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Staircase Induction

Your eyes are closed, and your spirit is calm. Breathe slowly and deeply, and clear your mind.

Imagine a spiral staircase, surrounded by total blackness. You feel pulled to this staircase, and desire to explore it, knowing that it will lead you to new worlds. Begin to move toward it. See it coming closer, until suddenly you are at the top step. For as far as you can see, the staircase is covered in plush, red carpet. It spirals, deeper and deeper down. Begin walking down the staircase.

As you round the first curve, you see something painted on the carpet; the white number 1 clearly stands out against the red. Descend past this number, continuing deeper and deeper downwards, until you are now standing before the number 2. Continue past this, to the number three, and then four. Deeper and deeper down you go, past the number 5, then 6 . . . 7 . . . 8 . . . and 9. Continue on, until you finally reach the number ten. You are now in the crossroads of the physical and the ethereal realms. You are conscious of both worlds, and your body is calm and relaxed. Know that you are safe, and that if you wish to return to normal waking consciousness, then all you have to do is think about returning to it. You will immediately return to your normal state of mind. For now, you will detach your attention from the physical plane and focus entirely on the inner worlds.

The staircase ends in a dark hallway. The walls are close, and lit by burning torches that fling shadows across the hall. You do not feel afraid, and are filled with a strong feeling of protection. You know that you may return any time you wish, and are filled with confidence of your oncoming journey. You continue walking down the hallway. Ahead of you is a door, made of heavy oak.

Carving: Carved deeply into the wood is an image of a dolphin.

The dolphin is jumping gracefully from the sea. You run your hand over the smooth wood. It feels old.

You step over the doorway, into a world that is wet. You are standing upon a beach, staring into the huge body of water before you. The air is warm, but the wind has a bit of a chill to it. The air smells of the sea. The sun is beginning to set, but the gray clouds on
the horizon nearly block this from view. There are dolphins splashing and swimming in the distance. You step out, into the lukewarm water, until you’re up to your ankles. You take a few moments and watch the dolphins play.

[Pause to contemplate what you see] The dolphins
suddenly disappear beneath the surface of the water. Looking around, you realize that this is the land of the West, and you greet it, happily, as you
would an old friend. Your journey has brought you to the land of the element of Water, and you decide to take the next few moments to explore and meet the entities that reside here. Stay as long as you like.

[Pause once more to remember what you have learned] The time has come for you to be on your way home. You slowly begin making your way back to the door. It is as if you are being pulled, by some unseen force. The landscape is familiar to you, so you stroll casually along; taking one last good look at everything you have seen. You wave goodbye to all that you have seen, thanking them for what they have shared with you.

The doorway begins to loom before you, and you take one last glance behind you. The dolphins are back to bid you ado. You have visited the land of Autumn long enough. You know that if you ever wish to return, you may. You are always welcome here. With that thought in mind, you begin to walk toward the door. Taking one last fresh breath of the salty sea air, you cross the threshold of the door.

[Follow Staircase Grounding below to return home]

You are once again in the tight hallway. The torches have begun to burn down, and you know that time has passed. You feel the desire to return to your body and begin to anticipate your return. You close the door behind, taking one last look at the carvings of the dolphin upon the door, one more opportunity to run your hands over the smooth old wood. You begin moving down the hallway, heading for the staircase.

You quickly reach the staircase, with a huge white ten painted on the carpet. You begin walking up, past this number. You go past nine, and eight. The staircase curves upward, past seven, and then on around to six. Five . . . four. . . . Three . . . two. . . . And one. You are now in your normal state of waking consciousness. You remember what you have seen, and you can now take the next few moments to record these events in your mirror book.

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