GENN JOHN and ARKANSAS CRYSTAL WORKS
ALL YOU COULD EVER WANT TO KNOW (AND MORE!)
This page is dedicated to information about “Genn John” and “Arkansas Crystal Works”. You will see me switch from first person to second person which I know isn’t grammatically correct. I PREFER first person because it is more, well, personal!!
The way I present this information may seem a little weird and awkward (it seems weird to me, too!). I have typed my name (Genn John) and the business name (Arkansas Crystal Works) many times throughout the content of this page.
The reason I keep repeating “Genn John” and/or “Arkansas Crystal Works”? Search Engine Optimization (SEO). This was the only way to go. So, without further ado, Genn John and Arkansas Crystal Works.
GENN JOHN – PHILOSOPHY
We’ll start with a my (Genn John)’s short bio followed by an introduction of how this crystal is making its way from its home in the Ouachita (pronounced WASH-it-tah) Mountains to you.
Following that is my story with the crystals and how I came to know them and how Arkansas Crystal Works came into being.
FIRST, WHO IS GENN JOHN?
Descriptively, and in no certain order, I am a crystal lover and gemstone fanatic, a healer, a mother to both furred and feathered, a wife to my lovely partner.
I am a daughter & sister, a champion of lost causes and defender of the weak and those in need.
An author, an artist, a crafts-person, a Reiki II, Angelic and Shamanic healing and Advanced Light Language practitioner.
Genn John – a practicing Buddhist who also follows the paths of both Wicca and Christianity and who honors the Divine in all Paths.
Experienced as both a waitress and licensed nurse, I love sparkly things and very hot food. I am a cancer survivor.
These are just scrapings that came off as I mused upon the question “who is Genn John?”.
I am a million other things and none of them at all. Simply, I am Genn. Welcome to my world.
WHO RUNS ARKANSAS CRYSTAL WORKS BESIDES GENN JOHN?
As for the website, I am the only person here behind the scenes.
I always wonder when I go to a website, “Who is behind this thing? Who is doing all this packing and handling and writing and busy-work?” To answer that simply, it’s me. Arkansas Crystal Works = Genn John.
Beginning from the ground level up, I select the crystal, I measure, weigh, photograph and “read” it.
I write the webpage, and post the crystal.
On an administrative scale, I am the web-mistress and secretary.
I answer all the e-mail, I take the orders, pack and ship the crystal and I am the “boss” of me (so I can fire myself if I don’t do a good job).
I promise to do a good job, though, because I love what I do.
ANYWAY… on to the crystals.
HOW DOES THE CRYSTAL AT ARKANSAS CRYSTAL WORKS GET FROM GENN JOHN TO YOU?
Basically, I assist the crystal through its entire journey from the crystal mine to your home.
It is very important to me that your crystal is in a positive and loving atmosphere from the time is it held for description on the website until it is carefully wrapped to be delivered to your door.
I have been honored with a unique opportunity to assist the crystals to where they need to go and my intention is always to do it with love and grace.
I don’t see Arkansas Crystal Works as a “business”, or that I am in “control” of the crystals or that they are my possessions.
Crystals are sentient beings and deserve our honor, respect and humble gratitude.
It is my mission to adopt crystals to new homes, helping to spread their light into the world.
To clarify, I don’t see myself as anything but a helper to the crystals, simply because they can’t get to where they need to go on their own.
Genn John = crystal caretaker.
WHERE DOES THE CRYSTAL FROM ARKANSAS CRYSTAL WORKS COME FROM?
The crystal available from Arkansas Crystal Works has all been hand selected by me (Genn John), and it is crystal from Arkansas unless otherwise specified.
It is both crystal I have brought home from shop-owner friends and also some I have personally dug directly from the crystal mines in south-central Arkansas.
You won’t find only the “highest quality”, AAA grade (“perfect”) crystal and not the chipped or damaged here.
There is an inherent beauty in all things and many times the empathic (broken, chipped or damaged) crystals have the greatest pull, both energetically and emotionally.
I do my best to include an accurate physical description with each crystal.
I have developed the ability over the years to channel energetic, thought and vibrational information from the crystals.
This occurs primarily through my Crystal Guide, Venus, but also through the individual crystal collective.
I am happy to help select the crystal companion meant to come live and work with you. Check the “Ask Genn” page for more information on this.
It is my goal to match up the proper crystal to it’s rightful companion.
When I am at a shop, selecting crystal for the website, many times aesthetically or vibrationally I might not be drawn to a certain crystal.
However, if my hand is drawn to it a second time, I bring it home, knowing it is for someone specifically.
I pray you will find the crystal that has called you here today.
