My love affair with crystal healing

I jokingly refer to myself as the crystal whisperer, a term that I do love quite dearly. Crystals speak to me, and I to them. I often act as an adoptive mother to the crystals and take care of them until the day I hear the name of the person they want to go to. As a jewelry maker I also make 90% of my jewelry with crystals and find homes for them that way.

It all started with my rock collection when I was a child. My very first crystal was a quartz point that my pagan partner in crime gave me for my 15th birthday. I carried it everywhere with me even though I had no idea what it meant. All I knew was it felt good, and I liked the way it vibrated in my palms. And if I wasn't having the greatest day, I had to take it off right away. It seemed to magnify any mood that I was in, good or bad. The day I lost the quartz I was devastated, I felt so naked without it.

I soon found my way to Astrology and discovered that Amethyst was my birthstone. On the hunt I went, and then began my long term obsessive relationship with Amethyst. My knowledge of this stone was limited to the brief description in my book, but that was okay because I didn't feel compelled to research further. That amethyst was EVERYTHING, it was MY WORLD! I slept with it, went to school with it, put it in my water...we were inseparable!

It was more so a codependent relationship and I didn't fully understand the world of crystal healing. It wasn't until I owned my first crystal book and brought an assortment of pretty tumbled that I fully realized how amazing these things were.

There I was sitting on my floor, crystal book wide open and full of highlights and about 10 tumbled stones before me. As I picked them up one by one and held them I was disappointed. I didn't feel connected to them, but visually I was drawn in. About a week or so later I returned to the crystal store and let my intuition guide me. Crystal shopping this way I was less distracted by the pretty colors and fancy names, I left with only one stone. SUGALITE. And oh goddess, did I need it's healing.

At the time I just came out of two awful relationships, back to back and reaching the climax of a love affair that seemed to be causing me more pain than pleasure. My heart felt like a hidden, broken down closet that no one wanted to deal with. Not even me. On-top of that the unspoken anger and lack of mourning I had sitting there, just collecting dust.

Rose quartz wasn't going to cut it, not for a mess this deep. It made sense why the pretty one I had sitting at home didn't resonate. Sugalite is a deep heart healing stone that clears layers of debris, reconnects you with your wisdom and removes hostility of past disappointments. And the color...if you haven't seen one look it up now!

My work with Sugalites' medicine was intense. I don't think I ever cried so much before! It brought things to the surface, exposed truths, healed wounds and held a much needed mirror to myself. What did I REALLY want? How did I give and receive? What was my idea of love?

We worked together for three wonderful months. Then one day, before I realized my full progress I lost it. As the days passed I felt a lightness, a happiness...crystal healing was real, you just have to be an active part of it.

Ever since that experience I've gone crystal crazy. My sugalite healing happened 6 years ago, and I still get oogly eyed about crystals. I've worked with so many at this point I've lost count. Everywhere I go I am surrounded by crystal healing. They are in every corner of my home, in my wallet and purse, around my neck and on my fingers...in my bra! EVERYWHERE!

It's been a wonderful love affair, and my ability to communicate with them to help heal others is fulfilling and fun for me. I'm so much of a crystal lady that my cats even have their favorites. Thanks for stopping by, and enjoy this picture of my cat Soleil, she's a rose quartz kind of gal.

Everyday magik

Do you believe in magik? 

I've always believed in magik, from as early on as I could remember. I'm sure being born a Pisces only made my Neptune nature even stronger. I loved anything that featured a wizard, sorceress, elves the list goes on.  I started writing short stories at a young age and among them was a heavy dose of fantasy. I often wrote myself in as powerful witch who lived in the deep woods. 

Even now, at 29 years old I still see myself as that witch. But now I realize something, I AM that witch. I just happen to live in the crazy concrete jungle that is New York City. 

I was 12 years old when I discovered there was a title for the way I felt and presented myself. WITCHCRAFT! I recall the cheesy "teen witch" book I found in my local library, nothing was ever the same again. 

From ages 12 to 16 I wanted to try everything, and I did. Everything from failed love spells to much needed binding spells. Some spells were a success and others...others...let's just say I learned my lesson. From 16 to 18 I craved deeper magik, the stuff that wasn't in the Barnes & Nobles books. The stuff you found out from the woman at the magic shoppe. During those three years I learned a lot and achieved a deeper connection to magik. 

I drifted away from my pagan roots, and practicing magik all together around 19 to 23 years old. I had a very negative encounter that scared me and I needed to detach. During this time a part of me did feel empty, but I was still too afraid to dive back in. 

Around my 24th birthday I discovered the world of Shamanism, this blew my mind! Even better I also realized I was already doing much of this practice naturally. My experience with Shamanism has been an amazing, healing and intense one. One that in it's own magical way led me back to witchcraft. Spiritually, I couldn't be happier. 

The way I approach spirit and the act of ceremony has also undergone a transformation over the years. I often use my inner voice and call my guides in mentally. Compared to before most of my preparation and communication happens from the inside. I still clean and prepare my space of course, and I still cast my protective circles. This beautiful merging of shamanism and withcraft has led to a new relationship with spirit and myself.

I've also learned to open my eyes to everyday magik, to the magik that surrounds us at all times

 and vibrates in our DNA. Just existing I am part of the magik, I don't have to perform a ceremony to feel  connected to spirit. With each breath, each hug of a tree, each beat of a drum and each lighting of my favorite incense or candle I am performing everyday magik. 

 To each his own couldn't apply more perfectly to anything as it does to ones relationship with magik. Make it your own. I did, and I couldn't be happier.