Dear Ed,
I’ve wanted to write to you about the crystal or tektite called Moldavite so long now, but never could feel up to the task. I still don’t but I realized I ought to just make a start sometime. You see, Ed, I have to be so careful, because the last message I want to send out, is that OWNING or HAVING any THING is a necessary part of someone’s journey or life. This is essentially SO wrong that my spirit is repulsed by the very vulgarity of it. It’s like saying love is powerful in someone’s life only when the lovers are together in body together; that their love is invalid until then.
I must tell you the truth, Ed, every plant medicine, every crystal, every energy in this universe is always in touch with our spirit, and the most powerful of these on our lives are not the ones we’re wearing but those somewhere out there in the universe that ARE THE FREQUENCY of our soul.
Our soul is a unique frequency, Ed, and we are naturally connected to everything else in the universe that’s of our frequency. There are huge rocks, heavenly bodies, frequency manifestations that are not physical in our realm, like angels, ancestors; and these are constantly affecting us.
The crystals that come to us in our lives, Ed, which we wear, which we have in our house, they are those which wish to work by bringing something into our close consciousness. It’s just one way they work and the real point of it is pleasure and enjoyment.
Just like true friends of the heart arrive from a distant homeland of ours to cheer us up and remind us of things we might have forgotten.
Our human civilization, Ed, is organized, despite even the thugs, around huge concentrated energy points on the earth. Millions, trillions and billions of people, bloodlines, are intrinsically connected to and the channels of energies of rocks. Whether we know it or not, we are all ancestrally connected to ancient rock held energies, like the Rock of Gibraltar, the Rock of the Temple Mount in Jerusalem, The Kaaba in Mecca, Kailash of the Himalayas, Machu Pichu in Peru, Mount Shasta in the US, Mount Fuji in Japan. These are just some examples, Ed. We don’t ever have to even go there to be the channels of these places. Our bloodlines and DNA are literally the manifestation and carrier of those energies.
For eons, humans go back to those rocks for healing because our DNA is of that frequency. Wars, energy warfare, black magic rituals of proportions you’d hardly believe exist are done to try and get control of these rocks. And that is because they themselves are portals to even stronger more concentrated frequency places existing in the universe – whether in the physical or other realms.
I’m saying this, Ed, to convey that the effects of rocks and crystals on us is not at all dependent on us owning or having them. This is a fact. For example a diamond three generations ago in the family, will continue to effect the family, even when they don’t have the diamond anymore.
My Granddad told me about this man. He was in the first world war and he lost consciousness on the battlefield from terror. His heart stopped and he experienced death. After the battle, his body was dumped with the others in a shallow grave. Because night fell and the soldiers doing the burying couldn’t keep working, they didn’t fill the grave in that night, leaving that work for the next day.
This man, Ed, when he left his body, went back home to England, and was walking through his childhood home as if pulled by his soul. He goes into a room that used to be his grandmother’s and her grandmother’s before her. In that room was an old, old desk. He found himself looking through it like it was transparent. He saw that at the very back of one of the drawers was a little rock, a pebble from the sea shore. Perhaps one picked up on a holiday to the sea as most people are wont to do, to remind us of good times.
That pebble had stayed there many generations, its meaning and significance long forgotten by the family; not valuable enough to even count as part of inheritance. But that pebble, Ed, glowed with a love that made our man cry. He fell on his knees and sobbed and didn’t know why. In front of him flashed memories of love that he had never experienced in that lifetime, and promises made of some past life. Love surged through him.
Next thing, he wakes up in this mass grave that snow was that second falling into. His body was so numb and stiff, having gone past the stage of rigor mortis, that he couldn’t move. He started calling on God in his heart and to his shock, because of some sort of shift, he fell even lower into the pit, now with dead bodies on all sides. But at that moment, Ed, the remaining warmth of the bodies, the vital energy still ebbing out surrounded his and in a minute or two he found himself able to move. There was a lot of vibration in that air there in the grave, because the blood in those bodies had recorded screaming and high octane emotion. That made his body warm and presently he was able to pull himself up and then start yelling.
You can imagine the shock of the soldiers who came and pulled him out.
He went back home uninjured and he went and found that that desk had been sold a long time ago. He was never able to track it down and find the pebble, but he believed the pebble was lodged quite nearly physically in his body and was the source and strength of his second life in the same body. Would you believe it, Ed, on his search for that desk, he found his love and experienced the highest joy and reason for living.
We never can tell, Ed, how the powers of the universe will manifest in our lives. We just need to remember that all we need in terms of energy and soul and body support will come to us. We must never forget this principle in our lusting after the beautiful energies in our beautiful earth. We must always have respect and honor for those energies which we cannot see, or feel; but which are guiding our soul from wherever they are.
