Heaven was all aflutter on the evening of September 10th 2016.
Angels were giddy with themselves, giving each other high fives. What brought about this celestial excitement? A special earthbound delivery was made to a very eager and mildly apprehensive, expectant couple.
The angels in charge of baby placement take their job very seriously. Day in and day out, baby orders are meticulously filled. However, on this particular morning, they received a special order stamped with the highest priority. Every generation or two, Heaven's BP team (baby placement) receive a special decree, instructing them to send a Keeper of the Crystal, when earthlings are adrift.
A Keeper of the Crystal is someone that has been specifically chosen by the BP elders, to carry a rare and magical crystal to earth. The couriers considered for this assignment must go through a rigorous selection process, ultimately chosen for their unfolding bravery and wisdom. Their task is not only to carry the crystal to earth, but to share its ancient and vital story.
As the present Keeper of the Crystal, allow me to pass along its story:
Many moons ago, in a kingdom far, far away, there lived a dashing young prince. His home was an imposing Medieval castle, nestled on the glistening banks of the mighty Alpenzee river, in the kingdom of Jord. The castle's soaring towers overlooked the lush, rolling pastures, that were the prince's playground.
Our spirited prince was adored by all, especially by his menagerie of animals, all gifts from his doting parents. His furry clan included; Thor the hamster, Bromley a Potbellied pig, Durango a Shetland pony, and his cherished Newfoundland, Max. He spent his days with his roaming band of pets, immersed in the curiosity of the dense forest. The woods and its enchanted creatures fascinated him. Countless hours were spent tracking raccoons, garter snakes and anything else that slithered in the night. He scoured the palette of the forest floor, always on the lookout for freshly gnawed bark and the slimy trail of the reptile, leaving its glistening calling card. The woods were his domain.
One day, unexpectedly, a great fog descended upon his valley and cast the entire kingdom into darkness. This was the kind of suffocating fog that rolls in, taking up residence with no plans of budging. It had become the kingdom's obnoxious houseguest that just wouldn't leave. For weeks, the sun's light remained obscured by this haunting fog. The young prince was locked in its misty shadows and was sadly confined to his tower. Day after day, he longingly gazed out his window, cut off from his forest escapades. This stubborn fog seemed to put a sullen weight on the entire kingdom. His land became steeped in an unshakable sadness.
The simple pleasure of watching the sunlight dance upon on the rushing Alpenzee had disappeared. The morning dew on the rolling meadow no longer lit the grass with thousands of flickering reflections. The flowers that once gloriously trailed along the castle walls, now lowered their heads, weeping with sadness. Even our prince became cloaked in melancholy as he gazed out his window, transfixed in a palpable gloom. Hope of ever seeing his land bathed in light again, was slipping away.
Each day our prince patiently waited for the fog to lift. However, each day brought more of the slumbering haze. Slumped with despair, sitting in his tower window, a tear slowly rolled down his plump cheek. It dropped and came to rest upon a handsome sterling tray, that held his morning tea.
His beloved Newfoundland, Max, seeing his sadness, lumbered to his side. He greeted him with a nuzzle, as he slipped his velvety nose under his arm. The prince gazed into his chestnut eyes and became lost in his tender, twinkling reflection. Max knew the tickle of his fur, and a sloppy lick, would comfort him. There was nothing softer than the bridge of his nose, and nothing sweeter than his fragrant musk. The prince's spirits were immediately lightened. He grabbed his beast's massive head and buried his face in his thick luxurious coat. Max's tail thumped with delight, as a smile gradually appeared on the prince's innocent face.
As the two hugged, a single shaft of light miraculously pierced through the fog, slicing open the murk. The stream of light entered his bedroom window, illuminating his silver tray, bouncing iridescent light everywhere. Astounded by the display, the prince and Max began to leap with elation, as his bedroom became engulfed in a vortex of color. The pure joy of being with his gentle companion, saturated in a whirl of luminosity sent them both into a good-natured wrestle. Dizzy with excitement he plopped himself in his over-stuffed chair, bumping the table that held the sterling tray, knocking the source of the kaleidoscope to the floor.
The tear that had dropped from his eye and landed on his silver tray had magically been transformed into a beautiful multi-faceted crystal, casting light, and most importantly, hope of a new day. This enchanted crystal not only cast light into the darkness, but carried the essential lessons of promise and resilience.
Gradually, the fog that had descended upon his kingdom, gently released its grip, giving way to the long overdue, glorious light. The prince gathered his merry band of four-legged friends, scooped up the crystal, and set off to the forest for the first time in weeks. As they made their way through the grassy woodland, he became mesmerized by the flicker of light through the forest boughs, and the enchanted shadows it cast.
He paused under a great towering Oak, reached into his deep pocket and pulled out the magical crystal. Gazing into its cut planes, it was then he understood the wisdom of the crystal. He now had an awareness of the duality of life. It was the darkness that made him appreciate the light, and it was his sadness that gave way to his joy: two facets of the same crystal.
The moral of crystal is to embrace all facets of life, positive and negative, light and dark, and bitter and sweet; uniting both opposites is where wisdom resides
With that, Max let out a booming, yet playful bark, as the prince and his trusted companion jubilantly darted under the sun-streaked sky.
Jasper, I pass this story of the Crystal on to you. You are now its Keeper. It is your mission to share the wisdom of the Crystal with all you meet throughout your exhilarating journey.
Your forever sparkling Grandmama.
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