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Thoughts from a crystal mountain

15th July, 2015 Miscellaneous

“Fan her head!” the Red Queen anxiously interrupted. “She’ll be feverish after so much thinking.”

Lewis Carroll

Crystal Mountain

‘The time has come,’ the walrus said, ‘to talk of many things: of shoes and ships – and sealing wax – of cabbages and kings, and why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings’

Lewis Carroll

It was like a vice gripping my ankle. I’d been happily clambering up the mountainside on a crystal gathering expedition when I stepped on what I thought was a firm tuft of grass only to have my foot crash through into a deep hole. No matter how hard I pulled, I could not free it. I was being sucked into the earth. I’m a bit too old to do a Persephone impersonation, happy though I’d be to enter Pluto’s realm. I’ve met him often enough in the past. So I wiggled my foot but it was stuck fast. It was rather like life. You think you’re on a firm foundation and then suddenly wham, you’re down a rabbit hole. A new world has opened up. Somewhere you simply have to go. As there’s no choice, you might as well make the best of it. Explore the new space. I dug around and found a tiny but perfect crystal under my boot. Treasure indeed. It’s happened to me in so many ways. No wonder Alice in Wonderland was one of my favourite books as a child, closely followed by her Adventures Through The Looking Glass along with the exploits of Pooh Bear, a very wise philosopher indeed.

‘Life is a journey to be experienced, not a problem to be solved,’ says Pooh. So true.

I loved Eeyore for his pessimistic sanguinity too. He could always find an, albeit sideways, bright slant to anything:

“It’s snowing still,” said Eeyore gloomily.
“So it is.”
“And freezing.”
“Is it?”
“Yes,” said Eeyore. “However,” he said, brightening up a little, “we haven’t had an earthquake lately.”

A.A. Milne

[Nepal and Tibet have, of course, recently undergone a major earthquake and are still in desperate need of assistance. You can help by donating to Direct Relief who pledge to use every penny donated to aid the people there:]

I really should have listened to Pooh before rushing up that lush green dried-out watercourse. It had seemed the quickest way to the top, a break in the trees. But:

‘Always watch where you are going. Otherwise, you may step on a piece of the Forest that was left out by mistake.
— Pooh’s Little Instruction Book, inspired by A.A. Milne’

Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfastThose books were a great preparation for what was to come. I relished Lewis Carroll’s quirky fantasy world throughout my childhood. My only poem was called ‘Dancing with a cow’. It owed much to ‘The Walrus and the Carpenter.’ I mislaid it long ago but it involved a less-than-stately gambolling gavotte with a bovine companion. I was young at the time and knew little of Carroll’s own conflicted inner world. But the tale has stuck with me, in the way that certain books do. He gave me permission to think outside the box:

Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.’ Yes!

I’m not crazy, my reality is just different than yours

It also gave me the perfect answer to anyone who finds my world bizarre:

‘I’m not crazy, my reality is just different than yours.’ Agreed!

I used to quote something like that to my mother when I saw things that she said were not there. She was not amused. But my psychic grandmothers laughed and agreed. They knew just how many worlds enfold themselves around everyday reality.

Red Calcite boulder

Red Calcite boulder

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

Some people suggest Carroll’s inscrutable riddle is a comment on the paradoxes of adult life. Edgar Allan Poe surmised that it was because ‘they both come with inky quills’, a thought worthy of Eeyore. But for me it’s because sorcerous ravens spiral in apparently limitless flight and so does the imagination. The desk, or these days a computer, is where it roosts to spin its tall tales. An oracle bird, the raven has long been regarded both as a messenger and a harbinger of powerful secrets. Anyone who’s ever had a conversation with a young raven will know what beguiling deceits they weave. This is the symbolism of raven from one of my favourite sites, www.what’s-my-sign:

‘Dr. Carl Jung deemed raven symbolism to represent the shadow self, or the dark side of the psyche. I very much like this. Why? Because by acknowledging this dark side, we can effectively communicate with both halves of ourselves. This offers liberating balance, and facilitates tremendous wisdom (something the raven would be very pleased with). In other words, through the consistent unveiling of inner depths, and the positive/active utilization of inner impulses the esoteric secrets become exposed to the light of our own consciousness. This is at the crux of what the raven speaks to me.’

Avia Venefica

So, the raven and the writing desk are where the intuitive mind meets the rational, where soul and psyche liberate each beauty laid out in stonesother. That’ll do for me!

On our crystal seeking trip a raven and several red kites soared over the mountain. It was an incredibly shamanic place. Magical, mystical, mythical. It wouldn’t have surprised me to see the White Rabbit or the Mad Hatter tut-tutting along, or a Dormouse in a teapot come to that. Perhaps the Wild Hunt careening across the valley below. (There has to be some Celtic mythology in here somewhere.) Or, maybe, Persephone innocently picking crystals instead of narcissi? Instead I saw beauty laid out in stones.

