Gemstone Glade is full of high pitched chatter today.

Rose quartz and amethyst crystal mice run amock: an eruption of lighthearted energy. Small bodies glowing with crystalline light. Their dance is one of hope. Squeaking softly, they unite tails in a prayer of peace. Peace from pain, release from fear. Their soprano song is for the children, the little people in pain everywhere, lying in their beds unable to sleep, crying for the day gone by.

Slowly, their song enters the minds of the restless children, a lullaby of hope. And one by one, the children fall asleep, waking in their dreams in Gemstone Glade, playing with the mice. All their tomorrows fade as the pleasure of the moment wins.

All is still in Gemstone Glade. Silent snow falls like a promise of a better tomorrow.

Bells ring, a song of merriment dancing with the snowflakes. Then he is here. A sleigh softly careers in to the glade, pulled by two large reindeer, their antlers glowing with red light. A large man in a red cloak jumps out, smiling. “Here at last!” he sighs. Father Christmas sits at the edge of the fountain, and places his hands in the water. His smile grows wider.

“I can feel my strength returning!” he chortles. “This is indeed the nectar of life.” He drinks water from his hands, as his cheeks glow red.

The reindeer approach the fountain, bending their heads and drinking deeply. Their eyes sparkle as water magic sets fire to their hearts.

“Time to go!” Father Christmas rubs his hands. “There are more children waiting for us. But after this, we are ready for anything!”

He mounts the sleigh, and they fly off in to the starry night.

It continues to snow. All is at peace once more in Gemstone Glade.

All was still in Gemstone Glade, an expectant hush waiting for that silver-tinted surprise.

There were many surprises in Gemstone Glade. Today, slowly, silently, the image of a giant musical note descended from the sky, silver and sparkling, bold and beautiful.

It hung suspended. The silence softly ended as a keen music grew louder. Soothing and stimulating at once, it was the music of stars, the melody of a moon, deep and indescribable.

Fairies began to fly in to the glade, dancing and laughing in time to the music. As the music filled their souls, they began to grow, then split in two, as new fairies were instantly created, the children of stars.

The fairies continued to dance, the melody stealing their memories as a fresh future unfurled for them and their twins. The music healed them of all their cares. A real fairy party had claimed the glade. The future was theirs, a dance hall where all their dreams split like them in two, and created a better reality.

A time to dream, a time to dance, it would never end.

All was still in Gemstone Glade. Leaves danced in a soundless wind, an air of tranquility hugging the glade in soft mittens of peace. Tree branches wove in to slow waltzes as a weak sun fell through them, painting in the air.

The trees had been waiting for this moment: the kiss of silence. Slowly, cautiously, their spirits stepped forth.

Shimmering forms of pale green light, lithesome figures of love, fifteen souls of pure nature. Welding their light together, they began a gentle dance. Hands reaching out, they moved between and around each other, each step perfectly calculated, each movement magical.

They came together, were still, rearranged and reordered, forming the word LOVE, as seen from above.

The life force of the glade, it was their time to play. So they danced on through the day, as mice and rabbits crept through the undergrowth to taste the magic.

Hours unspun in a delicious dance. At dusk, the tree spirits retreated back to their earthly homes, the physical trees of the glade. Leaves rustled in the night wind. All was still.

A giant silver snail slowly entered the glade, almost one metre high with eyes of steely wisdom. Her shell glowed with a rainbow of magic colours, green, blue, yellow and turquoise, all melting together and creating a healing aura around her.

At a snail’s patient pace she meandered towards a rose quartz column. A magic door appeared in the crystal, and the snail entered a mystic rose quartz world, bigger on the inside. She was in need of rose quartz healing, a bath of luscious light that peeled away all pain.

After a few minutes, Stephanie the Snail re-emerged in to daylight. Her shell was moving. Tiny rose quartz snails were birthing, some of them jumping off already in to the warm embrace of the glade. They were destined for Planet Earth, to heal its gardens and their wildlife, a rose quartz blanket of protective love.

Stephanie would return soon.

