You call them precious stones, for they stand out from the others, perhaps for their beauty and their rare nature. Other stones are to be found anywhere and everywhere, so you pay them no heed. “Precious”. It means dear to you … cherished and valued. Oh, if you could only see each other the way we in the heavens see you, you would know that each of you is a gem. You each sparkle in your unique ways, and yet there is nothing you can do or say to make any of you any more or less precious to us. We see you as you truly are: emanations of the one Light, strung together in strands of gossamer threads that cannot be broken. There is no comparison with beauty such as this.
You are so very loved.