THAT SAID, ED, let us now lust after Moldavite.
Honestly, Ed, if there’s a stone of our times, it’s Moldavite. It has risen into the consciousness of humans like a savior. The internet has so many people talking about it and so many people trying it and my God, it’s expensive. Lots of people say it’s the first stone they ever actually experienced the energies of, and that it was only after that that they were able to experience the energies of stones.
But I thought I’d tell you of my personal experience with it.
When I was in my teenage years, Ed, I used to astral wander a lot, go looking for Granddad. I used to go most often in the nights, leave my body sleeping here, and go and sleep near him wherever he was. I never planned it, it was always spontaneous. I was so used to it from when I was so little that I never consciously thought it was a thing. I thought everyone did that.
Anyhow, so one night, I went looking for Granddad and I found him in a train way, way, up north in Russia, Siberia. The train was near empty and I cuddled up near him and slept on his arm.
Very early in the morning, when it was breaking early light, the train stopped and a man got on. He sat in the seat just near the door where drafts of cold air came in every time it was opened. I looked at him because I thought at his age he’d have the commonsense to come sit further away from the door, instead of so close to it. That’s when I was even more surprised. He wasn’t wearing coats like the other people. He was wearing nothing on his upper body but a waist coat and it was open! And Ed, he was wearing green rocks. He had garlands of green rocks and he had a cap which was essentially the green rocks set like a helmet around and over his head. His front was nearly covered with the big green rocks in garlands.
As I stared, Granddad noticed and said to me, “Those keep him warm. They carry heat in them.”
“Why don’t you get some too?” I asked Granddad. “Oh no, I wouldn’t,” he blurted so quickly, I was surprised. “I’d be wanted for murder in two days of getting one of those,” he said to me. “They bring out what’s inside a person so powerfully, what the person wants to do.”
Now, Ed, you know Granddad’s story. How his entire family was taken from him, and how he was declared mad for insisting they even existed, and nearly died. His story is in my book, I’ll put the link in at the bottom of this article.
But as the train kept going, Ed, and I dozed in and out, I noticed that others didn’t seem to see the man in the green rocks. I found that crazy because it was so cold… How could people not notice someone in just a waistcoat and so many green rocks? Granddad said to me, “He’s not in the same time as them.”
“He’s in the astral like me?” I asked. “No,” Granddad said, “He’s in the physical, but he and stones are in their own time. It matches my time, that’s why you can see him.”
I didn’t quite understand that, Ed, at the time. Granddad said, “We’re born in a time, and then as we grow we move into the time of those around us. When he came upon those stones, they brought him back into himself, being himself so much that he began to be invisible to the others, and instead live in his own time. Now he just lives in his own time. He’s in his time, walking with God.”
“Doesn’t his face look wolfy?” I said. “Yes,” Granddad said, “His spirit has taken on those features as he is an explorer of the universe, like the hoary wolf of the wild.”
“Doesn’t he have family?” I asked. “Up on the heights, he will find them,” Granddad said, “Many years from now, when he gives up expecting to find his kind in this train.”
I was bemused by that. “My child,” Granddad said, “There is an energy in trains and moving vehicles that feeds those who are searching for love, for their kind. If one travels for decades and never finds their kind, it is not that the journeys are are a failure. The momentum of travel builds up and collects and then, there are energies like this rock that arrive, and take that build up of energy and suddenly move those into another form or dimension.”
“Like how a helicopter takes off the ground after spinning the fan blades a while?”
“Yes, indeed. The searching and the traveling builds up the momentum, and then a fire stone arrives, like the spark that gets an engine started and vrooom….”
I completely forgot about the man with the green rocks, Ed, till maybe a month or two ago when I suddenly realized where I’d seen huge Moldavite tektites before.
Seeing that man, Ed, had made me feel such love in my heart for humanity. Just raw humanity, Ed, how beautiful it is, it tugs on the heart and leaves a deep impression. How beautiful God has made us humans, Ed.
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I didn’t see Moldavite after that experience in 1996, Ed, till 2023. I saw this little bracelet of moldavite chips on Amazon. I was looking for crystals to raise my body temperature in the winter. I’d taken to sleeping on the bare floor (vitrified tiles) and decided to take the help of warming crystals. The ones that have worked for me in the past are Red Coral and Red Amber. But they were too expensive for me just then, and someone in the comments on that bracelet said, “I could feel a warmth coming from it.” So I thought I’d try that bracelet. It was really cheap, like about 3$.
It arrived a few days later and I put it on in hopes of warmth.
