💥💎😱✨ When Crystals Fall from the Shelf – A Nightly Cosmic Sitcom about Boundaries and Love ✨

Yes… this actually happened last night. My crystals staged a midnight rebellion 💎🌕💥

😴💎✨ Last night, I was woken up by… my crystals.
Not in a dream – in real life.

I thought I was dreaming about all the things happening for me these days (yes, even my Reflector Compass app made it into the dream). But suddenly I was pulled out of sleep by a full crystal avalanche. The shelf tipped over, and stones rolled dramatically down toward me in bed.

💥 The biggest troublemaker? My obsidian sphere. It felt like a strict general commanding an army of glowing soldiers.

❄️ Meanwhile, my seven-star quartz cluster broke two of its “legs.” (Last time it fell, only one little piece cracked – this time it went all in…)
The rest of the crystals scattered like wild spectators, rolling straight into my sacred sleeping space.

Of course, I scolded them all 🙃. I told them:
“You cannot just invade my bed. You must stay where you belong.  And no – just because I don’t create with you in this room anymore doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten you.”

🌌 Later that day, I had a meeting with the municipality and my daughter’s foster family. Only then I finally heard what had really been going on with her during the summer. And suddenly it all clicked: the frustration, the confusion, the “dramas” I had been feeling but couldn’t place.

I saw the parallel.
My daughter’s drama… and my friend’s drama (a friendship I’ve now let go of).
Both had mirrored the same energy: when I set boundaries, they reacted with anger and harsh words.

The difference?

• With my friend, I chose to walk away. I will not accept that treatment from a grown woman.

• With my daughter (still under 18), it’s different. She’s learning. And I must show her that when she crosses boundaries, she doesn’t just hurt me – she mostly hurts herself.

🔮 And so the crystals became symbols:

• Obsidian – me, the truth-teller, who often gets blamed for saying what no one wants to hear.

• Quartz – my child, fragile and stubborn, sometimes breaking but never losing her clear essence.

• Other stones – siblings, friends, foster family… all rolling around as spectators in the scene.

💫 The message?
Just because I don’t hover, doesn’t mean I don’t love.
Just because I let them come to me, doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten them.
Boundaries are not rejection – they are also love.

🌱✨ Maybe you’ve felt it too? That life sometimes throws “avalanches” at you – messy, uncomfortable, even painful. And later, you realize it wasn’t random at all, but a living metaphor of what you were going through inside.

This was my little bonus reflection for the week. A cosmic sitcom from my own bedroom.
Because sometimes, even crystals need to be reminded where they belong 💎😂.

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~ HingsLotus 🌸