GENN JOHN ‘S BIOGRAPHY
How I came to be here on the web adopting out crystal… the long and the short of it…
FIRST THE SHORT OF IT
I was born and raised in California and I have been rock-hounding and collecting crystals since I was very young.
Because there is an entire web page dedicated to this story, I will send you there if you want to read more about this.
This is found under the heading of Kids and New Collectors.
That’s the short of it.
NOW THE LONG OF IT
In 1993, after working as a licensed nurse for 5 years, while studying for my Bachelor’s Degree, (also in nursing), I was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.
The tumor was large and took up about 2/3 of my chest cavity. Because of my age (27) the doctors chose to treat my cancer very aggressively.
I received treatment in both Arkansas and Texas.
After the treatment was over, the resulting nerve damage caused by the toxic chemicals created extreme, unbearable pain that even medications much stronger than morphine couldn’t help.
The pain was so intense I was absolutely without hope.
Feeling defeated, I quit all the drugs, and turning inward, sought solace wading in the lake by the house where I lived.
I was told that the quartz found near and in the lake had healing properties. This was Buchanan Dam, Texas, 1994.
Wading in the lake, I began to find a quiet peace there, and my pain lessened to the point that I began drawing and painting again.
Spirit and circumstance led me back to Arkansas to help my ailing Grandfather.
After moving from Texas to Arkansas, my mom and I decided to try out the crystal mining I had heard about since my early childhood.
I am quite sure she did it to get my mind off the pain which was returning, and my health which was trending back downward.
Going to the crystal mine was like nothing I have ever experienced. It was like heaven. A high. An addiction.
No matter how many times I went, I always wanted to go more.
When I was there, I couldn’t stay long enough. Mom and I bought a tent and “dry camped” and dug for days at a time.
Still very weak from the chemotherapy and its after effects, my mom helped me as I trudged along.
A sweet little chihuahua named Ody was my saving grace.
Ody was adopted from the humane society in Texas right after my cancer treatment ended, when I was so sick and depressed.
He was a special needs ‘pup’, 10 years old with congestive heart failure and seizures and he was the sweetest ray of light you could ever imagine. Ody kept me going.
Oh, how he LOVED the crystal mine. Riding in a bucket on a pillow over the crystal or tucked in my shirt, he would grunt and complain every time I bent over to pick up another crystal.
Soon I had so many crystals it felt almost as if I was hoarding them, but I couldn’t stop digging because it made me feel so much better.
My dad suggested that I write a webpage and spread them around.
Keep in mind, this was late 1994, and at the time, even e-mail was a new concept. The prospect of building a webpage was daunting.
However, with his help, I taught myself HTML. I read books and studied, and with trial and error, in 1995…
ARKANSAS CRYSTAL WORKS WAS BORN
I spent the next year reading and learning, both about computers and crystals.
In late 1996, the cancer came back. I underwent treatment again, this time both chemotherapy and radiation.
I had learned first-hand about the healing properties of crystal in Texas, and I had learned even more as I was offering them for adoption online.
I started working with crystal to help alleviate some of the side effects of treatment myself.
I researched everything I could about working with crystal and began using them for pain control and especially nausea.
I also used them to help with meditation and focus.
I offer crystals to people who need them, so if you are undergoing treatment for cancer please e-mail me and I will gladly help you out.
GENN JOHN and ARKANSAS CRYSTAL WORKS, CURRENT ERA
Fast forward from mining crystal to making the website and up to my mission to get the crystal to where they need to go!
This has been an over 20 year journey and I can’t think of another thing in the world I want to do. I am humbled and grateful for the opportunity.
The cancer is gone and I have now well surpassed the “magical” 10 year milestone. As a matter of fact, I have well surpassed my 20th anniversary from original diagnosis!!
Over twenty years, folks! I am so thankful to Spirit, the crystal, everyone’s prayers, and All That Is.
GENN JOHN & HER FURRED & FEATHERED FAMILY at ARKANSAS CRYSTAL WORKS
AFFECTIONATELY REFERRED TO AS “THE ZOO”
I share a house with my partner, four fur-babies and three parrots.
It is a zoo around here most days, but a happy one. And LOUD! My gosh, you have no idea.
GENN JOHN and HER FURRED & FEATHERED FAMILY
FIRST THE FURRED:
I would be remiss if I didn’t mention a little bit about each of the members in what I fondly refer to as “The Zoo”. For some unknown reason, all of my friends like to rename all these sweet pups. All of them are rescues. Here is a little bit about each, beginning with their “given” name:
Elizabeth T is a Pomeranian.
She is very prissy and deliberately particular so was named after Elizabeth Taylor.
She walks on her tiptoes and takes treats from your hand slowly and carefully, gingerly with barely enough pressure to keep it in her mouth, as if she thinks she will break it.
