Little Stone Heap Man

Little Stone Heap Man

Since I moved in to my present apartment five years ago I have a small stone heap in my livingroom and one in my garden, both in honour of the land- and waterwights. I have mentionend these heaps in some of the articles I wrote. The one inside is also a personal power spot to me. Both of them exist of pebbles and small stones of all kind of places and from various countries. Some I got from friends who visited special places as the Þingvellir in Iceland. The small stone from that place amongst the stone heap in my back garden. There is also a small piece of Himalaya which I brought home years ago from a voyage through India and Nepal. That was long before I knew of land spirits, but I always kept it.
From several stones I still remember where I have found them, along with the fond memories of the places, and for some spots the blot and the people. From other stones I simply have forgotten their story by now.
I always ask the land or water spirits if there is a voluteer among them who is willing to come home with me. Most of the time there is one. My eye will fall upon a tiny piece of rock or I kick with my foot to a stone. Stones have their own ways to make themselves known. Once back home I will introduce the stone to the stone heap I already have in mind for it. Mostly my choice appears to be right. Rare a stone will let me know it wants to be on the other heap and if so I honour the wish of the stone.

In one of the merchant stall’s at a festival, Keltfest 2008, I saw a couple of tiny statue’s, hat to too no more than 13 cm, which draw my attention. One of them was a little man with light green skin and animal shaped ears, a walking stick in one hand, a long white beard hanging down from his chin upon his feet and a pointy hat. Form under his hood two bright eyes looked at me. At first side I thought it to be a little landwight guy and decided to purchase it.
Once home I couldn’t make up my mind where to put it. The most obvious didn’t even occur to me. But soon the coin fell, probably thanks to the little man himself and the stones. Since that moment he is stands on top of the heap as if he has been made for it. These kind of things still amaze me.
From the moment I put the tiny statue on top of my indoors stone heap something changed, a shift in energy. It felt as an empowerment of the stone heap and this was clearly noticeable to me.
Offcourse my ratio wanted to understand what just happened. The explanation I came up with is as follows: before all the stone, most of them representatives of land- and waterwight, just happen to lay on a heap. The statue seems to be a force which is able to combine the stones and the spirits and powers they represent.
Offcourse this can’t explain how a tiny, little statue, only 15 centimetre, can bring about something like this. Which, as said, was very clear to sense for me. My ratio mutters on for a while, but one is animistic or not, I keep telling myself.
My lady cat gave her approval, when she spotted the tiny figure for the first time. She stretched out her paw with hesitance a couple of times but never really touched the little stone heap man. While doing so she seemed to have puzzled out that it wasn’t prey. She sniffed at him for a moment and left him in peace.

The little stone heap fellow seems to be completely at ease standing on the largest stone of the heap, with one arm resting loosely on his side and. All other pebbles lean on, around and against this one. I really enjoy seeing him stand like this and the power of the stone heap feels pleasant. Maybe some day I will bump into another little stone heap guy who is willing to play the same role for my outdoors stone heap. Until than my indoors little stone heap man is hopefully willing to keep an eye on it.