I don’t know exactly when it started, but it must’ve been building for a while, judging by how slow this story came together—and how it’s still unfolding. The way things drip from the unconscious into the conscious is freaky. Hard to describe the Shrodinger's Feeling of knowing and not knowing at the same time. And then the scale tips—suddenly, everything is crystal clear. So clear, it’s almost ridiculous. Like things been this obvious the whole damn time.

One day I noticed Amethyst Spirit was hanging around. And it had been there for a while, just... hovering. Not loud, not in-your-face, just there. Lingering at the edges of my spiritual vision, not doing much and not demanding attention.

Also my Amethyst collection started to feel bigger and.. prettier? It was weird, but I noticed my eyes stay locked on them longer that on other crystals. My beautiful Amethyst geode, that I haven't seen sice we've moved houses, materialized unexpectedly, and made it's way to my Altar. Something was going on in the background... And I'm pretty sure my Spirit Guides were involved.

Hate to admit it, but I low-key ignored the call. In my defense, I was too busy drowning in my own self-made drama—the kind you dream up, blow out of proportion, and then let spiral. You know, the classic. ;)

Also, at the time, logic and reason were running the show - which is hilarious when you’re talking about magic! Amethyst stayed unassuming, letting me stumble through my own ideas—solutions that should have worked, paths that looked "advanced" or impressive.

Looking back now, it’s obvious. Amethyst knew. It knew I had to get there myself. It wasn’t going to do more than just float around and vibe to itself. It just stayed, watching me spin in circles, chase my cleverness, and try every shiny new thing.

The last time we’d truly "spoken," I was somewhere in my teens. I still remember being ecstatic when some magazine declared this beautiful purple crystal as one of Aries’ birthstones! AND my favorite color at the time was purple—WHAAAAT?? We were meant to be!

Back then, it felt like fate, like a confirmation. A validation for my magic, my intuition, a validation of... something. Validation that some bigger forces are not only at play and somehow I am invited and my friendship with Amethyst has been written in the stars.

But, you know, life happened. I grew up. Read more, learned more. Met more crystals, gemstones, and spiritual allies. Changed places, jobs, hair colors, favorite songs... And somewhere along the way, I left Amethyst behind, chasing after something more “sophisticated.”

So heavy and embarassing to admit it, but I kept dismissing Amethyst, who was just peacefully lingering in the background. What could Amethyst possibly do for me now? It felt too simple. I was convinced my problems needed something stronger, rarer, better. Amethyst was too popular. Too mainstream. The kind of crystal you see everywhere, in every shop, on every list. The kind of crystal that’s “basic.” Surely my problems demanded something more INTENSE, something that whispered secret power and ancient mystery.

Moldavite! That’s what I thought I needed. Or maybe something even more exotic and exciting! I convinced myself that Amethyst couldn’t possibly rise to the occasion. That it wasn’t enough.

I feel like such a cringe thinking about it now.

The Moldavite idea wouldn’t have worked out anyway. I was short on money and definitely didn’t need another crystal to add to my collection—a collection that is in a permanent state of spiraling out of control, spilling into more and more boxes, baskets and bags. I need to get you guys something cozier to live in, I thought, as I crammed them into an embarrassingly small wooden box. I could feel their grumpiness radiating back at me, like a silent, but sassy: You think???

Another failed idea. Another door closed by fate. And now, a bunch of grumpy crystals. This was not going great.

Caught in that frustrating space where nothing works, sleep was not too great, obviously. My lavender tea stash had run out, and my weird, vivid dreams—dreams I’d grown to love and actually looked forward to—vanished. Such a bummer. And man, did I miss my Goodnight Tea Time...

Scrolling through YouTube late one night, desperate for a nice track to knock me out to sleep, I stumbled upon a meditation with the Violet Flame. I decided to give it a shot, and... that’s when the chain of synchronicities was set in motion. I’m sure you’ve already connected the dots here —

The colour that tied us together all those years ago. Otherworldly. Mystical. Mysterious. The colour that, to my younger self, felt like the pinnacle of magic—sophisticated, sacred, untouchable. The one I silently promised myself I’d return to someday.

I’ll wrap myself in it, I thought. One day, I’ll wear it every day. On my nails, my lips, my eyelids—I’ll become it. Purple will be my armor, my magic, my truth. When I’m ready. When I’ve grown into the person who can handle its intensity, its power, its mystery.

The color spoke to me then, as it does now—without words, without sound. It whispered of possibilities, of worlds existing just beyond reach, on a plane you can only feel, never fully describe.

The color of the Flame. The color of Amethyst.

Violet. Purple.

Before I knew it, my vision snapped into clarity. Amethyst stepped out of the shadows, front and center, so clear and undeniable it felt like it hit me square between the eyes.

And in that moment, I’m not sure if it was me or the Spirit itself who gasped, surprised, thrilled, exhilarated:

Oh. You’re here.