Then she tip-toes away proudly.
She would wear diamonds if she had them.
She goes by “Elizaboo”, “Liz-a-bee”, “Black Betty” (wham-a-lam, yes, that “Black Betty”) and sometimes, “Ratatouille”.
Next comes Milo. Oh, sweet Milo.
Milo wandered up into Mom’s yard.
Before I even saw he had a tag which said “Milo” on it, I decided his name was “Mojo”.
Maybe he was telepathically telling me his name and the people who made his tag got it wrong.
He is much more a “Mojo” than a “Milo”… because he’s got some mojo!
The people who he lived with previously had abandoned him, so he became ours.
He LOVES people. ADORES guests. He is happy and joy-filled.
Milo’s got some issues with his back, so he suffers with some pain, but between Reiki and meds, he gets along well.
He has the most names of all the zoo.
They are in no certain order, “Milo”, “Mojo”, and because we had a “Frodo”, my friend Deb decided he needed to be called “Samwise Gamgee”, so “Sam”. Let’s see, he is also “Mojito Jones”, “Mr. Mojito”, “Spike” (said with a lisp “Thpike”) and finally “MoMo”. I think that’s all, it’s hard to keep up!
Twinkie came to us in October of 2014.
She was also a rescue, found running wild at a park, toenails crazy long and most of her teeth rotten.
She was estimated to be about 5 years old when we adopted her. She weighs nearly 5 pounds now, she was about 2 and a half pounds when she moved in.
Twinkie is in love with Milo and has become quite spoiled.
Most of the time when I am working on the computer you will find her in my shirt.
If not there, she is tucked into someone’s armpit or scampering around the house, wreaking havok and inciting general mayhem.
She is also “Twankie”, “Twank” and “TWEE-Twee” (and “Little Miss Spoildey Pants”).
Swee’ Pea the cocker spaniel is our newest furred family member who came here October of 2017.
She, like the rest of our motley crew, is a rescue.
We were at our favorite groomers, getting Elizabeth, Milo and Twinkie beautified and there was this poor little cocker scampering about.
Her hair was clipped to the skin and she was loving but very skittish.
We found out that the groomers had rescued her from a no-so-happy home where she was not fed very well and was kicked around.
She was malnourished, had what appeared to be a cracked or broken rib, and was so matted that it took them over an hour to clip the mats and knots out of her hair.
My partner has a soft-spot for cockers, and had been wanting a shop-dog, so Swee’Pea adopted us.
She is still getting used to the other furry family members and is sometimes unsure what to do with all this love, but she is learning fast.
She’s a good girl and we’re glad we adopted her.
NOW THE FEATHERED:
DAISY – THE UMBRELLA COCKATOO
Daisy came along in December of 2008.
Daisy was estimated to be about 7 when I adopted her, and as soon as we met, she decided I was to be her mate. (I didn’t get a say in the matter).
She periodically lays me eggs and then promptly ignores them (after all, her work is done!)
Since I lack both the ability and the desire to fertilize her eggs, I carefully hollow them out and mark the date on them.
I now have a little egg family consisting of about 16 “egg shell babies” (and counting).
Daisy talks, but as Cockatoos do, has her own language, which sounds like baby talk. The other 90% of her vocabulary consists of ear-splitting screams. Other than her rambling baby-talk, she will on occasion say “Hello” and “EEnut” (peanut).
MISTY – THE AFRICAN GREY
Next up is Misty. She came from the same home as Little Bird (see below) and (coming up next) McKuen, now “Mac”.
They came to live here in October 2014. Misty was “born” March 15th, 1996. She’s a constant source of joy.
She speaks very well, her favorite phrases right now are “wanna take a shower” and “ready go night!”
She also says (in no specific order) “Yum, Yum, Yum” (Yum-Yum was a Siamese cat), “I love you”, “What did Stormy say”, “Sing a pretty song”, “If You’re Happy and You Know it, Flap Your Wings”, “We’re off to See The Wizard, the Wonnerful Wizard of AH”, and various and sundry beeps, clicks and whistles.
She has many more phrases but too many to list. She’s our talker.
MAC – THE ECLECTUS
Last but certainly not least, is McKuen, nicknamed “Mac”.
He is an Eclectus parrot (also known as “Christmas Birds” because the female of the species is bright red).
His beak looks like a candy corn.
Mac was “born” June 4th, 1998. OK. I know birds aren’t born, they hatch, that’s why born is in quotes.
He’s a funny guy, has kind of a cute little-kid voice like Daisy’s (except when he is upset, and his scream is anything like a cute little kid).
He loves to throw kisses, and if you aren’t close, he will kiss things in his cage (like his perch, his toys, etc).
