As a child I collected everything. I had troves of pinecones, fossils, sea shells, feathers, rocks, bones, and an herbarium with thousands of mounted dried plant specimens.
All I knew about rocks was that I liked them. Geology and chemistry hadn’t taken hold yet.As important to appreciating minerals as that is, there was one more quality that kicked in: Mysticism.
Every rock, in fact every living thing on this planet has a unique vibration. shamans, crystal healers, and lots of regular folks are able to feel these distinctions. Discovering this rich aspect of the world around me, I felt a bit like a blind dog in a meat house. I sought out and collected and used Earth magic from all over the World, often guided by little more than my internal rainbow.