Rock Talk

Communicating with a rock is easier than you think! From a global indigenous perspective, all things on Mother Earth have an equal footing. The other accepted norm is that humans are able to talk and share with them. All of life is one.

Rocks, trees, and critters do not speak “English” or any other human language. They can easily communicate with us through what is known as telepathy.  This form of communication allows a rock, as an example, to not only imprint us with their answer or statement, but their feelings that come along with it, as well. And yes, all of Nature possess emotions just like humans do. Thought and emotion are combined with telepathy. One of our “relatives” from Nature may “talk” in colors, phonetic sounds, music, a song, a symbol, or share a picture of something, and if very fortunate, perhaps a movie-like video, with you. This two-way exchange is understood by sender and receiver. This form of communication is the heart’s voice.

Rocks are known collectively as the Rock Nation which includes all forms of rocks from grains of sand, small stones to large boulders. There is also a Plant Nation and Tree Nation too.

For today, let’s zero in on rocks. Each one has an individual personality. They aren’t all sweetness and light, either (just like humans). Some are joyous, others are stoic, some irritable, or grouchy, some very responsible, while others are comedians. They all have a full range of emotions. They are just like human beings, each having a separate and distinct personality. If you see a hundred rocks on a hillside, then there are a hundred personalities among them.

Sometimes, a rock doesn’t want to be picked up by you, or touched. Others choose not to talk with us and we must respect their wishes. Here is an experience I had:

I was sent by my medicine man teacher, Sam, who told me to walk along the Russian River in California. Typical of him, he didn’t tell me why he wanted me to do this, and I knew better than to ask. He had another student he was working with, and they went in the opposite direction. I was enjoying the morning sunshine, the perfume of the air surrounding me when I heard this high, falsetto voice calling to me.

“Over here!” it squeaked.

I halted, frowning. WHAT was that?

“Turn around! I’m over here!”

I looked around, thinking it was a child somewhere along the course of the river bank I was walking, but there were no humans in sight.

“Turn and look down at your feet!” it commanded.

I did as instructed. There were four palm-sized smooth gray, non-descript river stones near the toes of my hiking boots. I could feel the excitement surrounding me, as if whoever was speaking, was nearby. I could literally feel their enthusiasm and joy. Just as I thought that, it squeaked, “Pick me up!”

I squatted in front of the four stones, resting my elbows against my knees, smiling and realizing one of them was wanting to talk with me. It had a particularly high, falsetto voice, like a three year old child might have. I switched to telepathy. “Okay, I’m here. Which one are you?” I asked, pulling out my pouch that contained yellow cornmeal. I dipped my fingers into the grainy yellow mixture and sprinkled it across all of them. In my world and training, cornmeal was considered a gift to “all my relations,” and I always carried a small pouch of it on my person.

            “Open your palm. Pass it slowly over us. The one that makes your palm feel hot is me.”    I put the pouch in my left shirt pocket and opened my left hand—the  side of my body bringing energy into my aura, and therefore the most sensitive to such things. I started with the stone to the left, hovering my fingers over it. No change in temperature in my palm.

“Keep coming toward me!”

I knew rocks didn’t have a right or left because they don’t possess arms like a human being does. I hovered my hand over the next one. “This isn’t you,” I telepathed to the rock who wanted me to pick it up.

“Hurry!”

As I brought my hand over the third rock it felt like I’d just put it into a furnace. It was so hot I pulled my hand away. It was what I called spirit fire; the energy so powerful, that it felt like it would burn a hole right through my entire hand.

It yelped excitedly, “That me! That’s me!”

I smiled. “What would you like me to do?” My mother and father had been teaching me from the time I could remember that all our relations were to be treated deferentially, with respect, and we should not assume anything about them.

“Pick me up!” it cried. “Now!”

“Your energy is very strong,” I said, “and even my palm is a bright red color. Can you harness your energy so it doesn’t burn me?”

“Yes, yes, of course. I won’t harm you.”

