Crysta Healing Crystals

25/08/2025

Thank you to all those who visited for a chat or a reading at the Psychic & Wellness Expo in Albury over the weekend.

You guys are what make this experience worth it. It is an amazing blessing and honour to read for people and to meet them wherever they are on their path.

Thanks also to the wonderful other wonderful stall holders and to Lesley who makes the expo such a wonderful event. It is a pleasure to work with you and I look forward to many more. 💙🩵😇

24/08/2025

Off to a wonderful start with some high vibrational readings.

Even my unicorn guides are making new friends today 🥰🦄

Come for a reading or to check out the stalls at Albury with second day of the Psychic and Welling Expo.

23/08/2025

All set up and ready for a fantastic day of readings and meeting new friends at Albury with the Psychic and Welling Expo.

So if you’re looking for a little guidance or some retail therapy come along and check out the array of stalls.

16/08/2025

Beautiful

One day, a woman sat beneath a tree, her hands resting on her belly, her heart heavy with uncertainty. That’s when an eagle descended from the sky, landing silently beside her.

"Are you well, mother of humans?" the eagle asked, her voice calm as the wind.

Startled, the woman looked up.

"I’m afraid," she admitted. "My child will soon be born, and I’m filled with questions. I want to give them everything — love, peace, ease… but what if I fail them? How do I know if I’m raising them right?"

The eagle’s golden eyes studied her.

"Raising a child is not about softening their path," she said. "It’s about preparing their wings."

She began to explain.

"When my eaglets hatch, I make the nest warm and welcoming — soft feathers, woven grass. A cradle in the sky. But as they grow, I strip it bare. I pull the comfort away until only thorns remain."

The woman’s brows furrowed.

"That sounds harsh. Doesn’t it hurt them?"

"It does," the eagle nodded. "But comfort breeds stillness. Pain awakens desire — a yearning to rise, to discover what lies beyond the nest. The thorns don’t wound them — they stir them."

Still, the woman hesitated.

"And when they fall?"

"They do fall. I throw them into the open air, and they plummet. I swoop beneath, catch them, and throw them again. And again. Until one day, I don’t need to catch them. Because they have learned to trust their wings."

"But what if it’s too soon?"

"It always feels too soon," said the eagle gently. "But growth doesn't wait for certainty. If I kept them in the nest until they were 'ready,' they’d never leave at all. My job isn't to shield them from the wind. It's to show them how to dance with it."

The woman fell silent. Then she pressed her palm to her belly, inhaled deeply, and smiled through the weight of her tears.

"Thank you," she whispered. "You’ve shown me what it means to love bravely."

She stood and walked away, no longer seeking perfection — only strength. The strength to raise a child not with protection alone, but with purpose.

05/08/2025

Looking forward to this market. Spending time with Emma from Soul Holistic Harmony and making new memories as we continue along our small business paths.

A great chance to drop by and say hello, ask any questions or browse the crystals and have a reading.

🌻 BARELLAN HANDMADE MARKET – COMING SOON! 🌻

We’re so excited to welcome an incredible lineup of stallholders to the Barellan Markets!

🛍️ When: Saturday 9th September
🕙 Time: 10 AM – 2 PM
📍 Where: Barellan Hall

From handmade crafts and homewares to sweet treats and creative gifts – there’s something for everyone! Bring your friends, support small businesses, and enjoy a beautiful day out.

📸 Swipe to see who’s coming!
2 birds crafting
Crysta Healing Crystals

Smoking Michael's Barbecue
Disciple of the Hand

17/07/2025

Makes a good point. 🥰

03/05/2025

Spent an awesome Saturday at Narrandera attending a beginners leather working class. It was fantastic learning something new, making some awesome projects and meeting new friends.

I got to make:
A belt, coasters, a water bottle wrap, a bracelet & keyring.

Highlight of the day by a good stroke of lucky the belt I made with my partners name on it actually fitted him. (No picture of belt available. 😅)

The second best part of my day was being able to use a hammer all day for various things without damaging my hand. 🥳 only the slightest of knocks to my hand and it was limited to once. Yay for small progress.

Thank you to for running the class and enabling us to gather and share in the experience.

If you’re interested in checking out the beginner leather work class go to:

https://events.humanitix.com/beginner-leatherwork-nugg95cl?hxchl=hex-pfl

Or follow the link above and scroll down to see the other classes hosted by Mon Repos Narrandera.

Thank you also to Cassie Goding from .creations.leatherwork who shared her knowledge, tools and experience with us today helping us to create our wonderful pieces.

Thank you to everyone that helped make it such an awesome day. Look forward to seeing you again at another class.

