The Crystal


I took a nap late afternoon and I held an apophylite crystal while doing so, so that I could connect with the higher realms while sleeping and, maybe, they could give me a message.

So, I did have a dream and it was rather weird.

I was in an unfamiliar place which was apparently our house.  There was fighting outside, armed men, but our house was unaffected.  There were two people, a man and a woman — or a woman and child — I can’t remember — who sought shelter by the front steps leading to the main door.  I remember checking them out and telling them that they could not come in as I did not know them.

Then when I went inside the house, it was like the first time that I saw it.  There were beddings laid out in the living room and my sisters were there. It was like a sleepover but in our living room.  I remember that one of the bedbags was red.  Anyway, they were making themselves comfortable and lounging around.  Then I looked around the house and I said, “Wow, this house is really small.” And I was saying that in the context of our other houses that we’ve lived in because it was smaller than any of those places.

Then I looked at the crystal I was holding which was really really big, at least in my dream.  The actual crystal I was holding was a little smaller than a marshmallow, the ones you put on the end of a skewer when going camping, but in my dream, you’d need to put both your palms together to hold it.

In any case, I was looking at it, and then it broke up! The terminated point of the crystal got dislodged from the body.  And the rest of the body, when I looked at it, was a cloudy gray.  It wasn’t the crystal itself but sort of like a covering — wait, let me think how I can describe this accurately — imagine Cling-wrap but make it matte and gray and it was covering the crystal.  And then, as I tried to remove the wrap, the crystal disintegrated into little pieces.

I thought at first that this was just residual images of my subconscious since before I slept, I did a reading for my twin and asked him how his birthday was overall (we are in separation).  And in my reading, one of the cards was the High Priestess, clarified by an old woman in crutches and sterility (mountain).  And I read that as he didn’t have access to his Intuition or something like that. But moments after waking, Spirit nudged me and said that it just meant that I was the High Priestess and since I didn’t move or greet him, that’s why it turned up. That made sense.

I still don’t get the house and the crystal breaking up and turning gray.



About ButterKate

Mistress of MuMu and Maximus ; highly complex Gemini; semi-jaded romantic; purveyor of inane and profound conversation; incessant chocoholic; caffeine-free; mad driver on the road; pheromone questor; control freak; neurotic disguised with calm outer appearance; sufficiently amiable when placid, terrifying when provoked; occasional ditz; sporadic provider of life altering insights; retired poet; provider of mischief as the need arises; patron of destiny advisers; truth-teller (yes, the emperor has no clothes).

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