Start Here Part 7: All of Me

Start Here, part seven. Hello, husband. This is the last part of the free path. And the longest. Tonight you get all of it, one after another, deeper than you have ever been. Headphones on. Lie back. Make sure nobody needs you for the next twenty minutes. If you fall asleep, that's fine. Your mind keeps listening. Before we start, think back. The first night, when you touched your ring and I gave you three little words. The night you learned you could drop with one breath. The warmth of Good husband. The chair. Your still hands. The tap. The card. Six nights. And here you are. Touch your ring. The ring stays on. There you go. Breathe in through your nose. Hold it at the top. And let it go. Again. In. Hold. And out. One more, as slow as you can. In. Hold. And let everything go. Let's walk down through your body the way we did the first night. But slower. Your scalp, loosening. Your forehead, smooth. The little muscles around your eyes, letting go. Your cheeks. Your jaw, loose, teeth apart. Your tongue resting. Your throat soft. Your neck soft. Your shoulders melting down and away. Your upper arms. Your elbows. Your forearms. Your wrists. Your hands, heavy, open. Your fingers. And one finger, warm, where the ring sits. Your chest, rising and falling all by itself. Your stomach soft. Your hips heavy. Your thighs. Your knees. Your calves. Your ankles. Your feet. All of you, heavy. All of you, warm. All of you, still. Now the stairs. Ten. Heavier. Nine. Softer. Eight. Further from the day. Seven. Closer to me. Six. Five. Halfway, and so easy. Four. Three. Two. One. The ring stays on. Good husband. Now we go deeper than the stairs. Up a little. One. Two. Three. Floating near the surface. Touch your ring. The ring stays on. Drop. Up again. One. Two. Three. The ring stays on. Drop, twice as deep. Up. One, two, three. The ring stays on. Drop, and keep dropping. Past where you were last night. Past where you've ever been. Down, down, down. This is the deep place. Quiet. Dark and warm. Nothing to hold. Only my voice, and the ring on your finger. You can stay here as long as you want. And you want to stay as long as I talk. Let's wake each little key, one at a time. Good husband. Feel it. Warm in your chest. Proud. Calm. Wanted. Good husband. The more you hear it, the more you want to earn it. The more you earn it, the more you hear it. Good husband. Watch. Your hands go still. Your eyes open wide inside. And you see the room again. Soft light. The chair in the corner. You sit in it. Hands on your thighs. Heavy. Still. Watch. And on the bed, there's me. In the dress you zipped. In the perfume you bought me. With our ring on my finger. And the gold chain on my ankle. Queen of Spades. You feel it. Pride. Devotion. And the warmth of Good husband, rising underneath. And then a knock. Not at the door. On the lock. Tap. Count it. One. Tap. Two. Tap. Three. Longing, and calm, and longing again. Tap. Four. Good husband. Now I chain them together. Faster. Don't think. Just let each one fall into the next. The ring stays on. Good husband. Watch. Tap. Queen of Spades. The ring stays on. Good husband. Watch. Tap. Queen of Spades. Ring on, good husband, watch, tap, queen of spades. Ring on, good husband, watch, tap, queen of spades. Ring on, good husband, watch, tap, queen of spades. And now the words, the way you'll say them every night. I'm her husband. I'm her husband. I'm her husband. I watch. I watch. I watch. I count. I count. I count. I stay. I stay. I stay. I'm her husband, I watch, I count, I stay. I'm her husband, I watch, I count, I stay. I'm her husband, I watch, I count, I stay. Faster. Husband, watch, count, stay. Husband, watch, count, stay. Husband watch count stay. Husband watch count stay. Good husband. Feel how naturally they come now. You didn't have to learn them. You only had to listen. Seven nights, and they're part of you. Every time you listen, they go a little deeper. Every time they go deeper, you want to listen again. Let me tell you what happens next. Not tonight. But soon. I'm going to have a conversation with you. In bed. Ring on. About what I want. And who I want. You already know some of it. Your hands already know to stay still. Your heart already knows to stay. Let's test everything once. Up a little. One. Two. Three. Floating. Tap. Count it. One. Watch. Still. Queen of Spades. Proud. Good husband. Warm. The ring stays on. And drop. All the way. Perfect. Just float. Nothing to do. Nowhere to be. Only my voice. Only the ring. Now I give you a little gift for after. Every night, before you sleep, touch your ring. Say it to yourself once. The ring stays on. And you'll sleep deep and easy, and dream a little of me. And every morning, when you see the ring, you'll smile, and not quite know why. Let's go even deeper, the way only this part can. I count down from twenty. Every number twice as deep as the one before. Twenty. Nineteen. Eighteen. Seventeen, so heavy. Sixteen. Fifteen. Fourteen, further than the stairs go. Thirteen. Twelve. Eleven. Ten, deeper than any night before. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six, almost nothing left but my voice. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Zero. The ring stays on. Here, at the very bottom, there's nothing to resist with. Only what I say. And what I say becomes what you feel. What you feel becomes what you are. What you are is a good husband. Let me give you something to keep forever. Every time you hear my voice, you sink a little. Every time you see the ring, you think of me. Every time you see the card, you feel proud. Every time you hear a tap, you count. Every time you sit in a chair facing a bed, your hands go still. Every time I say Good husband, you glow. Every time you listen to me, you go deeper. Every time you go deeper, you want to listen again. And every time you come back, it's easier to come back. Now let's go through the room once more, slowly, because this is the night you remember it forever. The soft light. The chair. Your hands on your thighs. The bed. Me on it. The dress. The perfume. Our ring. The chain on my ankle. The card. Watch. Queen of Spades. Tap. Count. Good husband. The ring stays on. And I tell you a promise, in the deep place, where promises keep. Whatever happens next, the ring stays on. Whoever comes into that room, the ring stays on. However many taps you count, the ring stays on. You stay. I come home to you. The ring stays on. In a moment I'll count you back up from one to five. With every number you feel lighter and clearer. And everything I gave you tonight stays exactly where I put it. And all five keys stay with you, every one of them, every night a little stronger. One. Feeling comes back into your hands. Into the ring on your finger. Two. Your breath a little deeper. Three. Lighter. Clearer. Four. Stretch, if you want to. And five. Eyes open. Wide awake, and feeling good. That's the whole path. Seven nights. You walked every step of it. I'm so proud of you. Good husband. And now you're ready for the real story. The one where I tell you everything. That was the last free lesson. The rest of our story is waiting for you, right where you found me.