Crystal's Mystical Journey

 Anyone who has been my friend for more than a minute knows I have vivid, often prophetic dreams. It's like I live an entire day, in great detail when I sleep. This dream I'm sharing as I no longer feel I am to keep these to myself.  I dreamt this about three weeks ago. I felt like I was faculty at a high-school or university. I was heading to the school library to meet someone. The library was packed, it was a very "happening" spot. When I caught up to the person I was to meet, I went in to kiss them on the lips and right as I was leaning in, I heard, "they will infect you if you kiss them." So I pulled away and turned to look at the people around me. Like little "dings" it was as if I could tell that "something" was infecting the students in the library one by one. Their eyes would change, almost as if "no one was home." As I watched this "infection" spread I heard within me, "RUN." I bee-lined it to the do...

Ahhhhh the feeling of being with someone who feels like home🙂 Delightful, isn't it? And love...ahhhhh, love. Meeting and falling in love with someone who feels like home, just Heaven, isn't it? Lately, this idea of "Home" has come up for me a lot... in friends, in my own life and in the life of my loved ones. I have two friends. They are women. They recently got twitter-pated with men who are pee-pee heads and treat them like garbage. At the same time, different men have approached them who are kind, gentle and good. For   SOME   reason, they want the pee-pee headed men and aren't interested in the good, kind men. They told me they KNOW the good, kind men are the better choices, but can't explain why they're so attracted to the pee-pee headed men. They told me the pee-pee headed men feel like "home" to them. I asked them, "Well, that makes sense, doesn't it?" "What does?" they asked. "Home t...

Would you like to know what you looked like last time you were alive? Or to see what your significant other looked like the last time the two of you were together in a different life? There is an exercise that anyone can do. It's free and the only things required are patience and time.   Believe me, I'm the first one to tell you these things are crazy. And that I'm making them up. I'm not, however, making these things up. I thought this was all crazy too, when I first started. And if I'm being completely honest, most of me still doesn't believe any of the things I do and experience are real. That's why I always pray for God to give me signs in the physical realm- and OH BOY does God ALWAYS show me this stuff is for real! I'll get to how I came to believe in past lives at a different time, in the mean time, know that I've only come to believe in these things since having children. When my oldest was around ten, I asked him if he want...

This illumination is regarding our souls and the personalities we take on in order so that we may grow and help others grow as well.  A few months ago I did an illumination on a client who is married to a woman with a very challenging personality. She's ruthless with her words, has a short temper and constantly berates him and tears him down. For privacy purposes, let's call this client Phillip and his wife Cecilia. The illumination was to see why Phillip allows his wife to talk down to him and why he isn't brave enough to stand up to her. Sometimes, even though I've been taught in my Shamanic training not to judge people, it's difficult for me to drop my ego (which wants to punch mean people in the face) and look at my clients and their challenging partners with an unbiased eye. Luckily for me, once I'm doing "the work" my ego drops away and I'm just listening and being guided by my angels and the angels and guides of my client. So! I w...

This entry is a bit complicated given that three past lives came up for this client during an illumination I performed. The characters change roles from the first life to this one, but I feel this is important to share, as we often find ourselves very frustrated by those closest to us. In this entry, we come to learn that when we don't solve our problems, we come back together (time after time) to solve the same problem with people by choosing different roles. To help simplify things, I'm going to start by telling you the different roles are played by the young man in this life, my client, who was a Roman soldier in a past life, as well as a house wife in another. We'll call my client Joe for privacy purposes. His father in this life was a higher ranking officer in the Roman soldier life, and nearly a lover in a later life. His mother in this life was his husband in the life he was a housewife.  Prior to asking for this illumination, I only knew that Joe's m...

In 2014 my family and I traveled on a cruise to Alaska for my grandmother’s 80th birthday. Our last day was in Vancouver, and since we had a long while to wait until our flight left, we spent the day in the Vancouver Aquarium.  Animals are magical and since my life long dream was to become a Vet, any chance I could get to be near God’s creatures I wouldn’t normally be close to, I’ll take it in a heart beat!! Sebastian and I walked around into a room that was a few steps down, and dark, lit only by the vast array of many small aquariums, lining the walls full of different small fish.  When we stepped into the room I noticed a group of elementary kids, maybe in third grade, crowded into one corner, all tapping on the glass of one tank and grossed out, yelling “eww!! it’s so ugly!!!”  The thought immediately came into my head, “man, that would suck. To constantly have your tank banged on and all you hear all day long, every day is how ugly you are!” Eventually the c...

This isn’t a religious post, so don’t worry about me trying to convert you 🙂 This is merely a memo to serve as a reminder that having faith in ANYTHING larger than yourself will determine ALOT of what happens to you upon taking your last breath. What you believe in matters On 5.23.19 I was asked by a friend to bless the house of her friend, a realtor, who was having issues with a home. They'd had an open house and had 22 people look at it, and not one offer on the house. We'll call the realtor Rick for the purpose of this story. Rick had told me that everything that could go wrong with this home had gone wrong. He had issues with the contractor during the rehab process, and he just felt uneasy when he was at the home. I was super excited, as this was my first non-friend or family member, and my first referral!! I was excited to get legit feedback from someone who doesn't love me. I do love tons of people, but I feel as if I can do better if I know when I failed o...

I’m going to share this story, because I feel the lesson will touch many people. For those of us who have had our hearts shattered into a million little pieces, we can rest assured that God DOES have a plan, and that that plan is ALWAYS good for the evolvement of our soul. For privacy purposes, I’m changing this person’s name to Linda, which in Spanish means “lovely” and that name matches this person's heart and soul perfectly. My friend Linda came to me, asking me to do an illumination on her eating/weight issues. She said she’d like to know the root cause of it. Seeing a Shaman is different from seeing a therapist in that we do soul work, which often entails journeying into past lives. Some of the issues we have today are hundreds of years old, that we’ve carried over from past lives. We come to work on them, over and over and over again, until we get it right. (I call that Grace . You don’t get one time to find Jesus and you’re banished to Hell forever, you get as many...

So what’s Reiki and what the eff are Chakra's? I KNOW RIGHT?! When I was tiny, I lived in a tiny, poe-dunk town in south Florida. I lived with my grandparents, my uncle and my mama, in a tiny, cinderblock three bedroom, one bathroom house. My grandmother, was an energy healer. A Curandera, in Spanish.  I remember women would bring their very sick small children to her, she’d do something with an egg, saying prayers over them, cracking the egg open, looking at the yolk, and telling the mother what the ailment was, based on the yolk. The children ALWAYS rose as if nothing was ever wrong with them. And they’d come in LETHARGIC!!! With legs and arms limp! As a mama, now I understand that they REALLY should have taken their babies to the hospital, but se’ la vie’! In my experience, in Hispanic culture, we always see La Curandera first, and LAST we see a real doctor. Also, I don’t know any crazy Hispanics. I think because of the healers of our communities, they’d tell us “i...