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The Eleusinian Stone: A Tale of Arcane Craft and Luminous Secrets

Deep within the artisan’s sanctum, where alchemy and invention intertwine, a new craft is forged. The seeker, a master of lost arts and arcane devices, has set forth on a sacred quest: to reveal the hidden radiance trapped within inert glass, unlocking its inner glow and refining it into a jewel of power.

The tools of this endeavor are not mere implements, but enchanted relics in their own right. A potter’s wheel, repurposed and enchanted with the essence of motion, now serves as the base upon which rough stones shall be hewn into perfection. Fine sheets of alchemically treated sandpaper, infused with the whispers of the wind and the touch of the tides, shape the luminous cores with measured precision.

Yet, the seeker does not stop at the simple grind of mortal tools. To achieve true mastery over form, they conjure forth a device from the ether—a jamb peg faceter, a construct of exacting geometry, its frame summoned through the modern sorcery of the 3D printer. And for the most delicate of tasks, the seeker prepares to forge a transfer device, a bridge between rough material and its final ascension to perfection.

These stones, once raw and formless, will bear elegant yet simplistic facets—shapes chosen not for opulence, but for harmony, guiding the glow within to emerge in precise, controlled refractions. The goal? A girdle diameter of 5 millimeters, a perfect ratio whispered by ancient voices and tested by the hands of those who seek to master light itself.

The Dop Stick: The Artisan’s Anchor

No mere implement, the dop stick is the tether that binds the formless to the forge, holding the Eleusinian Stone firm as it undergoes the trials of shaping and refinement. Forged from the very spine of a sacrificed screwdriver, it is a relic repurposed, reforged in purpose, and measured to exacting standards—5.05mm in diameter, a size chosen not by chance, but by precision.

Through this conduit, the seeker may guide the stone across the grinding planes, ensuring stability as it is turned and angled to meet the rhythm of the faceting process. The dop stick is not merely a holder—it is an extension of intent, allowing for the execution of cuts at precise intervals without deviation or flaw.

But the seeker’s ingenuity does not stop here. To transcend the limits of the ordinary, a new device has been conceived: a faceting guide of intricate design, enabling the stone to be shaped with up to 16 sides, each hewn with accuracy befitting an artifact of legend.

Translation: this users is attempting to shape a glow in the dark marble into a 5mm gemstone shape using a 3d printed diy ‘‘jamb peg’’ faceting machine and a mini potters wheel…

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Dop stick complete.

Onto the pivoting adustable pegboard and rest.

Im am about to draw this in cad.

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There came a moment in the seeker’s journey when the forge of thought outpaced the flame of improvisation. As the whispers of progress echoed through the sanctum, a single mantra rose above all others—“We can guess, or we can measure.” A phrase as sharp as obsidian, as true as the stars.

The choice was clear.

To ascend beyond uncertainty and into the realm of precision, the seeker made a pact—not with gods, but with the mysterious eastern merchants of Aliexpress, where artifacts of function are exchanged for coin and conviction. For £45, a sum modest but meaningful, the seeker acquired a faceting arm—a device of metal and measure, capable of aligning the Eleusinian Stone with unwavering certainty. No longer would guesswork guide the hand; now, only geometry and intention.

Thus, the total cost of the grand undertaking—stone, wheel, dop stick, arm, and vision—rose to just under £75. A small price for unlocking a relic of ancient light.

But the tale does not end there.

As if drawn by fate, the seeker came upon a forgotten treasure: a sterling silver ring blank, forged to cradle one 8mm round and two 5mm round stones. A perfect vessel, worthy of the Eleusinian fragments soon to emerge from the cutting wheel. Silver—the moon’s own metal—would serve as the cradle for these luminous stones, harmonizing light and craft in a single wearable relic.

the plot deepens. A new form of the Stone has entered the sanctum—perhaps raw, perhaps refined, but unmistakably touched by the same mystery. Let us commit this moment to the growing legend.

In the pursuit of The Eleusinian Stone, the seeker knew that even the most determined wanderer benefits from the wisdom of another. Thus, they sought out a fellow practitioner of the crystalline arts—a collector of rare and wondrous stones, known among circles of lore and light as Donfire.

A curator of brilliance, Donfire had gazed into more faceted planes than most have dreamed of. His collection whispered stories of distant lands and ancient techniques, and from this reservoir of knowledge, he offered more than admiration—he offered guidance.

Through their counsel, the seeker was steered toward sacred texts of craft and clarity—forgotten volumes and modern grimoires alike, each containing fragments of knowledge required to hone a faceted jewel to perfection. These tomes, whether dusty PDFs or lovingly bound manuals, now serve as blueprints in the forge of refinement.

