Hello dear reader(s)!
It was 1980-something and my mom was going to go out with one of her friends. She had a few books about astrology and I remember she was listening to Stevie Nicks. I think whatever she was wearing had a paisley pattern.
I rolled my eyes so far back in my head, it is a wonder I am not more blind than I am. (P.S. The fact I can see at all is also proof that masturbation doesn’t make you go blind.)
Anyway, I completely remember calling my mom a crystal worshiper, and a hippie.
She is kind of an ex-hippie…kind of. But I did not mean it in a historically accurate sense, rather, as a disparaging remark for those in need of a shower and who think that patchouli is a reasonable substitute for cleaning themselves. (My mom showered and didn’t stink of patchouli, but the generalization is what is important here.)
Anyway, then I started to grow up a little bit. I met a girl, and she gave me a crystal necklace with a little yin-yang symbol at the top of it. She also had a similar crystal necklace (I believe hers was an amethyst), and told me that the crystals were linked and that I would be able to feel her through the crystal when we were apart.
I tried really heard to stifle the laughter.
But I wore the thing, for her, to make her happy.
And then I started to like it.
And soon I felt like it did seem to make me feel more connected to her when we were apart.
Then, as often happens young, that little bit of puppy love ended. I think I either gave it back or threw it away. I did not think of another crystal again.
Until a couple years ago, when a very good friend of mine was trying to help me through the overwhelming grief I was feeling at the loss of Hannah. We were just talking about what we thought happened (if anything) when someone died, and I explained part of my thoughts on it and as it turns out, it sounded similar to what she believed and a variation of what I believe now. I began to look into it, and found the foundations for my path.
When I made the decision to embrace my path, I made the decision to look into all aspects of it and all associated with it in order to see what worked best for me. And what did I come to find?
A shit-ton (technical measurement term) of information about crystals.
Okay, I use the word “information” loosely. It isn’t as though any of this is scientifically proven.
That’s okay, I like them. I do not worship crystals. But I do like them. They do make me feel better. Now I have a shit-ton of crystals.
I also hate the fact we spend so much on our military to protect the corporations’ ability to rape the resources that belong to the people across the globe. So until there is a war we need to fight again to protect ourselves from tyranny (such as a revolution), I am very anti-war. I guess that makes me a bit of a hippie.
So, basically, this post is to apologize to my mother. I am way more of a crystal worshiping hippie than she ever was. I even like a song or two by Stevie Nicks.
But I don’t wear paisley, and I fucking hate patchouli.
I prefer Sandalwood.
Blessed Be, my friends.