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I am sitting in a garden. It is overgrown and abandoned. The stone floor beneath me feels cold and rough. I stand up and look around me. I am in the ruins of a large old house. The house feels forlorn and sad. I wonder about the people who lived here and why it was left to decay.
Slowly I begin to walk along a pathway careful not to trip over the foliage. Two rays of light; one gold and one violet guide my path. Soon I reach a small clearing and the gold and violet materialise into yellow and purple iris which surround a small man made pond. There is a little wall round the edge of the pond and I sit down. I expect the pond to be dark and full of slime but the water is fresh and clean and pure white water lilies float on its surface.
The sun is shining down on the surface of the pond making the lilies glisten.
Momentarily I am blinded by the light and as 1 look again I see one huge water lily floating on the pond. Its like a soft comfy mattress. I feel sleepy and I sink down onto it, I feel weightless as my mattress floats on the surface of the pond.
I awake with a start. The sun has disappeared and the trees are casting dark shadows. How long have I slept? I see a dark animal like shape coming towards the water and I am afraid. The moon comes out and shines its light on the head of a reindeer bending to drink. She looks up and our eyes meet, 'I am one of Santa’s reindeer she says. It’s Christmas Eve. Climb on my back and come on a journey.'
I find myself astride her back and soon we are flying high in the sky. 'Do you really leave presents for all the children?' I ask. She shakes her head. 'The parents provide the presents but we bless them and sprinkle them with fairy dust. '
Together we visit many houses with brightly wrapped presents under Christmas trees of all sizes. At last we come to a small cottage. There is no tree and no presents. My guide shakes her head sadly In a little bed in the corner sleeps a little girl with a smile on her face as though she is dreaming of Christmas.
'I can help' I cry 'I have money I can buy her some presents.' My guide shakes her head again. 'You haven't any money here' she says. I finger a rose quartz heart on a chain round my neck. 'Could I just leave this?' I ask humbly. No you can't', replies the reindeer' We can only watch we mustn't interfere but your love and compassion helps' She gives a blessing and sprinkles some dust and signals that we must leave.
Soon we return to the pond I climb off her back. I embrace her and thank her for taking me on such a wonderful journey.
I walk back through the garden. I can see a light shining in the darkness. It seems to come from the derelict house. As I get nearer I see that the house is derelict no longer. It has been restored to its former glory. Lights shine at all the windows and from inside I hear, 'Hark The Herald Angels Sing'.
Then I am inside the house. A rich Victorian family are standing round a lady playing the piano. I focus on a little girl about the same age as the one living at the cottage. But this little girl is dressed in rich clothes and the pile of presents waiting for her to open in the morning is huge. She is fingering something at her throat. It is a rose quartz pendant. I put my hand to my throat my pendant is missing. 'I wanted to give it to a poor child I cry not to a rich one.' The little girl turns and smiles at me; there is knowledge and wisdom in her eyes.
The scene changes to the cottage. The poor child is sitting up in bed her eyes shining with excitement and she is holding a rose quartz pendant. 'I knew Santa Claus was real' she says.
I hear a voice saying 'all God's children rich or poor old or young are worthy of His love.'
The scene fades and I am sitting once more in the ruins of the old house but now it feels mellow as though its store of rich memories brings it contentment. Slowly I get up to walk out of the garden. I put my hand to my throat and feel my rose quartz pendant. I too am worthy of God’s love.
Barbara Barnett is a crystal therapist and reiki master. She is also a student of kabbalah psychosynthesis and meditation and has had articles published in several magazines.
I am sitting in a garden.It is overgrown and abandoned. the stone floor beneath me feels cold and rough. I stand up and look around me. I am in the ruins of a large old house. the house feels forlorn and sad. I wonder about the people who lived here and why it was left to decay.