Post by Admin on Aug 4, 2013 20:23:25 GMT
The Gem
There was this gem, an emerald of deep green shine resting in the jewelry box waiting for its new owner
to pick it among other gems, to be worn in a finger of another lucky chosen one to have its brilliance and beauty.
That gem has its story to tell but no everyone can listen to, just special people born with or learn in a special science call psychometric, where one can feel and hear objects communicating their history, it was very interesting to know that is scientifically proven the energetic recording of history in stones and other objects as well, although can be only read by people train or born with psychometric knowledge.
Suddenly the Emerald felt the warm of a female hands picking her and was hold between her fingers, caressing its brilliance the emerald felt the admiration and joy of the lady that now owned it, after a while resting at her fingers the gem knew her new owner life, her loves and dreams, feeling it was time to communicate with her its history from the beginning of the creation up to the present day, and so it start radiating its energy to the lady that now so proudly wear it... Amapola felt an urge to take the ring out of the box, and bringing it to her forehead she stood for a while telling her thoughts to go away and come back later on, because she needed to communicate with this gem, only the thoughts radiated from the gem could be accepted. Feeling the coldness of the stone against her skin at the front head, Thoughts forms and pictures started appearing in her mind, alien forms to her own and then she knew she made contact with the stone energy and she started to record its experience narrating the images, she was receiving from the gem. Thoughts and images were shooting fast it was like a slice show with thoughts coming to her mind, like a conversation at an energy level and so she record it.
She received the image of a mountain, the sun was shinning and the gem was part of a large stone underneath the soil covered by the grass, it was growing everyday radiated by the moon and the sun, over it feeling so peaceful and restful, since the creation of the earth; suddenly pictures and thoughts came faster it was a convulsion on the gem that was eager to tell its story and was shooting the images and thoughts forms to fast.There were three men hands breaking the stone cluster where she was taken from its roots while their sweat felt upon it, the gem was in pain they cut and separate it front the remaining of the cluster and place it in a small pouch still covered with the soil, the stone rest in the pouch feeling the violence that surrounded it.
Suddenly the images get much clear the guys that possess it, were dead on the grass that once covered the gem, murdered by other men that want their goods, rough bloody hands took the gem out of the pouch and place it in a box there were other gems resting... They brought the gems to a city jewelry store and was sold there... Its new owner cut the stones around the cluster an polished, bringing up its brilliance and purity out to shine then mount it in a ring set up where she still remains.
A year passes while sitting in that shop window, when it felt the warmth of a soft hand that caress her luster,
admiring her beauty that was its new owner a middle age lady, that place it in a jewelry box and rarely took
it out to be worn and went she did it, was just to show up her power and prominence, she was such a proud lady that one day some men came in her room and kill her while sleeping taking the gem with them and brought the gem to another country, they sold the gem to another jewelry store, this place was much luxurious that the last owner, the emerald felt polished and brilliant she was treated much better, the store owner falling in love with the shinning stone gave it to his daughter, she wore the emerald with a loving joy, she married ,having a daughter and was a very happy lady when her daughter was of age she gave her the emerald ring as a gift and now this young girl grew up and own the stone that was happily narrating its story of recorded existence...
This special lady thank the emerald for the communication then the lady placed the ring band in her finger
knowing the secrets of its shinning gem, which was also recording its owner existence.
Maria© 2013