A Bagful of Uncut Diamonds, Hidden In My Suitcase


I’m currently reviewing some old journals in the process of creating another book manuscript. I always love to run across my records of long-forgotten dreams and my psychological and metaphysical interpretation of them. Here’s one about Wealth and the responsibility that valuable items and money thrust upon the individual. No doubt about it, the acquiring and management of wealth is a lot of hard work and responsibility. It’s certainly worth it, but it may require a change of lifestyle and habit. Here’s the dream:

“I was out somewhere in some sort of a loose group setting in a community of acquaintances, although we each shuttled around alone a lot within that setting. Actually, it was just like traveling the world with a group of semi-strangers, all of us carrying backpacks or suitcases and staying in hostels. I had gone to a bank in one of the cities and taken out the contents of my safety deposit box. Or possibly, I had inherited the contents of someone else’s safety deposit box. I remember that the woman bank teller helping me, began to suddenly let me know how poor she was and how much her family needed money, the moment she saw what I was taking out of the deposit box. It was a clear, plastic mesh sack of uncut diamonds, each about the size of a large lime. They looked like clear glass baubles, not at all like the valuable things they were purported to be. There were ten of these lime-sized, uncut diamonds and holding them in their see-through sack made me think of the many times in  a grocery store when I had carried fruit in exactly this way. Except, that no one else would ask me for one of them as this bank teller was doing in her desperation for ready cash brought on by the sight of such a poundage of diamonds.

I thought about giving her one, but I never encourage the act of begging. However, it tipped me off to the likely reaction of others, if they should learn what I was now carrying around with me. I had to cross some field, dragging my suitcase and a pile of other stuff, in the course of our travels. In the hostel dorm sleeping room, I had to leave my diamonds behind in the suitcase when I came and went. This ownership was already inconvenient, because it was necessary to remain aware of my responsibility to protect these diamonds-in-the-rough and get them where they needed to go. I wondered if, somehow, the others knew about the changed value status of my baggage and I felt vaguely sure that they did. Had the teller told them, perchance? Even so, I was extremely nonchalant with my stuff, only concealing the bag’s contents with a towel casually thrown across the top, figuring that they wouldn’t exactly suspect that I had diamonds with me. Who in the world would just happen to think of such a thing, in the middle of a group trip?

This sack of glass limes was a worrisome thing to me and I never quite got around to translating that into a mental picture of all the ease and luxury that they could, eventually, buy for me. I do remember shuffling through my mental rolladex trying to figure out who to take them to for whatever operation came next. Where does an amateur start? Who would one get to cut such valuable objects? How do you know who to trust?

Maybe all these books I’m churning out are my “glass limes,” my diamonds-in-the-rough?  My third book will go to the printer soon and then I’ll prepare the others, which are already written. Right now, only my friends and family know about them, because I can’t stop publishing long enough to do any marketing. So, they’re essentially hidden in my suitcase being dragged across the field. Maybe I’m the Diamond-Cutter and that’s what I’m doing right now???”

Update to present times: My third book was published three years ago and I’m now fretting over producing my fourth, fifth and sixth book manuscripts by compiling my many blog postings. They will be ebooks …. BLOOKS, I call them. I have also interrupted my constant travels to settle down for months at a time in Uruguay and Ecuador to, finally, attempt to pull together my various “fascinating facets” (Senior Travel and Metaphysics) into a marketable and wealth-producing single entity. That sounds a great deal like these diamonds in the rough and finally getting around to honing them into the valuable diamond collection that only I currently believe them to be. In my case, this has taken years to accomplish and then some.

About Linda J. Brown

Linda is a solo around the world traveler, having slowly explored the world's two hemispheres. A third trip around the equator has just begun, planned to last at least four years. After living for a year in the spiritual and beautiful town of Santa Fe, New Mexico, she has transferred to the beautiful and spiritual town of San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. Feeling honored that the mysterious Hurricane Patricia paid her a call during her first week; she is none-the-less, eternally-grateful that this "worst hurricane in human history" decided to leave the planet alone, after all.
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