Tuesday, September 27, 2016
My Dream-Avalon-A Sustainable Community
Monday, September 19, 2016
A festival and a homeless war vet changed my views
So I've been busy getting ready for a one day show to sell my wares, a Pagan Pride day that has been moved downtown in my town, the year before it was in a park, but it was the first time I ever accepted myself and did a festival on my own without my family, I normally let them sell the goods and crystals and I just help move stuff, last years festival set me in the direction where I am today.
Anyways, so it was going good, and I met some new and interesting people and some even gave me that family vibe. It was great.
Now, I try to give back when and if I can. 1st there was a five guys burgers and fries there in front of my tent downtown and I went to go get drinks and a burger to share with my husband during halfway through the pride day festival. As I was getting my drinks ready and waiting on our food, I saw the first homeless man sitting outside with a cardboard sign saying anything helps and god bless. So I asked for a water cup, got him some ice water and gave him five dollars, he ran for a cheap place called The Grill, cheap but good food and open 24 hours which is a plus, he came back out with a baggie of food and I saw him go back to his spot and and eat.
I had people look at me funny for doing that, but I didn't care. We were all making money out there and yeah, I'm poor and have bills to pay and if we don't make a certain amount to pay, our bills may be turned off or we could be homeless too.
Nearing the end of the festival since it lasted from 5-10pm (I got there at 3 like others though thankfully, those extra 2 hours helped bring in a little extra funds), a man walked up ever so quietly to my tent. I saw him asking other tents and booths and I saw them ignore him. He asked me for clear crystal for healing. I could barely hear him, he spoke so softly.
I asked my husband to come over and listen to him, and then we understood he was homeless and told us he didn't have much but heard that day that crystals were good for healing. He wasn't asking for charity or anything, he even offered to pay something.
I asked him why do you want a quartz for healing. He asked me if it was okay to show us his scars. We nodded yes.
His left hand was missing three fingers, he had a line go from his hand to his shoulder, showing us an air force tattoo with his numbers. He then asked my husband to steady him while he took off his boot and sock and put his pant leg up. He fell over and my husband caught him. He had a scar on his knee and was missing 3 toes. Another vendor was walking around and saw him and stayed around.
I asked him if he would be okay with me asking him what happened? His eyes got cloudy, and started to tear up. You could see probably a thousand memories slip through his mind and his heart break. He spoke up in a rattled voice trying to simplify his wounds, "Air force...I was a bomber pilot...I murdered innocent people..my leg and foot always hurt...the pain, and the memories...they are the worst....sometimes I can't breath they are so strong"
The woman vendor came to him and held him and whispered in his ear that it was not his fault, but he was only doing what he was told. She mentioned to come to her tent because her husband was ex-military and she wanted to go into the air force as well, but was too short. He later went with her and sat with her husband, I don't know for how long.
He looked at me with tears in his eyes asking me slowly "crystal....for healing...something has gotta give".
Now I'm going to be honest with you, I grew up with crystals and people talk about how lovely the energies are and the healing and such, but I don't feel it, but then again, I've grown around it and probably accustomed to it. I know people talk of it, but the feeling of the healing stones is still foreign to me, but I have seen it work for others.
I found two small pieces at first, two flat pieces, one to put in his shoe, I wrapped it in plastic. My husband took his shoe and put the crystal in there for him, so it wouldn't hurt him. 2nd, I gave him a singing quartz necklace, they are known to bring about positive energy, get rid of negative and stagnant energy, this man really needed it. My husband put it around him and told him no charge and put on his sock and shoe for him and brought down his pant leg and helped him up. The man had tears in his eyes.
I had one more piece to give him, another small flat crystal, a golden healer, good for a pocket rock/worry stone. I told him it'll be good for a worry stone, so when he gets upset, he can hold the crystal and rub it with his thumb. He freaked out.
"M'am, you don't even know me, but when I was in the air force, they gave us a worry stone/worry pendant to hold in times of stress or fear. You don't even know me but gave me a piece of myself again, I'm never going to lose this." He held his heart while speaking.
My husband and the woman continued to speak to him while I had to talk to other customers in my tent. Other vendors were looking at us of course, some in disgust, some trying not to stare, and some just not caring. One group was walking by, and this irritated me because they were wearing wounded warrior t-shirts and looked at him in my tent on the ground with a scrunched up face and kept walking. If only they knew, if only they supported what they wore.
The man said he was in "the bay of pigs invasion", he was a bomber pilot for the air force. He kept telling us softly but got a little more stern "You all...you all are sweet people, innocent people, ya'll never killed nobody, I did, I wear their souls on my back everyday."
This man was homeless, is a war vet, has been severely hurt and wounded, has PTSD, gets no help from the looks of things, and was looking at my crystals as a last resort to help his pain, he heard people talking about the healing crystals and asked around and got shunned. He cried in my husband's arms, cried in the other vendor's arms, his eyes were so lost and filled with so much pain, anguish and resentment, these memories haunt him everyday and people just pass him in the street.
We never even got his name, he was never angry, he spoke soft, in almost whispers, like it hurt him to get angry, like it hurt him to speak louder. I imagine him screaming from the memories alone like so many others. I imagine him going to the liquor store near there to get whiskey to try and sleep, to try and forget.
He mentioned that he wanted to learn more about crystals from my husband, but he is still learning and didn't know what to say.
I hate that our people who served in wars for our own country are homeless, jobless, and like anyone who fought for any battle, the memories, however old, will be forever fresh in ones mind.
I had such a good day yesterday, meeting new people and seeing people from last year, but this man stuck out to me, I sit to relax and try to meditate or even to cook and his life comes to my mind. I'm so glad my husband was there, he had wanted to go to the navy seals, but his knee would constantly blow out along with his shoulder from a dirt bike accident when he was 11. But he loves all things military with a passion and treats everyone with respect.
I hope other people saw what we did, saw that we treated him like a human being, like he was one of our own family, as many of others should've.
But most of all, I really honestly hope those crystals help heal him, even if it not be physically, but mentally and spiritually. His eyes that night made me want to believe in the healing powers that crystals give off.