More musings about ‘reality’ – whatever that is…
The thing is, I don’t know where it came from. I’m not even sure what the possibilities are, because they range from the ridiculous outwards into that fuzzy place where nothing works the way we expect it to.
Monday morning: A heating engineer was coming to measure up for my new wood burner, so I made sure to give the fireplace a thorough clean. This fireplace has been used over the last year to light countless fires. The brick surround has been rendered and painted. The chimney was swept a couple of weeks ago and I had just vacuumed the whole fireplace with my very powerful little cordless cleaner.
The engineer duly arrived. He was on his knees measuring the fireplace. I was sitting on the sofa watching. Then, quite suddenly, he reached down to the tiles in front of the hearth – the just-cleaned tiles that had been empty a moment before – picked something up and said, “Oh! What’s this? You’ve got a crystal or something here.”
He handed me the crystal that’s now sitting on my desk.
So let’s start with rational possibilities.
- I own quite a few crystals, so it was one of mine that had fallen there. –No. I know all my crystals and this wasn’t one I recognised. In any case, it would not have evaded my mega-powerful Dyson. It’s sucked up quite a few crystals in its time, which I’ve had a messy time retrieving.
- Someone who lived here before me had lodged it in the chimney and it had just fallen out. –Highly unlikely. It was so clear and clean – no soot, no tar, no cobwebs, no fingermarks even. It was pristine. In any case, surely the chimney sweep would have dislodged it.
- The heating engineer had been carrying it in his pocket and it had fallen out. –He really didn’t seem to be a crystal-carrying type. Anyhow, he seemed as surprised by it as I was and assumed it was mine.
- A passing magpie or jackdaw dropped it down the chimney at that precise moment. –Believe it or not, that’s the closest I can get to a rational explanation. Odd that the engineer didn’t see it fall and neither of us heard it clink as it hit the tile, but still.
Now let’s try the irrational. That evening I consulted a few of my crystal books. The first one I opened said something like this:
Crystals will reach their owners when they are needed. Most commonly, people are drawn to buy a particular crystal in a shop. However they can be received as gifts, found or they may just appear in the owner’s house.
Several of the other books and many internet articles spoke of crystals simply appearing and disappearing, as if this is really quite commonplace. Certainly I’ve had crystals that have mysteriously disappeared, but then that happens with socks, books, notes…
I look again at my crystal. Which is more unbelievable – the thieving magpie or the spontaneously quantum-type appearance from somewhere, um, non-local?
Whichever I choose to believe, this crystal has suddenly and strangely manifested in my life and I’ll treasure it, for as long as it chooses to stay around.