Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Ebb and Flow.
A couple Â of years Â ago, Â when I was Â justÂ starting Â to meditate on a regular basis, it was really hard for me to get Â into Â it. Â Iâ€™d Â always heardÂ about Â people Â who Â would meditate Â and Â get Â the Â full-blown TV Â movieÂ playing Â on their inner channels Â whereas Â I got…nothing. I would recline comfortably on the sofa, in the living room with my drums, plants, Indian Â grindstones and heavy meteorites, and Light Altar nearby.
I would try hard to relax and give myself some private time but often, one of the girls would bang into some- thing or argue or turn on the TV or otherwise distract me from an intent to meditate for 20 minutes. If I did lapse into meditative self-awareness, Â Iâ€™d be quickly Â pulled out of it. The interruptions didnâ€™t help my feelings of meditative inadequacy.
In time, I came to understand Â visualization, Â meditation, and how it all works and what a wonderful creative place Iâ€™d find Â myself in. The girls, too, came to under- stand the calmness I needed for meditation which would in turn calm my nerves.
I also found that my meditations were different based on my Â interaction Â with certain crystals and gem stones, depending on the properties of the stone. I started placing one small stone on my third eye to assist the meditation and found that not only did it help me focus on the meditative state by the sheer small weight of something cool Â on Â my Â brow Â but Â they Â also Â affected Â the Â intuitive flashes differently.
My copper-bound Â crystal pendant, for example, connects me with the man in my dreams and meditations very easily. The chunk of amber or the rounded piece of jet that fits in my palm, both lightweight, produce differ- ent types of meditations. Iâ€™ve used amethyst, Larimer, laboradorite, pietersite, rose quartz, crystal quartz, and even a stone used in a shamanic journeyâ€”all with different effects.
My daughters Â are used to finding me in meditation ever so often, Â many times with a small round stone on my forehead Â and a pleasant Â smile on my face. Theyâ€™re used to me sitting up later with a new book Â idea or an epiphany, too.
Maybe theyâ€™re too used to it.
Last year, I came home from work with a god-awful headache I Â couldnâ€™t shake. I finally relented, took a pill, and crawled onto the sofa for a nap.
Sometime after that, I was vaguely aware of Aislinn tiptoeing through the room and opened my eyes. â€œMommy?â€ she said, assuming Â I was trying to meditate and was having trouble, â€œwould you like for me to put some rocks on your head?â€