I love crystals and gemstones. I enjoy the feel of them, the energy they radiate and the power within them. I have tried to bring to you in the writing that follows the information that I have collected thus far on crystals and gemstones, as well as how I came to know them. How to clear them, how to program them as well as how to choose them can all be found on this & my other crystals pages. Enjoy and remember to only do things that "feel" right to "you"!
I would like to begin by stating that I am merely a novice at both the web pages and crystals & gemstones. I simply wish to share the information that I do have, with others. Please be sure to research thoroughly anything that you see here on these pages. As with any topic, we are always learning and can easily make mistakes. I have been using crystals since I was about fifteen years old. My Mother has had crystals in her home for a long time. Even before I experienced my first touch of a crystal, my Mother had taught me to look at all inanimate objects as living things with energy of their own.

Although my Mother was a Christian and raised us as such, she also raised us to respect, experience, and open our souls and hearts to whatever God and the Universe had to offer us. We would go on long nature walks as a child and she would teach us that everything that we picked up, touched or saw, had the energies of God and the Universe through it, around it, in it and under it. I know......to some this seems silly, but growing up on a very remote farm, with no hydro, running water, etc., this kind of thing seemed natural to us. We would collect rocks for hours from the rocky banks of the creek that we lived on. Always first, my Mother would tell us " now make sure that you asked the rocks permission to be taken to your home, it may not want to go". We would close our eyes , hold the rock in our little hands and open ourselves to the rocks energy. Usually saying something totally child like, such as 'Mr. Rock you really want to come home with me don't you?' Allowing it to send us its response. I don't expect everyone out there to understand this, but it was a very happy time for me in a childhood filled with turmoil, mistrust and disruption.

Anyway, as I grew older, I of course forgot about these times in my life, or shall we say I "stored" them away. After all, I had to have my mind clear so that I could be a very bad rebellious teenager, (making my Mother's life a living hell), and this kind of thing might have gotten in the way.....teehee. As I grew into that stage of huge responsibilities and commitments called adulthood, I began to re-experience these kinds of things. They became more and more profound as time went by and then on May 3rd, 1998 my Grandfather passed away of bone cancer.

Bone cancer is a very painful disease, he was very lucky in that his pain was only in his last months, but he had lost all use of his lower extremities. I would go and relieve my Grandmother as often as I could and massage him and try and send my energy to him in colored rays and such like my mom had taught me as a kid when some animal was hurt. While I did that, he would in exchange tell me wonderful stories of our ancestors and what it was like when he was a child. My Grandfather was what you would call an old minded trapper and although in his earlier days he would have scoffed at my 'odd' way of massage, the knowledge that you are dying tends to open our minds very wide. We developed a bond that we had never had when I was a child. As I said, he passed away. My fourteen year old son was his pride and joy, and they were very close. As I walked down that very same creek that I walked as a child, telling him that his Great Grandpa had passed away, I bent down to pick up a rock and was suddenly slammed with this feeling and a voice that said, "you never once used a stone". It was an awakening. I looked at my son and told him that never once in all those massages with me sending him all the energy I had, did I ever use a crystal like my Mother does. He just looked at me, smiling through his tears and shook his head, " you and 'Mawa' are weird". We never spoke of it again. No, I do not blame myself for his passing, nor do I believe that I could have changed the timing of what was already in motion, but in a flood of 'emotions' I remembered.
Gentle Blessings,
Indigo