Guardians of Knowledge, Weavers of Story
Nature connection, crystal healing workshop, a walk on the beach, collecting stones and messages from the spiders
Rocks and waters, etc., are words of God, and so are men. We all flow from one fountain Soul. All are expressions of one Love. ~John Muir
A Weekend Away ~ The Crystal Healing Workshop
The year 2012 was the year the Mayan calendar supposedly abruptly ended; to many signifying the end of the world. Well, we are still here but I’ve heard lots of crazy stories about people’s 2012 heralding in some quite difficult changes. My 2012 story would have made a bestseller for Stephen King—literally. I felt a piece of me leave my body. It culminated when Superstorm Sandy came into Mystic, washed away all the mess, transported one person to prison, and left me with quite a bit of damage. I moved to my parent’s house, inland a bit, for the next 2 years.
A good thing that came out of it all was I started a new business at the end of 2012, Mystic Zen Healing Jewelry. With a combination of Reiki and gemstones, I specialized in healing jewelry for 11 years. When I came across a Facebook post about an Atlantean Crystal Healing Workshop to take place in the spring of 2013, I registered.
A weekend away to decompress in Portland, Maine. To hopefully reclaim my spirit. Most of it didn’t go smoothly. I even got stuck in an elevator, in an unmanned parking garage, alone with a woman who “pushed my buttons” all weekend. I stayed in Ogunquit where most everything was closed, April is off-season. After a delicious breakfast the next day, I hiked down to the beach.
A Walk on the Beach
From my journal entry: “I spent the night in Ogonquit. Next morning walked along the beach. A gorgeous day, warm and sunny. Totally at peace. Picked up a few beach stones and got the message: we hold ancient knowledge to share but we get looked over/passed by as healing stones because we aren’t as showy as crystals. They want to work with and share with me.”
An interesting message after working with crystals all weekend. Writing up this post yielded a deeper meaning to this message; I feel like the plain beach stones. And I may be feeling inferior to the “showy crystals” [better writers]. Huh.
Wild Waves at the Lighthouse
More from the journal: “Heading home I followed close to the shore along the back roads. Such beauty.
Sat on the rocks at the lighthouse in York. Watched the waves crashing and swirling around the rocks. All of a sudden it was as though the essence of the ocean entered into me. My spirit came back. I was in-spirited. I was able to hear the voice of Nature again! And feel. Tears flowed.”
I remember breathing with the motion of the waves. On one inhale, I felt my body fill with love. I don’t know how else to describe it. Nature is a powerful healer.
Spiders, the Guardians of Knowledge
The last destination I wanted to stop at was York Beach, Maine. I remembered it as a child. It wasn’t the same. I wasn’t the same. It seemed much more commercial than I remembered. And the sunny warm early spring day brought out crowds. Disappointed, I drove on. But at the very far end, I saw no one, just rocks. I “had to” stop, there was an almost urgency to do so. After parking the car, I hopped the stone wall and sat on a huge mound of wave and sand-polished rocks. I was where I was meant to be. The sound of the waves washing over, and tumbling the rocks around, was mesmerizing.
Picking through the stones, I remembered the message from Ogunquit Beach “we want to work with you and share with you.” The stones were letting me know which ones to collect.
I noticed a spider darting in and out of the stones. I got up and saw spiders crawling all over the mound where I was sitting, scurrying in and out from between the stones. I would not be exaggerating to say at least 100 of them. It took a lot of them to catch my attention so I wouldn’t miss their message. “We are guardians of the knowledge, weaving the threads together into a story.”
I knew the stones I collected held specific knowledge or energy for “me”. If I had selected different stones, it wouldn’t be the same. Maybe it was ego but I felt those spiders were protecting those stones, just for that divine moment in time. Most people would have run off the beach and left the stones behind. It was a creepy scene. I walked down the beach “knowing” there was one more stone for me. Once I found it, I was content to leave. Right before I got to the wall, I saw a tiny heart-shaped rock sitting on a larger one—so I would notice, I’m sure.
And?
I wasn’t just picking up the “pretty” or unique stones. I was being guided to the ones that wanted to be with me. They have been resting in an antique Native American basket since that weekend. I’m the only one to have touched them so their energy would be preserved. They recently got rinsed (cleansed) and now wait on my oak writing table. Maybe there won’t be a full story coming through them, maybe there will. There is a reason I have them.
This wasn’t a story I planned on sharing. It doesn’t feel like much and almost thrown together. Maybe they wanted to be seen and close to me again.
Have you ever experienced healing in Nature? Received messages? Do you have something sacred on your writing table? Let’s connect in the comments.
You may also be interested in How To and Why Keep a Spiritual Journal
Peace & Blessings,
This post is why I started Sacred Environment:
You can read all my previous posts in the archives.
If something I wrote sparked some inspiration or brightened your day a little, or anything else you’d like to share… I’d be very grateful to hear about it in the comments, restack or click the little heart 💚 for a “like”.
Nature is so healing
I have many fond memories of York Beach and the lighthouse, which we visited often when we lived in New Hampshire, between 2001 and 2006. It did not seem so commercial then, nothing like Hampton Beach, which I found too busy. Of course the water at York took some getting used to. Refreshing on a hot July day.