Obsidian is a mineraloid we had never worked with. A couple of months ago it began to whisper at me. Then it got louder. So I did some feeling and some writing, and we did some searching.
Obsidian is not classified as a stone, but rather a “glass” because it hardens from lava so quickly with no time to form a crystalline structure.
This metamorphic magic acts as a swift healer, a talisman of the Shamans, and a tool for cutting energetic and physical threads that are ready for release. It is an ego check. A reminder that in order to stay in balance, we need our ego and we definitely need boundaries, but the ego has a tendency to take control of the wheel while it is much more suited as a passenger to the vehicle of the heart.
Obsidian is classified as a mineraloid and dates back to the Old Stone Age when it was fashioned into arrowheads, knives, axe heads and polished into mirrors for seeing into the past, present, and future, making it a kind of ancient crystal ball. It has been known to assist humans across the globe to face the truth of the shadows that pull us into the depths of our own internal caverns.
We pilgrimage deep into these metaphoric internal caves so that we may face the roaring ego, shed some of her skin and retrieve the silver sheen that was hiding in the cracks of the rocks where the lava rolls. I know this ceremony well.
If I had a hard time catching the light for the other pieces of this collection, Obsidian proved the most challenging of all.
For it has these epic glimmers of luminescence, but they are nearly impossible to capture in a photograph. We came to realize that their almost imperceptible radiance is a mark of their sovereignty, a sovereignty and personal power we feel whenever we wear them.
Obsidian is the stone for calling back your power, your sacred rage, your fierce desires. Obsidian does its own thing and through her freedom, she teaches us how to become more free. Obsidian is a reminder to root down, embody the lower chakras, touch anger so it may voice itself, feel it all, and welcome the wholeness of experience with an open heart. Lions have the bravest hearts. And the loudest roars, protecting their right to love the way they choose.
May these pieces help you set your heart's desires as your compass, and give you the courage to follow it.
To the beat of your own drumming heart,
all the love,
the POUND girls