.creations.leatherwork

02/05/2025

The grandmother fixed her grandson with a gaze full of anger and said, her voice cold and sharp:
— Leave. Get out of this house. I don't want to see you here anymore.

The grandfather, confused and distressed, stepped in:
— What are you doing? Why are you acting like this? This boy isn't just your grandson... he’s like a son to you. You raised him with love.

But the woman remained impassive, as if she hadn’t heard him.
The neighbors, witnessing the scene, couldn't believe their eyes.
The same woman who had once been so affectionate and kind was now throwing her grandson out without giving any explanation.

With no other choice, the boy left.

While walking, he met his best friend and told him what had happened.
— At least... did she leave you the usual small monthly allowance? — asked his friend.
— No... she kicked me out with nothing, — the boy replied, his voice breaking.
— I'm sorry... I'd like to help you, but there's nothing I can do — said the friend, walking away.

He then went to another friend’s house.
The boy opened the door smiling:
— Did you come to call me over to play at your place?

The boy lowered his eyes and, with a trembling voice, murmured:
— I... I don't have a place to stay anymore. Could I stay with you, please?

The other boy’s smile vanished instantly.
— You have nothing to offer me, and you expect my help? Get out of here. Those who have nothing... are worth nothing.

Wounded and full of shame, he headed to his girlfriend’s house.
— My love... my grandmother threw me out. I only have the clothes I'm wearing. Please, help me... I don't know where to go.

The girl, touched by his words, asked him to wait outside while she spoke with her parents.
When she returned, her eyes were full of sadness.
— I'm sorry... my parents don't want to take in a “failure.”
And now that you have nothing left to offer me... it’s better if we break up.

The boy burst into tears.
Everyone he thought loved him had abandoned him.

Alone, he wandered the streets aimlessly until he sat down on a sidewalk, heartbroken.
He whispered to himself:
— So it's true... I'm worth nothing? What will happen to me?

At that moment, at the deepest point of his despair, his grandfather found him.
— Forgive her, — he said, referring to the grandmother. — She didn't mean to hurt you.
— And you? — the boy retorted, eyes full of reproach. — Why didn’t you do anything?

The grandfather, in a calm tone, replied:
— Come back home... and you’ll understand.

After a moment of hesitation, the boy got into the car.
When he returned, his grandmother ran to embrace him... but he pulled away.

The grandfather gestured for him to sit down and then spoke gently:
— My son... your grandmother would have never thrown you out without an important reason.
She chose to act this way to teach you a crucial lesson.

She saw you losing yourself, giving everything to people who didn’t deserve it: friends, a girlfriend... who only sought you out for their own convenience.
And today, when you truly needed them, none of them helped you.
You gave everything out of love, but when you were left with nothing... they abandoned you.
Your friends? Not even a glass of water after taking advantage of you for so long.

Your grandmother wanted you to understand a harsh but essential truth:
For many people, your worth is tied to what you have, not who you are.

With tears in his eyes, the boy turned toward his grandmother and whispered:
— Forgive me... today you taught me something I will never forget.

She hugged him tightly and said:
— I love you. You’re still young and see the world with innocent eyes.
I had to teach you, in my own way, how life really is.

Moral:
When everything is going well, many people stay by your side.
But in hard times... only the true ones remain.

The world, too often, only sees what you have, not who you are.
Learn to recognize those who truly love you from those who use you.

Because only when you have nothing left... do you discover who truly matters.

And you... do you already know who loves you for who you are, and not for what you possess?

This story isn't just meant to move you — it’s meant to wake you up.
Because it’s in losing everything that we learn to truly see.

If this lesson touched your heart, hold it close.
Share it with someone who needs to open their eyes.

And if one day you too have felt worthless because you had nothing left...
just write: “I understand.”

Here, together, we learn to see... with our hearts.

02/05/2025

Yay!!🥳

So I have finally gotten up the courage to open a shop page on Redbubble to share the AI artwork I've been creating. The images are inspired by different interactions, questions, thoughts and symbolism, prompted by both my interactions in the physical world and my interaction with my spirit team.

A bit thank you to those who have given me support and encouragement and a safe space to grow into my spiritual gifts in all aspects. You know who you are and I wouldn't be the person I am today without you.

☺️I have a lot of fun creating the art and have decided to share it in the hopes that it inspires others to do a little bit of what they enjoy. If you'd like to check it out just follow the link at the bottom.

The link can also be found on my website in the AI Gallery page. I also have a page on the website dedicated to introducing some of the wonderful light beings that have come and gone from my Spirit team over the years. It describes some of the interactions that inspired the artwork of my guides.🐯🐺

Namaste😇

Crysta-Healing is an independent artist creating amazing designs for great products such as t-shirts, stickers, posters, and phone cases.

