Mulan · The Original Ballad · 3 Hour Sleep Story to Fall Asleep
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The voice you hear is the creator's own. He cloned it from recordings of his own voice, so every story is told in his voice. If you enjoy falling asleep to it, follow the show so each new story arrives on its own, and leave a rating on Apple Podcasts so other people can find it. Subscribing on YouTube helps the show grow, even if you only listen here: youtube.com/@TheSleepingAlmanac The Sleeping Almanac is also a shelf of books, bedtime stories to read and mythology coloring books: gildenmyth.com/books A slow, calm 3 hour storybook sleep story to help you fall asleep and stay asleep. Tonight the storyteller opens the old book to the Ballad of Mulan, the short poem from the Northern Wei dynasty that began the whole legend, told long and slow. A daughter at her loom hears the army lists calling her father's name, so she buys a horse at one market, a saddle at another, a bridle at a third, a long whip at the fourth, and rides north in his place. Twelve years she serves, and her comrades never know. When the emperor offers her any reward she can name, she asks only for a swift horse home, and the ballad closes with its famous gentle riddle, two hares running side by side through the grass. Settle in, close your eyes, and let it drift over you. The pacing is slow, the voice is soft, and the music never spikes. There is a war at the far edges of it, but it stays at the edges; the story keeps its eyes on the loom, the river, the mountain road, and the long ride home. There is nothing here to fear. You do not have to watch. You do not have to remember any of it in the morning. Episode 9 of 12 · The Storybook Season Where this sits: Part 9 of 12 in The Storybook Season, one storyteller, one lantern, and one complete famous tale each night, each told from its original source. Tonight, the daughter who rode twelve years in her father's place. Every episode stands on its own, and any night is a fine night to begin. Chapters: 0:00 Welcome 3:15 The Loom That Faced the Door 8:57 Twelve Scrolls of Paper 15:54 The Four Markets 26:22 The Yellow River Nights 34:53 The Horses of the Black Mountain 41:46 Ten Thousand Miles Like Flying 50:37 Twelve Winters, Twelve Springs 58:29 The Hall of Light 1:04:56 The Road Home 1:12:39 The Dress by the Window 1:20:18 The Two Hares 1:27:56 Goodnight. And the Lamp at the Edge of Morning Watch the illustrated version on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@TheSleepingAlmanac New episodes every Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday. 🕯 Sleep stories from history, Kingdoms at Dusk: https://kingdomsatdusk.com 📜 All our worlds: https://gildenmyth.com 🕊 Goddess sleep meditations, The Tender Hour: https://www.youtube.com/@TheTenderHourChannel 🌙 Join the almanac, first looks and the occasional quiet letter: https://gildenmyth.com This show uses AI tools (research, narration, visuals) under human editorial direction. Every episode is reviewed before release.
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