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A Sensual Journey into Personal Alchemy... By Diana Rose
An Ancient Ceremony of Love for Those Who Want to Love in Honoring Partnership...
Selected Testimonials “…this amazing and wondrous book, The Gift, by Diana Rose... The Gift could well be as revolutionary as it seems. I have no way of knowing, but it’s got a better chance than American Foreign Policy..." "...The Gift offers its readers and the world a healing that is almost impossible to describe in words... "...a highly readable and practical guide into an ecstatic realm of sexual intimacy between loving couples. " "...Before I read even the first page of The Gift, Mary Magdalene came through to me, pulsating ever increasing waves of love until I was shaking all over..." A. Manering, Intuitive Counselor "...I would love for The Gift to be in the hands of all young parents -- or any couple who want to become parents. .. The Gift speaks of the state of mind, the state of heart for conception." "Diana Rose has brought forth a book that has the potential to spark a revolution. To balance the energy of sexuality in our culture will only make a global change we desperately need." -- Sara Pelfrey, Owner, SoulFood Books "Sparking a Revolution. embodying the sacredness of sexuality, empowering partners to be in a loving and balanced relationship. This is The Gift by Diana Rose. Discover the alchemy of The Gift at Soul Food Books & Cafe in Redmond WA, or visit dianarosethegift.com. My name is Sara Pelfrey, owner of Soul Food Books & Cafe, and I invite you to join the revolution..." Send Commentaries or request to be added to the Diana Rose E-mail Newsletter: ____________________ Privacy Policy: "Love him as you have never loved him before..." The Gift II _
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Sept. 11, 2008 "Becoming Diana ..." 9-11-08. "Becoming Diana"...This piece of 8-20-08 was partially transcribed, then for reasons unknown to me, I was moved to hold it to the side, let it ferment and stew to the end -- and on this date. 9/11/2008, I was suddenly struck that Today was the day. 9/11/08 -- A day when I was also to be in Greece at Delphi with a loving group of Oracles, but I could not be there. But I am there somewhere. And that thought was when I realized that this is the time for "Becoming Diana" -- A wrenching recognition from a far off place...that we are, as a people, as beings of a sacred planet called Earth, becoming something unrecognizable -- and cannot hold the words of it back any longer, as we are, each one,...Becoming Diana. In all her beauty... :) __________________________________________ August 20, 2008 "Becoming Diana..." There are many experiences which profoundly affect you. And then there are experiences which profoundly change you at the core, ready or not. And when I write these web logs, I am writing of that experience, even while I am still in it; I am in a different place, a different field.
I cannot, might not ever be able to describe what happened to me when The Gift entered me -- my heart, my body, my soul, my mind, aligned. It was as if I entered my body for the first time, the fuller I, the I that does not dare to be… But I was so full of it, this heart of “I” coming into my body and waking it up for the first time that I really didn’t have words for it. The Gift spewed out -- literally -- as the book and its so deeply loving touch entered me, opened me. I couldn’t help its spew. And it began to change me as it came through me, a kind of sweeping celestial sensuality, a celestial intercourse of energy in the most literal sense, almost impossible to understand. I knew that I was becoming a different form in that moment. I knew it, but could not stop it. And did not want to stop it. I wanted to become it, to know its words, its heart inside of me -- not outside, not something to analyze, but something inside, something to live, to breathe, to feel, to say... And so I write this, and even now, a little more each day, I am becoming Diana. And I am not alone… That woman of power and beloved nurturing that resides in us was always stirring, her words rising in my mouth… But I would not let them through for fear they would change me, her touch trying to burst out of my fingertips and my belly, my deepest sexuality. But I would not let it; it was such a powerful, overwhelming sensuality in its unknown loving that I was afraid of its rising in me. That Diana. That Goddess in us, in all of us, even in men, that Diana of the Earth who simmers with the lava of the Earth’s heat and grows with the fulfillment of the Earth’s body, that waits to form her and nurture her offspring with true love. It is in all of us that love, for which there is no name, rising in our throats so desperate to get out now and scream its truth and joy. Can you hold it in? I cannot. I cannot. I cannot any longer hold it in, that Diana. That touch of the field and the huntress of the lost heart, hunting them down to open them. She speaks. She touches. She aches along with the lost hearts, the broken hearts,
