How does one talk about protection?
We live in a world awash in negativity. Turn on the news or read any newspaper, and you will have your choice of stories designed to terrify you. The dominant culture thrives upon fear and hate. You never hear about any of the positive things in life; good news makes poor copy. Fear is a very powerful motivator, especially if your goal is power over others. Look what has happened in the United States in the past ten years. They chipped away out our rights, got us to tolerate government interference on a level never even conceived of before all because some whackaloons drove a plane into a building.
Now, I am not downplaying the seriousness of 9/11. Not at all! The world was unified that day in its collective horror, and we were given a choice of which path to choose: it could have unified us or divided us. Guess which one we chose?
Yes, we chose it. It wasn't chosen for us. We let our fear and horror overcome our sense of justice and ethical imperative; we surrendered our dearly held freedoms for the security of a government with a mandate to control our lives that much more than it had before. We get the government we deserve and the world we chose, and if that world is not to our liking, we have no one to blame but our self. The whackaloons won. They got us to change our beliefs. They taught us the oppression was okay in the name of security and safety. And those whose faint voices were raised in objection, that cried, "Stop! This isn't right!" were branded traitors and even worse.
Just as the voices that raised the warning about pollution, and global warming over thirty years ago, the difference being the charges against them were of insanity instead of treason.
Fear is our enemy. Hate stems from fear, and violence is their child. A frightened population is a controlled population, as any dictactor can tell you. Want to take someone's power? Want to direct their lives and make them do what you want and not what is right for them? Twist their morality, distort their ethics, manipulate them into accepting that which their own hearts tells them is dangerous and wrong? Make them fear. It's easy.
Gandhi was a brave man. He stood up to fear, and in the process, made those he was fighting against look like total fools. There is a lesson in that.
So how does one survive in a world governed by fear without giving into that paradigm? How does one keep the negativity at bay?
By making the conscious choice to reject it. By teaching the sub-conscious to reject it as well. By telling the Universe "I do not accept this! This is not who I am. My choice is mine alone, and I will not allow others to make it for me. Period."
Easier said then done, and yet, easier done then you might believe.
What is often talked about in metaphysical -- dare I say new age? -- circles is the natue of intent. It's a concept that is difficult to take in if you are raised in the dominant culture of fear and intimidation. How can it be possible? You can say you intend something until your blue in the face, and people can still come along and violate your intent at a whim. What matters is not the outcome, but the intention. If I give to a charity, and that donation is embezzled or used for a different purpose then I intended, it does not change the nature of my intent. I gave it for a specific reason. That it did not end end up that way is not my choice or my responsibility. If there is karma in the incident, it is not my karma to deal with but the karma of the person who diverted the funds.
Intention is important. How does one make an intention? By making a choice, and sticking to that choice come hell or high water. The Universe will test this choice. It will ask you, "Is this what you really want?" because if it is convinced that it is, it will give it to you. Then it will sit back and watch to see what you do with the outcome.
Inherent in both intention and choice, is permission and this is where it gets tricky, because permission can be granted sub-consciously as well as consciously. If deep inside yourself you believe that you are deserving of nothing good, you will get nothing good. You can do affirmations until you are blue in the face, but if your sub-conscious, which drives your motivations and actions without thought on your part, does not believe it, it won't work. You have to take intent, choice and permission sub-consciously as well as consciously. How to do this? By learning who you are, what you truly believe in and what you really want in your life.
Again - easier said then done. Takes actual work, and a bit of time, but hell, take a lesson from the stones for they have the patience of eons on their side. That is why they can be so helpful to us on our path. The energies they produce interacts with our own, and with their help, we can find our balance, ground our psyche and find the firm ground we need to make our conscious choices. It's not like the Universe leaves flapping in the breeze; the stones are only one tool and ally that our available to us. All we have to do is reach for them.
What is your choice?
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Random
I'm worried about the plants. It's unnaturally cold for this time of year, especially at night. We should not be reaching freezing temperatures in May. Everything is flowering and there are young chicks in the nests out there; it's too cold. I've been offering up tobacco on their behalf for several days now. My front stoop is beginning to look like the floor of a Cuban cigar factory.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
FYI
I am not a healer. I do not claim to be a healer, nor do I have any desire to be one. I do not regard myself as qualified to heal people.
Am I an expert? Hardly. I'm just an ordinary woman trying to find her way through life like anyone else. What I say here is what works for me, take from it what you will. I believe that, ultimately, we are each of us responsible for our own path. What works for some, does not always work for all, and that is true of anybody's teachings or opinions, including those of the guru and the so-called "expert". No one's truth works better then anyone else's. I often use the imagery of a road sign: think of me of just another road sign, pointing you in a direction that might work for you. The important thing is that you get there, not the how, where or when. I believe what I have to say may help you, but that doesn't mean that I'm always right.
