Crystals and minerals genuinely are my heart's passion. I have been collecting for years and have purchased from only a handful of reputable dealers. I am downsizing my collection and am offering some of my finest pieces. All the crystals in my collection have been infused with the universal energy of Reiki healing and shamanic drumming sessions.
Why buy from Crystalairy?
Buying quality crystals is an investment. In recent years, however, there has been an influx of synthetic (fake) crystals sold to unsuspecting buyers. I will disclose any and all information I have on my high-quality natural crystals. I also believe that there are healing properties in crystals and other minerals, but this should never be a substitute for sound medical care. Lastly, it is vital to buy crystals that have been ethically sourced. Many crystals are overmined, contributing to social and environmental issues. I have only purchased from brokers that source their inventory following the highest ethical standards.
Thank you for visiting my site. I hope you enjoy what I offer as much as I enjoy collecting them and now offering them to you.
Buying quality crystals is an investment. In recent years, however, there has been an influx of synthetic (fake) crystals sold to unsuspecting buyers. I will disclose any and all information I have on my high-quality natural crystals. I also believe that there are healing properties in crystals and other minerals, but this should never be a substitute for sound medical care. Lastly, it is vital to buy crystals that have been ethically sourced. Many crystals are overmined, contributing to social and environmental issues. I have only purchased from brokers that source their inventory following the highest ethical standards.
Thank you for visiting my site. I hope you enjoy what I offer as much as I enjoy collecting them and now offering them to you.
For Sale from Crystalaiy
My Story Begins with Blue
From the time I could talk, I spoke to angels—and they spoke back. Curious incidents followed me like shadows in childhood. Let’s just say I wasn’t your average small-town kid. To avoid standing out, I stayed quiet. Life in upper-middle-class suburbia had its gloss, but it wasn’t always gentle. My parents divorced when I was sixteen. While they were kind and cared deeply for my sister and me, they simply weren’t right for each other. I share this only because a good therapist would likely point to “family issues” as the reason for everything that came next.
And maybe they’d be right. Maybe I created other realities to feel safe, understood, or comforted. But if that’s true—so what? It was magical. It was joyful. It saved me.
As I got older, that magic began to fade. Reality crept in with its noise and numbness, and the joy I once felt dissolved into a deep longing I couldn’t explain. I drank. I rebelled. I flirted with self-destruction and carried a fear of death that haunted me. I felt severed from something sacred—and completely out of place in the world.
Then, in 1985, everything changed.
I had an experience I can only describe as a miracle. In that moment, I was invited—yes, invited—to stand within the energy torus of my physical body. That might sound strange, but even now, decades later, it remains crystal-clear and more real than most things I’ve touched.
In that space, I looked out over a cosmos awash in a shade of blue I have never seen before or since. Shooting stars streaked across the sky—some fast, some slow, some barely moving. I was told they were souls, all returning to the Source.
And I was told that how quickly we return depends on the life we live—on our thoughts, our choices, our love.
That night, I connected with what I now call The Blue. That connection pulled me from darkness, reshaped my path, and reminded me that everything is connected—woven into a spiraling, magical web of energy and wonder.
And dammit, I wanted more. And so... it begins.
From the time I could talk, I spoke to angels—and they spoke back. Curious incidents followed me like shadows in childhood. Let’s just say I wasn’t your average small-town kid. To avoid standing out, I stayed quiet. Life in upper-middle-class suburbia had its gloss, but it wasn’t always gentle. My parents divorced when I was sixteen. While they were kind and cared deeply for my sister and me, they simply weren’t right for each other. I share this only because a good therapist would likely point to “family issues” as the reason for everything that came next.
And maybe they’d be right. Maybe I created other realities to feel safe, understood, or comforted. But if that’s true—so what? It was magical. It was joyful. It saved me.
As I got older, that magic began to fade. Reality crept in with its noise and numbness, and the joy I once felt dissolved into a deep longing I couldn’t explain. I drank. I rebelled. I flirted with self-destruction and carried a fear of death that haunted me. I felt severed from something sacred—and completely out of place in the world.
Then, in 1985, everything changed.
I had an experience I can only describe as a miracle. In that moment, I was invited—yes, invited—to stand within the energy torus of my physical body. That might sound strange, but even now, decades later, it remains crystal-clear and more real than most things I’ve touched.
In that space, I looked out over a cosmos awash in a shade of blue I have never seen before or since. Shooting stars streaked across the sky—some fast, some slow, some barely moving. I was told they were souls, all returning to the Source.
And I was told that how quickly we return depends on the life we live—on our thoughts, our choices, our love.
That night, I connected with what I now call The Blue. That connection pulled me from darkness, reshaped my path, and reminded me that everything is connected—woven into a spiraling, magical web of energy and wonder.
And dammit, I wanted more. And so... it begins.
