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Coming at you live. Energy. We are made of it; we live in it; we consume it; and we produce it. It is something that we generally cannot see unless you consider something akin to Nikola Tesla’s Wardenclyffe Project.
I’ll venture to say, however, that I believe we can feel energy. Have you ever visited a house, finding it quite beautiful and inviting from the outside, only to get an immediate sense of unrest when inside? The walls may be soothing shades of desert sand and bleached wood, but colour doesn’t deflect the disharmony projected from the occupants.
That said, let’s consider energy, personal energy. This shall sound terribly ‘out there’, but I do believe that things worn often, such as jewelry, hold our vibe. Is this New Agey? Maybe, but what about Catholics blessing their rosary beads with prayer energy?
Now, posit that an object does hold ‘life forces’; is it possible that a negative person’s objects may continue to hold the wearer’s energy after passing?
This question derived from a conversation with a clerk at a used clothing shop. I was trying on an antique ring that was quite stunning; I can still see it, square goldstone set in copper. I was immediately in love with it until I tried it on. The ring was beautiful, but I was immediately set with unease. I joked a bit, stating that the ring was telling me I was not meant for it. The woman’s brow furrowed, becoming quite serious. Her sister had once bought an antique wedding ring, and upon its possession, a series of unfortunate events plagued her.
Coincidence? Perhaps; but it stuck in my head, making me weary of antique jewelry. I’ve enough mishaps without someone else’s bad vibes thundering my rain showers.
Yesterday, attempting to brighten my day, I visited the local book shop. When back at work, I discovered one of my earrings missing. My co-worker suggested I call the bookstore and inquire. Despite feeling silly, as they are not fancy, just pieces of metal work, I did. The clerk took my name and number, with a promise to call if anything turned up.
Today, after I had lamented to my co-worker my earring was a lost cause, I received the call; the earring had been found. Truth, I hope it gave off a good vibe when the finder picked it up. ~
