Dedicated to Nicolas Leslie, (our boy with rocks - the hope diamond!). Happy 27th birthday Nick! 

The story of the boy with rocks

I woke from my sleep and I became aware that the spirit world were present, watching me. Their loving gaze must have touched my soul and I awoke from my sleep.

The leader of my spirit team said, we have come to tell you a story and he chuckled. I laughed and said, "What like a bedtime story? Aren't I a bit big for bedtime stories. No, he said, you are never too big for bedtime stories or to find that inner child inside of you and to touch that child again." He said. "This story will bring comfort to you, guidance to you, support you and keep you safe. I have written it for you because I love you so. Let me share my latest creation with you."

So I smiled. "Ok, then, what story are you going to tell me?" and the leader of the group replied, "The story is called the boy with rocks" and enthusiastically, I laughed, I do have a rather large collection of beautiful rocks both here and in the spirit world, are they what inspired you? Ok, then" but then I chuckled, "I think I know that story. Is that the one where the morale of the story is, don't throw stones at glass houses, they might smash?" and the spirit world laughed. "No, it's not that story. We are very careful with our belongings and we tend not to break things, keeping them safe, from harm. Our story is much more unique, created by us, better crafted, we would never regurgitate other people's stuff and rework it as our own. We are much more original, unique and creative than that." and he laughed, a fatherly smile.

Oh, ok, then. I guess I better hear this here great story then. I am ready. Please begin.

I was still laughing, when a woman's voice was heard and I smiled, "Lets tuck you up, then, we will begin." There was laughter now in the spirit world and I couldn't help but smile at how infectious it was. I felt child like, cocooned in their sense of humour and their love. "I will sit with you a while." said the lovely woman, with a beautiful smile. I felt the loving comfort of a maternal soul and it felt like bliss. So warm, so comforting, so light, like a gossamer blanket wrapped around my shoulders and arms. My heart beamed light, in reaction to her touch. "Aren't you forgetting the hot chocolate I said?" and I cheekily started to laugh. A little smile was beamed back at me. I realised then, that her time was precious and I was getting no hot chocolate then!! She sat quietly smiling at me, waiting for the master storyteller to begin.

The story of the boys with rocks - said my guide.

A boy had a handful of rocks that he had collected. At one time, all held equal value. He had discovered each one with joy and every time he collected a rock he would smile. Another beautiful rock for my collection he said. He played with the rocks and the rocks gave him and his friends great joy. After playing with the rocks for a while, the rocks value wore off. He took the pretty rocks and he put them on the shelf for all to see and the other ones, he put away in a draw, taking them out on the rare occasions when he thought he needed them or they could be of use to him. The odd one or two would get dropped or exchanged. They were not beautiful enough to display or keep.

The boy read and studied rocks and he discovered that some rocks were collectors items and that people would pay more money for them and to see them on display. So he started to pay more attention to these rocks. He polished them, spun them around and showed them off to all his friends. Look at these amazing rocks he said. These are my rocks. These rocks are mine. If I play with these rocks, I will do just fine. But the little boy didn't know the true value of rocks or had cared to look deeper inside of them, at what was under the surface, bubbling up.

But the spirit world had given the little boy a gift. Hidden inside a few of the mundane average rocks, were precious diamonds, waiting to be etched out, one of which had never seen the light of day before. The spirit world were so excited that they had placed such a gift, in the hands of this little boy. They were excited that he was one day going to find to his surprise, these special gems and that it would enable him to fall in love with the other rocks again. All would be equal again. All would be in harmony.

However, the boy had not taken the time to study the rocks beyond their surface value. He had not taken the time to look inside, to discover their true beauty or learnt about them to understand all their values or true value. Instead, he just took photos of himself with all the stones and he put them on the wall, for all to see. Look at me, with my beautiful stones he said. Isn't my world beautiful and lots of people around him looked at his wall and admired it, not realising that once upon a time, there were more rocks but not all were on display.

One day the little boy took out one of the discarded rocks in the draw and started to throw it around a bit, he didn't value it for what it truly was, eventually throwing it so hard on the floor that it broke, was injured and chipped a bit. He didn't know what to do with that rock and thinking it fractured, he set it aside. Just ignore it he thought. Eventually, I will discard it. The boy had not yet discovered the beauty hidden inside, only now the spirit world thought, perhaps they should offer this gift to someone else for this gratitude, might be lost on him and he could end up damaging the purity of the priceless stone inside. So they decided to move the stone. One night when the boy was sleeping, the spirit world took the stone and they moved it to another, temporary home. This time by the sea.

Rocks tend to get picked up by water and moved around a bit. A bit like rockstars, the rocks roll and roam, never really knowing, a true place to call home, so that they don't form an attachment. They just share what they have for the love of sharing and then move on and share some more, until they become one day so skilled and blended with their art, that their soul just comes into resonance with the music they create and you can't separate the music from the musician, or tell them apart anymore. This fusing of love, becomes so unique, others start to understand their magnificence and understand it more but no on can place the true value on their gift now, for it is priceless. Their voice, unique.

