When I was a kid, my grandparents went to Arkansas to hunt for crystals. Grandaddy found a great big smokey quartz elestial twice the size of a door knob. He used it as a door stop for years. I loved that rock. When he died, Memaw gave it to me for Christmas. I kept it on the night stand next to my bed. One time a boyfriend picked it up to examine it while I was in the bathroom. When I came out, he was standing next to the bed, with both hands extended, holding the rock. His arms were shaking, his eyes were big, his face was red and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

"What's wrong?!" I exclaimed.
"This rock is getting hot!" he said.
"Well put it down!" I told him. He dropped it on the bed and it bounced. I picked it up, and sure enough it was hot.
"What did you do to that rock?" I asked.
Wide eyed, he accusingly glared at me, and declared: "YOU are a WITCH!"
"I am NOT a witch!" I said, "That rock has NEVER heated up on anybody but you. If anybody's a witch, it's YOU. Now what did you do to my rock?"
It was the last time he ever spent the night with me.

The next day I went to a store that sells minerals and gemstones, told the lady what happened, asked her what to make of it. She said quartz crystals have information stored in them, and some people have the ability to access the information. He was apparently receptive in that manner. This sparked my interest and I wanted to learn more.

I use to awaken in the night to discover that my right arm was cold and numb. It was frightening. I had to massage it to get the feeling back in it. Sometimes I was afraid to go back to sleep. At the time, I was getting massages from a friend who uses crystals and gemstones in her healing practice. She would put rocks on my body and leave them for twenty minutes after a massage.

One day, the rock she put in my right hand got really cold and I began to shiver. When she returned to the room, I said "Thank God you are back! Take this ice cycle out of my hand, before it freezes!" She said, "What is going on with your hand, Gayle?" I didn't know. She insisted that I did know. She said the rock got cold for a reason, and it was an opportunity to heal a past life issue. I'm not even sure if I believe in reincarnation, so I was reluctant to discuss the issue.

She persisted, encouraging me to use my imagination. It was apparent that she wasn't going to let up until I attempted to access a past life memory. I told her I would do my best, closed my eyes and tried to imagine what could have possibly made the crystal "freeze" my hand like that.

When I did, my mind shifted gears and it was like I was watching a movie. I saw a man on guard duty, holding a gun. He fell asleep. It was very cold. He woke up and discovered his hand was frozen to the gun barrel. He went inside and his wife poured water over it. The hand got infected, gangrene set in. He lost his arm. I felt his grief and sense of loss like it was my own. I saw him living out his life feeling like he was a burden to others because he only had one arm and needed assistance.

After that, my arm stopped going numb while I was sleeping.

A couple years later, I took a class on the healing properties of crystals and gemstones, and now use them in my healing practice. I have numerous stories about the way my stones have interacted, seemlingly miraculously, with my clients. It is fascinating and amazing to work with them.

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