… the magic of remembrance …

p1080566-smallerI have a weakness for small stones. Attracted by a singular shape, colour, sparkle, texture, or an aura I can’t define, I pick up stones for keeps, like I did as a child when crossing mountain streams and climbing rocks. A stone may catch my eye when it sits seemingly forlorn on a sidewalk,  embedded in pine needles in a forest, or on a pebble beach, by the way it stands out.

Once I hold a stone, bonding begins. My fingers trace the outline, weigh, rub, listen. I sometimes even run my tongue over its smooth or rough face before the treasure lands in p1080567-smallermy pocket to later join my collection. I imagine another journey, another story through time.

Stones become markers of experience, of a place and a location. It’s a marvel that no two pebbles are ever the same. Just like people, crystals, or snowflakes never turn out the same.

The protagonist in my novel, ‘Course of Mirrors,’ finds a shiny black stone with special powers, invested so by a spirit being she encounters, or by her own strong conviction, who can say. Touching the stone her p1080570-smallermind slows down, she feels clarity, warmth, and a sense of protection. The stone becomes a medium for scrying and guides my protagonist on her journey. When she remembers her talisman the magic works, which is the point. The remembrance reconnects and recollects her to the encounter with the spirit being, a moment of timelessness – the infinite.

This is the magic of remembrance of the Self.


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19 responses to “… the magic of remembrance …

  1. i’m also an inveterate stone collector… AND keep ’em in wide basins like you do 🙂 the tale i want to tell, though, is the following: you might call it ‘deadline’

    one day
    in his plump four years
    my son stomped in,
    banged down a handful of stones down on my desk
    and said, “translate these”.

    he’s full grown now,
    the years flown by.
    runs his own school with neither classes nor teachers
    and i
    an old man
    still have them

    still sitting here,
    still silent,

    still untranslated

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  2. Alice Temple-Bruce

    Dear Ashen, thank you for this post which i completely relate to. Each stone in my collections (there are many!) have a powerful atraction and then meaning and all more wonderful than diamonds.
    Also one of my garden walls has china, pottery,glass, anything that has been found whilst digging the garden. Each piece has first been in my pocket or even glove and has been lovingly cherished way beyond magic.
    With Love, Alice

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    • You’re a kindred soul, Alice. It’s a mystery how we animate the spirit of objects that have gone through buried cycles. It’s sad that the symbolic connection of energy exchange with nature has largely been lost.


  3. I love stones too – and have them here there and everywhere meaningfully placed, remembering where they came from – and more. Each different to the other – unique. Thanks Ashen.

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  4. davidselzer

    This resonates, Ashen, rippling out. Thank you.

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  5. Loving those ripples!! Pebbles are so tactile and wonderful – and your thoughts are articulated beautifully.

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  8. Viv

    I am the same with stones. To quote from “Labyrinth”, “Rocks friends!”

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  10. Beautiful post. I found a necklace in a parking lot, and that necklace quickly became the source of inspiration for a novel. Now my children collect and gather anything that interests them: stones, woodchips, nutshells, you name it. And everything spawns a story. 🙂

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