We are all Diamonds
The summer after my shift was spent in wonder and gratitude for a world I’d never really seen before. As I cycled around Vancouver, I found myself marvelling at the abundance, variety, and greenness of my neighbourhood trees and noticing spectacular details in the plants and flowers I passed along the way. Towards the end of an unusually hot season, I popped out to my local grocery store and cycled home with a backpack full of fruit and veg. When I pulled up to a stop light, I looked down to place my foot on the curb and noticed a pink sparkle in the roadside silt. Initially thinking it was a bit of glass I dismissed it, but the light was still red and something told me to pick it up. Reaching down awkwardly, and feeling slightly foolish for still being attracted to sparkly stuff, I pinched the tiny fragment between my thumb and forefinger and nearly flung it away as a sharp bit was poking my thumb. Again, I indulged my intuition, and held on until I arrived at my tiny house and parked my bike. Upon closer inspection, it appeared I had picked up a small diamond.
Sometime in the early 1970’s, when my granny came to visit us at the house on Montgomery Street, she lost a diamond from her engagement ring. I didn’t know of her distress until I noticed my dad industriously hoovering every inch of the house and asked him what he was doing. Upon hearing the story, I followed him to the basement and watched as he emptied the vacuum bag onto the ping pong table and spread the contents in a thick layer of dust and debris. Quite literally facing the proverbially needle in a haystack, my siblings and I set to work. An hour or two later, my sister and I gave up and went back upstairs, but my brother persevered. Eventually, we all heard a triumphant shout and rushed down to see what he’d found. We have a wonderful family photo of my granny (beaming with joy in front of a table topped with silty-grey fluff) with her arm around her 8-year-old grandson who is holding up the lost diamond.
As I was inspecting the diamond I’d just found on the roadside and wondering if it was real or not, I decided it didn’t matter. It was either a sign from my granny or a much needed symbol of perseverance.
When I shifted out of 3D consciousness, I found myself strangely alone and universally unsupported. To push forward with my life’s purpose - to share a story of radical personal transformation and personify the life-saving benefits of re-connection with Source energy - despite disbelief, dismissal, and disinterest was (and is) at times exhausting. But, I will never doubt the energy of unconditional Love. I will never be deterred from sharing the message of hope. As Jane Goodall said, “Without hope, people fall into apathy and do nothing.” Jane’s message, like mine, is not one of passive optimism, but of active and determined action to create a better future, even when the challenges seem overwhelming.
And so, I will press on, knowing that each and every one of us is a diamond - a limitless soul of love and light in human form - presented with the opportunity in this lifetime to remember our divine essence. In self-actualization, we can save ourselves, save each other, and save the planet we all share.
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