Some but not all of the above flashed through my mind while trying to retrieve my boot. I’d managed to get my foot out but the toe was still wedged tight. I thought I’d have to limp back to my friends without it. But with a final heave it came free and I flew upwards. To be greeted by the most amazing sight. A sea of shimmering gold. Coruscating fire. Like looking at the sun emerging after an eclipse. Ra, rather than Pluto, had revealed himself while I’d been wrestling with my footwear. Isn’t that typical? We look down at our feet when we should be looking to the sky. The formerly gloomy clouds had lifted. Light had burnished a field of crystal ahead of me.

Celtic Golden Healer c. Terrie Birch

Celtic Golden Healer c. Terrie Birch

My reality had shifted yet again. As Eeyore says, ‘It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine.’


We’d found some beautiful Milk Quartz lower down the mountain and vividly coloured rocks that mimicked the landscape all round. Some rather nice Hematite Quartz, a piece of Galena, an enormous Red Calcite and a few small Golden Healers were already coming home with me, but nothing like this. This was treasure indeed. Shouting to the others to come quickly, I gathered handfuls. Next day I’d discover some gentle Blue Quartz by the stream lower down the mountain, and a spotted dolorite that had a toned-down frequency of Preseli Bluestone. More like a slow freight train rather than a roaring express train into the past – Sue Lilly’s so apt description of Preseli Blue. That and the Blue Quartz was exciting and perfect for water-healing, but this burnished gold, well that was something else entirely. As powerful as my favourite Green Ridge but with subtle undertones as you’ll discover in a later blog.

Celtic Golden Healer Quartz

Celtic Golden Healer Quartz. An extraordinary find. As high in vibration as the Green Ridge Quartz I prize so highly. So nurturing, so joy-full, infused with sunshine and such good vibes. The crystal was very talkative. So pleased to have been found. It had been pulled from its bed during road making. But it didn’t mind. ‘I want to go around the world,’ it said. ‘To create a grid to bring peace and harmony to the Earth. Let’s heal together.’
I’m honouring that request. Jeni will soon be offering it on www.angeladditions. Larger pieces will be for sale but smaller ones will be gifted to purchasers of other crystals. In gratitude. That way the energy will spread out to create that world-wide healing grid. Some will find its way into workshops too. I’m looking forward to including it in the crystals and kundalini workshops I’ll be running from the summer on (see workshops for details). It arrived too late to go into Crystal Prescriptions 4: the A-Z guide to chakra balancing crystals and kundalini activation stones – although Green Ridge featured strongly – but it’s perfect timing for the workshops that follow. Thank you crystal kingdom. Another wonder-full revelation.

Piglet noticed

Piglet noticed that even though he had a very small heart, it would hold a rather large amount of gratitude. So can we all.

“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”
A.A. Milne






We came down the mountain on a crystal high, we couldn’t stop laughing. It felt so good. Infused with light bubbles. As though our vibrations had been instantly upshifted by all that crystal energy. Come to think of it, some of the Golden Healer does look rather like frozen champagne bubbbles. So good in fact that Jeni Powell and I went back the next day, but this time we fossicked by the stream, rebalancing ourselves. Our other companions underwent a massive detox over the next few days as they adjusted to the new frequencies. But that’s often the way. Old energies have to be released to make way for the new.


On the way back to our hotel to meet up with old friends Sue and Simon Lilly, the late evening sun lit up the hills. It was bright. Blindingly so. Ra having his last fling. Every time I look at my landscape rocks, I am reminded of that moment. Bright orange and yellow with purple beneath. The lustrous light of evening. The setting sun about to enter the underworld once more. Ra fighting the forces of chaos to restore order to the world. Or so the ancient Egyptians believed. The underworld is the home of crystals of course, those same Egyptians thought they were gods, and these wonderful beings have emerged to help us fight chaos and restore harmony. They offered themselves freely. They’d been brought to the surface and wanted to be gathered and distributed. And so they shall be.

We’d had a long journey to get there and I have to thank Josie and Jason, our intrepid off-roader, for their assistance on the final stretch – and for inviting us in the first place. But what a rich reward. As was their magical house snuggled in its mountain bower. There will be a crystal circle there very soon. Thank you crystal mountain. You are a very special sacred place indeed.

Let’s end with another quote, amended from the Lewis Carroll original for the Tim Burton movie. But it sums things up nicely. I use it when people say that I’m crazy to be talking to crystals, and I sometimes tell it to myself when I hear the answers, but how else would we know what these potent beings want to do?

The Mad hatter

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