Longing for each other’s beats, longing for the center of the Earth, the Mother, the Sun in her heart, the waters in her bosom to nurture us. I am becoming that Diana… Her heart coming into me. You are becoming that Diana. And when you feel your heart in your mouth and want to speak the unspeakable, to say impossible, truthful words to each other, to know her love every one, to know her love in you…so that you are so full of it that there is no empty place left in you, then that is the fullness of the Earth Goddess, Diana, the life in the waters filling up heart and body in man and woman drawing us together at last, without fear, without curse, without judgment, with full bodies and fuller hearts running into each other until we are whole and good in the innocence that was always there waiting to be loved …Waiting in the garden of the heart to eat and love life with the heart, with the bodies of the Earth until we become Her as one, and with full knowledge that we are Her children, the children of the heart of the Earth Mother, our bodies as full of Her wonder as any sunset or glowing ocean waters, our body waters, too, teaming with life. We are not born on Earth. We are Earth and as a child of the Sun, flung from her power, whole and proud. We are her as much as any rock or tree or river; we flow from her in all of our sense, to deny her in us is futile…for she is going to erupt through us anyway, when we cannot hold our hearts and our waters and our words inside. She spews out of us – tears and births and seed –
Do we think she does not shine? We have sat on the Moon and watched her shine, bathed in Sunlight; to the Moon, a Blue Earth is her heaven. This is the Earth in our hearts, this shining beautiful thing that others can see from everywhere. We cannot keep her out. We are full of her plants and animals, birds, fish, the sisters and brothers of her every thought, of every family of being in her, who give us health and life and nourish us – oh, we are her, alright, that Earth. And in that Mother, that Goddess of life, we throb together. And you cannot separate us no matter how hard you try. We are Earth, Mother, Father, Child, every man and woman of us, as much her body as all her other bodies swarming in the most sensual and loving, fertile, forgiving compost of stellar life forms, blossoming in every color, we bloom in her, we are her petals and lips and tongues, tongues which caress her words and kisses – and there we find each other, find each other’s hearts; in them we find her heart. Oh, I cannot keep it in, this Diana… She is going to come out of me and reach for you, for your heart. She is going to come out of you and reach for me, for my heart. I cannot stop it. You cannot stop it. The truth is on the tip of my tongue now. And when I speak, I know I speak the words of man. Do I not speak your words? Are you not in me, too? Are we not in each other, each one? These thousands of years of human hearts that began as one, as the first two who kissed each other and touched each other’s hands…? Did they not intend to become us one day? Were we not there in some misty future when first they kissed? And when we kiss, who will we become thousands of years from now, what being will we live in through every birth of human kind in love with human kind? She rises in me. And now I know the words. And I feel what I could not feel before. And so I can speak in her words because I am so full in her woods, by her ocean, looking at her mountains and into the eyes of her tiny offspring who live with me here in these woods of life. Is not the tree of Life beside me...? Always...? I cannot shut up. I cannot shut this up in me, this Diana. This Earth, this Mother. And one day, I will say, “Diana rose in me. Diana rose…” It is happening everywhere to everyone. As we are loving the Earth now, again and again. And now feeling her alive in you, the Giver of The Gift, reach out and touch him, reach out and kiss his mouth as you have not kissed him before, for you did not know him with her in your heart and belief in the beauty of his of soul lying beside you, wanting to be loved as he has never been loved – oh, but once he was, when he was a very small boy, he felt the true touch of her, the true touch of Earth, he felt his true body. Let him feel it once again in your kiss, your words, your finger tips that search out his beauty and hold it up where he can see it again, that heart he hides in shame. Hold him in you, as she holds us, forgiving and loving until Life pops out in surprise. This is the time of loving him and the Earth within him, for is he not the Earth, too? When you love him, are you not loving the Earth? What part of him is not the Earth? Find his heart in honor, listen for his honor of you and nurture and fertilize it with your soul’s mission. For you came here to love him. You came here to love him. You came here to love him. He cannot resist you much longer. And when you have loved him, love him again, he is in such sore need of it, and soon he will begin to speak again His own truth. And honor. This man of Earth. Love him as you would be loved and watch his eyes open like the Sun. He waits, ready for something he does not know is coming. But when you touch him, with it full in your heart, he will know it. He will know it. And you will hold him again for he has not been held in so long a time. And you will swaddle him and care for him until he can surrender to that care he misses, oh, so much; in it, the secret knowledge of Earth and her trillions of births, all stored in here, in her heart, in your heart, in his heart; this is her true fertility, the love in these births, these many eons of births… You cannot stop it in her; and you cannot stop it in you. Her heart is rising in you. Her words, let them out, woman and man; her touch, let it come, woman and man. These are the words I speak now, closer to the surface than ever before. And as I become them and know this part, who will I become? Who will we become? I write as one new to writing. These are the words I write now, the words of Diana Rose. And I long for the words you will write now...
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