Dr. Diamond sees meditation not just as an isolated activity, but as a way of going through the whole of life. Its basic purpose is to help us find our mother's love for us. This brilliantly original and inspirational talk offers an excellent introduction to Diamond's higher philosophy.
Crystals are Made to resonate. I remember, for instance, crystal radio sets, and the ship-to-ship radio transmitter on my father’s boat, Hourglass, into which specific crystals were inserted for the designated frequency.
Exploring the concept of romanticism, Dr. Diamond examines its usage in literature, art, and most of all music, and from this distills its essential qualities.
When they perform fractal analysis of Jackson Pollock's paintings, a remarkable discovery is made. Lo and behold! The paint drippings and tossings are not random. (No more than were the Chinese paint flingings over a millennium ago.) There is an underlying order and purpose. A plan.
With Thursday being Thanksgiving Day in the US, and exactly seven months since Dr. Diamond's passing, his beloved wife, Susan, has recorded this inspirational message for all students, friends, and admirers of Dr. Diamond's work.
Dr. Diamond’s poetry contains some of his most profound and personal statements. Teeming with insight, wisdom, and compassion, and infused with a deep spirituality, each of the poems on these recordings is a gem, written with the specific intention of raising the Life Energy of the listener.
In 1940 Stravinsky delivered the Charles Eliot Norton series of lectures at Harvard University. They were entitled “The Poetics of Music.” I feel certain that whoever came up with the title was not a musician. For it is backwards.
There are not six billion Buddha-Natures...
Dr. Diamond eloquently shares his view of human consciousness. It consists of 3 layers: the conscious; the superficial unconscious of love and and hate; and, underneath everything, the Deep Unconscious - of pure love.
To paint can mean to apply cosmetics, to falsify. "Let her paint an inch thick" - Hamlet about his mother (5.1.184) and "I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another ….. To a nunnery [brothel], go." - Hamlet to Ophelia (3.1.142)
