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Thursday 6 June 2013

Romance In The Stone

Schiehallion quartz inside sandstone - "It looks like snow"


I sent you a piece of white quartzite from a Scottish mountain. I knew you would find it beautiful, but I didn’t imagine it would ignite you in such an extraordinary way. I knew nothing of its healing qualities or powers when I sent it. But I do now.

The mountain is called Schiehallion. Its  Gaelic translation is ‘The Fairy Hill of The Caledonians’ – sometimes also called ‘The Magic Mountain’.

Already you have dreamed of this place and some interesting characters, when you slept with the stone under your pillow.

I wanted to share with anyone who is interested - your response to receiving this little piece of magic. It shows to me, that you see the world through the eyes of someone who believes in magic.

That is more special than words can possibly convey xxx

“I was so thrilled by this gift. I can honestly say that the minute I closed my palm around it I could feel YOU but I could feel something so much older than either of us.  But what a clear bright bit of magic it feels like!

It was positively ringing.  I am not kidding.  I held it in my hand and had a vision of the mountain top.  I felt the ages and ages of sun up and sun downs baked right into its very fabric.  Felt the highlands air and saw and felt the elemental spirits or sprites that had been part of its heritage.   How very amazing.   No I'm not kidding.

I felt energy from this that just does not belong to today.  I absolutely felt your energy and your own joy wrapped around it like a layer - but in all honesty, I felt other energy which was shocking but pleasant.  Playful sprites.  Playful fairies.    I am familiar with for really elemental spirits and sprites having encountered some in my life - and this was most definitely that.   This is one of the purest things I've ever touched.  So unsullied and unworried by the last several centuries of man's fuss and bother.  

This stone knew nothing of the ages of war of man.  Not at all.  It existed in sun and rain and shine and snows and heat and cold.  Nothing to whisper over it but the air and BEING.   Incredible.  

I know that sounds kind of crazy but I'm telling you this is what I saw and sensed the moment I closed my hands around it.  And what's cool is I sent to you the video of the exact moment I did that.  

So so so so so so so special!    Aside from it's actual metaphysical properties, it is just the most wonderful gift.

Thank you so much for giving it to me.  

Knowing that you chose it (or it chose you) and that you were up there thinking of me when you took it is just the most touching thing.  That you did this for me is really something.   I shall always think of you to see this stone.

I won't ever forget where it came from and from whom it came from.  This is exactly the kind of gift I love.  It's right up my alley and I know you know that.  

It is a piece of Scotland.  The country where we both share heritage.  How wonderful is that?  But again I say I can't get it out of my mind how that you determined to collect this special thing just for me and then sent it to me.

     Now you'll think I'm crazy but I am going to sleep with my stone tonight.  It'll make me feel just that much closer to you.  It's a very cool memento of this trip that you have taken up Schiehallion.  

I might leave it in my bed for quite some time.  The feel of it is something else.  Did you feel anything off of it at all?  Or would that have been hard to tell because you were entirely surrounded in the atmosphere of such magic?”