Singing Crystals

I’m a crystal therapist and I say – yes they can. You just have to learn to listen.

If you allow yourself to tune into crystal energy you are opening yourself to a whole new world of magic and joy. Crystals first and foremost come into your life to bring you joy in whatever way and capacity that is appropriate to you. It may be simply the pleasure of their beauty that lifts your spirits or the touch of them that gives you comfort. I can’t think of, see or touch crystals without smiling and I know I am not alone.

I have had three crystal shops in different towns in Scotland and never tired of seeing the expressions on people’s faces when studying the crystals on display.

My first shop was in a very busy shopping center in a rather depressed town with lots of out of work ex-miners – even the most cynical and hard-faced never left my space without at least touching one crystal and as often as not went out lighter than they came in no matter if they bought something or not – and they came back often bringing me samples they had found deep underground in days gone by.

My next was in a small alley opposite a noisy pub and I frequently had “drunks” drop in “just tae hae a look” who left clutching a touchstone of some description.

My last was in my home village and introduced me to many people in the village who had never had the courage to approach me before.

In all, the abiding memory is of people, of faces and experiences that were always enhanced by the crystals. Like the day Mary came into my life, this very tall lady in her early 40s opened the door and walked in with the biggest smile I have ever seen. I had never met her before but instantly recognized a kindred spirit.

Or the day David walked into my shop closed the door behind him and breathed a sigh of relief. He never talked much but he became a frequent visitor and spent hours with the crystals.

My friends are well used to me speaking of the crystals as sentient beings and we’ve had a lot of funny encounters. At health fair where a friend was helping me with my stall she admired a blue howlite egg, I said, “it”s dyed’ and was extremely puzzled when she was very sympathetic to me, until I realized she thought I had said it had died. We howled and every time I looked at her or at the egg I couldn’t control the laughter. Needless to say the egg was promptly presented to her.