Sacred Stones, Part 4

Obsidian. To this day, I still have no idea how I came to be in possession of this. Cool, yet it vibrates with energy.

Another rock from the river in Tennessee. It has seams in it, like very narrow cuts – you can see this in the picture. I think this rock reminds me of myself – if I were calm and still. I love its texture. Another altar rock.

The rock itself is not extraordinary. I have no idea where I got it or why I liked it. It has, however, been used for ritual blood sacrifice, within the practice of my Heathenry. For this reason, it is sacred; it has been anointed with my blood. Someday, when the time is right, I will bury it in the right spot – when I find it.

A smattering of rocks from Oregon – some collected by me, and some by one of my roommates, who brought them back with me in mind. They each have a different feel.

A huge chunk of labradorite. One of the few rocks I’ve used in this piece that I actually bought. Not only is it beautiful, it feels incredibly soothing to me. Plus its backside is unpolished, for a fantastic contrast of texture.

Smoky topaz. I mined this, with my family in Tennessee. The piece itself is huge, especially for a semiprecious stone. Although it is probably too flawed to make large pieces of cut jewelry out of, I would rather have it in its original state. It also happens to be my birthstone (yellow topaz, not specifically smoky topaz). I’ve often thought about having it wire-wrapped, so I can wear it as jewelry without cutting it. It has a slow energy to it.