Spiritual Healing: A Guide
Magic- isn’t that a sort of witchcraft? To Nicole, it’s everything but witchcraft, it is healing; it is her equivalent to your god. Crystals, essential oils, tarot cards carry spiritual power, only activated when you learn to believe. Call her a hippie, sure- she’s heard it before. Leave her & her crystals be 🙂
Recently, I’ve become intrigued as to how minute objects, like crystals, radiate vibrations, each at a different frequency; this is the energy that syncs with your body’s chakras- seven ‘areas’ of your body:
-the base chakra located from the bottom of spine to feet
– the sacral chakra- located slightly below the belly-button
– the solar plexus chakra- located between your belly-button and ribcage
-the heart chakra- covering the chest area right above the heart
-your third eye, right between your eyebrows (get it- third eye :p),
& finally, your crown chakra at the top of your head.
…Okay- now what do these chakras signify, and why do I deem them so important?
When balanced, each chakra allows my spiritual self to center around serenity. Personally, I’ve found that I feel most creative when my sacral chakra is stable, which is why I’ve managed to channel inspiration into writing this- all thanks to my diffuser! I’ve filled it with a citrus blend of orange & grapefruit & lemon oils, and it exhales an energizing vibe- my room’s been doused in citrus punch, and words alone cannot describe the tranquility I feel in my room. My speaker blasting Pink Floyd in the background; the soft breeze circling through my room, and of course the citrusy aroma in the air- a recipe for an anxiety-free afternoon.
As for my crystals, I bathed my sunstone in salt last night, whilst knowing that my sacral chakra would be in dire need of a creative surge- shout out to past me! The song of my sunstone rings like a gentle lullaby, soothing my anxiety and perfectionism, a stubborn trait of mine that drives me insane. In case you didn’t know, I wallow in perfectionism to the point where I become paralyzed with fear of any flaw in my work. As a writer, this is toxic: it blocks creativity and the flow of ideas; it quarantines my mind in a prison of boredom where I cannot daydream. I loathe this little devil constantly reminding me of my shortcomings. Out of spite, I whipped out my sunstone & oils, insanity’s remedy.
All in all, because I fervently believe in my sunstone & oils’ power and their capabilities, for they set my soul free for awhile.
Nicole Barnes | ’20