Rock Shows: The Heavy Kind

A good flow of people and not so packed it's uncomfortable. Local rock shows are a great place to mingle with like minded people and pick up some choice possessions to add (or start) a rock collection!
A good flow of people and not so packed it’s uncomfortable. Local rock shows are a great place to mingle with like minded people and pick up some choice possessions to add to (or start) a rock collection!

October is the month for my local rock show. I have been a member of the club coming close to a decade now. Last year I stepped down from the role of Vice President of Special Events, a title I held for 6 years. It is always good to change things up and give someone else a chance to make a difference. I am still very active in the goings on and will be volunteering for the up coming show, as I have done for past events. My parents told me we went as a family to the rock club’s show in it’s beginning days, which I have vague memories of. None of us were ever members and it wasn’t until my adult years I joined. Not sure if either of my parents thought I would turn into the crystal believer I am today? A big take away from the years involved with the club is a better understanding of nature. Some things us humans and nature (I’m looking at you mineral kingdom) have in common is noticing, being around to witness change. The ability to see life unfold, develop and then choosing to contribute or be passive with the states of maturity. I believe both life forces offer opportunities, the choice to either release energy or remain quiet.

I have attended a few different shows around New England and still rank my club’s as one of the top 3. The mecca of all rock shows is held during the month of February in Arizona. Everyone tells me I have to go, “There is nothing like it, yards and yards, football fields upon football fields of rocks!” they say. To me rock shows are basically all the same. It’s a coming together, celebrating the majestic-ness found within the earth, under one roof. Some show’s house hundreds of dealers while others have a handful. The conclusion I have come to in regards to a show, size doesn’t matter. Square footage is not the issue, is not the success meter of a show. A good focus for a rock show with heart is who collects the minerals, how they are displayed, traveling conditions, health of the dealers, reasons for selling, location of venue, staff running the show… theses are the things that keep me coming back.

Many shows have spectacular displays featuring larger scaled beauties. Sometimes the displays are to showcase a theme throughout the show. Other reasons simply need no other excuse but to show off the mineral and share the spender which took years to create!
Many shows have spectacular displays featuring larger scaled beauties. Sometimes the displays are to showcase a theme carried throughout the show. Other reasons simply need no other excuse but to show off the mineral and share the spender with which took years to create!

I’m drawn to those who care about their goods quicker than those who don’t have the right things invested working with mother earth. I believe nature looks up to us, fingers always crossed we do better tomorrow. The rocks are her children, the oldest children with the most wisdom and assistance to give to others. People don’t have to buy into the metaphysical aspects of the crystals. Dealers should be respectful and honor the mineral helping with their livelihood. Buyers should be aware of what they are purchasing, especially marveling over the age of the specimen in hand. Love what you have and look forward to sharing with others to bring about more joy and knowledge. Give your local rock show a try. Stop by and visit the information booth about the club hosting the show, you never know what you might unearth!

Sharing Angelic Beliefs

The medieval 'Queen Mary harp' Clàrsach na Ban...

I had a very affirming conversation with a woman the other day. Because I was representing the local hospital (Reiki volunteer) a level of professionalism needed to be maintained. All I wanted to do was yell, “Me too!” while pulling up a chair and continuing the convo like school yard buddies reuniting during college’s Thanksgiving break. Keeping my voice low and not waving my arms around while conducting energy work is hard enough here, now finding a new friend who is talking so openly to a stranger (me) makes my heart sing. Some of the topics covered were near death experiences, good and not so good entities, faith, and angels. I would like to devote some WP time to angels and the things I consider to be factual. Again, this is my opinion based on personal experience, stories read, lectures heard, accounts of others (my new friend in particular) and an overwhelming sense of truth on the matter.

Enough proof has been collected over the years and I’m happy to proclaim, angels always have music and song around them. This orchestra and choir is unlike anything us humans have created or heard but it is similar enough for us to interpret as music and song. The woman I met, who prompted this post out of me, concurred as to not fully understanding the sound. We spoke of a few  experiences with our eyes brimming with joy and wonder. Incomprehensible beauty and awe, scored with grace, including a melody of hope and love is an attempt to explain what it sounds like. The written word still falls short of explaining the angelic music. No, interpretive dance would not help either, wink.

The Son of Man

Another fact is angels often come before key players. That was a relaxed and playful way to write, angels clear the way for some of the most loving spirits. Mother Mary and Babaji are two I’m familiar with. Why do angels lead the procession? I can only speculate and guess it is to assist with the balancing of  energy required for the ones behind them. Another ways to say it is, angels help to raise the vibration of the room so the message, blessing or communication  from key speaker, is channeled in a way that’s the most beneficial for all concerned.

Those were the two metaphysical things I learned and now fully believe to be factual after my jam packed 5 and a half hours of volunteering. That day was filled with all types of emotion, covering all levels of the spectrum. Taking a short  break before calling it a day, I sat with one of the nurses in the lunch room. My new friend was heading out too and found me and her nurse in the room. It’s Easter time and her Catholic community performs traditional holy week ceremonies which she actively participates in. As she was telling us about her weekend plans (which included singing) I pictured her dressed in white clothing. Then, more subtle than a breaking news ticker scroll, I heard very clearly in my mind, make sure you tell her to wear white. Just as fast as I was receiving information, she was gone. The prompting had the type of alert to heed, so I excusing myself from the table to chase down my new friend. Pushing the boundaries of professionalism, I shared with her some of the information by saying, if she has the chance,”…wear something white for the events” Not going into too much detail, I kept up my smile and added, “Wearing white might allow some type of blessing to come through clearer and more focused, helping you with whatever healing you needed.” She nodded in understanding and we were  glad to be able to give one another a hug. Hugs are professional, right?

When I got back to my lunch mate, I said with a full heart, “God bless you for being a nurse.” She laughed and said with a mouth full of quiche, “God bless you for volunteering.” Fair enough… fist bump.