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“I have kyanite,” I told the Giant Night Terror…

May 16, 2008

(For 1 go here; for 3 go here)

I wore my new kyanite and aquamarine bracelet home from the store that evening and kept it on when I climbed into bed.

Before I’d left, the woman at the store had admonished me to be sure to make my intentions clear so the kyanite would know what it needed to know; otherwise it would just be a pretty stone in a pretty bracelet next to another pretty stone.

I laughed to myself as she said this because I knew and the stone knew exactly what we were after: night terrors. The aquamarine was along for the ride but I knew too it would be helping out with night terrors but more with the source of the night terrors.

Lying in bed, I thought about this as I looked at the stones before I turned out the light. Was I supposed to do more? I asked myself. And again I laughed since I knew that it had already been done. The intention was set in motion weeks before.

I have been struggling with night terrors for nearly 20 years, acutely and chronically. I have found some relief with therapy and journaling with my left hand, significant relief with copious amounts of omega 3s, and most recently, by burning resins of frankinsence and myhrr.

Now I’d just invested $150 dollars into a piece of jewelry with the hopes that it would do the trick. Yes, I felt a bit silly…and some significant doubts. But I thought again about how Lucy had been right before, and that I could feel the warmth and energy in the jewelers stones in Santa Barbara a few days before. I could feel how I was drawn to one stone in particular in this bracelet.

I would trust and accept whatever help I could find. And if it was in kyanite, in this bracelet, so be it. I turned out the light.

The night terror that night was the largest ever: he was floating above the room, filling it, his feet extended toward one end, his head toward me in my bed. He was probably 20′ long and 12′ wide. He had broad shoulders, narrow hips, short legs, a triangular shaped head with horns. In some ways, he looked like a tasmanian devil–the cartoon kind–but really, he was shaped more like rock art figures I have seen that are typical to this area of California.

In my night terrors, I am typically dumbfounded, speechless, screaming, pleading. Not this time.

“I have kyanite,” I told the night terror, holding out my bracelet.

“I have kyanite,” said the night terror, gesturing to a huge pendant on his chest. “My kyanite is bigger than your kyanite.” Indeed it was–his pendant was probably 4′ wide by 6′ long.

I was briefly taken aback. “I have kyanite,” I repeated.

And he disappeared. He disappeared. No fight. No screams. No fear. I wasn’t killed. I didn’t do anything to him, and he didn’t do anything to me. He simply evaporated.

And no night terror the next night either.

It is now time for bed, past time. For years I have dreaded going to bed, knowing that most nights, 90 minutes later, I would be awakened, terrorized.

But hey, now I have kyanite.

more to come…

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