I started collecting crystals in August of 2014. I have a collection of amethyst, multiple types of quartz, charoite, jasper, turquoise and so on. But my favorite of all time is rose quartz. I have a teeny collection of rose quartz that includes a few small, quarter-size gems, a raw cut quartz, and a polished orb of quartz that fits perfectly in the palm of my hand. The first time I saw it, I was at a spiritual shop in my hometown of Encinitas, California. It was a tiny little guy but caught my attention immediately. The color, like a pale rose petal, was encapsulating. Behind the stone was a little card that explained what the stone represented. Rose quartz is the stone of unconditional love. It’s the crystal of the heart, of peace, and feminine energy. I felt an instant connection to it and immediately made my purchase.
I kept it next to my bed and kept an eye out for others of it’s kind. Throughout the months I only found two others that I truly liked. I can be very picky with my stones and if it doesn’t feel right, I figure I can go without.
Fast forward to a flee market in the center of Carlsbad, California. I have been spending the day with some friends who were in town from Brussels. We got lost in the labyrinth of stalls, selling everything from pretzels to neck massagers and mala beads. But what do we stumble across but an old Thai man selling crystals? I looked around just for the fun of it but I hadn’t brought any money with me. My friend turns to me, with a big pink stone in her hand. “I’d like to buy this for you.” At first, I declined politely. She insisted again, saying that she would like to get me a gift. I couldn’t resist at that point. How weird was it that she would pick my favorite stone out of at least fifty other types? I went home with a smile on my face and slept with that stone under my pillow for at least four months straight. I held it in my hand during class, kept it in my pocket when I went about my day, or just left it in my bag.
I always felt it’s presence. I always knew that it was with me and I felt like I was becoming a happier person. It reminded me to treat people with love and kindness. I felt peaceful when it was with me. I trusted in the power of the stone. But even if all of this was made up by some wiseass a hundred years ago, it still is real to me. Even if it really is all just a bunch of bologna, I feel it in my soul. My stones, however small they are, make me feel better. By treating the stone as if it truly is powerful, I have made it powerful for myself.
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