Perhaps the hardest thing to accept in any life path is that the responsibility for our lives and our growth is our own. Especially in Western culture, where we are indoctrinated from birth not to trust ourselves, our own observations, experience and intuition. We are trained to fight against independent thought and let "experts' do our thinking for us. Why is that, have you ever wondered? I think it is because it makes us more easily manipulated and exploited; it makes stealing our power a simple thing. What is important is not how we get to our goal, but that we get there with our power and our sense of self intact. Claim your power. Walk your talk. Do not let others manipulate you into handing them control of your life. They don't have all the answers, no one does, least of all myself.
So what do I do?
I think a lot. I like thinking. I like figuring things out and seeing what drives me and other people. I observe. It's amazing what you can learn if you just shut up and watch what's going around you. Sometimes what I think about is simple, and at other times, it's so profound I believe it's beyond capability of the human brain to conceptualize. The nature of time, what exactly is Spirit -- the kind of thing that I can only take in small doses because, quite frankly, it makes my head hurt. That is how I have come to accept the reality of Mystery. There are some things that we are simply not meant to know, and that is okay. Is that faith? Perhaps, but I think it's more then that. Faith is a rather simplistic concept of the deep seating knowing we all have in our bones; it doesn't reside in the head, but in the heart, and it is a birthright that is least understood. There are not many people who have "faith", much less understand what it is or so I think. Their actions often belie their words.
What to I do with the crystals?
I meditate with them. I use them in grids, directed more at the Earth then at people. If I am a healer, I am a healer of the land. I don't know enough to understand the ills of human beings, but sometimes the Earth whispers to me, the energies trigger my nerves and slide up my bones, and instinct tells me what stone needs to go where for whatever reason. Half the time, I don't even know why and I don't need to know, but still struggle everyday with the Western idea of having to know instead of just acting out of trust. Balance, grounding and trust -- my personal Triumvirate.
There is also something called a stone-finder. What is that? To put it simply, it's the ability to find precisely the right kind of stone for a specific reason at the precise moment it is needed. Stones call to me and sometimes they tell me that the need to go to this person RIGHT NOW, thank you very much. This can become an expensive proposition because often, if the person cannot afford a stone, I'm expected to provide it. I don't mind doing this though it's not something I do for everybody. Instinct tells me that stone-finding has a limited application as it's based on personal relationships and friendships more then a job working with the general population. Most crystal workers have the potential for a stone-finder in their lives if they are in balance and not drive by Ego. The kind of worker that is of no interest of people like Robert Simmons because because they are not driven by money and therefore, have none. In another words, exactly the kind of worker you want to do a healing on you. It's the Universe's way of ensuring that those who need the stones most get the stones they need. I am sure I'm not the only stone-finder out there, but I don't doubt I'm one of the few who recognize what it is.
I have bought crystals for others, I've loaned them out. There are some in my collection that do not regard as strictly mine, that I am merely their keeper until I find the person they need to go to. In the meantime, they sit in my house, looking pretty and doing some pretty radical things to the local energy flows. I actually like stone-finding. Hell, I love it but I keep reminding the Universe that while I do not mind doing it, I have to have the means to do it. No, I'm not asking for money. Merely reminding the Universe of economic realities, the concept of which it has little understanding. As long as I can pay my bills, I am happy.
Am I an expert? Hardly. I'm just an ordinary woman trying to find her way through life like anyone else. What I say here is what works for me, take from it what you will. I believe that, ultimately, we are each of us responsible for our own path. What works for some, does not always work for all, and that is true of anybody's teachings or opinions, including those of the guru and the so-called "expert". No one's truth works better then anyone else's. I often use the imagery of a road sign: think of me of just another road sign, pointing you in a direction that might work for you. The important thing is that you get there, not the how, where or when. I believe what I have to say may help you, but that doesn't mean that I'm always right.
Perhaps the hardest thing to accept in any life path is that the responsibility for our lives and our growth is our own. Especially in Western culture, where we are indoctrinated from birth not to trust ourselves, our own observations, experience and intuition. We are trained to fight against independent thought and let "experts' do our thinking for us. Why is that, have you ever wondered? I think it is because it makes us more easily manipulated and exploited; it makes stealing our power a simple thing. What is important is not how we get to our goal, but that we get there with our power and our sense of self intact. Claim your power. Walk your talk. Do not let others manipulate you into handing them control of your life. They don't have all the answers, no one does, least of all myself.
So what do I do?
I think a lot. I like thinking. I like figuring things out and seeing what drives me and other people. I observe. It's amazing what you can learn if you just shut up and watch what's going around you. Sometimes what I think about is simple, and at other times, it's so profound I believe it's beyond capability of the human brain to conceptualize. The nature of time, what exactly is Spirit -- the kind of thing that I can only take in small doses because, quite frankly, it makes my head hurt. That is how I have come to accept the reality of Mystery. There are some things that we are simply not meant to know, and that is okay. Is that faith? Perhaps, but I think it's more then that. Faith is a rather simplistic concept of the deep seating knowing we all have in our bones; it doesn't reside in the head, but in the heart, and it is a birthright that is least understood. There are not many people who have "faith", much less understand what it is or so I think. Their actions often belie their words.
What to I do with the crystals?
