Chakras & Stones

Hmm. I saw this quiz in jenk’s jour­nal, and I took it again on a whim.

Root: under-active (-25%)
Sacral: open (25%)
Navel: under-active (-19%)
Heart: under-active (0%)
Throat: open (56%)
Third Eye: open (19%)
Crown: under-active (0%)

Back on May 23, I had tak­en it and did­n’t think it was very accurate.
Root: under-active (-56%)
Sacral: open (13%)
Navel: under-active (-6%)
Heart: under-active (-25%)
Throat: open (50%)
Third Eye: open (13%)
Crown: under-active (0%)

I had thought that I’d made changes that might give dif­fer­ent results this time, and I have—if the test is valid at all, the results show some change towards open­ness for every­thing but the crown chakra.

I don’t know much about chakras in gen­er­al, but that throat chakra seems to be the one that’s most active for me accord­ing to anoth­er online test, too—not ter­ri­bly sur­pris­ing for a writer, I suppose.

I have a crys­tal that came to me on a whol­ly unplanned shop­ping trip dur­ing a dri­ve I did­n’t intend to take and was­n’t sure why I did, in a shop I was nev­er able to find again. It was on the north side of Roswell, but I could­n’t tell you much more. I did look for it again, though! This was back around 1989 or so. It’s clear quartz with one small flaw at the tip, and has sev­en bands with semi-pre­cious stones set in them. It’s sup­posed to be a “chakra bal­anc­ing crys­tal.” In any case, it was my favorite. Two years ago, I had a sud­den whim and loaned it to a friend who was being stalked by a for­mer SO. We’d just done a bind­ing cer­e­mo­ny with him, and for some rea­son, it felt like he should wear it. He wore it for sev­er­al weeks, and then it sud­den­ly slipped right out of its bands right after he saw the for­mer SO for the last time.

He returned it to me lat­er, and I’ve kept it. I’d like to have it repaired, but most jew­el­ry stores just seem the wrong place to take it for repair. I miss it.

I’ve enjoyed han­dling stones since I was a child. I had quite a rock col­lec­tion when I was in ele­men­tary school—probably not impres­sive to any­one else, but they were all sam­ples I’d found myself, none bought. I gave it to my broth­er and he tossed it lat­er on (lit­tle shit). I espe­cial­ly loved obsidian—the way it would break, how sharp the edges were, the cir­cu­lar pat­terns… I found a lot of obsid­i­an as a kid, although I was repeat­ed­ly told that it was­n’t pos­si­ble for me to be find­ing obsid­i­an in Alaba­ma and Geor­gia because there’s nev­er been any vol­canic activ­i­ty here. After I start­ed lis­ten­ing to those peo­ple, I did­n’t find any more. I wish I could for­get what they said!

I remem­ber lov­ing to vis­it a lady who lived near Aunt Short because she had a bowl full of pol­ished stones sit­ting on her cof­fee table. I could have run my hands through them and stud­ied indi­vid­ual stones for hours. I was­n’t allowed to, though—she had a kid about my age, and I was sup­posed to be there play­ing with her. She was a brat, but I kept going back for the stones! I tried to explain how they all felt dif­fer­ent, once—I did­n’t make that mis­take again.

My par­ents gave me a tum­bler that year for Christ­mas. It was quick­ly rel­e­gat­ed to Dad­dy’s work­shop at the back edge of our yard, but it was still too loud there so I was­n’t allowed to use it but once. It dis­ap­peared after that. They still men­tion “that damned rock thing” from time to time.