the tears of weeping gods

~ light body ~

"You wander from room to room hunting for the diamond necklace that is already around your neck!'"
– Rumi  
Like cloudy rocks, before you’re cut and polished, blending into Earth your true presence astonished. Yes, you’ve dimmed down your light for what seems like forever, but you focused it inside to bring true story together. Deep under Earth’s surface, high temperature and pressure, a billion years building its most precious treasure. Like a volcanic vent, brought to surface by kimberlite, shimmering from all angles, this diamond fire bright.

Now made in a lab, as real as any diamond they claim, only eight months in the making, but is it really the same. Like those long weekends of fast-track healing, a lifetime of self-work in 3 nights, so appealing. But spiritual character is there to be Seen, it might be hidden away, but you can still see where it’s been. Impostor syndrome, no need for self-doubt, for your tunnel of lightstory clearly shining throughout.

Dear diamond when we first met, I transformed into light, balancing brilliance and fire with sparkle that’s white. No external blemishes nor internal inclusions, like an eternity ring reaching natural conclusions. Full passage of light, clarity inside and out, but colourless within to reflect full spectrum without. Yes, when you get out of your own way, for the light of life flowing, there’s no need to worry, for source is all knowing.

Integrate that for a moment, now tell me how do you feel? The veil of illusion and the great reveal. Those tears of weeping gods, yes for you forgot who you really are, brought down to Earth like a fallen star. Forced separation, through the pressures of life, the hardest thing here on Earth, you can’t scratch with a knife. For a real diamond it can only be cut by same thing, or infrared laser, invisible spectrum acting.

A diamond, just coal that never gave up, forever enduring love, without the breakup. Yes, the stress soon builds up in modern day living, those challenges of life that seem unforgiving. Some call them flaws, beauty marks say others, but those imperfections inside still reflect many colours.

Your commitment to life, more than a ring that can be taken off, throwing it all away from the bottom of the trough. For it's in these moments that you learn who you truly are, indestructible, yes for you've come so far.

Those who've already ascended this Earth plane, some of them lovingly support others in this journey same. And it was in a dream that I met with Serapis Bey, white light of the Mother from the fourth ray. We know each other from a long time before, temples of sacred fire, where white robes we wore. Transmitting divine frequencies to people and planet, but pure being and temple a need to inhabit.

Wave-particle duality and quantum mechanics, lessons in light from Earth's volcanics. Gentle harmonising of conflicting viewpoints, opposing forces find balance at midpoints. Yes life on Earth certainly brings friction, but oneness of heart brings benediction. So let those negative spaces now be filled with pure love, the whitest of light shining up to above.

These are my own insights, but a great beauty of life is that of perspective, so how might others respond to the spirit of Diamond, unbeknownst to this being the spirit they are receiving. How might they perceive it through their six senses. And when light passes through a diamond a halo appears, so invincible soul there’s no need for fears.
* some participant names might have been changed for pen names.
* no participants were informed that it was the spirit of Diamond we were working with until after they had all shared their experience of the Session.

Celia

Nausea before it began. Intense spasms at the beginning of the journey, and strong bodily sensations. Biographical, metaphysical, white and purple. A message from the future, wisdom from the past. My body knew instantly when it was over though due to my settings there was still music. Magic, galore.

Daisy

Preparing me for death. going deep into my heart. Powerful. Integrity. Feel very cold. Numb tingle all over. Flying high. Floating. Clown smiling. Pathways. Ready or not. Stillness. Deep Ocean. Floating down deep and very cold. Rain forest. Dusk. Birdsong. Animals in the trees connecting. Beautiful. I can hear children whispering. Tight neck, body- resistant/protective. Clown laughing. I dancing, hands above my head. I feel amazing. Free. Heart Expansion.

Maya

Streams of black tar leaving vagina, ovaries and uterus. Strong vibration coming into my pelvis. Strong pulling on the teeth in my upper Kiefer, like they would be removed by a gentle dentist. New space in my mouth, tongue not knowing where to lean on. After I passed out, can‘t remember anything Still strong ringing in both ears, still vibrating , specially the soles of my feet

Dom

Very powerful start, tingling all over body, eyes pulsing. Felt the warm embrace of spirit and the feeling of being gently carried, like a legion of ants underneath me bringing me somewhere. Suddenly cold felt like I was in water, being bathed, washed by spirit. Coldness continued then aware I was on land, lying flat looking up at fast moving clouds, a clear vision.

Maike

my cat joined the session, has been a while. soon as music started he was next to me belly up far gone. strongly feeling it working left side lower back. Drifting in and out. At one point feeling body floating. Some thoughts passing by, disappearing in a gentle pink light like from a rose quartz. Soft tender heart. A lot of love for myself, my life and the beings that are with me. Very cold inbetween. With last song lots of mild electric shocks running through. Focus on belly and left leg. As soon as music stops cat gets up and leaves. Feeling very peaceful and calm

Ailsa

Just before the session began, warmth in my back, dry mouth, an itch behind my right ear. Heat in back still present now; it’s usually where I feel the cold. Expanding opening of chest when music began, fast movement through life: holding mother’s hand as child, young woman, holding my children’s hands, then my grandchildren’s hands. Then a dragging of heels