Crystal Skull Compassion

On a lovely spring afternoon under a majestic oak protecting the healing alcoves of Ojai House, I met Compassion. A crystal skull lying upon a silk veil, she observed me with clear eyes. I sat before her, grounded myself to the earth, opened my energy to receive the gift of the encounter, and greeted her. Immediately, I felt a hot, burning sensation over my eyes, flushing my cheeks, my face, my chest. My third eye opened, then my throat chakra, then my heart.

As a healer and a woman, I perceive energy intensely, so I felt prepared for the experience. I have been communing with creatures, plants, the earth herself from the time I was a child. I use my gifts with the energies to assess my patients, intuitively knowing what is out of balance and deeper yet what are the roots of dis-ease. So I was not surprised to “hear” the voice of Compassion. It was as if my Higher Self communicated through the stone. There were messages for me, answering questions I have at this time about my purpose. There were also messages pertaining to her purpose…very similar, intertwined. I received much in that short time with Compassion.

Compassion revealed that she is the twelfth preparing the way for the thirteenth. There are more crystal skulls, most made by men. She holds a feminine influence. Birthed not crafted, like how Da Vinci freed the David from the marble… women birthed Compassion from the quartz. Within her eyes, her left eye particularly, I could see where she came from. Like the color of the ore flowing through the center of her crystalline skull, the place she was formed was pink-gold, soft, feminine. A woman’s place in an ancient world.

Before I could become lost in time and space, I was asked not to focus on her, but on myself. Re-centering myself, I saw that the compassion she held was not for others, but for self. A truly missing element in me, in many women. We love others, we care for them, nurture them, protect them, worry and fuss over them, but have difficulty loving ourselves. And more so we have great compassion for the weak, the poor, the young, the old, the sick, all those in need, and little or none for ourselves. We, women, are very hard on ourselves. We expect to heal the world, to help her, to save her, yet we must start with ourselves. This is a lesson I teach my patients…One I need to embody. Compassion unearthed for me the missing element of Self Compassion. I gratefully receive her gift. Thank you.

There were more personal messages for me, relating to why I am in Ojai, what I am preparing for on my path, including….thank the goddess!...a blessed reminder of my next formula. My first born—Genesis Gold—has harmonized my hormones and that of many of my patients, un-regulating the genetic encodement to manifest beautifully vital bodies capable of resonating the higher vibrations during this amazing shift of consciousness.…my next formula—the ripe partner to my first—yet a seed gestating within me…Compassion assured me that IT IS TIME...to birth her…so I prepare for the dreams to come.

Before I bid her farewell, Compassion’s caretaker pointed out the skrying side of her skull where others have seen a horse’s head. I saw dolphins. My time was limited with Compassion, but I was assured as we parted that I would remember more.

After my encounter with Compassion, Meg of Ojai House exclaimed that I looked flushed with bliss. I felt flushed…the bliss lasting nearly 24 hours, only interrupted briefly by worldly encumbrances…like getting stuck in traffic northbound to Santa Barbara…ahh, being human is not easy, but it can be divine  Then the expansion became contracted…a usual post consciousness shift event…as one of the grandmothers from the Ojai Council of Grandmothers explained later. I had been bombarded by visions since the encounter and my emotional tide, which overwhelmed my poor husband, was my very human response. If I learned anything from my experience writing LoveDance…and I learned much…it was not to lose myself to the higher vibrations, but to be gracious with my humanity as my mind tries to make sense of the energy coursing through my physical body. I “remembered” Mary Magdalen’s story in LoveDance: Awakening the Divine Daughter…my first novel…and lived it, recording the emotions as I experienced them and it changed my life…but I got lost for those eight moon cycles…forgetting to be Deborah as I wrote herstory. LoveDance is the first of a trilogy and before opening up to receive book two, I vowed to be more gracious by allowing my life now to be the center of my creative experiences.

…Within the pink-gold embrace of home, we birthed her. Our homes organically created from sea coral which we nourished and directed to house us…like gardeners grow gardens...This was the place of women—healers, teachers, priestesses per se—here we helped birth the feminine version of the crystal skulls. I say, feminine, because the others were crafted in more masculine ways using tools of light, crafted to store information about our culture, our history, our technology, so that after the world shift, when only stones would remain, we would not be forgotten.

The birthing chamber was shaped like a nautilus shell, a sound chamber to direct the vibration necessary to organically dance with the density of stone. The quartz was clear yet with an imperfection deep within. We chose the stone or rather she was presented to us by the earth as the perfect vehicle to hold our feminine knowledge. Like our sacred menstrual blood, the imperfection was rich in iron…an element capable of retaining our wisdom.

Our circle was made up of women of all ages…three daughters, three mothers, three grandmothers, four sisters…twelve around one. Not necessarily blood related but soul bound, the sisters took turns midwifing the quartz while the rest of the women acted as doulas. Feeding, bathing, massaging, encouraging, we attended to the needs of the stone as well as each other. Through song and dance, we helped birth Compassion. We collectively held the energy, imbibing into the crystal our wisdom channeled through our DNA from time eternal. Women’s wisdom of welcoming souls in a mother’s womb and midwifing souls from the dying into the spirit world. Of medicine and herbal lore, of life and death, of passionate love and sexual union, of relationships between women and men, between women and children, between women and women, between women and the earth. Of our bodies’ rhythms, of the earth’s rhythms, of the stars and the moon and the sun. And practical things, like weaving textiles, and growing food, and tending herds, and building shelter…how we used energy to do our worldly chores so that every act was art…that was women’s work.

Forgotten by many of our time, we were the few left who remembered. Science and technology had become the way of being human…few of us lived in harmony with the earth…that is why she had to shift…like she is shifting now…

I say, we, because there is not a sense of “me” in this circle. I am the observer seeing the all, the whole, the twelve around the one. I am a daughter, a maiden, fresh with hope, filling the chamber with my bright passion, my delight, infusing passionate love from my heart through the one and into the quartz. I am a mother, loving and nurturing, filled with desire for my children to live in a world that nurtures soul, infusing unconditional love from my heart through the one and into the quartz. I am a grandmother, filled with sage wisdom, knowing the past and remembering the joy of being a woman on earth at this time, infusing wise love from my heart through the one and into the quartz. I am a sister, holding the energy, the space for the one, helping her remember the secrets of midwifery, the craft of birthing, infusing compassionate love from my heart through the one into the quartz. I am the one whose gifted hands hold the light from my heart infused with all the love and wisdom of the others into the quartz to extract the crystal skull.

Why a skull? Well, as women, we would have chosen a womb, yet the masculine age respected the skull as the seat of consciousness. And in the future, the skull would be recognized as a container of information. We hoped and prayed that our intentions would be perceived…so all those born with wombs may recognize Compassion.

This is what I received from my communion with Compassion.

Blessings of Love And Light,

Deborah Maragopoulos MN FNP

Intuitive Integrative Medicine

CRYSTAL SKULL "COMPASSION"