Assiah: The Prophetic Adventures of the Shaman's Skull

Messages come in myriad forms. I first saw him in a vision: a labradorite skull floating before me, saying, “Come get me.” Persistent and passionate as his future caretaker, he called to me a number of times before I found him approximately two weeks and 500 miles later in Santa Monica, CA. Fortunately I was already anticipating a southerly trip to be in service to a community of loyal clients and to assist with selecting a jury for an important legal case. The aspect of finding the labradorite skull was altogether another assignment. I hadn’t even seen or heard of a labradorite skull before this vision yet surely they must exist…I’m talking to one!

My introduction to crystal skulls happened about 5-years prior the first time I met Max the Crystal Skull. Max’s custodian Joanne Parks was a visiting lecturer at Whole World Wellness (formerly Regenesis– a medical/healing center where I was in service as the in-house medical intuitive, healer and N.A.E.T. surrogate to Dr. Roger Valentine and his patients/clients for many years. Roger and I spent a considerable amount of time with Max, not just asking Max questions, but also providing healing to the well-known crystal that has worked for others a very long time. The experience and conversation I had with Max was personally meaningful and gave me a new appreciation for the energetic properties and transmissions of crystals when they are molded into the shape of a skull regardless if the artisan behind the actual sculpting is earthling or other-worldly. During Max’s visit, I also met a jovial man who was selling crystals and jewelry. I left his booth with a Lemurian phantom point and a brochure to a local shop I hadn’t heard of before: the Aura Shop. It looked like a cool place for me to check out, some day.

Prior to departing for my Santa Monica trip to see my clients and find this skull, I’m fetching a suitcase and feel moved to dig into a box of papers though I’m not sure why I’m doing what I’m doing until I find the same brochure for the Aura Shop I collected said many years-ago. Thank you, Guides!

Sunday morning. I’m parked on Main Street in Santa Monica a few blocks from the Farmer’s Market. I hadn’t been in this part of the world for a number of years yet I remember the notorious occupation of the (perhaps) quota-oriented meter maids and the totally confusing signage designed to stump even the most educated minds. I read the hours of operation numerous times before catching the fragrances of savory prepared breakfast foods wafting from the market eliciting a promising salivary response and acute pangs. Shopping hungry I was a bit overwhelmed by all the activity in the Farmer’s Market. I was walking up a lane while speaking on my mobile phone to Roger Valentine asking him about the Aura Shop. He mentions there is a guy with a booth at the Farmer’s Market who knows about it and tells me where in the market to go. Noting my surroundings I tell Roger that I’m already there. We hang up and not a minute later I overhear some say, “labradorite skull.” My head and body immediately walked toward the back of the man who uttered the words I traveled to so far to hear. When he turned around we recognized each other. He was the same man I met during Max’s first visit! He went on to tell me how he just did repair work on a labradorite crystal skull for the Aura Shop and that while the owner is typically there on Sunday, she happened to be there that morning. “I’ll call Kate and tell her you’re coming.” I thanked him and as I was leaving he asked, “Did you buy a Lemurian phantom from me?”

Walking up to the storefront the owner was outside sweeping the stoop and greeted me with authentic pleasantries. She presented to crystal skulls to me. In my left hand I held a clear quartz skull with more memoamerican features. In my right hand, was my skull, I hadn’t even looked at him yet; I wanted to complete my conversation and introduction to the quartz skull before full engaging in my new companion. The quartz skull and I had a brief exchange: Hello. I don’t belong to you. Thank you. (Namaste). I smiled and returned him to the shop owner, “Thank you. He belongs to someone else.” Then with both hands and full attention I embraced the labradorite skull. We smiled at each other. He has open eyes and a big smile. His features are modern and anatomically correct. In that moment I saw big wings grow from either side that reached around to hug me back. “I belong to you.” I told him that we’d be doing a lot of work together, that we were about taking action! I wanted to sit with him. Kudos to Kate for inviting me to take my time and be comfortable in her shop! There were two areas in her store to sit in where I chose the most rear to have privacy with this fascinating new friend. First thing first: though he already knew my name, I still favor personal introductions. My mother went to school in England and the cultural manners therein are likewise instilled. “My name is Tuaca, what is your name?” I am known for saying, “ask a question get an answer” and the answer I got was coming before asked the question. I simultaneously heard and saw the words/names: Asia and Isaiah. Then I was speaking them aloud combining and contorting them until I felt I had it or something close to it. At that moment I was guided to look to my left and one book among many on the shelves where I sat drew my hand with certainty. I didn’t pay close attention to the title of the book though I saw it had some to do with Christ and the Kabbalah. The first and only page I really needed to see, at that time, opened itself to me. I read there are four worlds or stages of the Kabbalah and how Assiah or Assiaya was one of them meaning action. This was one of those moments where my sacred reverence, gratitude and faith factor grows exponentially. I couldn’t tell you how long I sat there…actually I could, I just want to convey the timelessness of the experience I was having. There is medicine in confirmation. I thanked Assiah for finding me. Funny, he did the same. It is that medicine people receive when they come for sessions. I was weeping in gratitude for this medicine.

Labradorite is also known as “Shaman’s Stone” and is a stone I keep with me as one I’ve always resonated strongly with and been intuitively drawn toward. Its esoteric properties are all related to intuition, healing, time travel, magic, dreams, manifestation, synchronicity, protection…it is indeed the handpicked companion stone for me.

