Long ago and far away on the other side of this vast Northern Continent – lived a scrawny, filthy and always wary ginger-haired girl and her doll….Baby Ugly.
Baby Ugly was a constant naked companion. Ever present during the days with wild wide open eyes during the night. While spirits wandered through out the rest of the derelict house they could not or would not pass through the Dutch door into their bedroom. Quite possibly installed for this reason.
The house with it’s spotlight windows and deep dark chimney that sat on a hill. Whose view encompassed all of the Vancouver skyline disappearing into the fade of the distant ski-hill.
Though the split door hindered the ghosts and other entities, the cast iron air vent way high near the ceiling did not. The vent was usually shut but on occasions the wispy bony spirit limbs would rattle it open, usually as the brightest of bright moonlight flooded the small area. As the lumbering Popular tree branches danced and criss-crossed their grey shadows onto the curtain-less window. To the thud of some departed heart slowed with mud and sea grass.
Not only would Baby Ugly lay there unblinking, but so would the waif of the girl. Who’s eyes were the very same shade of Denim Blue as the doll. Eyes that during the day would seal shut tight to pretend what it was like to be blind wandering around the house… and quite adeptly. Considered good practice being that only one eye was good anyways and blindness may become a regular way of life.
Certainly Baby Ugly and the girl were not afraid of ghosts. They were afraid of the living. The constant threat of bloodshed. The confusion of others. The use of implements on parts that were not designed for such implements. The looks of muddled blatant hate swinging with veiled dirty looks. They were both the unwanted, the not needed, the sore bleeding scab that one picks unconsciously. Only to go to a mirror and pick at it again full of vengeance and with renewed vigor.
We must go back further at a later time, before the house, when the scab was new. To the one bedroom slum apartment situated at the race start of the tenement. Baby Ugly and the girl dragging a cereal box on a string and picking up litter with a stick. Neither spoke at that time, with the exception when some kid would kick over the box of trash. Then the girl became so alive and with a tremendously strong pitch, and would fire as many lashings at the neighborhood brat as possible. Nobody messed with her duties…
Hope everyone is enjoying Valentine’s Day and those who are alone or seeking reconciliation. It is my hope that you have been able to indulge yourself with a piece of Rose Quartz…the Stone of Love in all of it’s forms including self-love!
Rose Quartz expresses itself in many forms…from very pure and pale pink crystals, milky opaque pale pink, banded, and very (sometimes called extra ) red otherwise known as Cherry Rose Quartz. Often the Cherry Quartz has been altered (cultured) to achieve a very pink color so buyer beware!
I like all of them though the most valuable to gemologists is the clearest, most purest, form. The pink color is clear Quartz that has trace amounts of titanium, iron or manganese.
Rose Quartz like all other Quartz have a strong vibration related to all Chakras for healing and is associated with the Zodiac sign of Taurus. Whether you wear it close to you in the form of jewelry or have a single rough or tumbled piece can be beneficial
Not just for Love-though this is well-known-it also absorbs energy such as radiation emitting from electronics, so having a piece near your computer can lessen any negative effects emitting from close and long term usage of these devices. It also amplifies the energies of other stones making for a powerful combination.
Quartz is one of the best conductors of energy thus the massive use in the electronics industry. Quartz in the electronics industry is most often “cultured” otherwise known as Lab Grown from a small Quartz “seed” so that there are no impurities to interfere with the electronic device being manufactured.
The mythology of Rose Quartz goes back to Egyptian and Greek eras. Adonis who was the lover of Aphrodite, was attacked by Aries (the god of War). When Aphrodite rushed to save Adonis she caught herself on a wild rose bush. The lovers mingled blood stained the white quartz to a pink. Zeus felt so sorry for the two and reunited them and thus Rose Quartz symbolizes reconciliation.
Rose Quartz is also the stone of a youthful complexion. Reportedly the Egyptian Goddess Isis used to rub her face with tumbled stones in an upward motion as she believed this would preserve her beauty. To this day this is practiced by many Egyptian women and is part of modern ritual to connect with the Goddess in the Isis temple in Egypt.
That’s it for one of the most pretty of stones….have a wonderful Valentine’s and next week perhaps we will go back to the tale of Baby Ugly…
This week there is no rock of the week. This week all of the rocks are a rolling!
My lapidary cart has everything I need for the gemstone tumbling process, including two Lortone double barrel rotary tumblers.
I spend on average up to 10 hours a week on maintenance: oiling the machinery, changing the slurry and grit, cutting slabs and pre-shaping rough rock to be tumbled.
Mondays and Fridays are my rock days. I get to witness what trans-formative wonders are revealed through the tumbling process. Today is Monday so after I write this I will be checking on my tumblers.
This month they contain Emeralds, Indian Rubies, Laboradite, Amethyst, Extra Red Rose Quartz, Yellow and Black Jaspers, Carnelian and Tourmaline among others.
The tumbling process can take up to 8 weeks…so patience (and caution) is a must!