Oracle of the crossed roads Talisman🪬

You know what it is to carry more than one world inside you. You have picked something up off the ground in a foreign country and known, without knowing why, that it belonged to you. You have received gifts from women who saw you before you fully saw yourself. You have found your art in an unexpected city and your people in an unexpected place. You have stood somewhere so vast and ancient that it rearranged something inside you permanently. You have been to the places that change a person. You have stood on volcanic earth where fire meets ice. You have walked through temples and markets and ruins with your hands open, collecting the world. You have collected the world with your hands open. This piece was made for you by a woman who has done the same. She picked up that fossil herself off the floor in Petra. She received that lapis lazuli from a remarkable woman and best friend who recognized something in her before she fully recognized it in herself. She was born in Cali, Colombia and found her way to New York, to Minnesota where she learned to work metal under master goldsmith Paty Conlin, to Charlotte where she found her art and her people, to New Zealand where the world opened wider, and finally to Colorado where she built her studio and her life. She completed 300 hours of training under Andrey Lappa, the world-renowned yoga master from Kyiv, Ukraine and creator of the Universal Yoga system, a mystic scientist who has spent over 40 years preserving the most authentic Eastern spiritual traditions. And 200 more hours with Mara Marayoguini, her beloved teacher from Latvia, who gave her not only the practice but a piece of her homeland. A fragment of Baltic amber carried from Latvian earth, a teacher's gift to a student she believed in. She learned through all of it that the body is sacred and what we place on it matters. That woman made this piece. And everything she has ever seen is in it. She hangs like a spine. Like a woman standing tall with everything she has ever survived dangling from her body. Stones from Egypt, fibers from somewhere ancient, a fossil from a floor in Jordan that nobody else stopped to pick up. Only you. She is not a necklace. She is a timeline. Every piece of her is a road taken. The scarab says I have been transformed. The chakra stones say I am in alignment even when the world is not. The Ankh at the bottom says I will not end. The fossil says I have been here longer than any of us know. And those fibers, the colored threads hanging like ceremony, like a prayer flag, like the kind of thing you tie to a sacred tree and leave behind. They carry the feminine spirits. The delicacy of hands that create, that spin, that weave, that knot, that make something from nothing. The oldest language women have ever spoken. Movement and rhythm. They say I am still moving. I am not finished. The woman who wears this is not looking for her path. She is the path. She has stood at the crossroads so many times that she stopped being afraid of them. She knows now that the crossroads is not a problem to solve. It is a power to inhabit. It is the place where all directions are possible and she gets to choose. Not because someone told her she could, but because she picked up a tiny fossil in Petra one day and carried it home in her pocket and turned it into something eternal. That woman exists. And she made you something worthy of who you are. What she carries: A choker top with black tiger's eye, two rubies, and a sunstone. Reversible, with seven chakra stones on the back so you can wear your alignment facing inward or outward depending on the day. A mandala locket textured by hand on the maker's own roller mill, its border dotted with granulation that echoes the scales of the Naga, the sacred serpent protectors of Hindu and Buddhist tradition, guardians of thresholds and keepers of hidden wisdom. At its heart, a raw lapis lazuli. It opens like a secret to hold whatever you need to carry close. A prayer. A name. A memory. On the back, a blue carved scarab brought home from Egypt. Symbol of transformation and rebirth. Flanking it on either side, two pyramid-shaped agates stand like guardians, one golden, one earth red, holding the center in place. A reversible pendant. Sixteen millimeter amethyst on one side, carved moonstone on the other. Dream and depth. A black bone, ancient and grounding, from which hang fibers of silk and thread and textile in colors that move like ceremony. These are not decorative. They represent the feminine spirits. The delicacy of hands that create. The oldest wisdom women carry in their fingers, spinning, weaving, knotting, making. Movement and rhythm. The language the body speaks before words exist. A tiny fossil found on the floor in Petra, Jordan. Millions of years old. It was waiting. Two pieces of lapis lazuli from Afghanistan, gifted by an extraordinary woman and best friend in Charlotte, North Carolina, who placed these stones in the right hands at the right time. Baltic amber from Latvia, a gift from her yoga teacher Mara Marayoguini, who carried it from her homeland and gave it to the student she believed in. A ceramic fragment from Peru. And at the very bottom, an Ankh. The Egyptian cross of eternal life. The union of all things. The key. This piece has traveled through five countries and passed through the hands of women who knew. One of a kind · Sterling silver · Copper · Convertible locket · Wearable altar · 20+ years of craft · $2,800 The Oracle of the Crossed Roads is for the woman who is done waiting for permission to step into her power. She knows which road to take. She just needed something this alive to remind her. 🧿🪬