Not strictly a crystal but this is my favorite personal story in this vein from earlier this year:
I was participating in a weekend retreataweekbefore my 87 year old mother died. For one exercisethe facilitator sent us offon a huntto find meaningful rocks.
I felt directed away from the group down the driveway and onto the road. I looked down at the road building chippings by the side of the road and saw one that looked like it would make a goodpendulum orpendant. Really, ordinary roadside rocks? Youve got to be kidding me.
I picked it up along with two of its colleagues and headed back up to the house. I felt jealous as the rest of the group shared their stories about how they found their perfect rocks and crystals. Come on! I picked up ordinary road building chippings. I cant have done this exercise right.
I chose not to share with the group the process I went through to find myownrock.
By the third day after the retreat, the rock was callingtome to be worn round my neck. OK then! So what is this rock? I went out to the internet to find out what rocks are used in road building. Not limestone, not granite. Basalt!Next, what are the qualities of basalt? I found an interesting page on the web but, honestly, although the qualities sounded useful I really didnt connect with them. Not until I had worn the basalt rock around my neck every day for a week. Not until the day after my mother had rejoined our ancestors when I went back and reread the qualities of basalt. Not until I was in the middle of adjusting to the grieving process did I understand the words. I quote, This strong rock lends its strength and endurance to people as they try to continue in difficult times or deal with traumatic changes.
I wore that rock round my neckevery dayforovertwo weeks until the pendant broke. We were gathered at my mothers house with family and friends for a small celebration of her life. The pendant brokefive minutes before I started my eulogy for my mother. The rock landed on the floor. It had done its work.