27/04/2025

I was listening to the book "Animals speak" by Ted Andrews. This is a book that I have wanted to read the hard copy of, for so long but haven't had the chance to sit down and read it so I jumped at the chance to listen to it instead.

So about half an hour into it it he's talking about how we all want to have a "cool" animal as our spirit guide like the Panthers but no body wants something like a vulture.

I'm listening thinking that's an example I haven't heard before. Little intrigued. so I keep listening and he goes on to say that vultures "have 40,000 times more resistance to Botulism then then human body." and I nearly choked on my tea.

after getting a hold on myself again my mind was thinking. I don't know a lot about bacteria and things but I'm pretty sure botulism is one of the one that go hand in hand with lockdowns and things right. So now I'm really impressed.

Later it goes on to talk about the Goddess Maat. I get a giggle out of this from a previous experience with a friend when we were researching "The 42 Ideals of Maat" after it had been mentioned at a course we had both been attending.

The book goes on to describe how the soul is weight at the time of death. As I was listening to this I was thinking back on how the 42 ideals made it seem so heard to get into the after life. Of course it's not a belief system I follow but it was interesting to hear about. He describes how the gods and goddesses assess your life by asking you questions and depending on the answer they might add a stone to the scales. when you get to the end of the line it is usually weighed against you.

But at the end of the line there is Maat with a single vulture feather. Her question being the most important. If you could answer yes then it would balance the scales. Her question was:

"Is there one who is glad that you lived?"

This really made me think that about all the ideals of Maat, I had read. The list was long after all 42 isn't a small number, but with so many ways that you could step wrong it would be easy to feel like it was an impossible task. However at the day of judgement the only think that you're life boiled down to was whether you had lived well enough for someone to be glad they had known you.

24/04/2025

In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, 1915

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

For those that have walked before us and those that have laid down their lives so that we may enjoy freedom. We honour them and their sacrifice.
Thank you.

22/04/2025

I’m sure some day emotional regulation will be a skill taught young like this instead of trying to learn once we’re adults. After all it’s easier to build upon skills than recorrect unhelpful habits.

Of course there are many ways for us to learn these skills some more effective than others. It always nice to see how sifferent cultures approach or prioritise different aspects of growth and healing.

Back in the 1960s, Harvard graduate student Jean Briggs made an astonishing discovery about the nature of human anger. At the age of 34, she lived for 17 months above the Arctic Circle, in the harsh tundra, with an Inuit family who agreed to "adopt" her so she could observe their way of life.

With no roads, no heating systems, and no stores nearby, Briggs was immersed in a culture radically different from her own. One of the first things she noticed? Inuit adults never got angry.

Not when someone spilled boiling water inside an igloo.
Not when a fishing line—handwoven for days—broke on its first use.
No yelling. No frustration. Just quiet acceptance and action.

🧠 And Briggs? She felt like an emotional toddler.

Despite her best efforts, she was more reactive, impulsive, and emotional. Which raised a critical question: How do the Inuit raise children to be so emotionally composed?

👶 The Stone Game That Teaches Empathy

One day, Briggs witnessed a young Inuit mother interacting with her angry two-year-old son. The boy was furious. Instead of scolding him, the mother handed him a stone and said gently:
"Hit me with it. Come on, hit me again. Harder."

When the child threw the stone, the mother covered her face and pretended to cry:
"Oww! That really hurt!"

To outsiders, it may seem strange. But in Inuit culture, this is a profound teaching moment. These play-acted consequences are a gentle way to teach children empathy and the impact of their actions — without shame or punishment.

🧸 The Golden Rule: Never Yell at a Small Child

Inuit parents believe yelling at a young child is both ineffective and humiliating—for the adult. It teaches the child that anger is the solution to frustration.

Instead, they model calmness and emotional regulation. When a child misbehaves, hits, or throws a tantrum, there's no punishment. The parent waits until the child is calm — then acts out the situation later in a playful skit, asking questions like:
"Why didn’t you hit me harder?"
"Did it feel good to make me cry?"

🧠 Why it works?
Because kids learn best through play and observation. They mirror our behavior. And when we react with patience, they internalize that response — literally shaping their developing brains.

⚖️ These theatrical roleplays give kids tools to manage big emotions — long before they need them. It's emotional training when they’re calm… so they’re ready when they’re not.

👁️‍🗨️ What we do in those small moments forms how our children will handle their biggest ones.

Even as adults, controlling anger is difficult. But if we practice emotional control when we're calm, we're far more likely to succeed in stressful situations. And the best time to start teaching that skill? In childhood.

So maybe we don’t need timeouts, threats, or yelling.
Maybe we just need to tell a story, play a part, and hold space for our children to grow into themselves — with gentleness, empathy, and example.