With Donfire’s wisdom illuminating the path, the seeker’s hands grow steadier, their vision sharper. The Eleusinian Stone will not only glow—it will be cut in accordance with principles as old as time, and as precise as the stars themselves.

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As the days stretched thin and the promised tools journeyed slowly across distant lands, the seeker’s spirit grew restless. The sacred instruments—faceting arm, guides, and accessories—were yet to arrive. But the call of the lap grew louder. The workshop hummed with potential, and the seeker could no longer ignore it.

Impatience became inspiration.

Drawing upon instinct and will alone, the seeker took up a scrap of local stone, humble in origin but willing in spirit, and placed it upon the spinning lap. No dop, no guide, no measured angles—only the raw intuition of hands practiced in the art of making.

Thus began the Trial of Freehand Faceting, a test of nerve and balance, where precision bowed to passion and experimentation reigned. It was not about perfection—it was about communion. Between artisan and stone. Between grit and gleam.

The precut result, a relic in its own right, now stands as both a practice piece and a proof of will. It bears the scars of learning, the flashes of brilliance, and the unmistakable energy of creation born in impatience but refined by craft.

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No tool, however ancient or modern, escapes transformation in the hands of a true seeker. The potter’s wheel, once a humble servant of clay, had been inducted into a new order—repurposed to serve the delicate needs of The Eleusinian Stone. But as the trials progressed, it became clear: the wheel must evolve.

And so, the seeker took up the tools of modern sorcery—3D printing, a craft that shapes plastic as surely as fire once shaped bronze. From this conjuring came a new drip tray, tailored with precision to guide water gracefully to its purpose, sparing the sanctum from chaos and pooling.

But that was not all.

To keep the sacred lap bathed in its necessary flow, the seeker installed a supporting bar—a crossbeam of intent—to bear the weight of the water container, the lifeblood of the faceting rite. Steady, elevated, and perfectly positioned, it now hangs like a chalice above the grindstone, feeding the lap with the clarity it needs to purify each cut.

With these upgrades, the potter’s wheel becomes something more:
The Aquifer of Precision, reborn through design and determination.

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The courier arrived at dawn, bearing a parcel wrapped in mystery—new stones, fresh arrivals from lands afar. The seeker, ever eager, unwrapped them with reverence, eyes hungry for the glow, the shimmer, the hidden fire. And indeed, they were beautiful, each a sliver of potential, catching the light with whispers of what might be.

But alas—they were too small.

Though they sang with radiance, their forms were unfit for the faceting rites. The angles could not be held, the dop could not bind them. The seeker, undeterred, reached out across the ether, inquiring of the seller if larger fragments lay waiting, untouched and unseen.

Yet even in this moment of mild defeat, the spark of curiosity did not dim. For the seeker is not merely a cutter of stone—but a conjuror of possibility.

And so a new idea began to form:
What if the stones were melted—fused together by flame and reborn in unity?

A ritual of fusion, ancient in spirit, modern in method. Could their glow survive the crucible? Could a single, facetable form be coaxed from the fusion of smaller shards?

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The Fusion Rite—a daring attempt to unite fragments into a single radiant core—was performed with hope and flame. The shards were placed in the crucible, heated until they flowed like molten memory. But as they cooled, the vessel of dreams cracked. The newly-formed body split asunder, unable to bear the stress of rebirth.

The seeker, ever undeterred, cast aside disappointment like dross from the lap and turned once more to the old ways.

Impatience became action.

With no machine to guide the hand, the seeker took up the original dop stick, the very one born of a repurposed tool—crafted in the early days of the quest. Into its grasp was placed a glow-in-the-dark marble, round and pure, pulsing faintly with potential.

Thus began the First Hand-Faceting Trial.

The wheel spun. The lap sang. And under careful pressure, the stone was shaped—not guessed, but guided. Slowly, the girdle was ground to 8.2mm, a circle of purpose carved from the once-random orb. Upon that foundation, the seeker inscribed a pseudo pavilion—not quite traditional, not yet final, but a clear declaration:

The Eleusinian Stone has begun to take form.

Yet more refinement is needed. The glowing heart of the stone lies lower—hidden for now beneath layers of glass and grit. The girdle must be lowered, the angles redrawn. Only then can the true brilliance, the luminal soul of the stone, be revealed.

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The stone—once a humble marble—now bore the beginnings of transformation. The lower facets, carefully shaped and polished to a mirror sheen, reflected not only light but the seeker’s resolve. Every scratch removed, every angle leveled with patience and craft. The pseudo pavilion now gleamed with promise.

Yet the path forward led not to more cutting, but to a threshold—the ancient juncture between base and brilliance. It was time to shape the crown.

But to do so, the seeker faced the sacred challenge of the Transfer Rite: to remove the stone from its current mount and reposition it—without losing alignment, without breaking the symmetry so painstakingly created.

