Tiffany Dreams Never Die

[Yolette Langevin]

Iwish I could say that I always realized this, but the truth is that I find that I am constantly re-learning this lesson in more and more profound ways. I applaud you for realizing that Adam is here for something bigger than you may have originally thought. Clearly he is a blessing not only to your family but to the world.

I have walked the African soil all of my life. I have encountered visions and dreams for this wonderful place. I have longed for change in this wonderful country and have been blessed to see the change happening.

Then the shadows began to fall, the earth people lost their worth and began to grow rich. The riches they had so longed for brought with them the loss of their souls. Greed and power took over and we began our downward spiral.

I have dreamed of an Africa of peace, where mankind can live side by side assisting one another. I have dreamed of a land where animals where kept safe and allowed to live out their lives in the beauty of the surrounds.

I have seen rainbows, sunrises and sunsets which leave one breathless. I have been in the wilderness in the dark of the night and looked up at the heavens and been amazed at the night sky. The heavens are awash with lights, grouped together and those apart. I have been in the wilderness when the moon has been full it was as if someone had switched on the heavenly floodliths.

There is great poverty and injustice in Africa and it will get worse as we move more and more into development of land. Development does not bring wealth it takes away the natural wealth of the people.

I am so grateful that you are blogging Martha!

Actually I am thrilled for I have followed your wonderful work since I became a coach in 2004 and never fail to be uplifted and inspired. I know in my heart that one day we will meet. It is our destiny for we are both on The Way.

I would also like to respond to James if I may be so bold, for I must be your other hand. Although I live in beautiful Vancouver Canada and lived a charmed childhood I too am moved to tears by beauty, music, works of art and the sound of the human voice performing Opera. I too also enjoy Jimmy Hendrix and can tell you where I was when I heard that he had died. I too read prolifically ( I call myself a readaholic!) and I too am constantly learning something new. And, believe it or not, I too am 58 years young. I do know however, what it is you need to be doing and that is nothing less than filling your heart with love and gratitude. I know you and all the others on the Team will be deeply moved by the work of Masaru Emoto. That is my gift of sharing to you all today.

Kissez

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Again with the chills all along my body and the tears watching the STAR Africa video over and over. Wow. Up until now, most people have thought my family and I are quite strange to have made a clear, intentional choice to live as close as possible to the WILD areas in the Pacific Northwest.

I mean, what on Earth are we doing with two small children, living with bear, lynx, cougar and elk in our backyard? They seem to think we have given up civilization, when in fact, we are embracing the energy of wholeness that wells up and overflows for anyone with eyes to see and ears to hear.

Case in point: I knew at least 12 years before I had my first child that she would be a girl, and that her name was Amara. When I was pregnant with her, living in a major metropolitan area, I tuned in and asked if she had any messages for me.

Sometimes, I need to remember that this is part of the process, and there are things to learn here, too, while caring for my little children, even if it seems to take me out of my path. Me and my toddlers? We seem to be going at different speeds, on different paths, and trying to sync it all gets overwhelming.

Flash foward. One year later, I am diagnosed with a rare plancental site tumor that is speading throughout my uterus. It grows too slowly to be fought effectively with chemo or radiation. If it spreads beyond the uterus it will go straight to my most vital organs. So I have a hysterectomy. And I think, no Eva Grace.

Flash forward one more time. I read your post, Sheila. I am amazed at your dream. I write this post. And I shed a few tears. I have no idea what it all means, but I feel blessed by your sharing and I hope you, in turn, are blessed by mine.

I have just finished reading your book about Adam. It is wonderful. I have recently sadly lost my daughter toward the end of my pregnancy in January this year and some of the experiences you wrote about so beautifully have really helped me to see my loss in a different way and try to find the gifts my little girl April brought to our lives.

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