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For The Love Of Crystals

Posted by Linda Lauren on

When I was about eight years old, my parents moved from California back to New Jersey. Ever the history buff in our family, Mom insisted that we drive the 3,000 miles home to take advantage of the landmarks we would pass. That meant that my father had to take her and the three of us on every detour known to man just to get to a particular historic site.   My brothers were three and four, and usually asleep in the backseat of the “woody” station wagon we used for the trip.

One detour took us about 50 miles out of our way because Mom wanted to see infamous Boot Hill Cemetery in Tombstone, Arizona. It was here that she read that some of the gunslingers and lawbreakers of the Old West were buried. I remember that Pop had to drive up a very steep hill and then we had to walk the rest of the way up. When we arrived at the top there a few wooden crosses with names on them and boulders piled up around them. There was a makeshift sign that welcomed you, but not much more. Pop wasn’t happy about it, but Mom sure was! This was 1960 and you could freely walk around these places without paying or supervision because there was no tour and no one taking care of it for visitors.

All that said, it should come as no surprise that we would stop at the Painted Desert, the Grand Canyon and the Petrified Forest on our way home at Mom’s request.

This age was my first real introduction to rocks and those rocks ultimately led me to an interest in crystals and gemstones. So, as we drove through the Painted Desert, I began to collect the rocks. I had no idea that it was not legal to do so, and there was no one around in 1960 to tell you not to take them. When I knew my parents were not looking, I went out of my way to complete my collection, never once thinking of the consequences to the car, let alone the law. Seems that as we drove through the desert the car got more and more sluggish under the weight. Soon, Pop pulled over onto the side of the road.

“I have no idea why the car is so slow,” he commented.

My mother looked at me and shook her head, “Linda, would you happen to know anything about that?” Obviously, she surmised something was amiss.

I joyously went to the back of the car and they followed me. I went to the far rear seat and pulled back the blanket that was covering my collection, proudly displaying the colorful rocks. My parents gave a look to each other before my mom did another shake of her head. Her eye roll told me all I needed to know! They were not happy, and so it was explained to me that this was probably not a good idea and that we had to take them back where I found them. And we did. My father, beyond annoyed, drove back the way we came and along the way, he’d pull over and I would deposit a few of the rocks.

Cut to today. I sell rocks. Or rather, I sell crystals, gemstones and minerals. Sometimes they are raw and rough, and some are made into bracelets, necklaces and talisman pieces for meditation.   And that is what I’d like to tell you about in this blog. 

New to our website we have for sale a variety of crystals in “rock” form that carry a unique vibration. We have them in both raw and polished versions. Here is the list, as well as a link to the new page so you can read about the properties of the energy of these stones for your own purchase. Fluorite, Citrine, Rose Quartz, and Ametrine, among them. Polished and raw versions are available and what I love which is rare: MOLDAVITE!   

Moldavite is the result of meteor shower in the Moldau Valley of Czechoslovakia and is becoming extremely rare. It is a stone of transformation aiding in personal and spiritual growth. When you touch it there is an immediate connection and it feels funny in your hand.

In fact, every crystal you hold will “speak” to you in a similar manner as Moldavite, with varying degrees of vibration.

So, check out our new offers and if one “calls” to you, please do call us, or purchase here online. https://lindalauren.com/collections/crystals


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