Lowbiepedia/The Rose Quartz

okay so i’m gonna get a little woo-woo for a second, i apologize, please bear with me. so…my spiritual force, the webbing of energy i can put out, looks like a very pale pink with fine, subtle gold filigree woven throughout it, and it comes especially when i mean to shield with softness. i first saw it in what is still one of the most terrifying spiritual confrontations of my life, and utterly strange too: sometime in 2018 i dreamed of a small shop, mysterious and eclectic, dusty; the kind of place you might expect the protagonist to buy a cursed object in the first act of a horror movie, but in a comforting kind of way. in that shop there was some kind of coded message, i can’t remember much other than it seemed some sort of warning or attempt to explain something dangerous, and next to that message was a small, dead snake, and next to that snake was a bearded man, slumped dead in a chair, killed, it seemed, by that snake. upon closer inspection the man was middle eastern, possibly Muslim, and bore a striking resemblance to my friend [REDACTED], a Syrian-Palestinian activist who was the most egregiously mistreated of any of those blood sacrifices made during the whole hideous affair with the ISO. and as i took in the scene, i began to piece together what had happened: the man in question had been killed by a greater, darker, more subterranean force than this small snake. that snake was only a small, pathetic instantiation of a great chthonic evil that, with horror, i began to be able to see. and suddenly i was awake, lying in bed next to my ex, staring up at the ceiling in my room, only i wasn’t looking at the ceiling, i was looking at the whole enormous evil serpentine egregore, and it was looking back at me. it had sensed that i had seen it, and it snapped its attention upon me, and suddenly i was face to face with it. and for a moment i froze, captivated by its enormity. but quickly my sense of self-preservation kicked in, and even though i had no certainty or even hope that i could fight it off or defend myself (and my ex) at all, i mustered everything i had of the only force i believed stood a chance against such evil; the only force i possessed in any quantity; the only force an evil like that could never understand and could never wield itself: my softness. i did my best to use the technique my ex had taught me (his ex before me was a trained witch, actually pretty seriously educated by another witch in the Faerie tradition, and one of the most powerful practitioners i’ve ever known) for breathing in energy from nature around you, and i gathered all of that and all that i had stored in me, and i put out a ward more powerful and vivid than any i’d ever done before. and though i’d been doing some version of it for the last 6 or 7 years, i’d never before seen it, and it was beautiful, one of the most beautiful things i’ve ever seen: the most pale rose quartz pink you can imagine, soft and strong, all the ways i never grew out of being a girl-child and all the secret strengths that’s preserved in me, and throughout it the most subtle, pale gold filigree like a gentle embroidery on a fine gown. and it blasted that snake away from us more powerfully than i could possibly have imagined. it didn’t kill it; it was never meant to and i would never think it could - that monster is not defeated and i feel certain it has been watching me ever since; it knows i saw it - but it protected us for the time being, and ever since i’ve had a different sense of my own power, and the power of softness, that i consider incredibly important. i can't be certain what exactly it was, and i don't know if i should even try to name it.