Encounter with a Stone (Phenakite) ― The Beginning of Listening to the Voices of Stones

It happened in the middle of an ordinary day.

Phenakite, a stone renowned as a powerful crystal.
Out of nothing more than curiosity, I placed its white, shimmering form in the palm of my hand and rolled it lightly.
I had heard people say it carries high vibrations, or that it has the power to open the Third Eye.
But still I wondered—
“Does a stone really have such power?”
With half-doubt and even a touch of skepticism, I held it.

And then, it happened.

All at once, the Phenakite grew hot in my palm, as if it had been thrown into fire.
“Hot…!?”
It felt like clutching a burning stone with bare hands.
Startled by the sudden heat, I dropped it in surprise.

Looking at my hand, there was no burn, no trace.
Yet the sensation of that heat lingered, refusing to fade.
I couldn’t explain what had just happened, but deep inside, something trembled.
“Is this stone… alive?”

——A few days later.

This time, I approached it differently.
With quiet reverence in my heart, I cupped the Phenakite gently in both hands.
“Hello.”
As if greeting it, I whispered inwardly as I touched the stone—

And then a new feeling arose.
A tender, embracing warmth spread through me.
It was like soaking in hot spring water: a slow, gentle wave of healing.
The restlessness in my heart calmed, replaced by a serene harmony.

In that moment, I knew.
This stone truly exists.
It is not just a mineral.
It has presence, it has spirit—
and it was reaching out to me.

——This was the beginning of my encounters with stones.