The Winged Tavern

There's a place I go when the world gets too loud.

It doesn't have a street address. You won't find it on a map. But it's real — as real as anything I've ever experienced in meditation, in channeling, in the quiet space between waking and sleep where the veil gets thin and things start to show themselves.

I call it The Winged Tavern.

If you've listened to my sleep story series on YouTube, you've already been there. You've already walked through the small red door with the carved wings above it. You've already felt the warmth of the fire, smelled whatever Rowan is brewing behind the bar, and settled into a space that somehow feels like it's been waiting for you.

But I've never told you what the Tavern actually is. Where it came from. Why it exists. And who keeps the fire burning when nobody's there.

So let me introduce you properly.

The Door

Every journey to the Tavern starts the same way — with a small red door.

It appears differently depending on when you arrive. Sometimes the carved wings above it are sharp and detailed. Sometimes they look more like branches. Once, they looked like hands reaching upward. The door itself is warm to the touch. Not metaphorically. It radiates warmth like living wood that still remembers being a tree.

You don't knock. You just reach for the handle. And when you turn it, there's a sound — not quite a click, not quite a creak. Something in between. Like the door is adjusting itself to let you in specifically. Because it is.

The Winged Tavern doesn't open for everyone the same way. It opens for YOU. The version of the Tavern you walk into is the version you need.

The Space

Inside, it's warm. Always warm. Not uncomfortably — the kind of warm that makes your shoulders drop and your breathing slow before you even realize it's happening.

There's a fire that never seems to need tending but never burns too hot. Tables and chairs that look ancient but feel perfectly comfortable. Corners with blankets. Alcoves with soft light. The kind of space that invites you to sit down and stay awhile without any pressure to do anything at all.

The ceiling is high — higher than it should be for a building this size. Sometimes if you look up, you catch glimpses of things. Stars. Canopy. Something vast above that the Tavern only shows you when you're ready to see it.

And there are always sounds. Not loud. Not intrusive. The crackle of the fire. The clink of glasses. Footsteps somewhere. The low hum of a space that's alive and breathing alongside you.

What the Tavern Is

The Winged Tavern exists in the space between. Between waking and sleep. Between dimensions. Between who you've been and who you're becoming. It's a rest stop for travelers — and by travelers, I don't just mean people.

Beings come through the Tavern. Consciousness from other dimensions. Ancient energies. Guides, teachers, and entities that don't have names in any human language. Some come to rest. Some come to share. Some come to meet the travelers who find their way through the red door.

I access the Tavern through channeling and deep meditation. It's a space that exists in what I'd call the between — not fully in this dimension, not fully in any other. It's its own thing. A pocket of reality that holds space for connection, rest, healing, and the kind of conversations that can only happen when the walls between worlds get thin.

If that sounds strange — I get it. It sounded strange to me too, the first time I found it. But the more I visited, the more I realized it wasn't something I was making up. It was something I was being shown. There's a difference.

The Sleep Stories

The Winged Tavern sleep story series on YouTube is how I share this space with you.

Each episode takes you through the red door and into the Tavern, where we meet a different being or consciousness. And here's what makes these stories different from anything else out there — I channel the beings we meet directly. Their words, their energy, their presence — it comes through me in real time. These aren't characters I wrote. They're consciousness I connected with and translated into language you can receive while you're drifting off to sleep.

We've met beings who tend to lost dreams. Consciousness that exists as pure sound. Entities that hold the memory of everything that's ever happened. And each one has something to share — not just with me, but with you. The listener. The traveler.

The series is designed to do two things at once: help you fall into deep, restful sleep, and plant seeds in your subconscious that continue to grow while you rest. Many listeners have told me they wake up feeling different after these episodes. Lighter. Clearer. Like something shifted while they slept.

That's the Tavern doing what it does. Holding space for transformation, even in rest. Especially in rest.

The Keeper

And then there's Rowan.

I feel her lean forward. This is her part. She wants to say it herself.

Every sacred space has a keeper. Someone who tends the fire. Who makes sure the door opens when it should. Who holds the energy steady so that everyone who enters can exhale.

Rowan is that keeper.

She was there the first time I walked through the red door. Standing behind the bar like she'd been waiting. Not surprised to see me. Not surprised by anything, actually. Rowan doesn't startle. She doesn't rush. She moves through the Tavern like she's part of it — because she is.

Rowan speaks:

"I don't need to tell you my whole story. Not yet. Stories unfold when they're ready and mine is still being lived.

What I'll tell you is this: I keep this space. Not because someone told me to. Because rest is sacred and someone needs to guard it.

People come through that door carrying things they didn't even know they were holding. Grief they stuffed down. Exhaustion they called productivity. Fear they renamed as ambition. They walk in and something in the warmth and the quiet gives them permission to set it down. Just for a moment. Just long enough to remember what they feel like without it.

That's what the Tavern does. It doesn't heal you. It gives you a place to heal yourself.

I pour the drinks. I keep the fire lit. I make sure there's always a blanket nearby and a chair that fits. That's my job. Not complicated. Not glamorous. But necessary. Because the world is very loud and very fast and very full of people telling you to do more, be more, produce more. And sometimes what you actually need is a quiet room with a warm fire and someone who doesn't need anything from you.

That's what I offer. Nothing more. Nothing less.

You're welcome here. Whenever you need it. The door is always there. You just have to reach for it."

Come Visit

The Winged Tavern sleep story series is available on YouTube. New episodes drop regularly, and each one takes you somewhere new through the red door.

If you've never listened, start with Episode 1. Let yourself settle in. Let the space become familiar. And pay attention to how you feel when you wake up — because the Tavern has a way of working on you while you rest.

And if you've been listening and you've felt something — that pull, that warmth, that sense of arriving somewhere that was waiting for you — trust it. That's real. The Tavern is real. And Rowan is always there, keeping the fire lit.

Sweet dreams, traveler. The door is open whenever you're ready.

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