Wednesday, March 8, 2023

#2838 that was strange

When I went to Costa Rica in October 2021, the main souvenirs I bought for myself were some bracelets. The bracelets were allegedly made, or blessed, by a shaman and the stones were chosen for the mystical properties they hold. The bracelets are pretty and they were pretty expensive, too. 

I bought three for myself. Choosing them was a combination of my choosing them and them sort of choosing me. I know that sounds absolutely bonkers, but it's kind of true. Each of them came with a description of their energy. One is a lucky rope bracelet. It is the most simple. It is meant to attract health and good fortune. Another bracelet has rose quartz and hematite and is meant to attract the energy of happiness. It's pretty. The rose quartz is a gorgeous pink stone. It is woven in a grey twine. I only had it on for a couple of months when I felt that I didn't need what it was giving me. The third bracelet promotes anti-aging energy. It is woven in black twine and has some cool stones in it including onyx, volcanic stone, and tiger eye. I have been wearing it on my left wrist since I got back, along with the rope bracelet.

Earlier this week, maybe yesterday, I felt that I should take off the black bracelet. I didn't take it off, but the thought persisted. Here's where shit gets weird. This morning, as I was getting ready to brush my teeth, I had the strongest, most persistent urge to remove the black bracelet. I could almost hear a voice in my head telling me to take it off. Remove it. It has to go. I immediately loosened the strings and started working the bracelet off my wrist. The whole time, my brain was yelling, "Take that off!" Was it my brain? I don't know, but I remember saying out loud, "I am! I am taking it off!" Finally, I worked the bracelet free and put it on the bathroom counter. My wrist immediately felt as if a great weight had been removed. The bracelet isn't heavy, but I felt free.

I picked the bracelet up and actually told it thank you, then put it with it's friend, the rose quartz bracelet, which still has not called for me to put it back on, by the way. 

Reading back over this story, I shake my head at the absurdity of it. I don't know that I could make it up. I'm not generally prone to that type of imagination. 

Anyway. That's all I've got today.


2 comments:

Kteach said...

Weird things happen, I believe in stuff like this.

Lizzie said...

I'm with Mom. Way to listen to whatever it was!