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Alvira, a pure white unicorn, softly enters the glade. It is many weeks since she has been here, but she likes to visit Gemstone Glade frequently because it is a special place with healing energy. Always when she comes, she performs her own unicorn blessing to add her little bit of magic to the glade.

She lowers her head at the fountain, and her horn meets the water. Immediately it begins to bubble, and a soft singing can be heard. The water fairies are dancing, rising from the water, green and blue sprites of colour.

Alvira then goes to each crystal in turn and blesses it. Finally she touches each tree that surrounds the glade. Leaves rustle happily in the wind.

Her work complete, she turns around and exits the glade as softly as she came.

The glade continues to sing.

Four child unicorns entered the glade, new souls full of sacred healing energy.

They each were a different colour, reflecting the essence of their soul. The pink unicorn vibrated to perfect love, a gentle energy that sparked from her magenta pink horn and wafted through the glade, settling softly within the waters of the fountain. The water shone with an inner light of magic. Pink mist floated above the ground.

The green unicorn embodied the strength of nature. As green stars shot from its horn, the trees in the glade began to sing in creative contentment. Within its soul was the key to new life and bountiful harvests. It was a song for a love-laced future, a timeless melody of peace and happiness.

Inner joy emanated from the yellow unicorn. Gentle yellow energy suffused the glade with a spring sun warmth and the peace of happiness.

Last of all, the glowing silver unicorn embodied all the sacred healing of the Universe. Fairy magic sparkled in its horn, while its eyes spoke of other universes.

Together the four unicorns circled Gemstone Glade, spreading their magic and their joy. The happiness in their hearts glowed for all to see, and the glade was blessed.

A vibrant rainbow forms over Gemstone Glade, bathing the fountain in pastel light. Silver steps form beneath it, winding slowly up. Fairies play in the rainbow, singing a song of tomorrow. The rainbow slowly grows bigger, until it fills the whole glade. The fairies dance in and around the colours, breathing in the light with joy. The crystals in the glade begin to hum.

Two giant ladybirds flutter in to the glade, and merge with the rainbow, their wings turning in to a kaleidoscope of joy. Then come the bees, buzzing in a soft lullaby. They dance within the colours of the rainbow.

A small crystalline being enters the glade, Amethyst Anne, radiant in glowing violet. She climbs the silver stairs, and disappears above the rainbow.

All is beautiful, and all is at peace.

The rose quartz crystals in the corners of Gemstone Glade are humming, a soft symphony of peace. The fountain quietly tinkles in accompaniment.

A cloud of leaves starts to whirl around each rose quartz statue. Out of the leaves there steps …

First corner: A tall green goddess of emerald crystal, golden eyes surveying the glade with gentle intelligence. She calls softly to …

Second corner: A metallic silver figure with black eyes and shining metal wings. This is the crystalline goddess of hematite crystal, master protector, a sacred guardian of the glade.

Third corner: A pink waif of pure rose quartz crystal, carrying a crystalline heart of rose quartz. She holds the sacred energy of love within the glade, keeping it pure.

Fourth corner: A snow white male figure with shining silver wings, the master healer and protector of the glade.

The four crystalline beings come together, holding hands and laughing, delighted to be freed of the confines of their rose quartz palaces for a short time. They dance, and leaves play with their feet.

The humming grows louder, and then stops as footsteps approach the glade. The crystalline beings retreat, vanishing in to the rose quartz columns.

All is at peace once more, as a lone travellor enters the glade. A tired looking elderly man in white robes, he limps across to one of the rose quartz pillars, sitting down as he strokes the stone.

A smile uplifts his wearied features, as the love and joy of rose quartz enters his soul.

The unicorns are gone, leaving a lullaby of pink mist in their wake, the residue of new birth energy.

The wind plays with the pine needles, and slowly a few fall softly to the ground.

The conception chemistry in the air has set fire to the day, as more pine needles fall. Little by little they change, extend and take on a new shape.

Fairies are being born, the sons and daughters of nature.

The transformed pine needles change colour, each different, pink, yellow, purple, green, blue and pure white.

They rise and, laughing, fly away.

But they will be back.