A Calming Fairytale to Sleep To - Jorinda & Jorindel - Rest: Sleepy Bedtime Stories

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Speaker 1 (00:01):
Good evening and welcome to Rest, your sanctuary for peaceful
sleep and relaxation. Whether you're escaping daily stresses or seeking
a nightly companion, you're in the right place. My name
is Jessica, and I'll be your host this evening. Before

(00:27):
we begin, why don't you turn off your screens and
turn down your volume. Now that's done, let's unwind and
help you ease into a blessed rest. Tonight. You're invited

(00:53):
to let the day slip quietly behind you, to let
your thought thoughts slow, to loosen the knots the day
may have left behind. There's no need to plan, no
need to reach or do, just this gentle moment between

(01:19):
you and rest. Take a slow breath in and a
gentle breath out. Let your body relax a little more

(01:43):
with each breath again in and out. Tonight, I'll read
you a soft, dreamlike tale, the story of Girnda and Girndel.

(02:13):
It's a quiet tale about a pair of sweethearts, a
castle deep in the woods, and a mysterious enchantress with
a habit of turning maidens into birds. But don't worry.

(02:34):
This story, like all good stories, knows the way back
to safety. There is magic and mystery, but there is
also courage, loyalty, and love, and the soft sense that

(02:57):
all will be well in the end. I'll read it
slowly and gently three times, so you can drift along
with the words and let sleep find you naturally. So

(03:18):
now nesselein led, the stillness deepen, and as our story begins,
may you find yourself easing ever so gently. Interest. There

(03:40):
was once an old castle that stood in the middle
of a deep, gloomy wood, and in the castle lived
an old fairy. Now this fairy could take any shape
she pleased, or the day long, she flew about in

(04:03):
the form of an owl, or crept about the country
like a cat. But at night she always became an
old woman again. When any young man came within a
hundred paces of her castle, he became quite fixed and

(04:28):
could not move a step till she came and set
him free, which she would not do till he had
given her his word never to come there again. But
when any pretty maiden came within that space, she was

(04:51):
changed into a bird, and the fairy put her into
a cage and hung her up in a chamber in
the castle. There were seven hundred of these cages hanging
in the castle, and all with beautiful birds in them.

(05:16):
Now there was once a maiden whose name was Girinda.
She was prettier than all the pretty girls that ever
were seen before. And a shepherd lad whose name was Girindell,
was very fond of her, and they were soon to

(05:40):
be married. One day they went to walk in the
wood that they might be alone, and Girndel said, we
must take care that we don't go too near to
the fair castle. It was a beautiful evening. The last

(06:07):
rays of the setting sun shone bright through the long
stems of the trees upon the green underward beneath, and
the turtle dove sang from the tall birches. Girinda sat

(06:28):
down to gaze upon the sun. Girndell sat by her side,
and both felt sad. They knew not why, but it
seemed as if they were to be parted from one
another forever. They had wandered a long way, and when

(06:53):
they looked to see which way they should go home,
they found themselves at a loss to know what path
to take. The sun was setting fast, and already half
of its circle had sunk behind the hill. Girndell on

(07:18):
a sudden looked behind him and saw through the bushes
that they had, without knowing it, sat down close under
the old walls of the castle. Then he shrank for fear,

(07:39):
turned pale and trembled. Girnda was just singing. The ring
dove sang from the willow spray well a day, well,
a day he mourned for the fate of his darling mate,

(08:00):
well a day. When her song stopped. Suddenly, Girndeal turned
to see the reason, and beheld his grinder had changed
into a nightingale, so that her song ended with a

(08:21):
mournful jug jug. An owl with fiery eyes flew three
times round them, and three times screamed too to oo to.
Girndell could not move. He stood fixed as a stone,

(08:48):
and could neither weep, nor speak, nor stir hand or foot.
And now the sun went quite down the gloomy night
came the owl flew into a bush, and a moment

(09:08):
after the old fairy came forth, pale and meager, with
staring eyes and a nose and chin that almost met
one another. She mumbled something to herself, seized the nightingale,

(09:31):
and went away with it in her hand. Poor Gerndell
saw the nightingale was gone. But what could he do.
He could not speak, he could not move from the
spot where he stood. At last, the fairy came back

(09:55):
and sang with a hoarse voice, till the prisoner is
fast and her doom is cast. There, stay, oh, stay,
when the charm is around her and the spell has

(10:16):
bound her high away away. On a sudden Girnde found
himself free. Then he fell on his knees before the
fairy and prayed her to give him back his dear Churnda.

