What's happening - Crystal Elixirs

I'm working on increasing my sensitivity level to whatever extents are possible. Exploring the more subtle aspects of the world around us, picking up on bits of magic left in the dust of our society's grand stampede to I-don't-even-wanna-knowhere. I'm open to the idea that metals, stones, and crystals harbor hidden characteristics, consciousness, and application; each individual molecule, being uniquely configured, has a different electromagnetic fingerprint, as well as scientifically-known properties which seem to give each different species of crystal it's own general personality. On top of that, each separate crystal can be imbued with information and memories, just as our own souls are. To me, just like proximity to a certain person or chemical substance can have any number of effects on my body, mind, and soul, so can ancient rocks, metals, crystals, and minerals absorb and pick up the energies of things happening to them; they would be affected differently, of course, and they have a much broader scope of experience. This is perhaps the reason why we feel a certain "wisdom" when we interact with stones. It just takes practice and the heightening of the senses in order to pick up on these effects. Ah, how I continually lament the lack of attention of humans to the auspices of nature. So many wonders in place to provide so much fulfillment and support to the human experience, yet, our technology cannot prove it, our faiths are too shaky to accept such unknowns, and the capacities to even perceive it are being forgotten, lost, in favor of easy-to-grasp gratifications. In recent years, the book The Hidden Messages Of Water by Masaru Emoto broke through the scientific strictures with actual experimentation and documentation on the effects of different emotions and intentions on the very easily influenced crystalline structure of water molecules. It's one way to see very clearly how feelings, thoughts, words, ideas, dreams, and wishes really change, move, and re-configure the world around us, beginning on the smallest level imaginable on up. So, being that I feel so strongly about this, and very much wish to stretch and use all of capacities which have been written into my own DNA crystals, I recently began creating crystal elixirs. I play around with different waters, crystals, flowers and leaves, sunlight and moonlight, as well as words and pictures. This is a hobby for me, I take great joy in combining elements of the world around me, just like cooking. It goes far back in life for me to play like this, back to when I was a very young girl making "soup" in an old steel pot I found in the ravine (a ravine which we we're not supposed to go into, only making it that much more exciting to explore). I would ask my little brother to help gather certain "tasty" ingredients: any number of small rocks, twigs, choice shoots of grass, rose petals, clover blossoms, apples from the tree in our yard, maple bark, those little "helicopter" seed pods, crab apples, all sorts of stuff... it was a strenuous task I put him up to, which he quickly and excitedly obliged me in. My eager little sous chef... Here I am as an adult, verily making "soup" with energies and unproven beneficial properties, as well as colors and shapes; I feel belief and conviction is what keeps these magical aspects of nature alive and very real in the world, and if it works for me in a more tangible way, it could possibly provide some kind of testament to show society what it's moving away from and on the verge of losing all together if we all continue down the path of turning away from inner beauty.

A poem from semi-recent dreamings...

I lie, warm and tender, in the wake of his departure,
Control relinquished amidst the loam and the churning debris,
Lolling away from the tumult; A Love-stung creature
Who has found sanctuary in the destructive interference.

An ancient current flows inside me;
Lives ago, we touched in a place dripping with fate and power;
Where two magnetic bodies, pure in their opposing properties,
Were lit with the laud of the cosmos.

In this way is my whole being kept taut on the approach
Of a preordained moment of true Love's culmination.
The narrowing scope of Time has served simultaneous purpose;
To focus and splay forth these primordial bolts of (e)motion.

Who can know when and what procurred this dream's origin;
Of such starkly naked love, free of singular form and embellishment,
Only desiring to be re-awakened and felt again
On a still moonlit night, every element in favoured placement.

And here I approach the very edge of human experience,
Miniscule yet boundless in this simple rapture.
There is no plan; only the waves weaving together
And it all feels so singularly ideal...

To float unencumbered, in such languorous fashion;
I see I AM receptivity.
The ultimate conduiress for this omnipotent energy
Which dances beyond the scrutiny and proof of Man...

Son of God, Daughter of Nature,
Revolving into infinity; fixed within the heart and eye of the All;
Vehement tranquility dips so gently into fervent sweetness,
And the thirst for the other is quenched for the distance around.