Crystals of Kryon

Prologue

For millennia Padfield forest had been blessed with abundant life and energy. Dancing trees, with their roots firmly planted in the brown bowl of Mother Earth waved green leafy fingers on long wrinkled branches that stretched all the way up to the heavens. The rough bark that covered the trees served as a blanket to protect them from the elements, and the glittering river that flowed through the forest quenched the thirst of the gigantic trees and made sure that every plant, flower and creature had enough to drink.

Many marvellous animals lived in the forest, and it was said that the forest was enchanted with a magical whispering energy, rumoured to be the Secret Language of Trees, and that the trees sent messages to each other on the invisible waves of the wind. Translated many moons ago, their messages went something like this:

Which witch was wondering what would wither, without worrying why the world’s whisperers wilted, woefully wrong, wishing well-wishers wasted?

A huge paranoid tree whispered to a wee willow, who whispered back in anguish:

What, why, when, where? The loss of whispering ... the evil witches can and very soon will ...

Whispered the big worried whisperer again.

Wow! What will we want when whispers weaken?

The wee whisperer wooshed.

Wizards, not witches, the big tree swooshed.

Then a gentle mist settled in the forest and the whispering woodland became silent, unable to communicate in the damp atmosphere. But the oldest and loftiest of all the trees (rumoured to be three thousand and thirty-two centuries in the shade), peered above the mist and murmured to himself: trust today’s trials and tribulations transpire to treat tree’s treasure troves.

And so, for many years the enchanted wind has been whispering and the trees have been whooshing to each other, not always making sense of what we would understand in our current-day language.

At the edge of the forest, on the south side of the sky, beneath a rainbow, behind a huge boulder, and protected by the golden rays of the sun, lay a hidden cave filled with shimmering crystals, glowing with an iridescent energy. No one had ever been into the cave except for the healing wizards who had learned magical methods of entry. They were also the only beings able to comprehend the silent energy-discussions in Padfield forest, and knew that if the evil witches could harness the energy, destruction would occur and the magical crystals would be lost forever.