In the aftermath of my husband working and fussy kids, I tried to ground myself at bedtime by tucking my former beads under my pillow, and a polished piece of petrified wood that I have had since I was a child (I got it at the aquarium’s gift shop in Oregon).
I had unpacked them both from the wooden truck that held them for so long, and wanted to reconnect with the specialness that they represent to me. But alas, it was not meant to happen. As I lay down with them under my pillow, I was overcome with such severe vertigo and nausea, I almost threw up onto the floor. I tried removing the beads to test out the petrified wood alone, but the nauseated feeling stayed put. I tried only the beads alone, and the same thing happened.
I removed both of them from my bed completely, and it went away. Being the skeptical, tired, not-getting-the-hint-type that I am well known for, I tried them each one more time.
Same thing… This thick skull got the hint though, and both of these things are not going back in my bed anytime soon. At least not without some major cleansing, analyzing why these feelings happened, and time to reconnect with them in another way to determine how best to go about it.
Perhaps it is time to retire my beads completely, and recycle them into something new. Or make a permanent offering of them. Hmmm, need to think about this.