I have always been into every thing that has to do with the metaphysical world & crystals since I was a kid, collecting even just the standard rocks that had a bit of glitz on them. Something about they way they feel & look has always been what has attracted me to them, wanting to be around the mineral kingdom & their unique energy. Many years ago I decided to take a local workshop with another friend of mine in learning the art of crystal ball reading. This is a mystical ancient art form otherwise know as scrying, using certain objects as a form of divination to read situations & outcomes.
I’ve been know to run my hands around my imaginary crystals ball with a gypsy accent, pretending to make up shit that I see when i’m channeling my inner witch, so taking this workshop felt like a no brainer. My friend that went me is also highly intuitive with her own clairvoyant ability in seeing things, which made sharing this workshop even more exciting. Sometimes it’s just fun to learn & try your hand at something you might otherwise pass over, gaining insightful experience about yourself when trying something new.
When we got to the shop that hosted the workshop, the ambiance of the room was already dimly lit with burning candles on a long rectangular table that allowed for each of us to sit across from each other. We each got a small palm size clear crystal quartz sphere that was included in our workshop fee that we collected as we walked into the room & took a seat being partnered with the person sitting across from us.
There was a short introduction to the history of crystal ball scrying. It was an illegal to doing any kind of divination or fortune reading, leading to death if caught by fire or drowning for practicing “witchcraft”. In order to be able to hid the crystal ball, most people learned to scry with a small sphere that could be quickly tucked away & hidden inside their clothing. It was the film industry & media back in the day that orchestrated the idea that the crystal ball should be much larger that it actually was in the reality.
The first part of the workshop was to soften your gaze by candlelight into your individual crystal ball & see if there was a message for someone in the class that we can provide information for. Im the type of person in these kinds of situations that will automatically without hesitation raise my hand first despite my inner feeling of not too. With a quivering stage fright voice I begin to describe what I had seen as a message to whom ever this might pertain too at the table.
I began to explain that I had seen a dark shadow appear while scrying & take the shape of a person who had their hands raised above the head in a motion of moving forward while waving them to get someones attention. Yes I FOR REAL saw this inside my crystal ball with a room full of witnesses even though at that moment nobody could identify with my message. It was until what followed I had proof of fruition to back up this crystal ball vision.
Fast forward a week later when I saw my friend again & asked her how she enjoyed the workshop. She explained to me that she also saw the shadow person in her own crystal ball along with a plane. Ironically that Sunday that we were in class her now ex husband at the time was traveling out of the country & called her frantically as she got out of the workshop to run home & grab his passport that he had forgotten at home. As she was pulling up to the departure area of the airport she witness the shadow man as her own, running, waving frantically to get her attention so he could grab his passport & make his flight.
I believe we were both blown away by this clairvoyance ability with our crystal balls. I truly went to this workshop for shits & giggles intrigued by anything that has to do with divination, not having any expectation of an outcome. I think we were so tuned in together that we were able to dial into a frequency that allowed us to see past our own eyesight giving the divine to act as our guide. I cant explain how it happened but just that it did & I cant make this shit up.
After the workshop I decided to ask my crystal ball if it had a name, opening the space for communication. I woke up the next morning with the word CYBELE on my lips which I have never heard of before & that was the name of my crystal ball. I went to research this name & meaning, finding out that SHE was the mother of the GODS, the original Mother Earth & healer. Sometimes things come to use for reasons beyond our understanding & I its only up to us to accept it presence & gifts. Peace Love Faith Hope