I have had a few interesting experiences in the last 2 days, since I started working with the Skulls and getting to know them. I will tell you about what I have experienced with one of the Skulls:
The Hematite Skull
1. My partner held it as she was falling asleep night before last. I had wanted to place that Skull on my heart chakra, and she had said for me to feel free to take it from her hand after she fell asleep. Not having the heart to do that—I knew it would probably wake her up—I decided to wait til the next night to work with it.
No sooner had I made that decision, than suddenly, still deeply sleeping, she reached from under the blankets to hand me the Skull. It was as if she had read my mind!
But also I felt an odd but strong sense that the Skull had suggested to her sleeping mind that she should give it to me—As if that Skull had wanted to work with me as much as I'd wished to work with it!
2. When I took the Skull from my partner, I noticed how warm it was—VERY warm—radiating the sort of temperature one likes from a heating blanket on a very cold winter night. Half-mystic/half-rationalist that I am, assumed that there must be a simple scientific explanation for how hot the skull was; say, that hematite is known for its qualities as an especially efficient body-heat conductor.
But still...I couldn't shake the feeling that it was peculiar how warm—almost HOT—the stone was, and how long it retained all that heat. It just didn't seem like a scientifically reproducible phenomenon.
I even tried it myself, using my own body heat! I held it for quite a while to see if it would pick up the same sort of me, esp. since I am always much warmer than my girlfriend. I wasn't all that surprised to find that it did not.
3. My third experience that night involved a coincidence of the kind which Carl Jung labelled"synchronicity". The sort of experience which seemed, for its duration, to dissolve the generally impenetrable boundary between my own individual self and... Everything Else.
An experience which abruptly and unmistakably grabbed my attention, as if to emphatically remind me that I am surrounded by a living, breathing, Conscious Universe which—to paraphrase poor old Nietzsche—gazes right back into me when I look deeply enough into It.
To put it plainly: I placed the still very warm Hematite Skull on my stomach. In my navel.
I was reading Paul Coehlo's novel, The Witch of Portobello, at the time. I read pages 160-166, before drifting off to sleep.
The next day when I picked up the book to continue reading, I realized that what I was in the midst ofreading was a passage about a small group of characters who experience a paranormal connection with each other concerning...navels! As I read the following 7 pages, it dawned on me that Coehlo was going on at some length, and in great detail, about the spiritual meaning of the "navel" to human beings, how it has been used as a powerful symbol by so many diverse societies across thousands and thousand of years: a potent symbol of the interconnectedness of all things and all beings.
It seemed so clear at that moment that I had received a crystal clear message from the Hematite Skull that I should give greater weight to the idea that physical reality is stranger than it seems on the service. That all the tangible stuff around us which feels so solidly constructed is not what it seems. A book, its author's imagination, my body, my mind, a piece of hematite which has been fashioned into the shape of a skull: it all intersects in some mysterious way, as if nothing is separate from anything else. As if everything surrounding us only seems diverse, chaotic, and manifold, when in fact, it's all the same thing. Consciousness, God, the Great Mother, a dream...who knows what? Only that it is all One. Such an old message contained in scripture after scripture from around the world! So why still so hard to grasp intellectually, much less to experience directly for one's own self?
The time lapse between my placement of a Skull on my belly button in October 2012, and the period almost 20 years ago when Mr Coehlo put that passage concerning "navels" in his manuscript may be a big illusion. The physical distance between Coehlo's imagination, a carved piece of hematite mailed from one country to another, a book printed at a shop somewhere else altogether, the electro-neurochemical impulses circulating around my brain, and the flesh of my umbilical pit: are they all connected, after all? Is it true what some physicists say, that there is no time but Now and no place but Here; that everything we can perceive with our senses is all made out of the same stuff: vibrant "strings" of energy wrapped like wire around a cental core of ...empty space!? That this "space time continuum" which envelopes us is just one way of seeing things, and not a very accurate way, at that: is this what the Hematite Skull had to "say" to me during our first "visit" together?
The biggest difference between the physicists and me is how many years it took them to acquire the education upon which their findings, and musings, are based—while for me, my own insights can come in a flash if the inspiration is powerful enough.
And apparently, our Hematite Skull contains a massive power supply!
My partner and I look forward to our continuing adventures with the Skulls you sent us.
And you can be sure that we will order from you again soon!
Thanks so much—
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