Fumy Lemurian Quartz talisman - Smith & Sun

Fumy Lemurian Quartz talisman

pendant
£135.00
Most the Crystals in this collection are chosen for their slightly rougher aesthetic qualities. This misty Lemurian Quartz is mounted on silver and hung off a silver (925) vintage chain fob - Lemurians are often referred to as Lemurian seed crystals because it is said that ancient Lemurians "seeded” them with knowledge.

Lemurian crystals possess a distinct energy, they are extraordinary crystals used in all types of healing, meditation, intuitive and energy work. 

"The Lemurian civilisation is believed to have predated the Atlantean. Lemurian Seed crystals provide a powerful connection to this civilisation as they are said to have ‘codes’ within them which, when the time is right, can be read to access the wisdom of that time." Judy Hall.

From our AW19 collection: The Moon and The Yew Tree

Inspired by the Sylvia Plath's poem:

This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God
Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility
Fumy, spiritous mists inhabit this place.Separated from my house by a row of headstones.
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.

The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.Twice on Sunday, the bells startle the sky — Eight great tongues affirming the Resurrection
At the end, they soberly bong out their names.

The yew tree points up, it has a Gothic shape.The eyes lift after it and find the moon.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. How I would like to believe in tenderness – The face of the effigy, gentled by candles, Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.

I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars
Inside the church, the saints will all be blue,Floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews, Their hands and faces stiff with holiness. The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild. And the message of the yew tree is blackness – blackness and silence.