Crystal Parties with Cocaine, Rats or Both?

Microscopy of Rat's Neurones.

Microscopy of Rat's Neurones.

Where will you find Crystal Weaver at 10pm on a Saturday night? Stumbling around the dance floor, stepping on toes and spilling cocktails? No, she’ll be living it up in her own unique way. Behind the telescope, or equally the microscope gazing in wonder at the microscopy of a rattus norvegicus.

And she won’t give a rat’s ass that she’s missing out on vast amounts of alcohol, that she’s not wasting vast amounts of cash, time and energy while her ears are straining against the DJ’s decibels in an attempt to hear the no doubt inane comment of the guy next to her who’s been staring at her flimsy blouse for at least ten minutes …

Unlike hoards of woman her age she won’t be hoping desperately that the guy across the way – the view of whom is blocked right now by the sweaty body of the leering creep with the oggling eyes – will finally respond to her come-on while clinging to the waning hope he will take her home, if she can just catch his eye one more time, because she needs him, and because she has after all spent most of her taxi money on booze.

micrsocopy of cocaine in the brain.
Cocaine in the Brain

Yes, Crystal’s party is unique. It’s an exciting party, an intelligent party, heady with the thrill of exploring the pure wonder of existence, of life and human consciousness, the researching of the cause and effect of addiction.

These are what matter to Crystal Weaver, these are what make Crystal feel truly alive. These are the features that fascinate Jake Dawson and lead her to love.

Maybe.

Talk soon.

Hazel x

Crystal Vision Raises Questions

Rat's Brain Microscopy.

Is there another reality beyond that which we can see and touch and feel? Are Crystals really healing? Is it possible that every one of us has a Goddess steering us through danger? Does greed have the potential to destroy us? Can love rescue? And finally, is Crystal’s vision the only true reality ?

Who knows, but if you like to read, if you like to laugh, if you enjoy tracking the highs and lows of a love affair in-the-making, or the ins and outs of a mystery unravelling then click here

Oh and by the way, that pic over there is of a Rat’s Brain under the microscope – Crystal’s fave form of art.

Talk soon,Rat's Brain Microscopy.

Hazel. x

 

 

Crystal is Born

Photo of a Magellanic cloud Galaxy.

Crystal was born at 10.03 on a clear night in 1987 in the middle of a damp paddock. She emerged face-up, looking at the stars (which reminds me of a gorgeous quote by Oscar Wilde, one of my fave heroes). But I digress.

Photo of a Magellanic cloud Galaxy.Given the nature of her birth it’s not surprising that Crystal developed a fascination for astronomy as big as a universe. She’s also blessed with an insatiable curiosity and a love of all things beautiful. She drove her mother mad.

Crystal had her first crush at the age of five upon discovering the notion of Space and Time and the man who introduced that concept to humanity.

Her first major tantrum followed immediately, when her mother (the killjoy) insisted that no, she could not marry Einstein, and no it was not because he was already married but because the man was  dead. I mean, his ashes had been blowing about New Jersey for the past thirty-five years for Buddha’s sake, plus his brain was floating in a jar somewhere. Crystal wanted to go to see it, so they could at least have a chat, but her mother, looking rather crest-fallen explained that a trip to America was really rather outside her budget.

Crystal recovered rapidly upon unearthing the Dalai Lama. But then suffered a serious relapse when, sighing heavily, her mother patiently explained that there was no chance of marrying him either.

Crystal went off men after that, deciding that rats were more … available.

So, a picture begins to emerge of a troubled soul aching to be loved, of a love life as bumpy as a tricycle with square wheels.

But her passion for astronomy, her sense of awe, her reverence for all things unexplained steadied her nerves and has sustained her through the bad times, of which there have been plenty over the years. And so, appropriately I share with you an image of the sky as it appeared on that night in June when she was born.

Talk soon.

Hazel