a lucky rock (story)

I’ve always been a little bit of a superstitious person. Raised religious (catholic), but my grandma, despite being very devout, has all these little superstitions, some religious and some not. Like saints n shit watching out for her, lucky and unlucky fruits to eat, spices that hurt/help health, but also lucky days of the year, omens from prophesies, places of significance, that sort of thing. But a big thing for my Ba Noi (this grandma, my father’s mother) and also my Grams (my mother’s grandma, an old white hippie lady, love you too Grams) is lucky objects. Lil trinkets n charms, photos n rosaries n stuff. Objects from childhoods of children, that sort of thing too. And I’m a little like this too.

I always was a lil interested in the unknown, and in the last few years a bit the occult. Probably cuz I’m from a devout Christian family and grew up on Sunday mass, and now that im such a *rebellious teen* (rolling my eyes here) im a fan of all these dastardly devilish actvities. In reality, i just think its pretty cool. Some fortune telling, omen readings (general ones not the “you will die in a year!!” bullshit my grandma eats from her christian broadcasts), tarot cards, and the like. I used to be really fascinated with stones tho. Not for healing and cleansing, but for focus and that sort of thing. It was for like, channeling spells and that sort of thing. I’d never tried spells before, and still havnt. I have candles n shit, but my parents would prolly notice if i ever tried messing around with wax n stuff. I have made black-salt and a homemade sage-stick, but I havnt actually used either of these, and my house ended up smelling like sage (i think mom found the stick). 

Sorry, getting sidetracked. Talking about my stones. I had this rock, this piece of obsidian, that I used to try and empower with healing/protection magic. I’m kinda shit at spells, and it wasnt *really* a spell, just some deep thinking and running water. I did however, end up carving a symbol into it with another sharper piece of obsidian. the one that I had tried charging was smoothed, and not sharp, but the second piece had an edge. I was obsessed with Farthak Runes or Elder Farthak, and carved the Algiz rune into it. For reference, the rune looks like this: ᛉ. 

So, I actually kept this stone for a few months, and it did actually seem to keep me safe. Atleast, when I’d get anxious, I’d hold it and my thoughts would calm a bit. Placebo effect im sure, but it did feel a little special. Then, one time over the summer, I was going over to this place I swore had ghosts with friends during twilight to do an ouiji board reading. Hadnt used it before, and I brought some salt and the stone to set up and make it interesting. My friends got a litte freaked out, but as it got darker I convinced them to do it with me. Then, we saw dark clouds and rain on the horizon. A freak storm had come in, and thunder was on its way. I tried to hurry up and finish, but before I could pull out the board the rain hit. It soaked the board, ruining it. Two of my friends bolted home immediately without a second thought. My last friend stayed with me. We shouted over the wind and thunder, and went to a nearby park, soaking wet, sitting and swinging on the swings, laughing in the rain as we watched the lightning. It was a profoundly powerful experience. I ended up throwing out the ouiji board, and when I looked to find my stone, it had vanished from my bag. Maybe I put it in my pocket, lost it on the swings, or dropped it in shuffling to put my stuff away. But I havnt seen it since that day. And Ive slowly used less and less occult stuff, only using my tarot cards now. Was it a paranormal experience? Was it fate? was it spirits telling me to pause on the occult, giving me an omen, a sign? i dont think i will ever know, but it was a fun day either way. :)