Another Original Fairytale by Vikki Anderson

It was a lovely summer’s day and the only thing interfering with the beauty of it was the constant bickering of one particular crystal which was outside soaking up the sun.

“Are we out in the sun again?” complained the Clear Quartz. “What is wrong with this woman; she puts us out here every weekend. Enough is enough.”

“You’re new here. You don’t know the drill. The sun energizes us. Remember, we are like batteries and must be recharged!” answered Hematite sternly.

“Oh, recharge this…” Clear Quartz bluntly responded.

“You know, this has to stop. You complain and complain and no one wants to be with you any longer. We’ve tried to be your friend. You are a visitor to our home and we’ve tried to treat you as one of us. As a Clear Quartz, you are supposed to help people by giving them strength, wisdom, positive thinking, protection, humor and ancient wisdom. You aren’t spreading too much wisdom now, you know.”

“Oh all you Hematites are alike…get grounded, get balanced. Is that all you ever think about? Do you like being rubbed and washed in salt water? Do you like being planted in the cold ground and then washed again and again. And what about that white sage? Did you ever smell anything so repulsive?”

“Hematites are for grounding. By this conversation, I wonder which one of us is grounded. Hmmm, that’s a hard one. Duh. We are supposed to balance mental, physical and spiritual energies and I’m stuck in a clear glass bowl in the sunlight with you. I never knew a crystal to be so negative. Maybe you should sit on a tourmaline!”

“Please children, I’m trying to absorb the sunlight and its wonderful energy,” replied the Tourmaline without any noticeable emotional response.

“Oh, Tourmaline, please, you’re just so cool cause no matter what others think or say to you, all negativity goes right back to the person or crystal giving it to you.”

“Precisely.”

“You know, Tourmaline, we Jades are good healers too. We don’t get too upset about what’s going on since we emanate strength, protection and luck, but what I like most about us is our wisdom and our attraction to money and contentment. That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t know. I’m just busy soaking up the rays.”

“Where did you hear that, from those hippies you live with?”

“Really, hippies? That went out in the sixties. I think that’s where you belong Clear Quartz.”

“Is it possible there are some fears or limitations in your psyche, Clear?”

“None at all, Fluorite.”

“Then why is it that you are so negative?”

“Because this is a stupid waste of time. I could be helping someone. I could be living in someone’s pocket or in their window, but noooooo, I’m out on a deck in the blazing summer sun doing nothing but getting a hot butt.”

“Well, hang around me long enough and your denial will be drawn out and your soul will be cleansed.”

“Oh, please. Give me a break.”

“Move next to me and rub up against my fairy floss and see what happens,” said the harmonious and loving Rose Quartz.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Just trying to help.”

“And you wouldn’t mind helping yourself a bit either, huh?”

“We’re supposed to be helpful.”

“What is your real concern, Clear?” asked the Amethyst who just stood in the background through this whole conversation.

“I belonged to a little 3 year old boy named Connor. He was blind and I loved him very much. He used to carry me in his pocket and put me under his pillow at night. He would talk with me all of the time. I was important to him. I just don’t know what he’s doing without me.”

“How did he lose you?”

“They went on a picnic a few weeks ago and he tripped as he was playing with his mother. I went flying of out of his pocket and into the woods. He told his mother I was gone and they looked for me, but they gave up after a little while when it started to rain. I never saw him again and I should be there to help him. I shouldn’t be here living in a bowl with a bunch of misfits!”

Ignoring his emotional outburst, Amethyst said, “So our objective is to get you back to Connor.”

“Is that possible?”

“Where were you found?”

“In the woods back there when Janey was taking a walk. How many of you guys have come from the woods?”

“Not many of us. We’re bought in high class new age shops,” Malachite responded.

“Well, excuuuuuse me,” Clear responded. “I didn’t know to be useful a crystal had to come with a high priced tag.”

“That’s not what Mal meant. It’s just interesting to us that you were found. How fortunate for Janey.”

“And how unfortunate for Connor.”

“If we only had something more to go on…where he lives…what his name is…maybe someone would know him…”

“His last name is Anderson.”

“Anderson?” questioned Tourmaline. “Interesting.”

“Why?” inquisitively asked Clear Quartz.

“Because Janey has a cousin named Connor Anderson. He comes here once in awhile. I’ve seen him. He lives across the lake.”

“Connor lives near-by?”

“If it’s the same little boy.”

“Is his mom a pretty young woman with long blonde hair?”

“Yes, and his father is some kind of scientist.”

“This is too freaky. When was the last time he came over to the house?”

