I never put too much stock in crystals and their properties. I viewed them as just another “New Age” retail item. The Other-Half and I were at our local Occult shop and he picked up a couple crystals. I felt like he was wasting his money. I had never experienced the “wonder” of crystals and since I had not experienced it, I didn’t believe it to be true. He slept with these crystals every night under his pillow, and carried them in his pocket every day. I have no room to judge his endearing quirks and beliefs since he has been so patient and understanding while I try to fully understand my path as a Medium.
When I was 14 years old, my uncle passed away. He was my Dad’s older brother and I did not know him too well. When he passed, my older brother asked for my uncle’s yellow tiger’s eye ring he always wore. My Grandmother, not wanting me to feel left out, bought me a blue tiger’s eye ring at the same time. The bright, white-gold band had triangles cut into them, and diamonds lay in their place. Honestly, to a fourteen year old, that ring was hideous. I wore it to the funeral and that was about it. I lost track of where I had kept it, and honestly thought I had lost it somewhere in my parent’s house.
Skipping back to modern day, post crystal buying. My Grandmother has not been in the physical world for about seven years, but does visit just to check in from time to time. She watches over the family. For a couple weeks, I felt like she was around. Most of the time she is pretty strait forward with her message, but this time she was just dropping clues that she was around. Everyone I talked to and in everything I did, something reminded me of her.
One day, about a month ago, I had gotten some new ear rings and was looking for a different backing in my ear ring boxes I keep in the bathroom. Out of nowhere, that god-awful ring my Grandmother had got me was sitting in the box I opened. A box that I have opened many times before. A box that I didn’t purchase until after I moved out of my parent’s house. This had to be a sign. I picked up the gaudy thing and I put it on.
I felt odd at first, I do not wear rings. It is flashy and does not mesh with my style or personality, but it holds sentimental value so I started wearing it. Over the following week, my Grandma was able to speak freely and clearly to me, which she did have a very important message to relay and I am very grateful for her taking the time to do so.
Closer to the end of that week, I was having a vivid dream in which I was looking through the eyes of a young, dark blonde female. She was explaining to an older woman, with a very specific body type and hair style, that her daughter had committed suicide. While the woman broke with grief, I, through the young female’s eyes, open a lined notebook paper with a flow chart written scrawled on it. I could feel the woman’s heart break, her sorrow. I explained to her that there has been a slew of suicides in the area, and I had a theory that they were not suicides, but someone was killing them and making them look like suicides-
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