Crystal Vision

I remember when I used to look into crystal pieces and they would shift for me, presenting clqrity and rainbow fascination.

My eyesight used to be sharp and piercing: I could read the tiny print on bottles – which now I scoff at how microscopic the printing is now that “noone on this planet” can read easily without the aid of a magnifying glass.

Oh yes, we call this the “minimum covered by businesses as their ‘due diligence.'” They are required by law too print ingredients, disclaimers, and information – but it isn’t their responsibility to ensure that consumers can read it!

Ahem.

So my planny-plan that plans-as-can I am which I do at distance in the evenings (rather than holding them in my hands and mentally obsessing) is that I will look across at a smallish white crystal sphere nearby and try to see a bit of its insides flashing me with gleaming brightness.

They make me feel happy and inspired, you see. And I am hoping that over time with this nightly practice, my eyesight will come back to me from memory’s reconnecting synapses around whatever has caused its blocking.