip snip of shears
As the gardener, having finished his digging
Carries on with his chores

Stop a moment and once again notice the warmth of the sun on your back
The scent of the heady summer air
The sound of the birds.

Now take your hands from your chest
And take three deep, consolidating breaths
Before bringing your awareness fully back to the present time and place
And opening your eyes