Random Obsessions: Trivia You Can't Live Without - Nick Belardes
Genre: "Reference," but, please -- it's a trivia book.
Random Obsessions: Trivia You Can't Live Without - Nick Belardes
Genre: "Reference," but, please -- it's a trivia book.
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Here is a rock so rare, it is extraterrestrial! Moldavite is the only known gem-quality crystal that comes from outer space. About twenty million years ago, there was a meteor shower in the Czech Republic’s Moldau Valley, leading to the only known occurrence of moldavite to this day. As a medieval scholar, I find the association with the legend of the Holy Grail and moldavite to be of utmost importance. For one, Excalibur, King Arthur’s sacred sword, was supposedly forged from the iron of a meteorite. In Wolfram von Eschenbach’s Parzival, the grail is a lapsit exillis (stone out of the heavens). Many other theories equate moldavite with the philosopher’s stone, the long-sought source of wisdom for all alchemists, and it is even thought to perhaps be the sacred stone of Islam in Mecca, the center of the Muslim faith.
As such, moldavite is widely believed to be one of the stones that will help humans evolve. I had heard miraculous stories about moldavite that, quite frankly, I didn’t believe until my friend Bill loaned me the book Moldavite: Starborn Stone of Transformation, by a couple, Robert Simmons and Kathy Warner. Upon reading this book, I grew so curious; I felt I had to get some moldavite. Kathy Warner wrote of her immediate spiritual connection and growth from the stone and how it helped her to trust in the universe enough to open a crystal shop, Heaven and Earth, in Gloucester, Massachusetts, with no money, no plan, a few rocks, and a lot of faith. I was also struck by the episodes in which the authors told of customers that came in, browsed their shop, and often had incredible encounters with the bottle-green tektite. Kathy even named the physical reaction the moldavite flush. People sweated, turned red, and either laughed or cried. But what really made me curious was Robert’s story of how he had no reaction at all to the moldavite for many months and then, after patient medication; he had a magnificent spiritual awakening. Robert’s story appealed to the skeptic in me. What if I got some moldavite and it had no effect on me? Well, just in case, I could take comfort in Robert’s long-delayed epiphany.
So the same friend who alerted me to the moldavite went to The Sword and The Rose on Carl Street in San Francisco, got a lovely green silver, and brought it back to me while I was at work. I took it out of the bag and touched it, noticing how it felt rather like a piece of textured plastic. Bill looked at me with that charming grin of his and a twinkle in his eye and told me that he had gotten some moldavite for several of our friends. He seemed excited. Bill was a moldavite initiate, and just having it around had already made me happier. For himself, he had gotten a moldavite pendant, and he showed me how he could also wear it as a headband. I noticed that the moldavite rested on the exact spot of Bill’s third eye. I didn’t really feel anything except that it did rapidly pick up the heat from my hand, and seemed to hold the heat. Anyway, I felt rather disappointed that I didn’t have a reaction like those I had read about in the book Moldavite. I was, after all, hoping to feel exhilarated and ecstatic. Who wouldn’t?
The next day, I was to go to my own birthday party at a place in San Francisco’s Chinatown called Li-Po, named for the great drunken Chinese poet. Apart from being a bit grimy, the bar is a re-creation of a Buddhist shrine set in a cave with lanterns, incense, and many sacred icons, including some fabulous Buddhas. I was looking forward to my party but was also worried about the deadline on this book, feeling stressed, and, as always, more concerned about my friend’s happiness than my own.
That morning, I woke up feeling a bit odd and couldn’t go to the office to write. For four months, I had worked seven days a week; I had assigned myself a strict per-day count, and if I didn’t make my word minimum, I would beat myself up and increase that incredible pressure on myself. I had planned to work all day and then go to the party. By midafternoon, I felt hot and uncomfortable, I tried to read but couldn’t concentrate on anything. By the evening, I was in the midst of a full-fledged fever and was nearly delirious for two days straight. I missed several days of work. I simply had to give in to my body and let it all go. I heard the party was fun and everybody got along great. For me, an almost compulsively social, not attending my own birthday party was unthinkable. Interestingly, it happened and there was no catastrophe. But, the big news was that I had put my health and myself first.
Afterward, I felt clear, and somehow lighter. Even though I was tragically far behind on all my various projects and duties, I wasn’t worried. I knew they would get done in good time.
