Crystal's Mystical Journey

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...

So, how’d I go from Deacon to Shaman? LOL, I KNOW RIGHT?! Spring 2018 I was on a flight with my family, when I felt my “soul” kind of throbbing and I turned to my very Christian husband and said, “I feel like I should become a Shaman.” He turned, a slight smirk spreading across his face and he said, “Aren’t you already a Shaman?” I was taken aback and said, “What? No. How am I already a Shaman?” He goes, “baby, you talk to trees. And with all your tinctures and oils and weird stuff you do.” I laughed and said, “Excuse me, our tree gives us super delicious oranges! If you gave us gifts all the time, wouldn’t you want to be thanked? Trees make AIR it’s important! I’m pretty sure if they made Wi-Fi more people would care about the rate at which we’re tearing them down!!! And doing stuff with oils isn’t bad!! Jesus used oils and they were all over the bible!” He just grinned and shook his head at me. It was his “I love you, weirdo.” Grin and head shake. God bless him, he does put up ...

A couple of years ago I attended a group meeting, at Caring Palms, that was facilitated by this lovely lady named Imelda . She was a Nebula on Earth.  She was new in town at the time, and was in my Spiritual Development Class, so since I loved her, I decided to support her by coming to this new group. She called her meetings  “Ascension” Classes. Most of it was meditation, that Imelda would guide us through, but overtime something amazing happened. Now mind you, even though I’ve had front row seats to miracles on Earth, I still think everything is crazy!!! Imelda wanted us to “walk down a long flight of stairs, where we would enter a pyramid at the bottom of the stairs.” “OK, this is weird, but I’ll do it.” I thought to myself, as we all settled into meditation. During this meditation, my soul felt very anxious and afraid, and I screamed out for Jesus. Which, though I love Jesus, was odd, because I’ve meditated a thousand times before and have never experienced fear...

Store up Happy So....not too long ago, it was glitter and potpourri day. Though I make light of it, it's not one of my favorite days...no matter how freakishly small my doctor's hands are, it's never fun to get probed in front of an audience. I glittered, probed, and moved out, with my favorite nurse's last words to me being, “we'll send a post card....or call if there is a change." "Got it!" I cheerfully answered, and went about my life. Two weeks later, was in the middle of getting the kids out the door for baseball, when my phone rang. "Crystal?" My favorite nurse asked, sounding....like the opposite of Sunshine (she's my favorite because she is like walking sunshine, plus, she laughs at my jokes, which always puts people high on my favorite list) "Yeah, Hi! Marie!" I happily answered, trying to ignore her downish tone. "Hey Sweetie, listen, we got your results back, and two came back....abnor...