“About a month ago. Mrs. Anderson is Janey’s Aunt and she watches him sometimes. Maybe…”

“I’ll just be very positive about it and hope that this is my little Connor and that he will visit soon.”

The rest of the afternoon was very quiet on the deck. The sun had been shaded by some clouds and trees and Janey brought the crystals inside to resume their place on the various windowsills and tables.

Dusk came, then evening. Clear Quartz was thinking of Connor and all the talks they used to have. Well, Connor did all the talking, he understood that, but in a way, Connor was talking to him and made him a special part of his life. They always went everywhere. Connor liked Clear very much, sort of like a confidant and best friend. Of all the children to lose something special…well, he just loved Connor with all of his being and wanted to live back in his pocket again.

He dreamed of the day when Connor would visit. He would like to roll off the windowsill and hit against his shoe. Maybe then, Connor would remember.

But days turned into weeks and no nephew Connor. He continued to sit quietly in the window looking outside as the various cars went by and as some of Janey’s friends stopped in.

He was losing all hope of ever seeing Connor again. He wanted to fall off of the windowsill and break into a million pieces. He wanted to end his existence because life seemed meaningless without his friend, Connor.

“Hey, Clear,” shouted Malachite from a window in the living room, which overlooked the front yard and driveway. “I think your family is here.”

“What? Connor is here. Are you sure?”

“No, I’m not sure, but it looks like their car. Wait a minute, they are taking a small child out of the rear car seat…yep, it’s Connor!”

In a moment, it seemed that the house full of crystals was cheering for Clear Quartz. He felt terribly upset at how he treated all of them when he first arrived.

“But how am I going to get to him? Will he come into the TV room?”

“Usually, he plays with that basket of stuffed animals and toys in the corner over there.”

“How can I get there?”

All thought a moment, this was a difficult plan to carry out.

“The logical thing to do,” offered Hematite, “is to push you off of the shelf when Connor comes in. He probably hears very well, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, his hearing is extraordinary.”

“Well then…”

“The timing would have to be just right or you will be lost on the floor without him ever finding you!”

“Okay, okay. Calm down all,” Amethyst said in a very soothing voice. “I’m sure Clear has to focus now. Let’s all send him our energy…”

Within minutes, the vibrational level of the house rose so high that everyone felt something was going to happen.

The normal greeting and hugging and kissing went on at the front door. Clear Quartz’s anticipation of seeing Connor made him very nervous. Would Connor remember him? Could he help Connor again if he were to be back in his pocket?

After a light lunch and sitting around in the living room chatting, Connor eventually found his way into the rec room and into the big basket of stuffed animals and toys left just for him.

Clear was so happy to see Connor. It seems as it he had grown an inch or two already. He sat on the floor and started playing with a toy telephone. “Hello…would you please find Mervin for me?”

Murmurs in the room about who Mervin was started to get louder and louder as Connor continued. “Mervin, my pet rock.”

All looked at Clear Quartz. “Mervin?” they asked simultaneously as some snickered.

“Yes, Mervin. That’s the name he gave me. He’s three years old and I love that name and I love him. Help me push my way off of this windowsill Tourmaline. I need your help.”

“Okay, come on.”

Connor put down the phone. “Mervin’s gone. Where are you Mervin? Please come home.”

With that last bit of encouragement, Mervin the Clear Quartz crystal was pushed off of the windowsill and started to roll down the wooden floor. It didn’t look like he would stop in time to land near Connor. Hearing the sound, Connor turned and literally caught the rolling rock. “Aaaahhhhh.” Mervin was relieved.

Connor felt the crystal and rubbed it. “Mervin? You found me.”

“Yes, Connor. I’m sorry I lost you.”

“Don’t go away again, Mervin. I love you.”

“And I love you too, buddy.”

And so, Mervin and Connor were inseparable from that time forward. He held him tightly and put him back in his pocket. “I love you, Mervin. Please don’t ever leave again…” With that, the crystals bid a farewell to Mervin (with a few muffled snickers) and were happy they helped a fellow crystal find his destiny and help a child as well.

“Bye, Mervin. Now we’re the ones who will burn our butts off and be in the smelly white sage!” laughed Turquoise. “We’ll miss you.”

Clear Quartz meditated in Connor’s pocket as his family was leaving to go home. “Thanks for all of your help. You’re not a bad bunch of rocks and it’s not a hard life after all. Blessings to you all.”

Copyright © 2001 by Vikki Anderson. All rights reserved. May be reprinted with author’s contact information @ www.VikkiAnderson.com.