There was a lot of sand around the rocks, so it was easy to gently slide my fingers beneath this oval, gray rock and pick it up. Instantly, I received a wonderfully warm telepathic emotion from it as I stood with the rock cradled in the palm of my right hand. There was no burning sensation now. It felt mildly warm, but that was all.

“What now?” I asked it. Really, it was a plain, gray rock; nothing special looking about it at all. But of all the rocks, it had wanted to connect with me.

“Turn me over!”

I gently turned it over and gasped. There, across the rock were five white quartz crystal lines. Not only that, there was an outline of a darker mineral that made it look like the paw of a grizzly bear. At the end of the five lines of quartz, which sparkled in the sun, were the “claws” of the darker mineral material. “Wow,” I murmured, impressed. “This is a bear claw, is it not?”

“Yes, yes,” the rock excitedly squealed.

I could feel that the rock had feminine energy about her. That kind of energy feels soft, cradling, nourishing, and loving. “Your design is beautiful,” I said, touched deeply by this symbol upon the rock.

“You have bear medicine,” the rock said, sounding breathless with unbounded childlike enthusiasm. “You need to take me home with you. I hold the energy of bear because the paw of it is on me! I must live in your pipe bag. I am good for the pipe and for you.”

Even though rocks don’t have eyes, they can “see” interdimensionally, like x-ray vision of sorts. They can see us humans in our entirety, our energy field known as an aura, our face, and they memorize these things about us. They know everything about us, our wounds, our skills, talents and our personal struggles through life. It’s not unusual for a rock to resonate with the frequency and vibration of a person’s auric field, and to be the one who wants to work with you, support, and help you. Like humans, rocks have a unique vibrational frequency, just like we do.

I was deeply touched by this rock wanting to come home with me, to lay inside my elk skin pipe bag where I carried the  pipe and other sacred objects. Indeed, the rock had bear energy, for I could certainly feel it earlier. When one feels that kind of sensation, it is a sign of great power on the rock’s part and its energy field.

“I would be grateful if you came home with me,” I told the rock, my voice shaking with emotion. “It is a great honor to have you in my life, and to be with the pipe I carry.” I could literally feel the rock bubbling over with ecstasy over my telepathic message.

“I will be happy to be a part of your life,” the rock gushed, and then she told me her name. Rock names aren’t anything like a human name. Instead, they are a SOUND, a vibration and frequency. It would be impossible to try and translate her name into understandable human terms. Still, I was taught to never reveal the name of anything from all our relations, to anyone else. I slipped my bear claw rock into my left pocket for the trip home. Filled with gratefulness, the unselfishness of this rock to leave her home and come to mine, was humbling. I was going to love it, as she loved me, for the rest of my life, a great and true friend. When I met Sam a little later, I showed him the bear claw rock. He nodded, a pleased gleam in his eyes, but he said nothing except for a slight grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He approved. I felt grateful and humbled.

STEPS TO TAKE TO TALK TO A ROCK:

Here are the steps to talking with a rock who catches your attention. You want a camera, a notebook, a pen, and perhaps colored pencils. You should always take a photo or video of your rock friend. Many smart phones have a recording app, and you can record, after the meeting. If you forget something, you can always ask the rock again to repeat it to you.

