Temptations

[Brittany]

It is never the monetary value of the stone I consider, but the spirit that lies within it.

One time at a flea market I visited a stone booth whose owners I am familiar with. Mixed in with all their expensive, quality-cut crystals, I found a small, weird-looking grayish stone with what looked like pieces of metal stuck in it.



I felt the stone was calling to me. It had a wonderful energy emanating from it. I asked the owner what it was and he said he didn't know, he found it on the side of the road. He seemed to think little of the stone and sold it to me for ten bucks (practically free compared to some of their other pieces).

For several months I took the stone with me to every stone merchant I visited. I finally found out that it is a piece of rutilated hematite, is quite rare, and I was very lucky to snag it for ten dollars. The man who sold it to me seemed a bit miffed when I told him. He'd had something of value in his hands, and had given it away because he couldn't get past his pre-programmed ideas as to what constituted value in a crystal.