As well as the Tour de France, of which everyone has heard, the French have an annual cycling festival called Semaine Federale, held in a different city each year. A good plan, as it shares out the profits as well as the inconvenience and disruption to people's lives. I wouldn't have known about it if it weren't for the skulls . . . . crystal ones that is.
By 2004 I'd acquired four of them - buying one is a mistake, since it lets them get started in your home. That first one paves the way for the second - the two of them put their heads together and soon there are four. Once they had a power base, things started seriously hotting up.
By 2004 I'd acquired four of them - buying one is a mistake, since it lets them get started in your home. That first one paves the way for the second - the two of them put their heads together and soon there are four. Once they had a power base, things started seriously hotting up.
They demanded things - they wanted a table to sit on, and I gave them my tarot table, covered in an embroidered cloth. It seemed flowers made them happy, so I picked roses from my garden. Candles, incense and feathers came next. I should have known, the day they asked to go under a cloth, that things were getting serious. Now I could not see them, but when I passed their table they would give out messages. They were working to bring another skull, they said, it would be citrine and its name was Frankenstein. I told them that was not a name I liked.
I told Joshua Shapiro, my crystal skull mentor, what they were up to, and he said he did not know of any citrine skulls. Nevertheless, they were certain - Frankenstein was coming! Joshua was launching the world's first crystal skull conference in Switzerland. He invited me, but I declined. That kind of thing is outside my income bracket.
One day, passing their table, I heard the skulls say "We're going to Switzerland".
"I don't know how you'll get there," I said, "because I'm not." But they didn't drop it. And the citrine skull turned up on ebay - he was in Brazil, and very expensive. I put him on my watch list, and wrote to the maker saying we would do our best to meet his price, but if he could come down a little, it would make things easier.
Summer arrived and I started thinking about a holiday - on my bike of course. I remembered the chap we went to Normandy with in 2000, in an old banger of a bus. He was cheap. He might be going somewhere. I went to his website and noticed a flashing icon - 'late availability' - I clicked on it.
He was taking the bus to Semaine Federale at a place called Cernay. I typed Cernay into a search and found there were six places all with the same name. One was within two days' ride of the conference in Courtemaiche, Switzerland. "All right," I said to the skulls, "I'll find out which Cernay it is, and if it's that one, we will go."
It was. We did. When I told Joshua the story of how we got there, he iinvited me to speak to the conference. In a meditation, the skulls revealed how they could be used in healing, and I conducted individual and group sessions using them, something I had never thought to see myself doing.
After the expense of the holiday, I thought I could wave goodbye to the citrine skull, but when I got home I found an email offering him at a price I could easily afford. The maker had been told in a dream that he was meant for me.
He arrived. His name is Frankenstein because, after all, he is a creation of the Gang of Four, and they had already named him. Who was I to argue?
One day, passing their table, I heard the skulls say "We're going to Switzerland".
"I don't know how you'll get there," I said, "because I'm not." But they didn't drop it. And the citrine skull turned up on ebay - he was in Brazil, and very expensive. I put him on my watch list, and wrote to the maker saying we would do our best to meet his price, but if he could come down a little, it would make things easier.
Summer arrived and I started thinking about a holiday - on my bike of course. I remembered the chap we went to Normandy with in 2000, in an old banger of a bus. He was cheap. He might be going somewhere. I went to his website and noticed a flashing icon - 'late availability' - I clicked on it.
He was taking the bus to Semaine Federale at a place called Cernay. I typed Cernay into a search and found there were six places all with the same name. One was within two days' ride of the conference in Courtemaiche, Switzerland. "All right," I said to the skulls, "I'll find out which Cernay it is, and if it's that one, we will go."
It was. We did. When I told Joshua the story of how we got there, he iinvited me to speak to the conference. In a meditation, the skulls revealed how they could be used in healing, and I conducted individual and group sessions using them, something I had never thought to see myself doing.
After the expense of the holiday, I thought I could wave goodbye to the citrine skull, but when I got home I found an email offering him at a price I could easily afford. The maker had been told in a dream that he was meant for me.
He arrived. His name is Frankenstein because, after all, he is a creation of the Gang of Four, and they had already named him. Who was I to argue?
Pictures: Top - Ready for the off - Semaine Federale
Middle: Jethro (Indian Amethyst) and Marguerite (Rose Quartz) - skulls 2 & 3
Bottom: Frankenstein arrives. His skull mentors/creators in the foreground are (l to r) Haakon (malachite), Marguerite, Princess Xena (astrophyllite), Jethro.
Below: the situation by 2006 - Gang of Four, centre front, behind blue agate slice. You will see they had now begun collecting crystal pillars and angels.
Middle: Jethro (Indian Amethyst) and Marguerite (Rose Quartz) - skulls 2 & 3
Bottom: Frankenstein arrives. His skull mentors/creators in the foreground are (l to r) Haakon (malachite), Marguerite, Princess Xena (astrophyllite), Jethro.
Below: the situation by 2006 - Gang of Four, centre front, behind blue agate slice. You will see they had now begun collecting crystal pillars and angels.
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