Back in January, I ventured out of my home and noticed a new shop had materialized on the main avenue. I felt myself drawn with a mysterious magnetism toward its open, incense-scented doors and through its beaded curtain to the crystal-studded cave within. Helpful clerks in long, flowing gowns glided helpfully towards me, took my hand, and made surprisingly accurate statements regarding my aura and the mass of dark energy that has taken roost in my soul recently.
I emptied my pockets of money and filled them up again with quartz, lapis and amethyst talismans, and sipped from a complimentary goblet of a sweet tea with rose petals floating in it. After several hours in this jeweled room, my new friends bid me farewell at the door, but I was immediately accosted by this unsavory fellow hanging around outside. There was something dark about him –serious bad vibes, as if he held terrible secrets under that skin, and wished me great harm. Even the plants in the windowsill seemed to scream in warning as I passed by. I held my new crystals tight, trusted my intuition and got the hell away.