Dec 29, 2016
As my conscience mind drifted off to sleep, I was clutching my smoky quartz for dear life. I felt I needed her, she helped ease my ever changing, never ceasing thoughts. Not long after finding peace, my head upon my pillow, did a spider wake me up. I felt it’s extremely light but familiar footsteps progress up the back of my arm as my opposite hand flung into action to swipe the tiny creature from my body. I exiled the tiny visitor’s physical existence from my aura, but a mark had been left subconsciously. My mind was full of spiders last night. I recognizing you, little messenger. What was it that you were trying so desperately to tell me?
