I pull out two quartz crystals from a decorated wooden box. They smell like the pine and white sage they have been resting in. I roll them around in the same hand. Even though they are about the same size, there is something strangely different about them. Yes, the one on the right feels warmer, heavier in some strange way superseding the physical.
I set down both of the stones, then pick up the strangely warm one in my hand again. There is a dark radiance within. Clutching it tightly with my right hand, I flex my muscles and apply a great deal of pressure to it. Although it is natural for my muscles to get tired once they have done work, something is different now. The more I press, the weaker my arm becomes, as if it is going numb and I am losing blood, losing my very strength.
The vibrations that permeate from this stone are more than dark and mysterious. The unfriendly character of it bodes badly. Something must be done.
A sacred bowl is found and filled with water; rock salt is cast into the water, rippling as it sinks. The stone leaves my hand and is thrown into this water, surrounded by lavender, to be purified and sanctified, in order to banish what lies beneath its glassy, gorgeous surface and exists in the airless world within the stone. It screams. I watch as it sinks and sits among the salt, its energy nullified, utterly. Only a weeks time can cure these ailments.