cheers: manmade moonstone
from the depths of the abyss, i began my spiritual journey. stepping into chantique, the oldest store in midland gate, i searched for something that screamed das ding. i looked at the things on every shelf. the incense, mood rings and dreamcatchers, the mosaic elephants and nepalese clothes. then finally i got to the gemstones. there must be a crystal for me, i thought. there must be a crystal for me. one by one i took the stones and turned them in my hand, sometimes holding them up to the light, sometimes examining the shadow on my hand. then finally i found the one that spoke: a small egg shaped blob of opalite, clear as milk gone blue in the shade and gold when pierced with light, its outlines glowing rainbows only found in stagnant ponds of gasoline. it was the prettiest opal i'd ever seen and a bargain at three dollars fifty, but i was taken aback by the information sheet: opalite, aka, manmade moonstone. manmade? made of what? resin? plastic? glass? surely glass, but so what? after paying, the lady at the counter asked me if i knew how to recharge the stone. i asked her what she meant. crystals soak up negative energies she said. we get a lot of addicts and shoplifters in this store. you dont want to be taking that home. she told me that when i got home i should wash the stone in cold water and leave it out to recoup its energy under the light of the full moon. but its man made, i said, how can it have energy? all things have energy, she said, and i couldnt argue. energy is the first thing you learn in physics.
now it has been three months and so much bad energy has been channelled into this stone. its opalescent properties have dimmed and it no longer fills me with the same wonder. yet if i rinsed the stone and left it out by the moon, where would my bad energies go? they would just pollute the atmosphere and cause further harm. no, it is better they stay trapped in the stone. i can just buy another.