Spiritual Stories

Gaia'nira Consciousness returned slowly; it was like waking from an exceedingly long sleep. What had roused me? After a while–a minute, an hour, a day–I began to remember. They’d come to the woods hunting, looking for someone to blame. Unprepared, they’d cornered me. The 1600s hadn’t been an ideal time to display unusual abilities. The locals had taken against me, sought me out. ‘Witch!’ They’d accused. Witch burning had...

The two young girls played vivaciously in the cool water by the glade. As they splashed and frolicked, their laughter echoed around the mountain valley. The surrounding trees, comprising primarily of larch, beech and spruce – and, of course, oak – gently whispered their approval. They were safe here. Locals knew not to disturb them. The sisters were special – as was the valley. The power and magic that resided in the tree...