1. Have cornmeal in a leather or fabric pouch to carry with you wherever you go. This is a gift offering from your heart to the heart of the relative you want to telepathically engage with. Always remember to be respectful, understand you are not better than anything else that lives on this planet. All beings are EQUAL. Nothing is “above” anything else. You must come humbly to such a meeting and understand your own place in our world of millions of beings. Give a small handful of cornmeal, introduce yourself telepathically, give your name, and state why you are here. Be patient and wait for a reply.
2. If it is a rock you want to engage with, ask if it will talk with you. If the answer is no,  give a second gift of cornmeal, thank it, and move on. If it says yes, be respectful and courteous. Ask if it would like to talk with YOU. Don’t ASSUME any of our relatives want to communicate with you. Take it on a case-by-case basis. Gauge its mood; maybe it’s grouchy today for some reason, and always be patient and kind toward it. Treat it like the elder it is. After all, rocks are millions of years old. To the Rock Nation, we are infants, in comparison.
3. Let’s say the rock is eager to speak with you. Open your senses and FEEL how the rock is feeling. Sometimes, you might experience a warmth around your heart, in your chest, a tingling in one or both hands, or a wonderful wave-like love blanketing you. Ask it its name. It will be a SOUND. Not a human-like name. Brand this SOUND into your brain and remember it. Also, write it down immediately in your journal, phonetically, the best you can.
4. Depending upon the size of a rock, it may be too large for you to pick up. Sometimes, a boulder or rock wall will give you permission to lay your hand, palm outward, upon its surface. If it says “no,” then ask if you can stand or sit nearby, honoring and respecting its space, to speak with it.
5. Once you’ve found the right stone, it is now time to “ground” yourself. Close your eyes and clear your mind of any distraction you have. Then, take three deep breaths, slowly, through your nose and out your mouth. Imagine beautiful silver tree roots wrapping three times around each of your ankles. The point of each root will go down in the center of your foot (it will not hurt and there is no pain), and fifty to a hundred feet down into Mother Earth. You may feel heavier than before, and this is a good sign that you are truly grounded and one with Mother Earth. Never start any dialogue without using this grounding technique first. The reason is that you do not know the power of the energy this being has. You can, if not grounded, get one heck of an electric-like shock from it, and it’s uncomfortable. If you are grounded, then that being’s energy and vibration will go through you and be grounded into Mother Earth, who can handle it, leaving you spared. Either stand or sit down to ground yourself.
6. Close your eyes and ask the rock if it has a message for you. Be patient and wait in respectful silence for the answer. Some rocks are like formula one race cars and will answer instantly, while others are like a horse and buggy. Look up toward your brow, which is like a movie screen across your forehead. Remember telepathy not only carries the conversations, but EMOTIONS from the rock, as well. There, in your ‘view screen’ on your forehead, you might see a color or colors appear, certain shapes, symbols or diagrams. Remember them. Perhaps a scene or event that is important to the rock’s life history will be shared with you. A song that the rock will give you (remember it and play it over and over again within you until you can sing it without fail). Or a symbol may appear that you do not know the meaning of. If this is the case, you can go online later and see if you can find the symbol and its meaning.
7. You can ask questions of the rock if it’s receptive to answering them. Sometimes they are, and sometimes not. Like any budding relationship, very little is actually revealed upon first meeting. The more that the rock sees you are seriously interested in establishing a friendship with it, the more that will be revealed over time. Having a rock for a friend is an amazing journey and a support system for you…for they are millions, if not billions, of years old. The knowledge and history of Mother Earth and the region where they have lived during that time, is a historical wealth of information.
8. After your session is finished with the rock (it will tell you when it’s done) thank it for the time it has spent with you. Ask if you can return to sit with it once again. Also, ask if there’s anything you can do for it. Then, afterward, sit and fill out your journal on the discussion and draw anything you were shown with your colored pencils. You don’t have to be an artist so don’t worry about that. It’s important to get everything you can down on paper or recorded. If a song was given to you, this is a very important and should never be taken lightly. Write down the resonance or phonetics, so you don’t forget it. If you sing it, the spirit of that being will come to you, and you can ask for a message from it.
9. When you have completed your journaling and/or drawing(s), stand up, give your rock friend another small handful of cornmeal and thank it telepathically.

Over time, you may develop a kinship with the rock. They may become a good friend or perhaps, a wise, elderly mentor. Rocks have more information than any other form on Mother Earth, with the exception of herself. You can learn a tremendous amount from a rock. Also, some rocks will send you a dream as they get to know you better and there’s an established friendship link between the two of you. I always have a “dream journal” on my bed stand with a pen handy. When I get up, I write it down right away before I forget the details. The beauty of a rock sending you dreams means you can go back to it and ask for elaboration if you are unable to understand what it is about.

And, if you are new to this technique, you may not be successful at first. But every time you go out to make friends with a rock, you’ll be a step closer. Persistence, patience and discipline pay off in the long term.