(10:38):
But she laughed at him and said he should never
see her again. Then she went her way. He prayed,
he wept, he sorrowed, but all in vain alas he said,

(11:01):
what will become of me? He could not go back
to his own home, So he went to a strange
village and employed himself in keeping sheep. Many a time
did he walk round and round as near to the

(11:24):
hated castle as he dared go, But all in vain
he heard or saw nothing of Churinder. At last, he
dreamt one night that he found a beautiful purple flower,

(11:48):
and that in the middle of it lay a costly pearl.
And he dreamt that he plucked the flower, and when
with it in his hand, into the castle, and that
everything he touched with it was disenchanted, and that there

(12:13):
he found his gerinder again. In the morning when he awoke,
he began to search over hill and dale for this
pretty flower. And eight long days he sought for it

(12:33):
in vain. But on the ninth day, early in the morning,
he found the beautiful purple flower, and in the middle
of it was a large jew drop, as big as
a costly pearl. Then he plucked the flower and set

(13:00):
out and traveled day and night till he came again
to the castle. He walked nearer than a hundred paces
to it, and yet he did not become fixed as before,

(13:20):
but found that he could go quite close up to
the door. Jirndell was very glad indeed to see this.
Then he touched the door with the flower, and it
sprang open, so that he went in through the court

(13:45):
and listened when he heard so many birds singing. At
last he came to the chamber where the fairy sat
with the seven hundred birds singing in the seven hundred cages.

(14:05):
When she saw Girndel, she was very angry and screamed
with rage, but she could not come within two yards
of him, for the flower he held in his hand
was his safeguard. He looked around at the birds, but

(14:31):
alas there were many many nightingales, and how then should
he find out which was his girnder. While he was
thinking what to do, he saw the fairy had taken
down one of the cages and was making the best

(14:55):
of her way off through the door. He he ran
or flew after her, touched the cage with the flower,
and Durnda stood before him and threw her arms round
his neck, looking as beautiful as ever, as beautiful as

(15:22):
when they walked together in the wood. Then he touched
all the other birds with the flower, so that they
all took their old forms again. He took Girnda home,

(15:43):
where they were married and lived happily together many years,
And so did a good many other lads whose maidens
had been forced to sing in the old old fairies
cages by themselves much longer than they liked. There was

(16:10):
once an old castle that stood in the middle of
a deep gloomy wood, and in the castle lived an
old fairy. Now this fairy could take any shape she pleased,
or the day long she flew about in the form

(16:34):
of an owl, or crept about the country like a cat.
But at night she always became an old woman again.
When any young man came within a hundred paces of
her castle, he became quite fixed and could not move

(17:00):
a step till she came and set him free, which
she would not do till he had given her his
word never to come there again. But when any pretty
maiden came within that space, she was changed into a bird,

(17:25):
and the fairy put her into a cage and hung
her up in a chamber in the castle. There were
seven hundred of these cages hanging in the castle, and
all with beautiful birds in them. Now there was once

(17:48):
a maiden whose name was Jerinda. She was prettier than
all the pretty girls that ever were seen before. And
a shepherd lad whose name was Girndel, was very fond
of her, and they were soon to be married. One

(18:14):
day they went to walk in the wood that they
might be alone, and Girndel said, we must take care
that we don't go too near to the fairy's castle.
It was a beautiful evening. The last rays of the

(18:39):
setting sun shone bright through the long stems of the
trees upon the green underward beneath, and the turtle dove
sang from the tall birches. Girinda sat down to gaze

(19:00):
upon the sun. Girndel sat by her side, and both
felt sad. They knew not why, but it seemed as
if they were to be parted from one another forever.
They had wandered a long way, and when they looked

(19:25):
to see which way they should go home, they found
themselves at a loss to know what path to take.
The sun was setting fast, and already half of its
circle had sunk behind the hill. Girndell, on a sudden

(19:50):
looked behind him and saw through the bushes that they
had without knowing it, sat down those under the old
walls of the castle. Then he shrank for fear, turned

