My quartz collection sat in a drawer for years — until frequency changed what it could do .
I've been collecting quartz since the beginning. Lemurians, Himalayans, phantoms, rutilated — I wanted to hold every variation, not because one was better, but because each one felt like it had its own personality. At the start, quartz felt like something ancient and quietly intelligent — clarity, structure, stillness, all held in one small formation. I'd wash them, set them in the sun, and just sit with the rainbows caught inside.
But somewhere along the way, I got distracted by stones with more color, more drama. My quartz collection went into a drawer. And even before that, if I'm honest — I'd felt it plateau. I was still doing everything right. Cleansing, sun, intention. And still, something in me felt like it was reaching for a little more than my crystals alone were giving back.
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