The Lost Diamond

She asked me to tell her something about my life, and at that very moment, she began to relinquish control of our conversation. I started by talking about my childhood and how natural it was for me to hear voices that no one else heard. Rossy remained silent as if I were reading her a fairy tale, full of pirates and hidden treasures.

What really captivated her were my stories about the beauty of the spiritual world, the sensation of love that envelops everything, just like the air does in the physical world.

“The spiritual world is a real place; I would even say it’s more real than the world we live in now. For example, when you hear a musician play a violin, you feel like the violin’s music becomes a part of your body. In this physical world, the music comes out of the violin and must travel through the air to reach your ears. Once it’s there, your ear transmits that sound to your brain, and it affects your soul. In the spiritual world, there’s no air, so the music goes straight to your heart until you feel that it’s there, inside of you.”

“Is it really like that? Aren’t you exaggerating?” she said, opening her eyes wide.

“No, some music can even make you feel warmth, while other music might make you feel cold. Some music makes you happy, and other music makes you feel nostalgic.”

“And how do you know all this? Don’t tell me you’ve experienced these things yourself.”

“If you dedicate enough time to meditation, search for these experiences with passion, and add a high dose of curiosity, you’ll likely slowly approach the reality of the spiritual world. Although sometimes it can be a bit challenging if we’re too anchored to the pleasures of the physical world.”

By that moment, she had already abandoned the femme fatale demeanor, without losing her beauty or natural elegance. She was now willing to listen, completely captured in our conversation, surrendering like someone who buys a ticket to a theater to witness a monologue.

“Rossy, the colors are so real, so intense, so vivid. Imagine this, there are no issues affecting our vision, no reflection of light, no surrounding atmosphere. We are the colors we see, and at the same time, the colors are what we desire to see.”

“Could you have imagined all of that?”

“If you have a pure and loving heart, the flowers become happy when they see you approaching. They turn red if that’s what you desire, or they can change color based on what your heart wishes to see. If you show respect and love, the flowers move as if driven by a secret breeze; they dance gently in your presence, and an enormous feeling of love envelops you from head to toe, as if you’re under a waterfall of love. It’s almost impossible to fake feelings there; if you love, it shows, and if you don’t, it’s also evident too. If you’re happy, it’s noticeable, and you might even spread that happiness to everything around you. But if you’re sad, your sadness will transmit its energy to everything around you, and together, you’ll all enjoy that pure and normal feeling.”

“Do you think I could play the piano there?”

“Of course! Moreover, you can take lessons from the great masters of history. Imagine bringing your piano to the music conservatory where your favorite pianist is teaching; you can learn from them and even play together.”

“Really!?”

“Really, but it depends on how much you love doing it. No master will agree to spend time with you if you just want a story to tell your friends. Love is everything in the spiritual world; you can’t fake it or pretend. You either love or you don’t, and if you have love in your heart, it will show, even if your eyes are closed. True beauty lies in the purity of the heart and in embracing those you relate to with sincere love.”

It might have been the magic of the night, the charm of the mountains, the energy of the cabin, or Rossy’s captivating beauty; who knows? But both of us were experiencing mutual seduction, something unimaginable a few hours earlier when I got into her car. We were delighted in an enchanting aura of joy. The world around us had disappeared, and we could have been in that cabin or on an island or even in paradise itself, or perhaps floating above a cloud.

All the pieces of the puzzle of her heart seemed to come together when I spoke to her about what love should be like in a relationship. When I noticed that her relationship with Jorik didn’t quite resemble what I was describing, I decided to change the topic very gently. Anyway, she was already captivated by this dream of eternal love without infidelity, a love that transformed both members of the couple into halves of a unique and much more valuable being.

Around 3:00 a.m., Rossy prepared coffee for both of us and brought out a box of Swiss chocolates she had hidden for a very special occasion. She told me that it had been a very long time since she was with someone who made her feel this way, that she was having a great time, and that’s why she had a very special gift for me.

She took me by the hand and led me very sweetly to her piano. For a moment, I intensely envied her boyfriend’s good fortune, and I had to control my imagination because it was leading me down paths that didn’t belong to me.

She lit a group of candles, saying that the light helped her feel inspired. She sat up straight in front of the piano, and I settled into a chair near her. She closed her eyes, and her fingers began to dance across the keyboard, playing a beautiful melody.

While playing the piano, she whispered to me, “This is an interpretation exclusively for you. It’s my favorite melody, so I only play it on very special occasions, like now, for example. It’s called “Liebesträume,” which means “Dreams of Love.” It was composed by a romantic genius named Franz Liszt in 1850. It inspires us to fully surrender to love while we can, before it’s too late. I haven’t played it in a long time, more than five years... no, much longer. I need to be very happy to do it... And... somewhat in love.”

I couldn’t deceive myself; I was falling in love with her as well. How could I not! One minute after talking about how the beauty of the spiritual world couldn’t compare to anything in the physical world, I found myself in ecstasy listening to this beautiful melody dedicated solely to me, in an isolated cabin in the mountains, under thousands of stars and in front of a fantastical lake, illuminated by a few candles whose light was much more bewitching than me. And there I was, next to a beautiful woman thirsty for true love, talented, intelligent, young, exaggeratedly rich and above all, single.

“Rossy, out of the hundreds of beautiful moments in my life, this is the most beautiful and magical of all. Nothing I remember living through can compare to what I’m feeling by your side,” I told her in the same intimate tone she had used when speaking to me. And let’s not kid ourselves, I feared that what had started out as a visit from a witch doctor to ward off demons was about to turn into something else entirely.

She simply looked into my eyes and smiled with satisfaction, as if approving of my words. What a look...! What beautiful eyes! And her lips...