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Diana - This is Diana

Transcribed and typed by Diana (or ‘Princess Diana') through the interdimensio­nal portal

Date : 04/10/2007

My last few months/weeks of my life were what I would refer to as ‘The Rough Ride to an inevitable Death'. As though I was preparing myself to die – everything of me, my life culminated to its peak – to its end – it was enough.

My life on earth was a struggle – an immense struggle – with much inner conflict and emotional fury – with no-one to communicate intimately of what I had become and what I had experienced – no-one to trust – no-one – I was alone. I was alone…

My life seemed empty, meaningless – a smile had become but an obliged gesture – experiencing myself as having be responsible for so many who ‘looked up' to me. This is not what I had intended: With great power comes great responsibility…

Me: Lost within the responsibilities of a name which had become a burden I was forced to carry.

I much longed for the days where I was young, vibrant and spontaneous – with not a care in the world – only me enjoying me, Oh the splendours of childhood…

What happens to such experiences – to such days that are seemingly filled with unlimited bliss, smiling of the laughter that exist within self – for no reason but for the experience of self. Where everything seems perfectly in order – walking in trust and freedom in every moment…

I find that it is innocence that is lost, that we lose and fall into the deep slumber of the beast, the darkness that has become this world, lost within the darkness that has become ourselves searching for the light, ourselves, our innocence…

Not even at death was I left in peace – many was eager to finally ‘face to face' see and speak with ‘Princess Diana'.

I was tired – I was so tired…

I suppose I represented that which many ‘long for' within themselves which they hadn't accepted within themselves. I find it strange that many place so much focused attention to one of this world…

My life had started off as a seeming dream come true – transformed into the nightmare from which I could not wake – I lost myself somewhere – I do not know where and I do not know how. I allowed myself to be swallowed in the ocean of the madness that has become me – within me I was lost – I could not remember me – I could not be me.

And thus the search for love – in relationship – this happens when you ‘lose' yourself – then all else seemingly exists in love – in relationship. A relationship which lead to my death.

I do not have much to say – I am a simple being – though I would ask of you to consider that on earth I was a human being – the same as any other.

It is strange that the name ‘Princess Diana' lives on – though the being is forgotten…

I much enjoyed typing here – strange though it is – here is a glimpse of me – of who I was. I am grateful for where I am now – here I am me – here I am equal and one with all – and am treated as equal and one with all.

Death was necessary – I strained many from their own individual necessary realizations and processes.

Diana is but a name – not who I am.

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