I did something so Beverly Hills yesterday. Yes, I was crystal healed.
I'm in LA for the week to visit some friends. If you're not aware, I lived in LA for a couple years. Moving on. My LA friend Danielle (see above right) has explained to me the powers of crystal healing many times over. I've always been agnostic when it comes to religion & spirituality and skeptic when it came to alternative medicine, so I wasn't sure what to believe. But I noticed something about Danielle's energy. She was never toxic or neurotic, but once the crystals came into her life Danielle seemed more grounded and serene. She lets the bullshit go. And she's glows!
Was it the placebo effect? I had to find out. Danielle invited me and a couple other friends to visit her friend Jess's tent at Artists & Fleas. She was selling her jewelry (see above) and also seemed grounded and at ease. Jess is a crystal healer and I have always been curious about her work, but was never sure if I'd go through with it. I threw the idea back and forth with Danielle and she helped me arrange an appointment with Jess.
I met Jess at her office in Santa Monica. I don't know what I was expecting, but I wasn't expecting her workspace to be so medical. She asked me to fill out a sheet with my background and we had a small therapy session. It was easy opening up to Jess. She's a wonderful listener. I explained my anxieties and how I was dealing with slight depression. I told her I've had a hard time feeling balanced in NYC. That despite the awe-inspiring feng shui, I don't feel at home in my apartment. That I've had a hard time connecting with New Yorkers and I've mostly drawn in superficial friends. That I have difficulty expressing my thoughts, ideas and intentions off paper. And like a Real Housewife who had just fired her psychic, I was in desperate need of a chakra adjustment.
I lied down on a heated table and she placed two rocks in my hand. I closed my eyes and she brought out an ohm tuning fork. She sent out pings that went through my body like electricity. She told me to take deep breaths and to imagine a stream of light entering up through my sacrum and out through my head with each breath. She added rocks along the top of my pelvis and along the solar plexus, heart center and the rest of the chakras. She circled a pendulum-like wand thingy over my seven chakras. In the meantime, I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I knew I was suppose to relax my mind, but I can never relax my mind. A few unrelated thoughts swirled through my head. Then the few thoughts turned into one thought. I lied there for a moment, feeling relaxed, focused and anxiety-free. One could chalk my newfound complacency up to the ohms or laying on a heated bed for over an hour, but intuitively, I felt it had something to do with the crystals. Then again, was it the placebo effect? She gave me a glass of water. I sat up, and she explained the entire process. She detected a few problem areas. The root chakra, where many of her clients hold negative energy and the throat chakra was closed, blocking expression. She then said I carried stress all over my body. She told me that the next time I felt a strain, I should focus on the problem area and think about what it was that stressed me out in the first place and I think she told me to place a crystal on that spot. She took out her prescription pad and jotted down a few notes and showed me how she opened up each chakra. She then prescribed a few crystals, one to drink with gem water.
I still didn't know how to feel about the process. Was I just relaxed or had I been crystal healed? She then placed a rock in my hand to explain the texture of another rock. It was dull and I didn't know what to do with it. Then she gave me a rock she had prescribed and it was like WOAH! I felt the rock's energy tenfold. It was electric. How could one chunk of rock feel so different from another with the same texture? When did I start reading energies? It was crazy! I felt like being crystal healed had opened up a sixth sense. Throughout the day, it was easier to express myself. I can't explain it, but it was. I adopted an "I don't give a fuck" mentality and said whatever I wanted to say. I felt less anxious. I had a sore throat, but for some reason it didn't bother me. It was weird and kind of great. When it comes to crystal healing, I'm not an 100% believer, but I'm pretty close. I'm still waiting on my crystals and I'll have to feel them out over the next couple of months before I can deliver a final verdict.
One bitch's quest to love NYC.