Snowflake Obsidian

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After I was given a large container of stones and beads by an angel at a thrift store (read that story here: http://www.rubbertrampartist.com/2016/01/02/bead-angel/), I started learning about the metaphysical properties of different shiny rocks from the Jewelry Lady’s copy of Love is in the Earth: a Kaleidoscope of Crystals by Melody. (For more information about Love is in the Earth go here:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/253102.Love_is_in_the_Earth?from_search=true&search_version=service.)

Among the stones I was given were bars of snowflake obsidian. I learned from Love is in the Earth that snowflake obsidian is good for helping to break patterns that are no longer useful. (The Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/notes/clubmojancom/metaphysical-descriptions-of-gemstones-descriptions-are-from-love-is-in-the-eart/150072162592/ gives short “metaphysical descriptions of gemstones from Love is in the Earth: a Kaleidoscope of Crystals.” The following is the description of snowflake obsidian given there:

It allows one to recognize the unnecessary pattern [sic] which remain in ones life and to re-design ones [sic] thought patters [sic] to provide relief from undesired conditions. It is the stone of purity and balance to the body, mind , and spirit.)

The book also said (although I haven’t been able to find documentation on the internet) the stone is good for helping a person embrace solitude when that’s the situation being faced.

I knew I definitely needed to break some patterns, and I needed to embrace my solitude, so I made myself a bracelet from some hemp and one of the snowflake obsidian bars.

I wasn’t really pleased by the way the finished bracelet looked, but I wore it anyway because I felt as if I needed the energy of the stone. I wore the bracelet all the time; I only took it off for my infrequent showers. As the days passed, I felt as if I were breaking patterns that no longer served me, as well as learning from and even enjoying my abundant time alone. Did the snowflake obsidian make those changes happen? I don’t know. Maybe the stone was simply a physical reminder of some areas of my life that needed improvement. In any case, I was glad for the positive changes.

One day I looked down and noticed that while the bracelet was still on my wrist, the stone had broken apart and was in two pieces. I thought it had broken along the line of the holes drilled in it, but upon closer inspection, I realized the break was nowhere near the holes. I could not determine the cause of the break.

Maybe you’ve broken your patterns, the Jewelry Lady said.

The next time I went to town, I bought some super glue. I glued the two pieces of the snowflake obsidian bar together and continued to wear the bracelet.

Days later, I looked down and again the stone was in two pieces.

Damn cheap glue, I grumbled, but when I looked closely at the stone, I saw the break was in a new spot. The original break was still held together by the glue.

I think the stone really was trying to tell me the no-longer-useful patterns were broken. It certainly felt that way to me.

(Later, my friend Em, who receives messages from angels and knows so much about spirituality told me I should have buried the stone the first time it broke.)

About Blaize Sun

My name is Blaize Sun. Maybe that's the name my family gave me; maybe it's not. In any case, that's the name I'm using here and now. I've been a rubber tramp for nearly a decade.I like to see places I've never seen before, and I like to visit the places I love again and again. For most of my years on the road, my primary residence was my van. For almost half of the time I was a van dweller, I was going it alone. Now my (male) partner and I (a woman) have a travel trailer we can pull with our truck. We have a little piece of property, and when we're not traveling, we park our little camper there. I was a work camper in a remote National Forest recreation area on a mountain for four seasons. I was a camp host and parking lot attendant for two seasons and wrote a book about my experiences called Confessions of a Work Camper: Tales from the Woods. During the last two seasons as a work camper on that mountain, I was a clerk in a campground store. I'm also a house and pet sitter, and I pick up odd jobs when I can. I'm primarily a writer, but I also create beautiful little collages; hand make hemp jewelry and warm, colorful winter hats; and use my creative and artistic skills to decorate my life and brighten the lives of others. My goal (for my writing and my life) is to be real. I don't like fake, and I don't want to share fake. I want to share my authentic thoughts and feelings. I want to give others space and permission to share their authentic selves. Sometimes I think the best way to support others is to leave them alone and allow them to be. I am more than just a rubber tramp artist. I'm fat. I'm funny. I'm flawed. I try to be kind. I'm often grouchy. I am awed by the stars in the dark desert night. I hope my writing moves people. If my writing makes someone laugh or cry or feel angry or happy or troubled or comforted, I have done my job. If my writing makes someone think and question and try a little harder, I've done my job. If my writing opens a door for someone, changes a life, I have done my job well. I hope you enjoy my blog posts, my word and pictures, the work I've done to express myself in a way others will understand. I hope you appreciate the time and energy I put into each post. I hope you will click the like button each time you like what you have read. I hope you will share posts with the people in your life. I hope you'll leave a comment and share your authentic self with me and this blog's other readers. Thank you for reading.  A writer without readers is very sad indeed.

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