I meditate with them. I use them in grids, directed more at the Earth then at people. If I am a healer, I am a healer of the land. I don't know enough to understand the ills of human beings, but sometimes the Earth whispers to me, the energies trigger my nerves and slide up my bones, and instinct tells me what stone needs to go where for whatever reason. Half the time, I don't even know why and I don't need to know, but still struggle everyday with the Western idea of having to know instead of just acting out of trust. Balance, grounding and trust -- my personal Triumvirate.
There is also something called a stone-finder. What is that? To put it simply, it's the ability to find precisely the right kind of stone for a specific reason at the precise moment it is needed. Stones call to me and sometimes they tell me that the need to go to this person RIGHT NOW, thank you very much. This can become an expensive proposition because often, if the person cannot afford a stone, I'm expected to provide it. I don't mind doing this though it's not something I do for everybody. Instinct tells me that stone-finding has a limited application as it's based on personal relationships and friendships more then a job working with the general population. Most crystal workers have the potential for a stone-finder in their lives if they are in balance and not drive by Ego. The kind of worker that is of no interest of people like Robert Simmons because because they are not driven by money and therefore, have none. In another words, exactly the kind of worker you want to do a healing on you. It's the Universe's way of ensuring that those who need the stones most get the stones they need. I am sure I'm not the only stone-finder out there, but I don't doubt I'm one of the few who recognize what it is.
I have bought crystals for others, I've loaned them out. There are some in my collection that do not regard as strictly mine, that I am merely their keeper until I find the person they need to go to. In the meantime, they sit in my house, looking pretty and doing some pretty radical things to the local energy flows. I actually like stone-finding. Hell, I love it but I keep reminding the Universe that while I do not mind doing it, I have to have the means to do it. No, I'm not asking for money. Merely reminding the Universe of economic realities, the concept of which it has little understanding. As long as I can pay my bills, I am happy.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Camera woes and laser wands
First, let me take a slight detour and give you a demonstrate of what my stones do to the camera. Ta da!
Isn't that special?
Something tells me that Golden Azeztulite doesn't want its picture taken. Yes, there is a Golden Azeztulite in there or should I say, purportedly a Golden Azeztulite. It has some gold coloring...ff you squint a little...and maybe cock your head to the right. Golden or not, it is an Azeztulite. That's what the guy said anyway, and it certainly doesn't feel like an ordinary quartz.
Now, I could blame Golden Azeztulite until I'm blue in the face and hallucinating sparkly rainbow unicorns, but the truth is, it isn't the only stone that does it. Just tried to take a picture of a laser wand outside and it did the same thing. Either my crystals don't like this camera or my camera doesn't like these crystals unless they are inside and looking their worst.
Here, let me introduce you to Golden Azeztulite:
Everybody say Hi! He's a cheerful stone, likes people, long walks in the park, dislikes haters and is a Capricorn.
Just kidding.
Maybe.
Now, look at these puppies.
Yes, they are laser wands. Very big laser wands. First, is the Monster, who is approx. 16-20 inches long. As you might be able to see, he's had an accident in the past and had to be repaired, but it doesn't seem to affect him any.
Second is the smaller laser wand, and when I say smaller, I mean it in relative terms as she is about 12-14" long. Together, they are quite the pair, aren't they?
I got these laser wands a number of years ago when I was working on gathering together stones for an earth healing grid involving Golden healers, lasers and black tourmaline. Unfortunately, I never got a chance to set up the grid because I can't get another pair of laser wands like these two. Is it any wonder? I was lucky to find these! If I were to find them today, they would probably be way out of my price range. I was lucky. Hopefully, the Universe will give me a solution to this conundrum.
I wanted to show these laser wands because I've been thinking about this woman I saw at the show where I picked them up. Remember what I was saying about grounding and balance? This woman, poor soul, was the perfect example of someone who was anything but grounded and balanced.
I saw her when I was going into the building, a woman dressed in white from head to toe. What caught my attention was the almost two pounds of crystals she had woven in her hair with copper wire. I kid you not! She must've had a dozen stones in there at least, and they were not tiny stones. Laser wands about 2" long, herkimers, amethyst, possibly even some tourmalines and moldavites -- my memory is vague at this point. Thing is, not a single one of them was a stone that would work any energy center below the heart. Hell, I don't think she even went down that far! If there was a throat stone, I'd be surprised because I seem to remember they were all third eye and crown chakra crystals. In another words, this was a soul that didn't want to be here. At all. She wanted to live up in the astral and beyond, dance with the fairies and never come down again. At least, that was the impression she gave me.
Sad. Really sad. I wanted to tell her that she needed to ground herself. That she needed to take those rocks out of her hair, and look at why she didn't want to be here. That she needed to find her center, her balance and she certainly wasn't going to do that off in Never Never Land. Whatever it was that made her want to permanently leave the Earth was not going to be worked out or resolved until she found that center and looked at it with a clear eye. Distracting oneself with the high only serves to keep us stuck wherever that might be. It might feel good, even exciting, but we are all here for a purpose, we all chose to be here and we all have a job to do. While I can understand trying to escape -- hell, I've told the universe after this lifetime, I want a vacation! -- it ultimately serves no purpose but to prolong the pain. Avoidance never works, and judging from this woman's outfit, she had a become an professional at it. It was almost tragic.
