For the past few decades, I’ve been amazed (maybe the better word is obsessed) with crystals. They are so stately, so regal, and, as I’ve come to find out, many of them are quite powerful.
I attended a workshop by the channeled entity, Galexis in Mill Valley, California in 2007—and Atara Gaia was there. I had never seen such a magnificent crystal. One hundred and eighty pounds of pure brilliance!
As I moved closer to get a better look, I was entranced by the worlds that existed inside this stunning piece of “earth.” The message plates! The wisps! The rainbows! The portals! It felt like such an honor just to be in her company. It made the workshop come alive and somehow it helped me reach deeper insights and information because of its very presence in the room.
It felt as if I were in the presence of royalty—no—of the divine. I was awestruck. And that was that. I traveled back home to Colorado and didn’t think about the crystal again.
Two years passed, and in 2009, Galexis held another workshop in San Pedro, California. And the crystal was at that workshop too.
All during the workshop my eyes and mind kept wandering to this marvelous crystal. I fantasized about how incredible it would be to have it in my home 24/7. Near the end of the workshop, I approached the crystal’s keeper and said, “If you ever consider selling that amazing crystal, please let me know.”
He responded, “Oh Boni, I don’t think I could ever part with that one.” I thanked him, and we went back to our chairs to settle in for the final meditation.
After the meditation, he came over to me and said, “In my meditation I was told that it is time for the crystal to leave my care, and it wants to be with you. If you are still interested, I will sell it to you.”
I was speechless. I could barely believe my good “fortune.” We planned for the transport of the crystal, and I awaited its arrival. I knew I must have been worthy of being its keeper, because it was happening, but still, it was a stretch to accept that I was deserving of such a high honor. To be the guardian of this level of power and magnificence said a lot about me. I had to very consciously work on my self-image to let this in.
Then the day came—it was delivered. I was beyond excited, even though I couldn’t uncrate it by myself. I had to wait until a sturdy enough stand was built and two very strong men could lift it onto the lightbox.
That same day, around dusk, the contractor who had been expanding my magic room, left for the night as a snowstorm was worsening outside. Unfortunately, he tried to drive up a steeply sloped section of my driveway, lost traction, and slid all the way down, through the front wall of my home, into my magic room, taking out the natural gas meter on the way. The sound of gas shooting out of the severed pipeline was so loud I assumed his truck was still running.
“Shut off your truck, Jeff! You’ve run over the gas meter!” I yelled.
“It is off, Boni!” he yelled back.
I called 911 as quickly as my shaking fingers would allow, and the gas company raced out to shut off the gas while we stood in the blizzard, a safe distance from my home. The gas to the entire mountainside had to be turned off, I’m sure to my neighbor’s dismay.
It was quite the welcome for Atara, although I didn’t know her name yet. My newly remodeled magic room was a shambles, but miraculously all the crystals inside it were unharmed—even the ones that flew off the shelf that was against the wall that the truck smashed through.
Apparently, my magic required even more of an upgrade than I had thus far given it, to accommodate the shift in resonance cause by this new member of my crystal family.
Welcome home, Atara.
How I learned Atara’s name is an even more amazing story…
With so much love,
Boni Lonnsburry
