Charging crystals
About charging and/or programing, a story ... a very true story, thank the Good Goddess.
Last year when I was doing our income taxes, right on the line of the filing date, of course, I couldn't find two extremely important papers. I could have gleaned the information the papers held from our checkbook, but the accountant said, "No, the IRS won't accept that."
I went on filling out the rest of the IRS material while I tried to figure out what to do. A friend dropped by. When I told her my troubles, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a lumpy, small (less than an inch square), kind of blue green stone. "Here's an emerald," she said. "It's good to get rid of confusion."
About that time I gave up for the day. The next morning I was back at my desk. I happened to see the emerald, picked it up and looked at it. In my mind I thought, "Here's what I'd like you to do, little friend. Help me to find
those friggin' papers."
Within 20 minutes, there they were. The missing papers. At that moment they were more welcome than a winning lottery ticket.
This year when I did the income tax, I brought the emerald downstairs, set it in the middle of the table before I dragged out all the papers. I said something to it like, "Please, little friend. Can you help me to get this task over with, with as little confusion as possible. Actually, no confusion at all would be very nice."
I didn't sail right through, but I did get the IRS papers filled out with very little grief. The most surprising was that after we took the whole thing to the accountant, he did the formal stuff the IRS demands, then called me in a few days for us to go sign the papers so he could file them electronically.
This is the first year he hasn't called to tell me two or three things I had done wrong, or hadn't filled out properly.
That emerald's a demure little thing. No lady of fashion would have it made into a ring. But I find it extremely valuable. No lady of fashion will ever get it out of my hot little hands.