He says “I love … smooch”, kisses (smooch smooch smooch and also MUAH!), “Peek-a-boo”, something that sounds very much like “PICKLES!!” and “awwwww”.
I may be missing a few phrases, but his primary sound is kisses and “I Love. . . ” He is a sweetie and ADORES my partner.
TRANSITIONED TO SPIRIT
That brings me to the end of the bio page, but I don’t want to forget the pups who have transitioned to Spirit since the beginning of Arkansas Crystal Works as a webpage.
Here they are:
Gitszy was my four-legged baby.
She transitioned to Spirit July 27th, 2014.
She was a rescue pup, and had scoliosis and hip dysplasia.
She was crazy and I adored her.
She spent most of her time in my shirt, much like her predecessor, Ody.
They were very similar and I am of a mind that they were of the same energy.
I miss her very much, but I know she is in Spirit with all our other loved-ones, and I also know I will see her again.
This is Chrissy (Christianna-Minnie Sue).
She was adopted from a breeder when she was retired from puppy-making.
As you can tell from this picture, she isn’t too thrilled about being dressed up like Elmer Fudd.
She tolerated it because it was just for the photo, then taken off. Sweet girl…
She loved to eat anything she found, including flavored chap-stick and gum stolen from purses, (foil and all, which makes some interesting and sparkly doggie poo).
She would get so excited about food that she once jumped into my lap, skidding across the middle of a full plate of spaghetti. Haha!!!
You already met Ody.
When he was adopted from the rescue in Texas, his name was “Jody”.
That name did not fit him what-so-ever, but since he had been “Jody” all of his 10 years or so, I wanted to stick with a name that sounded similar.
I renamed him “Don Quixote, The Man of LaMancha!” but he was always “Ody” to us.
I was fond of translating his stories for him, mostly about his time in South America when he was fighting the rebels.
As far as I know, the Man of Lamancha never fought as a rebel in South America, but all of Ody’s stories were fun to tell in his heavy Spanish accent.
For all I know he was jousting at windmills and pining after Dulcinea there, too.
This picture was taken on Enchanted Rock in Texas, about 1995. As you can see, the sun was bright that day. Ody, Ody, Ody….
Next is Pixie.
Pixie used to sit on the back of my desk chair when I worked on the computer to post crystals.
She perched there like a vulture, making leaning forward nearly impossible.
Pixie came into my life in the few weeks before Ody became seriously ill and had to be assisted to transition.
I was so grief-stricken that it was nearly impossible for me to bond with her.
Chrissy needed a companion so Pixie went to live with Mom. She and Chrissy were fast friends.
She had come congenital issues with her front leg which caused her to walk on the side of her ankle. She had surgery to correct the bend and had screws and pins sticking out of her leg for weeks.
She was a sweet sweet pup.
Baby Bear was next.
He was found wandering loose in a small town near here, spray painted hot pink.
Mom rescued him and he was a perfect fit for the Zoo at that time.
He acted kind of addlepated most of the time, but he was very sweet, loving and friendly.
Towards the end of his time here he was stone deaf and nearly blind.
We would slap on the floor to get his attention because he could feel the vibrations.
We did our best not to startle him by touching him unless he knew we were there.
The pictures I have aren’t the greatest of Bear. He really did look like a stuffed teddy bear, his name fit. He is pictured with my niece, Meggie.
Last, but not least of the transitioned furkids, is Bella.
Bella was old and tired.
Mostly she would lay in the middle of the floor and follow you with just her eyes so that anytime you looked up, there she would be, staring at you.
This is a picture of her doing just that. She adored food of any kind and would jump straight up into the air to get some.
All four feet would come off the ground at one time, which was more of a “sproing! sproing! sproing!” than a jump.
She would make a sort of spitting, grunting sound, eyes bright with anticipation.
She had one snaggly tooth left and somehow she would manage to nail you with it in her excitement for whatever morsel was coming her way.
When there was no more food, she would go back to lurking and watching.
Little Bird’s age was unknown for certain.
When I adopted her from my dear friend, Angel, she came with her mate Elvis.
Elvis left the building shortly after he came to live with me (old age I suspect) which makes me think she was not Elvis’s mate, but his daughter (or son… Lovebirds have to be sexed to know for certain).
She hadn’t laid any eggs but did display nesting behaviors, so I don’t know.
I was happy to call her a her and she really didn’t care either way!
Her favorite past time, hobby and bliss, was biting. We whistled back and forth throughout the day, which was her second bliss.
That’s the end of our transitioned babies. I miss them all horribly but are happy we got to spend the remainder of their lives spoiling them rotten and enjoying their love.
We look forward to meeting up with them at the Rainbow Bridge.
Thank you so much for stopping by! I leave you with a picture of the shenanigans which are a daily part of life at the zoo: