Crystals and Rubies

You would think that gems are gems, but really they are not. There is one major difference between those tiny, expensive stones in the windows of jewelry stores at the crystals that decorate many people’s homes, especially those of the “New Age” school of thought.

Unlike crystals, precious gems are flawless. They are perfect. They are little droplets of geometric and aesthetic purity and regulation.

In other words, they are not like us.

They are closer to heaven than to Earth, and we here on heaven need something we can relate to. Crystals are beautiful and rare. They strike us with awe and invoke wonder. However, they are not so rare or so even that they feel foreign to our fleshy frames. When a person holds a crystal, they hold something similar to themselves.

They hold something that is a good balance between heavenly and earthly.

Furthermore, if you work with crystals that have flaws, they are extra special because they are

Self Healing

Self healing means that although they encountered flaws or grime, they continued to form and mineralize in their true structure. They might have absorbed some things that distract from their pure color…. just like us. Just like a human being.

So when you wear a crystal, whether it be quartz, amethyst, labradorite, jade, or celestine, know that you are touching something that has been through a lot but came out beautiful.

I highly recommend checking out your nearest crystal shop and picking up some stones.

See how they make you feel!

Trust your intuition.

Self-Healing Quartz

It might not make sense for you right away, but over time, if you keep trying, the crystals will begin to teach you things.

In my experience with fine jewelry, its not quite the same. The rubies and emeralds feel good, but they don’t feel like they are communicating. They are existing in a parallel world of perfection, unlike crystals which are also straddling the divine.

Ironically, I was going to a crystal convention where all the dealers come out and show their collections when I popped a tire. I was going to the show because I was having some trouble in school and needed good luck, when poof! There went my tire. I didn’t stop right away and then I heard the bottom of my car scrape against the road.

I don’t know how I did it, but I caused some damage.

I called a tow truck company which is now my new best friend and they came out and helped me. Are you ready for the magical punchline? When we got to the auto mechanic, there were crystals on the reception desk. I’d never seen anything like that! It wasn’t a massage parlor or yoga studio, mind you.

So I knew that I was on the right path and in the right place.

The lesson came through loud and clear: crystals will be where you need them. And you will appreciate them even more. I am grateful to have had this insight. ¬†I was able to go to the crystal show the next day, but that was almost unnecessary. I knew that no matter where I went, I couldn’t avoid what I am meant to be seeing.

 

The Pharaoh Hatshepsut

What makes a Queen into a PHAROH?

A lot. It takes desire. Will. Guts.

It takes wisdom. Patience. Courage.

It takes experience. Connections. Resources.

It also takes…

a beard.

From Queen to Pharaoh
From Queen to Pharaoh

If you’ve every heard of Hatshepsut, you’ve probably heard lots about her life. It’s hard to hear just a little bit about her and then stop. For some reason, a movie hasn’t been made about her life yet, but I’m sure it will soon for no other reason than every time I think of a great idea for a movie, it comes out in theaters a year later. But I digress.

Hatshepsut was raised to be a queen. With her royal blood and small family, she was groomed as a child to make decisions with dignity. She was raised learning the working of the Empire she called home. When her parents both died, she was left with most of the responsibility but without the title, for her little brother was actually supposed to succeed their parents. Why? Because he had a penis. And back in those days, that’s how these things went.

Well, not only did Hatshepsut maintain queenship instead of passing it off to a less qualified but more supported male: she proclaimed that she was Pharaoh! And not only that but that she was married to none other than G-O-D.

This marked the beginning of a time of great plenty in Egypt. She build grand building that are still standing today, and ares poems of splendor and longevity. She ran campaigns that went further from Egypt than any Pharaoh before her, and her armies brought back new riches in the forms of spices, plants, stones, and even fish!

Recently, they even confirmed which mummified body belonged to her, and it is carefully preserved. This is one chick with majooooorrr staying power.

What I think is most fascinating is the way she balanced femininity and masculinity.

Hatshepsut was undoubtedly feminine. She was God’s wife! That means she was essentially deferring her self as the focus, and defining herself in respect to her husband: God. She was not saying,

“I am the most powerful!” she was saying, “I love and loyally serve that which is beyond the power and goodness of anything we can imagine.”

Simultaneously, she wore a beard. She wore the headdress of a Pharaoh.

How did she reconcile these two things?

She simply did it. She fulfilled the requirements to state and “played the fame game” by wearing the official¬†uniform. Like a politician wears a tie to give a state-of-the-union address. And she wore it for God! So that she could more fully serve her higher power, her higher purpose, her kingdom of Egypt and the greater kingdom in heaven.

She wears the beard like it is jewelry, because in fact, it is. Even when the male pharaohs wore the headpieces, they were decorative! So it makes me realize that any object at all that we choose to wear is a symbol. It is used to emphasize an idea. Hatshepsut, the wife of God, wore the idea of power in a man’s world, with a Mona Lisa smile on her noble face.