It wasn’t till many years later that my obsessive rock collecting would lead to an understanding of what they were trying to tell me!
Convalescing from an unexpected rupture of a blood vessel in the brain, I grew bored and, looking for something not too physically taxing to while away the hours, decided to sign up for a course at a local crystal shop. My interest was, at that time, purely scientific. I had studied geology for a year at University as one of my minor subjects, but had never gotten as far as crystals.
Shortly into day one, I realised my mistake. Too polite to just leave, I listened as the group were taken through a series of discussions on the nature of colour, crystal energy, chakras, and all things new age and completely unrelated to my naive expectations of the course.
Nearing the end of the day we were carrying out a meditation exercise, using crystals that we found “unattractive”. It must have been getting into that zone that did it…
Having completed the initial meditation, the tutor came round to give us a second crystal to work with. Dropping it into my hand, I was stunned to feel it burn my palm. Not only that, but its heat was so intense that it melted through my hand and fell to the floor.
Shaken out of the meditative state, I started to look around for the dropped crystal, only to get a further surprise to find it sitting in the centre of my palm. An apparently innocuous lump of ruby sat there. It would have smirked if it could…
From that moment, I was hooked, and spent almost every day of the remaining three months of my convalescence learning about subtle bodies, energy healing and the properties associated with each crystal that I could afford to acquire. Being of a scientific bent, I soaked up books on crystal formation, the physical and chemical properties of minerals, as well as their standard commercial use.
Somehow, despite years of interest in the esoteric arts, I had missed the point when it came to the applied aspects of such study.