A thought had flickered through my feverish mind as I lay in bed unable to lift the remote control to adjust the TV – could that have the moldavite? It seemed like a silly idea, and I figured I had just caught a flu that came on very suddenly. I had left Robert and Kathy’s book on my writing desk at my office and I figured I would reread the moldavite encounters section to see if anyone had had similar reactions. Here is what found as I paged through this book: “Also for many people, there seems to be a cleansing process involved. Here the moldavite energies go first where there are blockages. When these have been release, there usually follows a pleasant lightness of emotion.”
I have gone on to read many stories of people who at first felt ill or felt like they opened a door into a new reality. Others quit jobs made them miserable, got out of toxic relationships, moved across the country, and made other fairly drastic changes. Whatever the change may be, moldavite transforms with no turning back and absolutely no doubt.
I kept my moldavite crystal on my writing desk to accompany me during the transformative journey of writing this book. I plan to further explore the outer reaches of my moldavite revolution through meditation. I am ready to shed a lot of old habits, old possessions, old ideas, and old ways of being that no longer serve me. I want to grow in consciousness and cleanse my “doors of perception.”
I urge you to do the same!
Oftentimes, messages come with animals, either live or in spirit vision. If this happens to you, you should study the meaning of this animal, as it may well become your personal totem or power animal. Bear in mind, too, that your animal totem might be a real surprise. You may be a 300-pund linebacker, and your totem might be a mouse. Remember, the totem picks you; you don’t pick the totem.
I was surprised when my animal totem first came to me. For whatever reason, I thought I was not a nature girl. I did a personal vision quest, and while a trip to an exotic place such as the Amazon jungle was not in my immediate plans, I felt I could definitely journey to the shore and make it a spiritual trek. Between Santa Cruz and San Francisco, there is a wonderful national park by the Pacific Ocean called Big Basin. Big Basin features a waterfall with a very large creek that flows down a mountain directly into the ocean. For sheer physical beauty and drama, Big Basin is nearly unmatched. The waterfall is a “word of mouth” phenomenon that only occurs after the rainy season. If you go at any other time, the waterfall is dry and, for all intents and purposes, simply does not exist. I decided that, for my purposes, I could experience a little of the magic my fried Terrance McKenna wrote about in his mind-blowing book, True Hallucinations.
So I set off on the seven-mile journey up the mountain to find Berry Creek Falls. Because I was hit by a drunk driver some years back, hiking is hard for me, sometimes. But I was extremely motivated to discover this hidden watery jewel, and the beauty of the spring day was sheer joy to behold. Through flowering spring trees, a singing brook, and a lush green landscape, I felt like I had rediscovered Eden all by myself. After about five miles, my ankle, which had been smashed in the accident, was begging me for a respite. I moved down the bank of the big creek and dipped my throbbing leg into the cool water. It felt so good, and I was so hot and hungry, that it seemed absolutely essential that I plunge into the creek. I think I lay in the water for at least two hours, and I felt an enormous sense of release there. I wept, letting go of deep emotions and past pain as the water flowed around me. Lichen, moss, leaves, and some small sticks caught in my waist length hair, but these added to my sense that I was getting closer to nature. I was in my element and very glad of it.
Eventually, I became aware of the world outside my mossy mermaid creek bed. It was getting late, and lacking flashlight or fire, I could either wash out to sea or return to the world and my life. Refreshed, a little more lucid, a lot hungrier, but with no distinct vision, it seemed that it was going to take another trip for me to get any real enlightenment.
I started the journey of several miles down the incline, deep in thought. After a few minutes I noticed that I was not the only one walking in the woods. I stopped, and the other footsteps stopped, too. I started and the other footsteps started again. The steps were very close. It seemed that someone or something was walking just off to my left, practically beside me. I started to get frightened; being followed was not in my vision quest plans!
Carefully and quietly, I turned to look in the dimming light. To my utter amazement, there was a young female deer walking beside me. We looked at each other, and I am not sure who was more frightened. We walked together and soon grew fairly comfortable with each other’s presence. I touched her and she didn’t flinch or run away. This was miraculous. I marveled that she remained at my side. I grew up in West Virginia, where deer simply don’t “hang out” with humans. I came to realize that this doe was my animal totem. She picked me, and definitely let me know that she was there for me, escorting me down the mountain from my vision quest. At the end of the grassy hill, before it became sand and beach, she turned, and with a long gaze, gave me her goodbye. I was practically shaking with excitement and an indescribable bursting feeling inside.
All those Native American teachings I had heard were completely real and true. Never again did I doubt the veracity of vision and spirit from the elders.
The realm of the spirit is there. It’s just waiting for you to walk in.