It tells intention where to move—what to draw in, what to guard, what to grow, what to steady. Before you carry a stone close to your skin, you best know what you askin’ it to hold.

Red = Life force. Blood strength. Courage when spirit runs thin.

Blue = Protection. Peace. Guardin’ the home and coolin’ what’s been stirred.

Green = Growth. Prosperity. Open roads and steady forward motion.

Black = Shieldin’. Absorbin’ harm and holdin’ the line firm.

White = Blessin’. Cleansin’. Clarity and steady prayer.

Yellow = Clear thought. Confidence. Speak straight without tremblin’.

Purple = Authority. Wisdom. Strength in spirit and presence.

Stones don’t do the work for you.

They carry what you set in ’em.

Choose careful.

Got a shipment of crystals in. Sat a spell sortin’ through ’em, got to thinkin’ about them stones and what they mean.

Had a gal come in wantin’ to talk about Sapelo. About hoodoo. Said the old ways slippin’ quiet, and somebody ought to write ’em down proper before they fade.

Told her I’d think on it.

Truth is, I been asked ’afore. But, there’s danger in the old ways if you ain’t trained proper. Work done careless can turn on a body.

But I reckon I can lay down the basics.

Not the sacred parts.

Not the pieces earned face to face.

Just the foundation.

Root. Intention. Respect.

Still here?

Brave soul.

Welcome to the shadows.

Stories linger in the shadows.