The stone that jumped...
In our neurofeedback office, we have clients spending 20 or more hours each, working through whatever emotional healing they may need – be it anxiety, stress, trauma, grief – you get the idea. In the corner on a little pedestal we have a candle with various crystals and stones around it. Some are ‘programed’ to help absorb some of the dense energy our clients may be giving off, while others like citrine or lithium are given to them to hold for emotional support, a few have the special task of being held and ‘dumped into’ energetically during a specific visualization where the client releases into the stone all that is not serving them anymore. Perhaps sadness or specific events that hold hardship, whatever people feel they need to let go of they intend for this willing stone to take it for them, it’s all of dense energy and stones are similarly dense, ancient helpers who also give a tangible weight for our clients to identify with. Afterward we are always careful to smudge, extract, cleanse and thank this stone.
One day, as I passed one of these stones to a client, I felt it had had enough. It just didn't seem as willing anymore. I passed it to a couple of my colleagues to feel out and they all confirmed it felt tired and needed a break. I am lucky enough to live near a most beautiful waterfall with local legends speaking to it’s rejuvenating and spiritually cleansing powers. The gals in my office and I figured this stone deserved to retire within these waters and perhaps a new stone would offer up it’s ability and be willing to come on an adventure back to the office with me.
After work as I walked toward the rushing water of the falls with the stone in my pocket, I began thinking of how I would further thank this stone for all its hard work, envisioned a ceremonial moment connecting with the land and water here, the stone… and at this point I was just stepping to the waters edge when I heard the very distinctive sound of stone hitting wood. BONK! I turned just in time to see our beloved stone disappear between two logs into a crevice where no one could ever reach it. KER-PLUNK! into the water traveling under the logs. Ahhhh! It certainly wanted it’s retirement in such a beautiful place! Well that was that. No ceremony and pomp needed. The matter was taken into the hands of the spirit of the stone who didn’t want to bother waiting a moment longer than it needed to. I couldn't help but laugh. Laugh at the entire event that would seem so bizarre to many, laugh at the spontaneity of spirit and laugh at how sometimes we humans get all wrapped up in doing things ‘just right’ with a lot more fuss than perhaps is required. Then I laughed at the thought of telling my friends at work who would want to know of it’s send off.
A new stone did volunteer to come back with me. I was sure to be specific about the task at hand and this new stone felt full of energy and was raring to go.
The gals at the office felt so too when they met – after they had a laugh.
A bean feasa of Gaelic heritage shares stories & insights from her animist and 'shamanic' practice on the West Coast of Canada.