Now I have to give you some background information. I got brought up in a fake family not my own, and my Granddad only found me when I was 3 and circumstances meant he couldn’t take me away with him. Granddad didn’t talk to me about my true identity till my real dad did, when I was 23. And it took me years to come to terms with my birth identity. I don’t know if I can ever describe to you, Ed, the shock one goes through to find out that their birth identity is not what they were told it was.
To add to my problems, my fake family which was highly abusive, and which had sold me for ritual torture, refused to acknowledge my birth identity. My father was killed the very evening he returned home after telling me about it. Granddad was abroad and only came to India very rarely. When we met it was clandestine for his and my safety.
I had wanted since 2005 to write my Granddad’s story, but I’d found it so difficult, because of identity crisis. To write his story as his Great, Great Granddaughter, Ed, I had to take such a public stand for my birth identity. And with my birth identity, Ed, I have to take a stand for the truth of my family, my family that has been wiped out from history. It’s a story so crazy, Ed, that my own programmed mind found it so hard to cope with, let alone speak to others about.
I so wanted to write his life story, Ed, but I was so indescribably terrified out of my brains to do so, Ed. It’s not your usual Granddad story. There’s a lot of evil described. If ever, Ed, my blood ran cold at the prospect of doing something, it was the prospect of writing his story, Ed.
But I wanted to so very, very desperately because I myself was and am facing death because of my circumstances. I don’t want to leave without leaving a record of my wonderful, wonderful, darling Granddad.
Now that day in 2023 when I got the Moldavite, Ed, you’re not going to believe me, but do, because I’m telling you the absolute truth. In 24 hours after I got the moldavite chips bracelet, I published the 428 or so page book on my Granddad’s life.
This was a huge, huge breakthrough for me, Ed. To speak about my Granddad openly is such a big deal because I couldn’t for so many decades of my life. To speak of my birth family… I can’t tell you how it feels and how much I needed to.
I’ve never needed to know anything more about Moldavite, really after that, Ed. It really helped me come into my own identity and bring out that blocked love in me.
But I will tell you something more about Moldavite, Ed. Something deeply personal and something I do not think most people could possible see as clearly as I do.
You know how in a ritual in 1989 when I was 8, all the blood in my body was extracted ritually? During that ritual, Ed, I realized that the blood in different places of the body has different frequencies. The ritual doers extracted blood from several points of my body after doing rituals particularly of that frequency. Blood from the ankle for example, is a different frequency and consciousness than blood from the neck or ear or any internal organ.
Hormones circulate in the blood, Ed, and in particular places of the body the hormones in the blood are different. Blood around the reproductive organs obviously has concentrated sexual hormones more than blood in other places.
I experienced, Ed, that as they took the blood out from particular places, that that blood had certain feelings I felt there in that area of the body.
Now in the ritual, Ed, after the blood was drained from my limbs and organs, the last remaining blood was in the heart itself, and in the heart there were different sections from which the blood was extracted out. Maybe the fourth last section, Ed, that they extracted blood from; there, Ed, I felt the most intense longing. I cannot rationalize it, Ed. It was just the place in my heart from where I felt longing, yearning, desire. When they put the syringe in there and took those few drops of blood there out I felt that.
I got to tell you, Ed, that Moldavite is the next time that I saw that frequency. Maybe longing, yearning and desire are not the exact words. There’s a phrase in Sanskrit called, “Ichcha Shakti”. It means the “power of desire”. In life, Ed, we manifest things through desiring them. Really desiring them from our heart. Not mental desire, not mental psyching. Through the power of desire.
In the ancient Indian folklore, Ed, stones like Moldavite and other tektites like Saffordite, Agni Manitite, Colombianite etc., fall into a category of substance called “Chintamani”. A chintamani means, “wish fulfilling stone”. It sounds a fanciful, Ed, but it actually means the stone works by bringing up the power of wishing or desire. If we bring out that desire, that wish manifests.
Our natural desire, Ed, is our power of manifestation. It is our guide in life. If a person’s desire is suppressed, then everything of theirs falls into dysfunction, their physical body begins to wilt and weaken. Our life force expression, Ed, the key to the engine, is desire.
I find, Ed, that moldavite has the same frequency as the blood in the center of the heart, from where we desire things. And perhaps that’s why it so strongly brings out what’s inside us.
That’s all for now, Ed. Maybe in the future we will talk about this more. I have found this very overwhelming to write.
I end with a feeling of gratefulness to God for taking care of our spiritual needs with nature as much as our physical and emotional needs.
My book on Granddad’s life, “The Eighth of Seven Children“, my autobiographical book, “Spirit” and other books can be got by visiting https://Cara.Earth .
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