Facets of a Diamond – Blog

  • February 20, 2020

    As I am danced by the spirit of the music playing,

  • February 18, 2020

    Dr. Diamond has composed a large number of special therapeutic songs which he calls lilts. Like his original artwork and photography, his lilts are created with the specific intention of raising the Life Energy of the performer and his audience.
     

  • February 13, 2020

    Whatever one does affects everyone else, and whatever is done to one affects everyone else.

  • February 9, 2020

    How much
    do you feel
    your other
    is feeling?

    They were only together a short time when she became pregnant. Here they are six years later with a boy of whom they are both so proud – and very deservedly so.

    However two years after his birth they separated and only recently have returned. Both with recriminations.

  • February 4, 2020

    Dr. Diamond has composed a large number of special therapeutic songs which he calls lilts. Like his original artwork and photography, his lilts are created with the specific intention of raising the Life Energy of the performer and his audience.
     

    I love

  • February 2, 2020

    In my meditation this morning, this was given to me:

    It was Magical
    to be with my mother
    as she passed over.

    Magical:
    the Awareness
    of the Supernatural Power
    that ever bound us
    – and ever will.

  • January 30, 2020

    To heal is to help the sufferer establish links between the physical world that he knows and the Spirit World he has yet to Know.

  • January 28, 2020

    Medicine is seemingly no laughing matter. Yet John Diamond, M.D., reveals a world beneath the superficial where the doctor can find true Joy, and so encourage his patients to do the same.

    See more videos by Dr Diamond on his YouTube channel.

  • January 26, 2020

    I have been watching David Attenborough’s TV program on the bowerbird. The male constructs a bower in which he carefully places very special objects to attract the female. To us, they seem so ordinary: leaves, bits of flowers, fungi, a piece of shell. And many others.

    All so precisely placed within the structure of the bower. Should a rival alter the display, on his return he immediately notices and corrects. It must be just-so: his own expression unique, individual expression of what, if it were us, we would call love.

  • January 23, 2020

    No matter
    how many pictures
    I take,
    the tree’s love
    is never diminished.

    Nature
    is ever-abundant.