I was kinda a weird child. I guess my Goddess life started early.
For many, many years, I was unable to sleep without my teddy bear, just like so many other children, but in my hand I had to have my stone.
It wasn’t just any old ordinary stone, mind you. It was my stone. The one that my mother had picked up on a sunny beach on Rhodos or Cyprus or one of the other lovely places she used to travel to. It had her essence in it, I used to think. It reminded me of mom. After all, it was her stone to begin with, and I got it from her.
It was smooth, oval, and almost pink with a grey stripe on it. And it fit perfectly in my hand. I remember that feeling of holding on to something solid, that feeling of getting a sense of grounding, through my hand.
I really miss that stone. I haven’t seen it after I moved out, and now it’s just gone, nowhere to be found. Maybe it felt it had done its job.
These days, I’m falling deeply in love with crystal healing again. Over the last few weeks, my Goddess life has taken me on a shopping spree, stacking up all the loveliness I can find. They seem to manifest everywhere I go, more or less unexpectedly, so I’m going with the crystal flow here and see where it leads me.
The other night, after having slept poorly for some nights, I decided to grab a large, raw-ish amethyst to bed with me, just to test it, just to get familiar with its energy… but the reaction I got was quite mind-blowing.
First of all, my hand felt right again. I realized how it had missed a stone to hold on to so badly, and I felt comforted and safe again, just like a child, still living at home with mom and dad. It was so peaceful, so… RIGHT.
And as I fell asleep, the amethyst took me to beautiful places. I dreamt of unity, of my old Christian friends and I coming along peacefully and with deep respect. I dreamt that I was in a theater with a man, on the scene, and our message was «love your feminine body and forget about false expectations generated by media». I was dreaming pure harmony and love, and as I woke up for just a second in the middle of the night, I stretched my back and my spine made that cracking noise – all the way from top to bottom. For me, that’s always a sign of relief, when tension breaks and my muscles are able to relax again.
And when I woke up, the next morning, the amethyst was still in my hand. I hadn’t even let it go during the night, holding on to what had been missing for so many years, so deeply needed.
I have slept with a crystal in my bed since that night, experimenting and trying to find the perfect sleeping stone, just for me. So far, I’ve slept with the amethyst until it left my hand, a pink opal, which was too small to hold comfortably, and last night I held on to a smoky quartz. That, too, stayed in my hand for the whole night, so it goes back to bed with me tonight, until my hand lets go of it.
I don’t know what this is. Maybe it’s just my body remembering what it felt like to be a child, tucked in, sleeping tight with a stone in her hand. Maybe it’s the crystals doing their magic. Maybe it’s a combination. I have no idea, but I’m going with it anyway, simply because it feels right.
And it makes sense, doesn’t it? To spend the night healing with the crystals, cleansing the aura or getting grounded?
Have you tried it? Or do you have any theories about this? I’m deeply fascinated, and dying to know. 🙂