The Stone Talker
One of the Ancient Tales Channeled Through the Crystalline Collective
Hello luvs! I thank you for waiting patiently for the next “Crystal Codes” offering. l joyfully split my time between writing, and creating for my mystery school, and the birthing of PRIMER followed by open enrolment for the fall received the better portion of that time.
While I promise more from “The Moldavite Codes” is coming, today I have a wee tale to share that was told to me by an elestial traveler (yes, crystals tell stories!), some of which (but not all) I shared to my school newsletter community in August.
There’s a mystery teaching at the end - I hope this sparks some magic in your soul✨
My amethyst elestial “traveler”, named as such because it is a “key” opening doorways to many, many realms. Isn’t it beautiful?
The Stone Talker: An Ancient Crystal Tale
There was once a time of great cataclysm upon the Earth.
The sky darkened, the ground shook, and the oceans overran, flooding the world.
As the waters receded, a girl stood alone.
Dark sky above her, soggy earth beneath her. No stars to guide her. No one to love.
Cold. Alone.
She sought refuge in a cave and prayed - though she knew not to whom - for a sign. Or a miracle. Anything. To light her way forward…
Then, there in the craggy moss, a twinkling. Not of a star above, but below, nestled in soft soil.
A crystal.
As she held the crystal it shone with a gentle light, and it sang a sweet song to her heart, and she was no longer alone.
Through her crystal she felt a whispering of voices:
Of the wise ones deep down within the Earth. Waiting, waiting.
And of the bright ones up high, dancing in the starlight. Waiting, waiting.
And she asked what they were waiting for, and they replied: “You. There is a magic within you dear one, and we have been waiting, waiting for you to remember it.
Waiting for you to bring light to this world again.”
And upon hearing this the crystal’s light became her light, and its heartsong her heartsong, and within her stirred the memory of her ancestors, of the mysteries of her own soul, and her magic reawakened.
She no longer feared the things lurking in the dark – they feared her.
She no longer prayed for the dawn – it returned.
She no longer searched for food – she made it grow.
She no longer craved love – it came.
She no longer felt alone, for she was connected to all things, and that connection nurtured her very soul.
And she no longer walked endlessly without purpose, or hope, or wisdom, because she now heard the crystal whispers, and they guided her everywhere she needed to go, and they answered her heart’s deepest questions.
She was a stone talker.
And so are you, my friend.
The answers, the light, the guidance, and the medicine you seek can all be carried in the palm of your hand. And your magic? Well, that you’ve carried all along…
The Mystery Teaching:
Crystals are singers of the Earth. They carry the songs of the stars and of Creation.
They sing to your blood and the wisdom you carry in your bones.
Who did you dream of being, before all of this began?
What was your heart’s innermost wish?
What was your soul’s plan?
Don’t despair if you have forgotten – people have forgotten many things – but the stones sang to you because it’s time for you to remember.
Dear one: there are codes in your DNA that carry every miracle, and that can light the spark of remembrance in your mind. As you reflect upon this truth feel how it vibrates in your body.
Feel how the knowing creeps back into your soul.
Today we share with you a medicine stone and a practice to help you remember:
There is a blue stone in your keeping – dark blue or light, you already know the one – it will feel right as you hold it in the palm of your hand.
Hold it to your heart and ask to open to its song.
Don’t try to direct it – you are that child in the dark – greet it as the friend you longed for.
Sit with it until you feel, see, or hear its melody, and then sit with it often.
Don’t rush it (the ancients never rushed anything),
and don’t expect miracles (because they only happen for those who believe).
Choose to believe, dear one, and your dream will return to you.
The miracles you already carry inside will open to you.
And you will be the stone talker again.