The conversation twix Assiah and I continued. I learned where he was from, (not where the shop owner had been told), and more about the work we’d do together. This is when I noticed that he felt like me, energetically speaking. That he was an extension or amplification of who I AM. Cool!

Kate brought me a cup of water. My hunger pangs kicked in. I had yet to eat. I asked Kate to mind him while I took care of my body and found an ATM. “He’s coming home with me.” Back at the Farmer’s Market, raw food wasn’t speaking to me yet the Mexican-style omelet stand was waving a banner with my name on it. Must eat. Devour. Insert satisfying moaning sounds here:_________. Thank goodness for glucose, protein, carbohydrates, minerals and lipids. I made a point to thank the crystal man for directing me to the shop and calling Kate before making my way to the ATM. Now that skull had a formidable price upon his shoulders…um, occiput? My guides said, “She will lower the price.” Thank you! When I got to the shop I told Kate more about who I was and said I had a message for her and to let me know if she was open to receiving it. On the spot she was and I delivered. She thanked me and to my delight Kate said, “I have a message for you. My guides told me to sell this skull to you for less.” Attitude of gratitude; this is kismet! Kate went on to tell me that in all her years of running the shop and her experience with crystals and gemstones, she had never seen, heard of, or had anyone ask her for a labradorite skull. The buyer she sources from had pushed the skull on Kate. Though Kate is pretty clear with her boundaries and told this guy no three times, how she really did not want it, something in her changed dramatically. She was confident that she bought the skull for me. No doubt the buyer was guided to be ‘persistent’, no doubt Kate was guided to flow. No doubt, Assiah and I have a tremendous lifetime of light service in action. Go forward: Tuaca & Assiah and of course my Guides.

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Jedi musician and galactic tribal mate iTom Lab indicated he was going to Lightening in a Bottle, a three-day Burning Man-esque outdoor fest in Orange County, to check out Darryl Anka, a man who channels a multi-dimensional being namedBashar. Looking forward to visiting iTom again, the first since my recording/channeling the words and consciousness transmissions for Om iGod, I feel moved to go and do. iTom had just received his new Eclipse drum and seduced the unsuspecting ears of the audience with the love notes he massaged from her ample body. While he played Bashar’s stage was being set. I had no prior experience with Bashar or Daryl, I had only known iTom was into him. Bashar would receive questions from the audience members, including mine. I told him I had just traveled a long way to find Assiah. He made a joke in that he, from ‘outer space’, had traveled a greater distance. Ultimately Bashar had said what I had felt, that Assiah was more of me, that I had given myself a ‘permission slip’ to be more of who I already was and to keep up the good work. The audience cheered. Before leaving I shared Assiah and his story with iTom. While iTom was inspecting the ‘specimen’ I inspected the t-shirt iTom was wearing: a skull with wings growing out of it. More confirming medicine! I shared this revelation with iTom and we shared a few more synchronistic moments during this brief and poignant visit. I also notice iTom was wearing the same necklace I was coveting while in a shop in Laguna Beach. Hmmmm… may The Force Be With You!

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One more stop during this so Cal tour was to my dear friend Compton Rom Bada’s Ascended Health compound. Compton makes living skin care products among other amazing healing goodies for the body. Always good to see Compton! I introduced him to Assiah and Compton introduced me to his new associate in health, Adam. When I told Adam about Assiah, Adam said his best friend’s mom owned the Aura Shop. Yeah, that’s what he said– yet another opportune synchronized gratitude moment. Adam is intuitively talented with Solfeggio tuning forks and we spent some delicious moments together charging and activating Assiah and playing with Compton’s latest healing inventions. It was pretty awesome!

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Since our reunion, Assiah joins me during sessions and all the ceremonies I’m guided to do. There is a dynamic ‘prayer’ or healing intention ritual I call the Cosmic B-12 Shot. I was guided to go to Big Sur to conduct three private ceremonies. This was shortly after the oil spills in the Gulf. I made a post on facebook announcing the forthcoming healing and the message I received to share with others, “Look for the rainbow.” After completing (part I of III) in this ceremony on a beach in Big Sur, CA, I was taking photos the ocean and Assiah. A woman observing me holding my camera in one hand and a skull in the other asked me if I wanted her to take a photo of my friend and me. Cool! She was into it to, balancing her body, getting closer, taking shots from different vantages. Thanking her she began asking about the skull. “Is that Labradorite?” Noting her interest as sincere I discussed the properties of the stone and more about how he came into my life. The woman’s husband, still resting in the sand, was more interested in hearing the waves or his own thoughts than our esoteric conversation, it seemed. We exchanged names and when I did she said, “I’ve been to your website. I was just looking at it the other day and bookmarked it.” We looked at each other and I smiled as if to emphasize what I had just been saying in our conversation about synchronicity. Wow! The day after, facebook friend Beverly H posted she and her friends had also held ceremony and saw a peculiar blue rainbow in the sky where they lived. Wow, repeated! The healing, gratitude, reverence, practice, continues…

Now when you see me with Assiah, you’ll be more familiar with him. He has a tremendous metaphorical heart and infinite consciousness. Though we have a lot in common insofar as energy, purpose, dynamics, he does have his own personality, voice and character, and well, he is a bit of a lady’s man. Own of my friends after having a conversation with him said Assiah flirted with her. Another female told me, “Assiah said he loved me.” Well he doesn’t have a crush on me, that isn’t the kind of relationship we have. Ours is a vocational kismet bond I’m fortunate to nurture in service to the Light. Please introduce yourself to Assiah. You’re welcome to ask him questions too. ^i^

- Tuaca Kelly