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The Dragon Stone

by Diane, posted in Magic of Stones

My daughter surprised me on Mother’s Day with two stones. The largest, a Dragon Stone, was about the size of my baby finger. With it was a write-up that told me what it was and its properties. Here’s what the note said:

Dragon Stone: “Level Up”: With a magickal title like “dragon stone”, the properties of this gem does its name justice. Like a vial of health in a video game, dragon stone (also known as Septarian) has a nurturing vibration that encourages healing and a sense of well being to those who carry it. While it doesn’t add lives as you play, this stone does recharge your sense of spiritual, physical, and mental vitality when you are feeling drained. It is also known to aid in communication within a group.

Digging further, I found this:

1. Legend has it these stones contain fossilized pieces of ancient dragon bones.

That could be a good or bad thing, depending on how one feels about carrying around bones of the dead. If the dragon died of natural causes, whether old age or in adventure or battle, I’d love to carry its bones. If it was slain for its bones, then that is negative energy I don’t want.

2. This stone is associated with the root and sacral chakras.

Since I want to explore this ancient healing practice, this is a plus.

3. This stone is said to soothe the nerves and aid in internal organ function.

We all need our nerves soothed at times, and we need our internal organs to function all the time.

This is the stone whispering to me at the moment, so I carry it with me and include it in rituals I do. The name alone – Dragon Stone – is great inspiration. While not all dragons are good, many are, just like humans. If you’re looking for such a stone, this one was purchased at Calling Corners, Truro, Nova Scotia.

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The Magic of Stones: Chrysocolla

by Diane, posted in Magic of Stones

I came into possession of my chrysocolla stone about four years ago when I met a man selling stones. Before I had met this man, I had not heard of it. I was first attracted to its brilliant glistening green. I also loved the shape. It is not smooth to the touch and feels more like light-weight sandpaper.

At times I carry it in my pocket. Other times, it is tucked away with other stones. Since the beginning of this year, it’s been resting on my laptop between the couplings of the oak leaf and rose hip and the chestnut and sprig of rosemary.

The tag that came with the stone reads:

Chrysocolla is first and foremost a Stone of Communication. Its very essence is devoted to expression, empowerment and teaching. The serenity of its turquoise-blue colour discharges negative energies, calms and allows truth and inner wisdom to surface and be heard. A peaceful stone, it emphasizes the power our words and actions have on those around us, and encourages compassion and strengthening of character.

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The Magic of Stones: Personal History

by Diane, posted in Castle Keepers, Magic of Stones

Isla of Maura, one of the main characters in the Castle Keepers series, has an attraction to stones. When the energy in a stone calls to her, she picks it up and carries it until she finds the person who needs it.

This character trait came from my own curiosity and habit of gathering stones. My interest in stones has walked with me all my life; it is so strong that when I was 14 years old, I stole a stone that had caught my eye. I know: who steals rocks?

The odd circumstances around this theft has stayed on my mind for almost four decades. You see, that day, my father and I were driving in his truck, perhaps going to the general store in Spanish Ship Bay, when he pulled into the driveway of the long white building along the harbour that used to be a restaurant at times. I believe it was called the Lighthouse Restaurant in the early 80s.

Anyways, at this time, the restaurant had closed, and an older man I did not know occupied it. Perhaps my father knew him since this was the area where he had been born and raised. It was summer. We walked in and my eyes drank in the boxes filled with various types of rocks. While my father and the man chatted, I walked around ogling the rocks. Some were undisturbed, as if recently plucked from the ground and put into the box. Others were polished smooth. Some where cut into shapes.

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