My crystal skull has been hiding since we moved a few months ago. No worries; based on previous experience I am positive it will emerge from its secret hiding place when the time is right.
My first real adventure with a crystal was a long time ago in a faraway place (late 1970’s in the Ottawa valley, Canada). I had read about a fun way to cleanse my first crystal - a new rose quartz. Ok, the rose quartz was new to me, certainly not “new”. The average rose quartz crystal is, so they say, 1,700 million years old. Also mind boggling for some reason: their pink coloration comes from titanium.
The instructions were to bury the crystal for at least a week, but preferably as long as one full cycle of the moon, ie one 27-day trip around the Earth. And then I was to bring it forth from the earth ceremoniously, with the feeling that a new child had come into my life.
I knew of a place not far from my home for the rose quartz to enjoy an undisturbed retreat. Overgrown by trees and barely visible alongside a path lined with trees, was a broken cedar rail fence. I reached in under what was left of the fence, found a soft spot, dug a hole, tucked in the rose quartz and perhaps most importantly - marked the spot. About a month later, I returned, excitement increasing with each step as I got closer and closer to the spot where the rose quartz lay in wait for me. Kneeling, I uncovered it from the earth, scooped it up to my heart in both hands, feeling an ecstatic surge in welcoming the rose quartz into my life. And then, suddenly came the feeling of being watched. I looked up.
A white tailed deer was standing above me on the other side of the fence. I was still kneeling. She seemed huge. Deer in that part of the world are about 4’ tall at the shoulder. We held eye contact for at least one minute of wonderment for me until she nonchalantly turned, took two steps and vanished into the trees.
What a ceremony that turned out to be! I kept that rose quartz nearby for many years, until the day someone needed it more.
So, back to the crystal skull.
Despite being drawn to them for various reasons from time to time over the years, I’d never had or worked with a crystal skull. While reading Joe Mancini’s “how to” booklet called Crystal Skulls: Old/New Tools for Transformation, I understood why I’d never brought one home: Crystal skulls need special care, handling and preparation. It was imperative for me to read a training manual. So, now feeling ready I decided to keep an eye out for one in my travels.
About a month later, Patrick and I decided on a whim to visit a favorite ‘new age’ shop, as a break from routine. He saw several in a display case and called me over. After some back and forth as to which one I might like, I chose the skull that we both liked the most. It was rose quartz, so fitting somehow. Brought it home, and buried it just outside the house in a soft spot under some trees.
About 10 days later, unexpectedly, a crew of workers arrived to make repairs outside the house, disturbing the spot where the crystal was snoozing, ultimately making it impossible to find. I looked everywhere in the vicinity of the original location. It did seem odd that it would be gone, but there was nothing to be done about it. Maybe it would turn up some day.
It did. Pat saw it peeking out of the earth a couple of weeks later, not far from where I’d put it, and called me to come and see. With an ecstatic happy feeling, I picked it up saying, “There you are!!”, holding it up to receive Pat’s grin too.
Obviously, the crystal skull had wanted us both there for that moment, just like when it found us in the store.
Then we moved house. It was packed SO carefully. And will turn up when it’s ready. Then I’ll ask it to smile for the camera, and place the photo here.