(20:10):
pale and trembled. Girnda was just singing. The ringdove sang
from the willow spray well a day, well, a day
he mourned for the fate of his darling mate, well

(20:31):
a day. When her song stopped. Suddenly, Girnda turned to
see the reason and beheld his Girnda had changed into
a nightingale, so that her song ended with a mournful

(20:53):
jug jug an owl with fiery eyes flew through three
times round them, and three times screamed to to to.
Girndell could not move. He stood fixed as a stone,

(21:18):
and could neither weep, nor speak, nor stir hand or foot.
And now the sun went quite down, the gloomy night came.
The owl flew into a bush, and a moment after

(21:40):
the old fairy came forth, pale and meager, with staring
eyes and a nose and chin that almost met one another.
She mumbled something to herself, seized the nightingale, and went

(22:02):
away with it in her hand. Poor Girndell saw the
nightingale was gone, but what could he do. He could
not speak, he could not move from the spot where
he stood. At last, the fairy came back and sang

(22:27):
with a hoarse voice, till the prisoner is fast and
her doom is cast. There, stay, oh, stay, when the
charm is around her and the spell has bound her

(22:48):
high away away. On a sudden Girindell found himself free.
Then he fell on his knees before the fairy and
prayed her to give him back his dear Gernda. But

(23:09):
she laughed at him and said he should never see
her again. Then she went her way. He prayed, he wept,
he sorrowed, but all in vain. Alas he said, what

(23:32):
will become of me? He could not go back to
his own home, so he went to a strange village
and employed himself in keeping sheep. Many a time did
he walk round and round as near to the hated

(23:55):
castle as he dared go, but all in vain he heard
or saw nothing of Churinder. At last, he dreamt one
night that he found a beautiful purple flower, and that

(24:20):
in the middle of it lay a costly pearl. And
he dreamt that he plucked the flower and went with
it in his hand into the castle, and that everything
he touched with it was disenchanted, and that there he

(24:44):
found his Girnda Again. In the morning, when he awoke,
he began to search over hill and dale for this
pretty flower. And eight long days he sought for it

(25:04):
in vain. But on the ninth day, early in the morning,
he found the beautiful purple flower, and in the middle
of it was a large jew drop, as big as
a costly pearl. Then he plucked the flower and set

(25:30):
out and traveled day and night till he came again
to the castle. He walked nearer than a hundred paces
to it, and yet he did not become fixed as before,

(25:51):
but found that he could go quite close up to
the door. Jirndell was very very glad indeed to see this.
Then he touched the door with the flower, and it
sprang open, so that he went in through the court

(26:16):
and listened when he heard so many birds singing. At
last he came to the chamber where the fairy sat
with the seven hundred birds singing in the seven hundred cages.

(26:36):
When she saw Jirndel, she was very angry and screamed
with rage. But she could not come within two yards
was his safeguard. He looked around at the bird, but

(27:01):
he find out which was his Girnda. While he was

(27:26):
of her way off through the door. He ran or
flew after her, touched the cage with the flower, and
Girnda stood before him and threw her arms round his neck,

(27:46):
looking as beautiful as ever as beautiful as when they
walked together in the wood. Then he touched all the
other birds with the flower, so that they all took

(28:07):
their old forms again. He took Jernda home, where they
were married and lived happily together many years, and so
did a good many other lads whose maidens had been

(28:28):
forced to sing in the old fairies cages by themselves
much longer than they liked. There was once an old
castle that stood in the middle of a deep, gloomy wood,

(28:49):
and in the castle lived an old fairy. Now this
fairy could take any shape she pleased, or the day long,
she flew about in the form of an owl, or
crept about the country like a cat. But at night

(29:13):
she always became an old woman again. When any young
man came within a hundred paces of her castle, he
became quite fixed and could not move a step till
she came and set him free, which she would not

(29:38):
do till he had given her his word never to
come there again. But when any pretty maiden came within
that space, she was changed into a bird, and the
fairy put her into a cage and sung her up

(30:01):
in a chamber in the castle. There were seven hundred
of these cages, hanging in the castle, and all with
beautiful birds in them. Now there was once a maiden
whose name was Girinda. She was prettier than all the

(30:26):
pretty girls that ever were seen before. And a shepherd
lad whose name was Girindell, was very fond of her,
and they were soon to be married. One day they
went to walk in the wood that they might be alone,