I encountered her directly when I was first handling these laser wands. I had them in my hands, was talking with the dealer when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned around and there she was. "Will you adopt me?" she pleaded, and I laughed as if it was a joke. Maybe it was. Maybe I shouldn't have laughed. Maybe that was my opportunity to tell her to take those stones out of hair, and be in her body for a change. To get herself some hematite shoes, for cripe's sake. I didn't. Probably because I was startled. I had these two huge laser wands in my hands, strong enough to cut someone in half and I was only grateful that I'm not the sort to strike first and ask questions later. Besides which, I didn't need someone who was that...lost...in my life at the moment. I never answered her and now I'm wondering if maybe I should have.
Poor soul. I hope that whatever it was, she worked it out.
Isn't that special?
Something tells me that Golden Azeztulite doesn't want its picture taken. Yes, there is a Golden Azeztulite in there or should I say, purportedly a Golden Azeztulite. It has some gold coloring...ff you squint a little...and maybe cock your head to the right. Golden or not, it is an Azeztulite. That's what the guy said anyway, and it certainly doesn't feel like an ordinary quartz.
Now, I could blame Golden Azeztulite until I'm blue in the face and hallucinating sparkly rainbow unicorns, but the truth is, it isn't the only stone that does it. Just tried to take a picture of a laser wand outside and it did the same thing. Either my crystals don't like this camera or my camera doesn't like these crystals unless they are inside and looking their worst.
Here, let me introduce you to Golden Azeztulite:
Everybody say Hi! He's a cheerful stone, likes people, long walks in the park, dislikes haters and is a Capricorn.
Just kidding.
Maybe.
Now, look at these puppies.
Yes, they are laser wands. Very big laser wands. First, is the Monster, who is approx. 16-20 inches long. As you might be able to see, he's had an accident in the past and had to be repaired, but it doesn't seem to affect him any.
Second is the smaller laser wand, and when I say smaller, I mean it in relative terms as she is about 12-14" long. Together, they are quite the pair, aren't they?
I got these laser wands a number of years ago when I was working on gathering together stones for an earth healing grid involving Golden healers, lasers and black tourmaline. Unfortunately, I never got a chance to set up the grid because I can't get another pair of laser wands like these two. Is it any wonder? I was lucky to find these! If I were to find them today, they would probably be way out of my price range. I was lucky. Hopefully, the Universe will give me a solution to this conundrum.
I wanted to show these laser wands because I've been thinking about this woman I saw at the show where I picked them up. Remember what I was saying about grounding and balance? This woman, poor soul, was the perfect example of someone who was anything but grounded and balanced.
I saw her when I was going into the building, a woman dressed in white from head to toe. What caught my attention was the almost two pounds of crystals she had woven in her hair with copper wire. I kid you not! She must've had a dozen stones in there at least, and they were not tiny stones. Laser wands about 2" long, herkimers, amethyst, possibly even some tourmalines and moldavites -- my memory is vague at this point. Thing is, not a single one of them was a stone that would work any energy center below the heart. Hell, I don't think she even went down that far! If there was a throat stone, I'd be surprised because I seem to remember they were all third eye and crown chakra crystals. In another words, this was a soul that didn't want to be here. At all. She wanted to live up in the astral and beyond, dance with the fairies and never come down again. At least, that was the impression she gave me.
Sad. Really sad. I wanted to tell her that she needed to ground herself. That she needed to take those rocks out of her hair, and look at why she didn't want to be here. That she needed to find her center, her balance and she certainly wasn't going to do that off in Never Never Land. Whatever it was that made her want to permanently leave the Earth was not going to be worked out or resolved until she found that center and looked at it with a clear eye. Distracting oneself with the high only serves to keep us stuck wherever that might be. It might feel good, even exciting, but we are all here for a purpose, we all chose to be here and we all have a job to do. While I can understand trying to escape -- hell, I've told the universe after this lifetime, I want a vacation! -- it ultimately serves no purpose but to prolong the pain. Avoidance never works, and judging from this woman's outfit, she had a become an professional at it. It was almost tragic.
I encountered her directly when I was first handling these laser wands. I had them in my hands, was talking with the dealer when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned around and there she was. "Will you adopt me?" she pleaded, and I laughed as if it was a joke. Maybe it was. Maybe I shouldn't have laughed. Maybe that was my opportunity to tell her to take those stones out of hair, and be in her body for a change. To get herself some hematite shoes, for cripe's sake. I didn't. Probably because I was startled. I had these two huge laser wands in my hands, strong enough to cut someone in half and I was only grateful that I'm not the sort to strike first and ask questions later. Besides which, I didn't need someone who was that...lost...in my life at the moment. I never answered her and now I'm wondering if maybe I should have.
Poor soul. I hope that whatever it was, she worked it out.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Why do we always complicate things?
Not too long ago, I sat in Unchi's living room, and read her the section on Azeztulite in Robert Simmons' The Book of Stones. As I'm reading, I'm beginning to get a little annoyed with his detailed explanations, and what I interpreted as an ego stroking hard sell. Just as I'm getting towards the end, Grandfather, Unchi's principle guide, suddenly says to me, "White people. You always have to complicate things."
