Healing Script For Lungs

You are on a tropical beach on a coral island
The warm breeze carries a heavy, sweet scent
Mixed in with the smell of salt
And gently rustles the palm fronds above your head

Apart from a seagull somewhere in the distance
The only other sound is the waves tumbling onto the shore

The sun feels warm on your skin as you stroll down to the sea
Your toes disappear into the white, powdery sand as you walk
And your hot feet are grateful for the cool smoothness
Of the sand at the waters edge

And the water here is so clean and crystal clear
That if it wasn't for the waves
Which glow azure blue as they curl beneath themselves
Before tumbling into snowy foam
You could hardly see the water

And as you float on its surface
Looking down at your shadow on the rippled seabed
It feels for all the world
As if you're flying

And down below, a little way ahead
You notice a brightly coloured underwater landscape
Where clusters of coral of every shape and hue
Cling to generation after generation of their kind
And a myriad of exotic fish
Dart in and out the tiny caves and crevices in between

And as you explore
Your eye is drawn to an oyster shell lying half open among the coral
You can't quite see, but in the darkness of the shell
You can just make out a round, dark shape inside
You bring the shell to the surface and open it up fully
And take out what looks like a black pearl
But its rather dull and misshapen
And the gentle breeze and bright sunlight seem to have a strange effect on it
So that in an instant the black pearl turns to grey dust in your hand, like ash,
And is blown clean away on the wind

Back in the water again
Spend some time exploring the reef now
You need to find a special piece of living coral
A perfect healthy specimen of a specific type
One that branches into two large, and intricate fronds
Each on either side of a sturdy central stem

When you find the perfect piece of coral
Cut it very carefully from the reef and take it back to shore

But before you leave, just turn your head and notice
That as if by magic
The piece you cut away has already regrown
Leaving the reef perfectly intact and whole again
As you make your way back to dry land

Back on the warm sand
You sit in the shade of a palm tree to examine your find
It feels light and spongelike in your hands
The central stem is strong but flexible and hollow
As are the two main arms that it branches into
As is each and every delicate tube that branches one from the other
Forming a complex and intricate mass

The sun falling on it through the coconut palms
Has made the coral warm, but it seems to retain all of its natural moisture
Although it colour is changing subtly
Becoming a very delicate pink in the sunlight

As the coral mass rests in your upturned hands now
Your palms begin to glow with a bright blue light
That you can see shining between the fibres of the coral
And the blue light seems to be sucked out of your hands
And into the very structure of the coral
Until the light is gone from your hands

Notice how the beautiful spongelike mass in your hands
Is now almost weightless
And glowing from inside itself with bright blue light
As if it were now actually made of light
You now hold the perfect template
For the perfect set of lungs
Made of pure light and life energy

So now physically move your hands onto your chest
Taking your light template for your perfect, healthy lungs
And allow them to drop into place
Feel them being welcomed and drawn inside you
Fitting perfectly into position
The perfect light template now becoming a real, physical structure
Becoming your perfect healthy, pink lungs

And if you had x-ray vision
You could see through your skin
Through the layers of fat and muscle and ribcage
Through into your chest cavity
You might see your healthy pink lungs
Glistening with life and light and energy
Each half of the intricate spongelike structure of tiny, clear tubes
Settled perfectly in position
Safely and firmly enclosing your heart
And resting on top of your diaphragm
Which rises and falls with the easy rhythm of your breathing

And each inbreath seems to rekindle the healing light inside
The blue glow at its most intense as it travels down the trachea
Splitting into the two main branches of the lungs
And radiating out and into each and every tiny tube
Which glows blue for just a moment
Then returns to shining pink on the outbreath

Now notice once again the sound of those azure waves
And the seagull in the distance
And smell the sweetness of the tropical sea breeze
Softly rustling in the palms

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