But all was not lost at the shoreline of life. Out in the cold, discarded by one environment, the stone now basked in the glory of another and started to reflect back the beautiful sunlight, through the crack in it's side, which begins in turn, to reveal the true diamond inside. Every day the light shone on this rock, and the rock found it's true strength, getting brighter and brighter, stronger and stronger. It sparkled more now that ever, in it's new environment, where it was cared for. It felt the love and appreciation of being seen and viewed for it's inner light, not its surface value. It starts to form into the most precious of all stones, so unique in character, so pure, crystal clear, light just sparkled off it.

A while goes by. The rock remains happy in its new environment. Until one day, after developing there, a beachcomber, who collects gem stones, comes along. He sees the stone with the crack, beaming light, as the sunlight catches it and the sparkle catches his eyes. He walks over to it, examines it and he picks it up. Wow, he says, this one is a very unusual stone. I've never seen one like this before and he decides to take the rock, which is freely given, to an expert that he knew in a far away land. He wonders what this master gemologist will make of it. The land looked a lot like India. He goes to gemologist that his soul directs him to. An expert on reflected light, the gemologist was a master, who had the skill to chip away carefully the outside stone, without causing harm to the rock underneath and to polish the precious gem within. He had a successful business and that business, he treated with the love, he showed his own home. All were happy there. All who came were welcome and felt the love and light within this place.

But to the surprise of the innocent beachcomber, when he presented the master gemologist with his find, the stone, the master said, I cannot buy this stone from you, because this stone is more valuable than any I own. I do not have the money, to buy this stone from you. But the beachcomber, who loved the stone and knew of it's true value to him said, I do not need you to buy the stone from me, I will loan it to you, for safekeeping. All I need you to do, is to look after it for me, love it for me, polish it, until the time is right, that I put it on display for all to admire. I do not have the skill to reveal the beauty of the stone inside but I know you do. I will loan it to you and we will do an exchange. I know that you will cherish this stone, nurture it for me, love it, until it can be loved no more and because you have a pure heart, when you are ready to give it back to me, you will but when you do, I will not steal it away from you, I know that the light from that stone, will have changed and affected you, and all the things around you. That it will have shone it's light on all the things that surround you, changed you and changed your light, so that all will come to understand the value of that rock and it's inner light, because of the work you have done to reveal it and understand the beauty of it. It is a very priceless stone. I know also that the rock will be safe with you and treated well, for you already have the knowledge of such stones and have always wanted for a stone like no other, a stone you could call your own, one with unique qualities. So the spirit world will be happy to give you this gift, because they know you will be grateful for it and it will fulfil your dreams. You will shine that rock and polish it, in a way that I cannot. You will understand it in a way, I cannot yet perceive but when I come to collect it, the rougher edges, that remain of the outside stone will be gone. The stone will be pure and in it's purest state. That stone, will then shine it's light even brighter and across all the world, that the whole world will want to gaze upon that light and that moment, the journey and accomplishment of that soul, that will be the moment of joy, that fulfils my dream, for I have always wanted to help a soul, reach it's full potential and dreams.

The little boy whose rock it once was, was oblivious to the plight of his discarded rock. He did not understand the value of priceless things, only one day a movie was made about the story of that rock. Thousands flocked to see it, to buy it's book, to cast an eye at that rock. Only now revered by many, could the boy see, what he once discarded and how precious it was. He had thought it common and so easy to replace. But perhaps his gift was not wasted either on the spirit world. For had he cherished and loved that stone more, it would not have been moved or journeyed on, to fulfil the true potential of it's soul.

Sometimes things move, so that others can learn from their mistakes and for some rocks to understand and find their true value. Sometimes spirit, need to place things, into the light, where they can be truly seen. Sometimes, we do not see the value in the things that are placed all around us. Cherish the things you have and worry not about what you do have. Let go of desire and replace that desire with love, gratitude and purpose.

Be grateful for what you have, because when it's gone, you will miss it, like something so precious, that it will feel like you have lost the star of India or the the Cullinan diamond, the deepest blue hope diamond ever found or discovered but remember, some gem stones, have still yet to be discovered. They lay hidden from view, for quite some time, until the time is right, that they get revealed. You can always spend more time, learning about crystals and rocks. There is a lot there, to inspire. Spirit will always place the most precious gems, in learned hands.

Never be frightened of the moves spirit make, to keep you safe. You are all loved and all precious. The morale of the story, is that sometimes, the most precious of gems, are right in front of your noses, but spirit, hasn't revealed their true value yet. Look after all, treat people equally and then when the discovery comes, you won't have lost anything, you will get an invite to the most spectacular of wrap parties. That's the beauty of being a friend of spirit. All are invited and the universe leaves no one out.

And with that my guide said good night, telling me that he had completed this chapter of the story of the boy, with rocks and that he would come back to read me another chapter, in time.

"Good night sweetheart. We love you lots. Sweet dreams." and with that, I fell into a deep meditative sleep, dreaming of precious rocks and waking up, realising the true value of the things right in front of me. I had collected a lot of lovely rocks from a Yorkshire beach. The question is, which one has the diamond inside. Mmm, lets see, I think I might know....!

Always love the mother energy, for the divine feminine is a cute lady, who is never wrong and understands everything, loves you regardless of what you do, on lots of different levels. She sits with you a while, while your father reads you bedtimes stories sometimes but every day she teaches you to be grateful for the love, she gives you and what you have got.

Sweet dreams this week....it was a bit of a long story and I know there is much more to come.

Love to you, my friends. Sweet dreams.

Love

Kat x

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