at some point (i honestly couldn’t tell you exactly when) i bought a piece of glass that people on the internet said would ruin my life.
let’s go back in time to 15 million years ago. a meteorite hits what is now the Czech Republic with enough force to turn the ground itself into glass and scatter it across an entire continent. that glass cooled mid-flight, wrinkled and pocked by the velocity, and landed in a field somewhere. it has been sitting in the earth since before humans existed.
i found some on Etsy.
moldavite has a whole thing going on in certain corners of the internet. people talk about the “moldavite flush” — a wave of heat and dizziness you feel when you first hold it. they talk about sudden life upheaval. jobs lost, relationships ended, moves made. the general consensus is that moldavite finds you when you’re ready for change and then makes sure change happens whether you feel ready or not.
i mostly think we attract the energy we put out into the world. the universe is a mirror, not a vending machine.
anyway. i bought some moldavite.
and then i put it on a shelf, because honestly it’s beautiful. it looks like something that survived something. all that wrinkled, melted texture doesn’t look like a gemstone, it looks like a wound that healed into glass. a scar from a collision violent enough to reshape a landscape, formed in seconds, cooling as it flew through the air over what would eventually become Europe.
when you hold moldavite, you’re holding a piece of a moment that happened 15 million years before you existed.
so the shelf. the pretty space glass. the complete absence of life upheaval.
and then, about a year after i bought it, i got laid off.
i wasn’t wearing the moldavite. i wasn’t thinking about the moldavite. it was doing its little display piece thing on a shelf while my employer was reorganizing and i was updating my resume.
but technically. TECHNICALLY. the prophecy delivered.
maybe moldavite works on geological timescales, which is very on brand for a rock that took 15 million years to end up in my hands. or i was already the kind of person who was going to change her life eventually and i bought a pretty piece of space glass as a completely unrelated coincidence.
both are fine.
and if the layoff was the upside-down part — if that was moldavite cashing in its chaos check — then the exciting destined thing is still out there. the prophecy is ongoing. i’ve got a piece of 15-million-year-old space glass on my shelf and a lot of potential energy.
i’m not ruling anything out.