Thread: Stone Magic

I'll try and keep that in mind once I get some stones that I have found on my own. I think my ring is a bit too sentimental for me try and do that with.

True but I'm not that advanced yet in my meditations... I'm still rather new to the occult world so I'm doing things slowly. I will eventually get to that, I personally am not on a level to do it yet.

True. I have set several goals for myself though in regards to stone magick.

I'm actually studying several things at once right now. I'm enrolled in the school on the Esoteric Magick forums, which is taking up a lot of my mind as well as reading through a book that is teaching me the basics of the Wicca path. The stone magick is my to the side learning point since I've held a fascination with geology for a long time.

My thing is I'm waiting to truly delve into this ruby because I know the context's behind it. This ring has seen many many things. It survived a flood that destroyed almost everything my grandparent's owned while at the same time my grandfather died in the hospital during the flood.

My grandfather's presence is already known to me within the ring. His presence has actually been known to my entire family very shortly after he died.

My first experience with my grandfather's presence happened when we moved into a new house in December of 1993. My grandfather died in June of 1993 and so I was still very much grieving him since I was especially close to him. As I laid in bed I heard the sound of a walker going down the hall next to my room to the kitchen. I got out of bed and looked around the corner and saw my grandfather walk into the kitchen.

The next big experience we had was in 2000 or 2001. I can't remember exactly. My Aunt had a little girl and she had just started walking. We took a family trip the grave site of my grandfather. He is buried in Andersonville Civil War Memorial along with thousands of other people. His plot is almost literally in the middle of a very large group of stones. My Aunt set my cousin down to get the rest of the stuff out of the car and my cousin set off running. She didn't touch anything but ran swiftly to the middle of the graveyard. She finally stopped and started patting and baby talking to one particular stone. It was my grandfather's stone.

The same cousin later once she could talk came to my Aunt one night and told her she couldn't sleep that a Brown man was talking too much. My Aunt freaked out and ran in her room and no one was there so she sent my cousin back to bed. A few weeks later she came and told my Aunt the same thing. My Aunt asked her who this Brown man was. My cousin went and got a picture of my grandfather and handed it to my Aunt and said "Him."

I joined the Army in August of 2004. I was at basic training in Fort Benning, GA about 80 miles away from where my grandfather is buried. I attended a Lutheran service one Sunday. The hymn choices for the day were every single one of my grandfather's favorites. Amazing Grace, Onward Christian Soldier, and one other that I don't remember the name but could sing you the tune. The entire time I was there I felt his hands on my shoulders. I left that chapel crying.

His presence has already made itself known to me in the ring long before I did anything with the stone. My fear is the emotional response that I'll get if I delve too far into the ring. I know that I am not ready for this just yet and I need to strengthen myself first.