And I busted out laughing.
Grandfather doesn't usually speak to anyone but Unchi. If he had something to say to me or anyone else, he usually does it through her. I don't know why he chose to speak to me that evening. Granted, Unchi and I have known each other almost twenty years, but that doesn't signify much of anything. While he has shown himself to a number of select people, I cannot remember a single instance where he actually spoke to them directly. And yet, he spoke to me that night. Perhaps he said it to make me laugh, or maybe it said it to make me see the humor in what I was reading. Maybe both or maybe more then that. I get the impression that Grandfather rarely does anything without a complex list of reasons.
Then again, does Grandfather need to reason or explain anything? Because what he said to me was true: white people have to complicate the most simplest of things. It doesn't seem to be in our racial/cultural make up to simply accept things as they are, that we have to justify and analyze, rationalize and argue and over think everything that does not have an expert on hand to tell us how to think. We've been trained by our culture to distrust not only our own experience, but our own intuition. That what we see, feel and know in our hearts is to be treated with suspicion unless it has been Officially Approved by someone with a Piece of Paper that tell us he or she is an "expert."
What is an expert? Precisely? Someone who has received an education and has a document to prove that fact. Why does that make them always right? Becasue they're educated? What is educated? In some respects, it's indoctrination. Students go into a university and successfully repeat back what the professor teaches them. Sometimes, if they are especially talented and even lucky, they might even learn to think for themselves but only insofar as it's acceptable to the academic Powers That Be. In many ways, it teaches them to be discerning, to use their natural talents in socially acceptable ways and to be close minded to anything that is outside the "acceptable" frame of reference. To the point where they won't even bother investigating what makes them uncomfortable or even acknowledging the possibility that they simply don't know how to study it.
Now, I'm not discounting educaton. I approve of education. I like education. I think an education is a good thing, but like anything else, it's subject to human faults and foibles. The bottom line is, all you need to get a good education is the ability to read, the desire to learn and the ability to think and observe. Any good library can provide you with the same education as many of our finest universities. The only difference is you won't get that Official Piece of Paper granting you official status as an "expert."
And "experts" can not only be wrong on occassion, but frequently are.
So why are their observations and experiences of matters that cannot be measured by present day technology and explained by present day theory considered more valid then our own? It doesn't mean that such matters can never be measured. When I was a student in high school, a science teacher once told us that an atom can never be photographed and never will. Well, guess what has since been photographed? What is that old saying? Yesterday's magic is today's science? Sometiems all it takes is an open mind.
Grandfather reminded me that there is Mystery and there's always going to be Mystery, that we're not always going to understand and don't need to. And this is a good thing as it's a part of what make Life so fascinating. That trying to analyze and justify it only keeps us spinning in circles without changing a damn thing, so why bother? Why not just acknowledge it and move on? You can't complete your journey if you get stuck mezmerized by a road sign.
And I busted out laughing.
Grandfather doesn't usually speak to anyone but Unchi. If he had something to say to me or anyone else, he usually does it through her. I don't know why he chose to speak to me that evening. Granted, Unchi and I have known each other almost twenty years, but that doesn't signify much of anything. While he has shown himself to a number of select people, I cannot remember a single instance where he actually spoke to them directly. And yet, he spoke to me that night. Perhaps he said it to make me laugh, or maybe it said it to make me see the humor in what I was reading. Maybe both or maybe more then that. I get the impression that Grandfather rarely does anything without a complex list of reasons.
Then again, does Grandfather need to reason or explain anything? Because what he said to me was true: white people have to complicate the most simplest of things. It doesn't seem to be in our racial/cultural make up to simply accept things as they are, that we have to justify and analyze, rationalize and argue and over think everything that does not have an expert on hand to tell us how to think. We've been trained by our culture to distrust not only our own experience, but our own intuition. That what we see, feel and know in our hearts is to be treated with suspicion unless it has been Officially Approved by someone with a Piece of Paper that tell us he or she is an "expert."
What is an expert? Precisely? Someone who has received an education and has a document to prove that fact. Why does that make them always right? Becasue they're educated? What is educated? In some respects, it's indoctrination. Students go into a university and successfully repeat back what the professor teaches them. Sometimes, if they are especially talented and even lucky, they might even learn to think for themselves but only insofar as it's acceptable to the academic Powers That Be. In many ways, it teaches them to be discerning, to use their natural talents in socially acceptable ways and to be close minded to anything that is outside the "acceptable" frame of reference. To the point where they won't even bother investigating what makes them uncomfortable or even acknowledging the possibility that they simply don't know how to study it.
Now, I'm not discounting educaton. I approve of education. I like education. I think an education is a good thing, but like anything else, it's subject to human faults and foibles. The bottom line is, all you need to get a good education is the ability to read, the desire to learn and the ability to think and observe. Any good library can provide you with the same education as many of our finest universities. The only difference is you won't get that Official Piece of Paper granting you official status as an "expert."
And "experts" can not only be wrong on occassion, but frequently are.
