I kinda need to make this list for myself and I thought I would make it here. Just to be as clear as possible, DO NOT, and I mean DO NOT, charge them this way as it will damage your crystal and depending on what kind it is, it can be harmful for you as well. This list will not be alphabetized because I’m a little disorderly (lmao).
Turquoise- Water, Salt, Sunlight
Rose Quartz- Sunlight
Smoky Quartz- Sunlight
Kunzite- Sunlight, Salt
Sulfates (Borates, Calcite, Gypsum)- Water
Lapis Lazuli- Water
Malachite- WATER (toxic), Salt
Pyrite- Water, High Humidity
Calcite: Vinegar/acetone, Salt
Amber- Acetone, Salt
Cinnabar- HEAT (poisonous gas)
Realgar- HEAT (poisonous gas)
Stibnite- HEAT (poisonous gas)
Imperial Topaz- Salt
Fire opal- Salt
Red coral- Salt
Selenite- Salt, Water
Apatite- Vinegar/acetone, Water
STIBNITE (Antimony Sulfide) from Herja Mine, Baia Mare, Maramures, Romania. Prismatic crystals of metallic stibnite, measuring only millimeters in length, have been grown over by brass-coloured marcasite.
Alphabetically arranged list of popular precious and semiprecious stones by their magickal intentions.
Anaphrodisiac (Opposite of Aphrodisiac): Onyx
Animals: Boulder matrix opal (to access one’s animal guides), cat’s eye (for all spellwork relating to cats), cylindrite, faustite, ganophyllite, horneblende (for communicating with the physical and spiritual animal worlds), stibnite (a totem stone for the wolf), and tiger’s eye.
Isak and Sana study at her place, she tells him what’s been bothering her. Isak meets Yousef.
“Okay, the symbol Sb stands for stibnum or stibnite. What is the modern name of this element?” Sana
asks as she and Isak sit on the floor of her living room, using the coffee
table as a desk.
Isak squints for a moment, holding up a hand when Sana goes
to answers. “Wait, wait, I know this give
me a sec.”
Sana closes her mouth and leans back against the couch,
“Antimoy!” Isak shouts
suddenly and excited. “I’m right, right? Tell me I’m right.”
Sana chuckles as she nods. “Correct, stibnum is the old name for antimoy,”
“Thank fuck,” Isak says letting out a sigh of relief. “I
didn’t think Chemistry would be this hard, Biology was a breeze.”
“Maybe it’s not so much that the subject is hard, but that
you are distracted with other things,” Sana says throwing Isak a knowing smirk
as Isak starts to blush. “Like sucking face with a certain giant, you recently moved in with?”
“Everyone acts like that’s all we do,” Isak says with a little pout on his face.
Sana raises an eyebrow at that. “It’s not?”
“No,” Isak shakes his head. “We also watch his highly pretentious
movies while he goes on and on about the cinematic genius it went into every
shot and listen to shitty pop music which he makes me dance to with him.”
Sana grins widely at the picture that makes in her head and
the boy before her who is trying to control his own goofy smile. “You love every
second of it, don’t you?”
Isak shrugs bashful, a small genuine smile on his face. “Yeah.”
Sana nods, placing a hand over Isak, giving it a squeeze
when he looks up at her. “I’m glad, Isak,” Sana
says her voice quiet, and she means it. She’s happy for the boy in front of her
who she can honestly call a friend, but she’d be lying if she didn’t admit to
feeling a pang at not having anything even close to what he has. “Everyone
should be as happy as you and Even are, you guys are lucky to have found it.”
Isak stares at Sana for a moment, holding on to her hand
when she tries to remove it from his. “Are you okay, Sana?”
Sana startles at the question, wondering when was the last
time anyone asked her that. When was the
last time anyone even noticed that she might not be?
“I-“ Sana starts to bluff her way out of the question, of course, she’s fine.
Everyone expects her to be fine all the
time, she’s Sana Bakkoush, she’s untouchable.
“Sana?” Isak questions again gently.
She lets out a sigh and feels like a balloon deflating, her energy
drained. “I’ve been better.”
Isak waits quietly for her to continues, and when she opens her mouth,
it all starts pouring out, like a sudden flood, fast and unstoppable. Her disconnect from her friends and their lack of
awareness, Vilde endless sex conversations. Her brother’s friends and the girls’
interest in them. She whispers her own interest in Yousef and the confusing
feelings whenever he’s around, Isak smiles at that and she rolls her eyes in
return while a small smile tugs on her own lips, feeling lighter with each word
that passes her lips. When she’s done, she left out another breath, the
tension in her shoulders easing.
“A little better?” Isak asks, his shoulder pressing into
hers, having moved closer during her talking.