Crystal Shade Episodes 01

but no one responded. The crystal music called and drew her further as it drew every other soul toward the unknown flow in the river.
    The music is calling and calming me. It whispers that my family is safe. I’m safe. All of us are safe. Always. Peace and harmony embrace me. I’m not afraid anymore. Mother is calling me, calling all of us. I’m her child, as all of us are. I was there before, where all of us are heading. Like all the souls in our fragile crystal universe, I was there at the creation of everything. I know that place. My soul was born there . The soul rejoiced as forgotten memories seeped in to fill her existence.
    That’s my home. I’m going home. Home. I know that every place she ever created is my home, because every place lies inside home. Strange, the soul meditated as she drifted along the river of souls. Around it floated millions of crystal tears, stars, projecting their multicolored light into the endless tapestry of the celestial garden, each told its story to the Creator. They all originated in the endless celestial crystal garden entombed within a large, faultless crystal; our Crystal Mother.
    Thousands of Soul Rivers all around the crystal garden flowed into and out of the large, faultless crystal that sang them onward with its crystal voice to call her children home. The multicolored soul river streamed toward her, as thousands more left the crystal and headed back toward the crystal tears from which they'd sprung. It was like a large cosmic carousel that worked for eternity. The lonely soul felt that many of them were full of love, peace, and happiness, even disappointment while others were fuelled by hate and anger, but they also respected each other. Then as they approached the center of the faultless crystal, their souls calmed.
    They had arrived.
    I was here at the creation that started everything, but I forgot how it happened. I have only blurry memory fragments that flash in from time to time. I know I don't need to force my own soul to remember, because she is telling me everything. I’m not hearing her voice, and yet I am. It’s an angelic echoing in my mind while the calm crystal music plays. Mother is not using words. The crystal music is her beautiful voice.
    As the river of souls flowed into the Crystal Mother, the river separated. The light colored, peaceful souls split off to head toward the top point of the spirit crystal, while the dark, angry souls drifted down the lower flow that lead to her bottom point. As the lonely soul arrived to where the river separated, she stopped. Peace, joy and love echoed and called her from above. However, the soul also heard the painful screams far below, and feared that place.
    Something stopped her. She felt that she did not belong to either of those places. The music called her existence to the center, which ended in a great bright light.
    Mother is proud of us, all of us. But she tells this only to me. She has chosen me. I feel it. I’m the child that mother is proud of. But why?
    The lonely soul felt her mother’s invisible spirit arms draw it out from the mass of souls. She felt that the other souls watched her and they, all of them, were proud and respected her being.
    Mother, thought the soul in divine happiness as she arrived home. Embraced by love and tenderness, the mother soothed her existence. They had time. They were together. Mother was glad to see her child.
    Please, tell your story, the soul whispered to her mother.
    The lone soul felt her mother’s happiness and pride. Not many of her children wanted to hear her story. The others wanted to go home after their long journey. They wanted to rest. Her curious little one was home with her and wanted to hear her story.
    Everything is coming back as she shows and reminds me how she created everything, how everything had started.
    Mother’s crystal voice slowly shaped words within the lone soul as if it were her own inner thoughts.
    Mother felt alone in the emptiness that surrounded her. The others left her a long time ago. She was a fragile soul, a lonely bright light in the night. Mother was a mother by nature; it was for her to create. And she did. She created souls who would be able to understand her. She wanted to nurture and love souls as a mother. These new souls were her little children. She had created her first two souls as opposites. They loved and cared for each other as the greatest souls for a long time. Mother was proud and love filled her heart every