Also, there's a ring as a closure and the chunky nugs are mostly from my recent jansjewels hoard.
Here's some of what I got, post oxidizing.
And then this happened:
A man ambushed a stone. Caught it.
Made it a prisoner.
Put it in a dark room and stood guard over it for the rest of his life.
His mother asked why.
He said, because it's held captive, because it is captured.
Look, the stone is asleep, she said, it does not know whether it's in a garden or not. Eternity and the stone
are mother and daughter; it is you who are getting old. The stone is only sleeping.
But I caught it, mother, it is mine by conquest, he said.
A stone is nobody's, not even its own. It is you who are conquered; you are minding the prisoner, which is yourself,
because you are afraid to go out, she said.
Yes yes, I am afraid, because you have never loved me, he said.
Which is true, because you have always been to me as the stone is to you, she said.
Russell Edson
Mother of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake!
Silence and speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are at stake.
By the Rose and the Cross I conjure;
I constrain by the Snake and the Sword;
I am he that is sworn to endure -Bring us the word of the Lord!
from The Interpreter by Aleister Crowley
A bunch of oxidized bead caps. A vintage French beaded petal, a little shoe charm. A bunch of little whitish buttons, a tigereye tumble, some little bright kitchy flower clusters. A vintage "B" charm. Some yellow African glass and those stone pendants are really lovely!
Some recycled golden recycled glass beads. Magenta tumble. Vintage glass and plastic buttons. Coyote fang, long bone connector, brass chain with lilac plastic links. Black and white swirl glass beads.
Black and silver rose trim. Heavy chandelier crystals. Tiny pearly shank button set. Complete alphabet rubber stamp set. Used once. I really like the font, actually. Good for collages.
Two long black ancient fossils. These are real, from the era before animals existed, from before even flowers had evolved. A petrified piece of wood. A length of plastic beads on wire in orange and yellow. Gray/mauve Czech rounds.
Hand-carved bone pendants. Nugget silvery beads, teal tulips. Little bullet casings. Black woven leather cord.
A roll of non-tarnish copper wire, 4 bamboo tiles, 2 more chandelier crystals, a stuffed heart. Then the thing on top is a round piece with three pierces. You can put something in it that is special but you don't know how to connect it, put it in there, affix a round piece of mica or acrylic sheet (some of you scrapbookers might have one) over it and you have a bezel!
I wait for thee, my soul distraught
With aching for some nameless naught
In its most arcane crypt-
Am I not fit to endure thee?
...
Thou whose mouth is a flame
With its seven-edged sword proceeding,
Come! I am writhing with despair
Like a snake taken in a snare,
Moaning thy mystical name
Till my tongue is torn and bleeding!
Have I not gilded my nails
And painted my lips with vermillion?
Yea! thou art I; the deed awakes,
Thy lightening strikes; thy thunder breaks
Wild as the bride that wails
In the bridegroom's plumed pavillion!
from Ave Adonai by Aleister Crowley