Lily made some joke about something similar to this and she didn't believe me when I told the story. It took me some time to find the original post of this, but I did and here you go Lily...
The Power Crystal
It’s well known that I’ve tried just about everything to get stronger. There are always a few “classics” that even I can’t believe I did. This is one such story…
It all begins back in the ‘ole college days when money was scarce, time was limited, and I thought I knew everything. That was until I met the “bead lady” and learned about the power of crystals. I figured what the hell. If a rock can bring me better luck, I’ll give it a shot. I did some research and found the best rock lady in town. The call was made, and the meeting was set.
My training partner and I made our way to the bead lady’s shop. From behind a glass counter, she laid out a large supply of crystals. There were large ones and small ones in a host of different shapes. I was amazed at the options and had no idea how I would select one. She told me to pick one up in my hand, hold it tight, and feel whether it was hot or cold. All I felt was a rock.
I tried several others and not one of them felt hot or cold. She told me that the key was to find one that felt hot. I kept selecting different crystals but still had no luck. I looked at the counter, saw that I only had about 20 crystals left, and felt paranoid. I have a very addictive and obsessive personality. There was no way that I was walking out of that shop without my “power crystal.”
After testing a few more, I decided there was no way one would feel hot and that this was all bull crap. A crystal is a crystal. When I grabbed the next one, I looked up at her wide-eyed and said that I had found a hot one. I really hadn’t but figured it wouldn’t matter because no such thing existed. I then picked out a rope cord, and the bead lady made a necklace of wire, rope, and my new power crystal.
At this point, you might be thinking that I’m making all this up. But little do you know just how far this went. Read on...
I tossed the rock around my neck and made my way out the door. On the way home, my training partner and I discussed the experience. I asked him if his rock had felt hot in his hand. He said that it had. I pushed him on this because I thought he was bullshitting me, but he stayed the course and asked me the same. I said yes, and we got back to discussing training and drove the rest of the way home.
This is where things get good. Here’s a summary of the events that happened over the next three weeks.
1. At one of the bars I was bouncing at, we had the biggest brawl the city had in one year. I got smacked in the head with a bottle.
2. I flunked one of my finals, and I actually knew the material. I just went blank for no reason.
3. I tore my pec in training, and one week later, ruptured the tendon at a bench meet.
4. My apartment was robbed, and all my stereo equipment, CDs, and video games were taken (this was pretty much all I owned).
5. My car was stolen and dumped at the bottom of the local river. I found this out while watching the morning news and saw a crane pulling my car out of the river.
6. I got a bill from the crane company for pulling my car out of the river.
At this point, my life was in total shambles so it was safe to say that the “power crystal” wasn’t working. I brought this up with my training partner, and he suggested that I go speak with the bead lady. What the hell did I have to lose? I had already lost my car and everything I’d owned as well as torn my pec.
I went back to see her and explained that the crystal wasn’t working. She asked me if it had felt hot in my hand when I bought it. I confessed and told her no. She took two steps back, and her eyes widened like she was looking at a ghost. She then told me that my crystal was bad luck for me and I had to wash it. I suggested that I just get rid of it or give it back. At this point, I sure as hell didn’t want to keep it.
She told me that this wouldn’t work because the crystal had infested my being and that I had to wash it to neutralize it. Once this was done, I could give it away. Fine. I said I would go to the restroom, wash it, and give it back to her.
NO! NO! NO!
Nothing is that easy. She told me that the way to wash it was to bury it in old soil on a night when the moon would be full. I had to leave it buried for 24 hours and then dig it back up. At this point, it would be clean. I asked her why I couldn’t just keep it buried and forget about it.
She said simply that this would neutralize the rock but not me. I had to hold the stone to reverse the effect. I did what I was instructed to do and tossed the rock in the river where my car was dumped. Later that month, I graduated and went on with my life. Since then, I have left town vowing never to return to the place owned by the bead lady.
The moral of the story—when someone asks you if you have tried everything to get stronger always remember that there are more doors to open. Just make sure to feel if it’s hot first.
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