So why are their observations and experiences of matters that cannot be measured by present day technology and explained by present day theory considered more valid then our own? It doesn't mean that such matters can never be measured. When I was a student in high school, a science teacher once told us that an atom can never be photographed and never will. Well, guess what has since been photographed? What is that old saying? Yesterday's magic is today's science? Sometiems all it takes is an open mind.
Grandfather reminded me that there is Mystery and there's always going to be Mystery, that we're not always going to understand and don't need to. And this is a good thing as it's a part of what make Life so fascinating. That trying to analyze and justify it only keeps us spinning in circles without changing a damn thing, so why bother? Why not just acknowledge it and move on? You can't complete your journey if you get stuck mezmerized by a road sign.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Who came up with the Synergy Twelve?
Who came up with the Synergy Twelve stones? By this, I mean who first introduced the concept, what does it mean, what is the basis for designating twelve, very expensive, crystals as the penultimate of healing stones? The first time I came across the idea was in The Book of Stones by Robert Simmons and Naisha Ahsian. There was no explanation beyond what they were, no background information about exactly what it meant or where their information came from. Oh, but when it came to describing the history of Azeztulite, Simmons was almost poetic in his enthusiasm. The Synergy Twelve stones? Absolutely nothing. Nada. Zip. Not one word beyond a list and some brief claim for human spiritual upliftment. How, exactly? They don't say. A search in Google has led to nothing but merchants wanting to sell them to me, and no information beyond what was in the book.
I have the Synergy Twelve stones; I have finally gathered together my set to find out exactly what this is about. The stones themselves are pretty potent; group a few of them together, and they make me go "Wheeeeeeee!" FYI, I'm the kind of woman who can wear a string of moldavite beads topped with a huge moldavite crystal around her neck and still drive without incident. It takes a lot to make me go "Wheeeeeee!" Put Azeztulite, Danburite, and Brookite together, and I'm flying! So, the stones do have energy and they can send you to the astral without a return ticket if you're not careful.
But the penultimate? What can they do that an ordinary rock found in your garden cannot? Not a hell of a lot. It's kind of like gem quality vs industrial diamonds. Industrial diamonds have the same energy as the gems, they can do exactly what the gems do, the only difference may be that they need to be much larger to do the same thing in the same amount of time. Regular rocks may not be as organized as their crystalline brethren, but that doesn't mean they are energetically dead. Quite the contrary. Some of them can pack quite a punch. Don't believe me? Go to Europe and put your hand on one of the standing stones in places such as Avebury. Then tell me that ordinary rocks can't zap you as much as a crystal. Hell, I've charged crystals at Avebury! Glastonbury, too.
Speaking of standing stones, the last time I was at Stonehenge, it told me it was too noisy. It remembered a quieter time and it missed those days. The place was packed with tourists.
So who did come up with the idea of the Synergy Twelve stones, and what is their argument supporting the idea that they are the penultimate? I would really like to know.
I have the Synergy Twelve stones; I have finally gathered together my set to find out exactly what this is about. The stones themselves are pretty potent; group a few of them together, and they make me go "Wheeeeeeee!" FYI, I'm the kind of woman who can wear a string of moldavite beads topped with a huge moldavite crystal around her neck and still drive without incident. It takes a lot to make me go "Wheeeeeee!" Put Azeztulite, Danburite, and Brookite together, and I'm flying! So, the stones do have energy and they can send you to the astral without a return ticket if you're not careful.
But the penultimate? What can they do that an ordinary rock found in your garden cannot? Not a hell of a lot. It's kind of like gem quality vs industrial diamonds. Industrial diamonds have the same energy as the gems, they can do exactly what the gems do, the only difference may be that they need to be much larger to do the same thing in the same amount of time. Regular rocks may not be as organized as their crystalline brethren, but that doesn't mean they are energetically dead. Quite the contrary. Some of them can pack quite a punch. Don't believe me? Go to Europe and put your hand on one of the standing stones in places such as Avebury. Then tell me that ordinary rocks can't zap you as much as a crystal. Hell, I've charged crystals at Avebury! Glastonbury, too.
Speaking of standing stones, the last time I was at Stonehenge, it told me it was too noisy. It remembered a quieter time and it missed those days. The place was packed with tourists.
So who did come up with the idea of the Synergy Twelve stones, and what is their argument supporting the idea that they are the penultimate? I would really like to know.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Rose Quartz in the Garden (pt.2): Conclusion
It all started with a magnolia petal.
As I mentioned before, I have down times on my spiritual path when I put such things aside and develop other interests. This last one had gone on for a long time -- at least two years -- while I tried to cope with a debilitating physical condition that I felt, but had no idea that I had. Back in February, 2010, I was finally diagnosed with fibromyalgia. How that came about is a long story but suffice it say, I got sick and tired of being sick and tired, took a Vicodin left over from a bout with ear problems, and discovered how I felt everyday was not normal. Disturbed at the thought of getting relief from addictive narcotics, I finally bit the bullet and went to the doctor. I'm now on enough medication, the number of which makes me feel like I'm 350,000 thousand years old, to feel like my old self. The worst part of it all was the enervation and lack of concentration; I could deal with the pain, but the energy and the feeling of being brain dead was horrific to endure. Someday, perhaps, I will be able to manage my fibro without medication. For the moment, I'm having too much fun living again to even consider addressing that issue.
