|My rescue friends|
One of my friends sent me volcanic rock from Hawaii a few years' ago. Several of my magical compadres were concerned, as the goddess Pele looks none-to-kindly on those who are in possession of her stolen children. There are more than enough rumors and stories about curses laid upon those who take or keep these treasures to give one a sense of pause.
I've never had an issue with this particular rock, as he sits in a place of honor on my altar. I've also been 'gifted' with other stones and pieces of coral reef (dead, according to the world's view) which also have their place alongside him. Yes, the rock is a male. How do I know that? I don't. I just have a sense of maleness from him, so he gets to be a guy rock. Anyway, I've been told on more than one occasion that Pele must really like me- let's hope that's the case, huh?
I don't use gemstones or rocks in magical workings. I consider these creatures to be rescues in need of my care. I have hematite, apache tear, amethyst, turquoise, pyrite, and several others that like their home away from home. They are treated well, given respect, and loved.
I'm not judging anyone who uses gemstones or rocks in their magical workings. I am only talking about my own experience and understanding of the world around me. If you've ever felt this way, I just want you to know that you aren't alone. Someone else shares your brand of crazy thinking ;)
Some day, I may try to get these lovelies back to their homes, or give them one outside. I think I'll know when the time is right for that. For now, we are enjoying one another's company :)