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Cristale care vindeca, de Dael Walker


Daca te pasioneaza cristalele, DaEl Walker este omul tau. In cartile lui gasesti tot ce vrei si ce prin gand nu-ti trece despre minerale. De la clasificari, la proprietati metafizice, la aplicatii in viata de zi cu zi, la programari pentru succes si fericire si lista ar putea continua.
"Cristale care vindeca" este prima carte pe care am citit-o eu. Primul lucru de care trebuie sa fii constient atunci cand vorbesti despre cristale este ca ele sunt vii. Au aceeasi spirala de crestere ca si moleculele de ADN si ARN din organismul uman. Aceasta compatibilitate face posibila reechilibrarea energetica a corpului cu ajutorul lor. Energiile noastre dezordonate, odata strabatute de cristal sunt obligate sa se armonizeze si sa tinda catre modelul cel mai exact al alinierii moleculare - adica starea noastra perfecta.
Iata cateva sfaturi practice culese din carte.
- daca aveti piscina puteti folosi crstalele pentru curatarea apei, fara a mai folosi clor si algicide
- un cristal plasat pe o zona dureroasa amelioreaza foarte mult starea, in numai o ora
- plasarea cristalelor in sertarele sifonierului curata si incarca hainele, mai ales pe cele cu mai putin de 50% fibre naturale, considerate nocive pentru organism. o ora de curatare asigura trei ore de purtare
- un cristal plasat intr-un recipient cu apa creste campul de energie al apei de 10 ori. Apa energizata o poti folosi la orice

Acestea sunt doar cateva. In carte gasesti sute de astfel de intrebuintari, nu numai domestice, ci din toate categoriile de peocupari. Sa nu uiti ca inainte de orice folosire a unui cristal, acesta trebuie curatat si incarcat. Gasesti in carte toate informatiile de care ai nevoie.

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