I had the opportunity to attend to what I will call a "retreat" in the middle of April. I thought long and hard about this as getting the energy up to do anything before my diagnosis was difficult, but in the end, feeling better, I decided to go. I wont go into detail -- I'm not qualified to discuss it, nor do I have permission and out of respect for what happened and the people who were there, I won't discuss it -- suffice it to say, ceremony was involved. It was...phenomenal. That's all I can say. A true blessing and a honor to attend. I was worked on while I was there, given messages that I can hardly articulate and received healing, the extent of which I can't even begin to comprehend at the moment. Like everything else in life, that too is a process.
The ceremony was on a Friday. The following Saturday, I arrived home, and as I was unlocking my front door, a flash of pink caught my eye. I glanced over and thought, "What a lovely piece of rose quartz!" Then my thoughts came to a screeching halt: rose quartz? What rose quartz? There's no rose quartz in the garden! A second look informed me that what I had seen was a single magnolia petal that had fallen among the leaves of yellow flowering plant. The contrast of pink blush with bright Spring green and buttercup yellow with the dark browns and chocolates of the soil was so beautiful, I couldn't get it out of my mind. No rose quartz in the garden? And why ever not? What could be better then having love surround my house?
After that, there was no going back. I became obsessed with getting rose quartz to put in the few landscaped beds that I have. All of them are close to my house. Filled with herbs and flowers, shrubs and evergreens, I envisioned a scattering of rose quartz flashing in the sun from beneath green leaves. Surrounding my house with rose quartz energy. Fusing with the vortex my house has become with all the rocks it contains. Going out into a world that badly needs love at the moment. I chose to interpret this "obsession" as being directed to do this. One of the things I had asked at the ceremony was what to do with the light I keep seeing in my mind's eye. It was obvious that it was not just meant for me; to keep it would be the height of greed and selfishness.
I think I got my answer. Or at least part of it. Rose quartz in the garden.
The following Monday was the day I discovered that this negative creature from my past was attempting to re-enter my life. It was raining that day, I remember. Not a heavy rain, but a kind of drizzle mixed with an occassional shower that made it questionable whether or not I should go to the barn and visit my horse. The rain was not hard enough to prevent turn out, and if they came in wet, there was very little we could do with them. I went to Connecticut anyway, hooked up with my sister, Unchi, and discussed the weather situation and what we could do if the horses were out. I told her the story about the rose quartz, and said that if the horses were wet, that I'd like to go to Mother Earth, a crystal store in Brookfield. Unchi agreed.
How ironic that we made those plans! Of all the places to retreat to in a time a stress, Mother Earth could not be more perfect! It was at the barn where both of us received the shock of our lives, that this creature was coming into our place of peace and tranquility. The horses were wet, of course, and off we went to commune with stones, check out Azeztulite, and perhaps find a bit of balance.
We checked out the Azeztulite, and found that in spite of our doubts, it may be what it is claimed to be. Unchi got claimed by a hematite speckled tibetan quartz. I decided that I needed to investigate this Azeztulite matter a little more closely, and aquired a piece along with a another trademarked stone called Rosophia. As for the rose quartz -- I did not find the chunks I was looking for. I needed to find pieces that were roughly 2-3", and Leslie had very few pieces that large. Strange, that. Chunk rose quartz is not uncommon or expensive, and yet, it's proving more difficult to locate then I expected.
Now here is the interesting part: When I told Leslie what I was going to use it for, she mentioned another customer had come in for the same reason. In a later visit, she told me several people had come in looking for garden quartz. Another friend of mine mentioned she had the urge to put it in her plants after I told her about it; this was spontaneous on her part. She did not get the idea from me. An aquaintance was also intrigued by the idea. In another words, the urge to put Rose Quartz in the garden has suddenly hit a diverse number of people around the same time and independantly of each other! Coincidence? I don't believe in coincidence. I do believe that the ways of the Universe can be very, very subtle.
On hearing this story play out, Unchi said, "The Earth is asking for Love."
Asking for love? Using her own bones to give it to her? It seemed odd to me, but I figured out. It's not the rose quartz acting on the Earth that is important, but how it acts on the people who see it. That is why it's critical they stay on the surface, that they are large enough not to sink into the ground when it rains. People have to see it, respond to it and because it contains love energy, it is the response to that energy that the Earth needs. Love. From people. From Rose Quartz sitting in the garden among flowers, shrubs and trees. Sanctuaries of light, of love, scattered here and there, sending that energy into the Earth and healing her broken heart. Think about it. Do it.