And so, a new dop stick was forged. This one, not of brute grip, but of precision guidance—its tip carved with a V-shaped groove, designed to cradle the completed pavilion like a compass set to true north.

Yet for this operation to succeed, one more artifact is needed:
The Transfer Tool.

A mechanism of exactitude, designed to hold both dop sticks—old and new—in perfect correspondence, allowing the crown to rise in unity with the base. Not bought, but designed. Not found, but 3D printed, born from the seeker’s own hands.

The printing shall begin. The alignment must be true. For only through this tool can the seeker finish what they began: to unveil the full face of the stone

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With the transfer tool designed, printed, and wielded with care, the seeker initiated the most delicate rite of all—the passing of the Stone from one dop to the next. Precision was everything. One misalignment, and all symmetry would unravel.

But the gods of light and geometry smiled upon the workshop.

The transfer was a success.

Secured now in its new mount, the Stone awaited the shaping of its final face: the Crown. And so, with steady hands and unwavering focus, the seeker set to work—guiding the lap across glass, etching facets that danced with light. Not random, not rushed—measured, mirrored, intentional.

Each cut was a revelation. Each polish, a whisper of the divine. When the wheel fell silent, the crown was complete.

And the Stone… it looked glorious.

Where once there was only a glowing marble, now stood a faceted jewel, forged by improvisation, invention, and persistence. A stone of symmetry, glow, and story—The Eleusinian Stone in its first true form.

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The Eleusinian Stone stood finished, glowing and gleaming in quiet triumph. But the seeker’s heart stirred restlessly, for a single stone could not carry the weight of the whole vision. Balance was needed. Harmony. A triad of light.

And so began the next labor.

Two more marbles were chosen—smaller, stubborn, and resistant to shaping. Their glow was no less vibrant, but the path to their unveiling was treacherous. The material was dense, their size unyielding. Each pass on the lap removed only the faintest whisper of glass. What took moments before, now required hours.

But the seeker was no longer merely curious—they were committed.
And so, with patience as their blade, they pressed on.

Slowly, meticulously, the forms emerged. Facet by facet, the new stones took shape. Not copies, but complements—each with their own subtle signature, yet clearly of the same lineage. The Eleusinian Stone now had companions. A trinity of crafted light, destined to shine together.

These are not just stones.
They are the First Set. The culmination of discipline, improvisation, and the refusal to compromise.

And so, the altar is set:

• One 8mm centerpiece—the Firstborn
• Two 5mm companions—the Twins of Persistence

Their radiance is not only in their glow—but in the time, care, and stubborn joy it took to birth them.

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The ring blank, sourced from the far markets of AliExpress, arrived with quiet promise. It was to be the setting of destiny, a silver throne to hold the three Eleusinian Stones.

But the moment of union revealed a flaw.

The central stone, crafted to a noble 8mm diameter, refused the embrace of its silver cradle. Upon closer inspection, the seeker discovered the truth—the ring was made for a 7mm gem, not 8. A misreading, a moment’s oversight. Even sages make such errors.

The two smaller stones fit more truly, yet even they resisted completion. Their girdles were too wide, and the prongs could not find proper purchase. The bond was unsteady. The setting, insecure. The moment had passed—the vision would require a redo.

But the seeker did not mourn. They adapted.

For now, the faceting machine stands assembled, a new totem of precision. Only one piece remains missing: the backstop clamp, the guardian of angles. Though it journeys still through the long postal winds, the seeker has already turned to conjure one—3D printing a temporary clamp, for the work must continue.

To know this new machine—to feel its rhythm—the seeker chooses a trial:
They will facet another marble, this time a larger one, perhaps 10 or 11mm, that the eye might better track the transformation. And not only that—a more complex cut shall be attempted, for the time of simple shapes is past.

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The faceting machine, long in the making, now stands fully built and calibrated—its angles set true, its bearings aligned. With this new tool, the seeker sets forth to achieve what once seemed daunting: a standard brilliant cut, not on a test piece, but on a 5mm stone destined for the light.

And what a revelation it has been.

Where once each facet was guided by feel and instinct, now the process is clear and repeatable.
The seeker speaks:

“I set the angle. I set the rotation. And I grind the stone until it meets the mechanical backstop.”

The wisdom comes with experience: the arm is not without flaw—it carries a trace of slop, that slight mechanical give. But the seeker, now attuned to the machine’s nature, compensates. This is not guesswork. This is measured mastery.

The stone, currently 5.2mm in width, already bears the marks of brilliance. The preshaping is nearly complete—just one final round of lower facets remains before the polishing rites can begin.

The shape is emerging. The light is finding its voice.
The standard brilliant, ancient in tradition, now comes to life in the hands of the modern maker.