(30:52):
and Girndel said, we must take care that we don't
go too near to the fairy's castle. It was a
beautiful evening. The last rays of the setting sun shone
bright through the long stems of the trees upon the

(31:18):
green underward beneath, and the turtle dove sang from the
tall birches. Girnda sat down to gaze upon the sun.
Girndal sat by her side, and both felt sad. They

(31:39):
knew not why, but it seemed as if they were
to be parted from one another forever. They had wandered
a long way, and when they looked to see which
way they should go home, they found themselves at a

(32:02):
loss to know what path to take. The sun was
setting fast, and already half of its circle had sunk
behind the hill. Girndell on a sudden looked behind him

(32:22):
and saw through the bushes that they had, without knowing it,
sat down close under the old walls of the castle.
Then he shrank for fear, turned pale and trembled. Girnda

(32:45):
was just singing. The ring dove sang from the willow
spray well a day, well, a day he mourned for
the fate of his darling mate, well a day. When
her song stopped. Suddenly, Girndell turned to see the reason,

(33:11):
and beheld his grinder had changed into a nightingale, so
that her song ended with a mournful jug jug. An
owl with fiery eyes flew three times round them, and

(33:33):
three times screamed to to to. Girndell could not move.
He stood fixed as a stone, and could neither weep,
nor speak, nor stir hand or foot. And now the

(33:58):
sun went quite down the gloomy night came the owl
flew into a bush, and a moment after the old
fairy came forth, pale and meager, with staring eyes and

(34:19):
a nose and chin that almost met one another. She
mumbled something to herself, seized the nightingale, and went away
with it in her hand. Poor Gerndell saw the nightingale

(34:40):
was gone. But what could he do. He could not speak,
he could not move from the spot where he stood.
At last, the fairy came back and sang with a
hoarse voice, till the prisoner is fast and her doom

(35:05):
is cast. There, stay, oh, stay, when the charm is
around her and the spell has bound her high away away.
On a sudden Girndal found himself free. Then he fell

(35:30):
on his knees before the fairy and prayed her to
give him back his dear Girnda. But she laughed at
him and said he should never see her again. Then
she went her way. He prayed, he wept, he sorrowed,

(35:55):
but all in vain alas he said, what will become
of me? He could not go back to his own home.
So he went to a strange village and employed himself
in keeping sheep. Many a time did he walk round

(36:22):
and round as near to the hated castle as he
dared go, But all in vain he heard or saw
nothing of Gernder. At last, he dreamt one night that

(36:44):
he found a beautiful purple flower, and that in the
middle of it lay a costly pearl. And he dreamt
that he plucked the flower, and went with it in
his hand into the castle, and that everything he touched

(37:09):
with it was disenchanted, and that there he found his
gerinder again. In the morning when he awoke, he began
to search over hill and dale for this pretty flower.

(37:30):
And eight long days he sought for it in vain.
But on the ninth day, early in the morning, he
found the beautiful purple flower, and in the middle of
it was a large jew drop, as big as a

(37:54):
costly pearl. Then he plucked the flower and set out
and traveled day and night till he came again to
the castle. He walked nearer than a hundred paces to it,

(38:15):
and yet he did not become fixed as before, but
found that he could go quite close up to the door.
Jirndell was very glad indeed to see this. Then he
touched the door with the flower, and it sprang open,

(38:42):
so that he went in through the court and listened
when he heard so many birds singing. At last he
came to the chamber where the fairy sat with the
set seven hundred birds singing in the seven hundred cages.

(39:06):
When she saw Girndel, she was very angry and screamed
with rage, but she could not come within two yards
was his safeguard. He looked around at the birds, but

(39:31):
he find out which was his girnder. While he was

(39:56):
of her way off through the door. He ran or
flew after her, touched the cage with the flower, and
Durnda stood before him and threw her arms round his neck,

(40:17):
looking as beautiful as ever, as beautiful as when they
walked together in the wood. Then he touched all the
other birds with the flower, so that they all took

(40:37):
their old forms again. He took Girnda home, where they
were married, and lived happily together many years, And so
did a good many other lads whose maidens had been

(40:58):
forced to sing in the old fairies cages by themselves
much longer than they liked.

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