This piece was created in homage of the passing of someone who was very integral in forming my imagination. In this way this piece is a mourning piece, the obsidian a transmutation of memories, beauty and grief while the claws refer to the link between worlds. This truly is a stunning object, & is a limited edition talisman.
Formed when lava is cooled, obsidian is a kind of natural black glass. Used as a tool to enhance psychic abilities, it is also said to be carried by shamans as well as for use as a scrying mirror, during meditation practices & grounding and also, for protection. Above all in terms of this piece, it is said to help with the grieving process.
The tomb roughly measures around measures 1 inch tall and 1 1/4 inch wide, but sizes vary slightly.
Chain is 18 inches long to reside over the heart.
Please note the first 3 images best portray the coloring of the rose gold.
This item is made to order though it is limited edition.
Please allow 3-4 weeks for creation and shipment as you've just stumbled upon a one lady sideshow.
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On Death- Kahlil Gibran
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
and like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.