Energy of the inanimate, or so we think
Inanimate objects have a story yet to be told,
holding an energy, which can transmute a tale in mysterious ways. Whether
stones, articles that once belonged to someone else or place you come upon in
this world once again.
Something I enjoy doing when given the chance is
finding streams or creeks, which have been left undisturbed for long periods.
Searching out rocks and stones out of the water with a knowing a memory still
lives from the touch of another in a form, which can transcend time. Without experiencing
energy in this form of transformation, I myself would have been more skeptic
than believing. A nature park exists not far from where I use to reside. Land
once traveled by Native Americans than wagon trains as the west was settled and
through the process of time has eluded being transitioned into modern times. A
deep ravine is home to a herd of deer, which on occasion while being in the
park would come out of the ravine within feet of where I stood and just spend
time watching myself as I watched them. Massive in size and much larger than
imagined a huge buck could be within feet yet we each stood in our own space.
At night, the herd would run the trails in the park, leaving prints in the ground
from the run. The park also has a creek than ran the distance laterally within
the park. Most days, a muddy climb down the slopes in getting to the water.
One day, quite a few years ago, searching the water
for stones – I pulled an odd shaped stone from the water. Distinctly carved on
one side to fit against some form of stake or pole in another time and place
and standing in my living room with my back to a loveseat I held the stone in
the air. Instantly I saw a flash of light and was thrown about 3 feet backwards
unto the loveseat, literally lifted and hitting the cushions before I could
realize what happened. The stone I had held still carried the last memory of
being used by energy, we know as mortal. With that memory, the light showed a
life ended with the piercing of the stone.
Visiting an Arkansas mountain range at one time with
a friend of mine, driving through winding roads I looked out the window and
seen another stream as we crossed a short bridge. Whoa, time to turn around –
something about the stream sent an energy sense for discovery. Carefully
etching out way down a rocked embankment to the stream and soon once again in the
water searching for stones untouched in our present time. My friend was on the
other side of the stream also looking in the water when we both stood straight
up and suddenly felt uncomfortable being in this location. Neither of us
elaborating, yet both anxious to leave. After returning to the cabin, we both
shared the same knowing of being at the stream in another time with a lethal outcome
by a bear, with the first sense of being anxious to leave the stream was
feeling the energy of a bear yet to be seen.
At one time, I had pink quartz roughly weighted at 5
pounds. Holding the quartz in between my hands in a very short period of time
the quartz would begin to vibrate as if holding a beating heart in my hands. A
warm feeling and very convincing of how alive this quartz still was, still
breathing and exchanging energy between the animate and inanimate. When I moved
from the house where I had set the quartz on the ground in the flowerbed, I
neglected to remember to retrieve the stone before leaving; another could not
possess the energy of the quartz, passing the energy as before through time.
On the final day of my mother’s life I returned to
her home, looking around with a knowing her mortal body would most likely not
ever returned to this home as she had been just days before. Passing her
bedroom, my niece came out of her room with a bible. Stating, “Grandma told me
if anything ever happened to make sure this bible was given to you, she knew
you would want it.” A statement I thought as odd, since I was not even aware
which bible she carried or had requested to become the caretaker. At times, I
have glanced through the pages, realizing my own grandmother had carried this
bible since a very young age, recording the events of her life in the pages.
Yet I still wondered why I was to be the caretaker? Though ten years have
passed since that time, the day will come when I “sit” with the bible energy
carried by two of the most important woman in my life and know the answer for
the request will be revealed. With mom being well aware, the day will come, yet
the inanimate energy, which listened and carried the thoughts of previous caretakers,
will choose to once again be known in the best time/space/form.
Your world is overflowing with inanimate record
keepers, holding the energy of a time, event, person, or tale yet to be told.
For myself, I am very careful of the inanimate objects I choose to share energy
with in knowing mysticism lies timeless with a story to tell if we choose the
opportunity to use our senses of being in understanding the being beyond senses
of the inanimate.
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