As I mentioned before, I have down times on my spiritual path when I put such things aside and develop other interests. This last one had gone on for a long time -- at least two years -- while I tried to cope with a debilitating physical condition that I felt, but had no idea that I had. Back in February, 2010, I was finally diagnosed with fibromyalgia. How that came about is a long story but suffice it say, I got sick and tired of being sick and tired, took a Vicodin left over from a bout with ear problems, and discovered how I felt everyday was not normal. Disturbed at the thought of getting relief from addictive narcotics, I finally bit the bullet and went to the doctor. I'm now on enough medication, the number of which makes me feel like I'm 350,000 thousand years old, to feel like my old self. The worst part of it all was the enervation and lack of concentration; I could deal with the pain, but the energy and the feeling of being brain dead was horrific to endure. Someday, perhaps, I will be able to manage my fibro without medication. For the moment, I'm having too much fun living again to even consider addressing that issue.
I had the opportunity to attend to what I will call a "retreat" in the middle of April. I thought long and hard about this as getting the energy up to do anything before my diagnosis was difficult, but in the end, feeling better, I decided to go. I wont go into detail -- I'm not qualified to discuss it, nor do I have permission and out of respect for what happened and the people who were there, I won't discuss it -- suffice it to say, ceremony was involved. It was...phenomenal. That's all I can say. A true blessing and a honor to attend. I was worked on while I was there, given messages that I can hardly articulate and received healing, the extent of which I can't even begin to comprehend at the moment. Like everything else in life, that too is a process.
The ceremony was on a Friday. The following Saturday, I arrived home, and as I was unlocking my front door, a flash of pink caught my eye. I glanced over and thought, "What a lovely piece of rose quartz!" Then my thoughts came to a screeching halt: rose quartz? What rose quartz? There's no rose quartz in the garden! A second look informed me that what I had seen was a single magnolia petal that had fallen among the leaves of yellow flowering plant. The contrast of pink blush with bright Spring green and buttercup yellow with the dark browns and chocolates of the soil was so beautiful, I couldn't get it out of my mind. No rose quartz in the garden? And why ever not? What could be better then having love surround my house?
After that, there was no going back. I became obsessed with getting rose quartz to put in the few landscaped beds that I have. All of them are close to my house. Filled with herbs and flowers, shrubs and evergreens, I envisioned a scattering of rose quartz flashing in the sun from beneath green leaves. Surrounding my house with rose quartz energy. Fusing with the vortex my house has become with all the rocks it contains. Going out into a world that badly needs love at the moment. I chose to interpret this "obsession" as being directed to do this. One of the things I had asked at the ceremony was what to do with the light I keep seeing in my mind's eye. It was obvious that it was not just meant for me; to keep it would be the height of greed and selfishness.
I think I got my answer. Or at least part of it. Rose quartz in the garden.
The following Monday was the day I discovered that this negative creature from my past was attempting to re-enter my life. It was raining that day, I remember. Not a heavy rain, but a kind of drizzle mixed with an occassional shower that made it questionable whether or not I should go to the barn and visit my horse. The rain was not hard enough to prevent turn out, and if they came in wet, there was very little we could do with them. I went to Connecticut anyway, hooked up with my sister, Unchi, and discussed the weather situation and what we could do if the horses were out. I told her the story about the rose quartz, and said that if the horses were wet, that I'd like to go to Mother Earth, a crystal store in Brookfield. Unchi agreed.
How ironic that we made those plans! Of all the places to retreat to in a time a stress, Mother Earth could not be more perfect! It was at the barn where both of us received the shock of our lives, that this creature was coming into our place of peace and tranquility. The horses were wet, of course, and off we went to commune with stones, check out Azeztulite, and perhaps find a bit of balance.
We checked out the Azeztulite, and found that in spite of our doubts, it may be what it is claimed to be. Unchi got claimed by a hematite speckled tibetan quartz. I decided that I needed to investigate this Azeztulite matter a little more closely, and aquired a piece along with a another trademarked stone called Rosophia. As for the rose quartz -- I did not find the chunks I was looking for. I needed to find pieces that were roughly 2-3", and Leslie had very few pieces that large. Strange, that. Chunk rose quartz is not uncommon or expensive, and yet, it's proving more difficult to locate then I expected.
Now here is the interesting part: When I told Leslie what I was going to use it for, she mentioned another customer had come in for the same reason. In a later visit, she told me several people had come in looking for garden quartz. Another friend of mine mentioned she had the urge to put it in her plants after I told her about it; this was spontaneous on her part. She did not get the idea from me. An aquaintance was also intrigued by the idea. In another words, the urge to put Rose Quartz in the garden has suddenly hit a diverse number of people around the same time and independantly of each other! Coincidence? I don't believe in coincidence. I do believe that the ways of the Universe can be very, very subtle.
On hearing this story play out, Unchi said, "The Earth is asking for Love."
Asking for love? Using her own bones to give it to her? It seemed odd to me, but I figured out. It's not the rose quartz acting on the Earth that is important, but how it acts on the people who see it. That is why it's critical they stay on the surface, that they are large enough not to sink into the ground when it rains. People have to see it, respond to it and because it contains love energy, it is the response to that energy that the Earth needs. Love. From people. From Rose Quartz sitting in the garden among flowers, shrubs and trees. Sanctuaries of light, of love, scattered here and there, sending that energy into the Earth and healing her broken heart. Think about it. Do it.
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