The Black Tourmaline and Moldavite Saga:
How a Meteorite, a BSc, and Being a Virgo-INFJ Taught Me More About Myself Than Any Crystal Ever Could
For years, I wore a black tourmaline necklace.
Not occasionally. Not when I remembered. Every single day.
I slept in it. Showered in it. Worked in it….
If there was a Guinness World Record for “Most Committed Relationship With a Crystal,” I was probably a contender.
When I bought it, I wanted protection. Life felt uncertain. Heavy. I was navigating some of the most challenging years of my adult life … a period filled with difficult lessons, personal struggles, and questions I wasn’t yet equipped to answer.
Like many people searching for something solid to hold onto, I found myself drawn to the idea that perhaps this small black stone could offer a little protection from whatever was coming next.
Then life happened.
Not in one dramatic moment, but through a thousand small challenges that slowly reshaped me. The kind of experiences that force you to question everything.
Your beliefs.
Your assumptions.
Your strengths.
Your weaknesses.
Sometimes even your identity.
And despite wearing my black tourmaline every day, I still had to walk through every lesson that was waiting for me.
That’s when I realised something important. The crystal hadn’t failed. I had simply expected it to do a job that was never its responsibility.
No stone could have protected me from lessons I needed to learn. No crystal could have removed the discomfort that often comes with growth. No magical shortcut could have replaced experience….
If there had been an easier route, I probably wouldn’t have become who I am today. And so my relationship with the black tourmaline changed. It stopped being: “This will protect me.”
And became: “This reminds me that I can survive.”
That distinction changed everything.
Then came Moldavite.
The infamous green space rock of spiritual circles, crystal shops, and transformation enthusiasts everywhere.
The marketing was irresistible:
Formed by a meteorite impact millions of years ago.
Associated with change. Transformation. Awakening. Personal growth.
Basically the crystal equivalent of: “Would you like to become a completely different person?”
And I was intrigued.
Not because I believed a stone would magically solve my problems. But because I loved the symbolism.
“Something beautiful had been born from a catastrophic impact.”
That idea resonated with me more than I expected.
Not because I was looking for a crystal to change my life, but because it reflected a lesson I had been learning myself over the past few years. As difficult as some experiences have been, I can now see how many of them shaped me in ways I couldn’t appreciate at the time. The darkest periods of our lives often feel endless while we’re living through them, but they can also make us appreciate the lighter seasons when they finally arrive.
Perhaps that’s why Moldavite intrigued me so much. Not because of what it was supposed to do, but because of what it symbolised.
What amused me, however, was what happened next.
Because alongside researching spiritual stones, I was also researching supplements.
Specifically magnesium.
And that’s where my BSc decided to make itself known. In my previous life, I would have seen a bottle labelled “Magnesium” and thought: “Perfect. Magnesium.”
Now?
Now I had become a Professional Ingredient Interrogator. I wasn’t asking whether a supplement contained magnesium.
I was asking:
“What form of magnesium?”
“What’s the elemental magnesium content?”
“Why is magnesium oxide present?”
“What percentage is bioavailable?”
“What are the manufacturing standards?”
“Show me the evidence.”
😂
I had become the person supplement companies probably find mildly irritating.
The person who reads the label.
All of it.
The irony wasn’t lost on me….
I was willing to discuss spirituality, synchronicities, symbolism, intuition, and meteorite crystals.
But the second somebody handed me a magnesium supplement, I transformed into a clinical researcher conducting a hostile audit.
And honestly? That’s probably who I’ve always been.
I’m willing to explore almost anything.
I ask questions.
I investigate.
I disappear down several unnecessary rabbit holes.
I eventually reach a conclusion.
Most of the time.
And then I promptly become fascinated by something else.
The beautiful thing is that I never felt forced to choose between science and spirituality. I’ve always been fascinated by both.
What changed was not my love of either one, but the way I began questioning things more deeply.
The past few years have a funny way of doing that. They challenged assumptions I didn’t even realise I was carrying.
About life.
About people.
About resilience.
About healing.
About myself.
I still love symbolism. I still love science. I still love questions.
If anything, I’ve become less certain and more curious.
And honestly, I’m quite comfortable with that.
The black tourmaline, the moldavite, the magnesium, the degree, the struggles, the victories … they have all become part of the same story.
Looking back, I think the real transformation was happening within me all along, whether I recognised it at the time or not.
I certainly didn’t have everything figured out. In many ways, I still don’t. I struggled. I stumbled. I made mistakes. I questioned myself more times than I can count.
But I kept getting back up.
And each time, I carried a little more understanding forward with me.
These days, I’m more than happy to admit that I don’t have all the answers.
If anything, the older I get, the more I realise how much there is still to learn.
The lessons I gained through those experiences … and the lessons I’m still learning … are what I now see as the real power behind my black tourmaline (and perhaps a moldavite one day too).
Not because the stones changed my life.
But because they became symbols of it.
Symbols of the losses and the wins.
The questions and the discoveries.
The moments I fell apart and the moments I found my footing again.
And somehow, that feels more meaningful to me than believing any crystal could ever do the work on my behalf.
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