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As I was sitting today, working on a few things for the site, I was over taken by gratitude for what is. I remember when all of this began a couple of years ago, and to see where it is now really humbles me beyond belief. It has been very difficult for me over the last year, as my life has changed so dramatically with the extensive traveling, but I have had a renewed vision for Namaste LOVElight.
 
Two years ago, I was deep into the corporate world. I worked for an investment firm, and made loads of money.

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He stood there for a moment in amazement, taking in all the beauty that he had witnessed. A grand feeling of recognition had come over him, like he had seen her before, known her before, and LOVED her before. He wondered ‘how could that be?’ when this was the first time his eyes had ever laid upon her. She was beautiful to him. A beauty that was completely familiar,yet he could barely make sense of this familiarity.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 He had only stumbled upon this place by accident, wandering around the lands in search of something…anything.

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She came to this place often. It was surrounded by silence,away from the chaos and the noise of her village. There was nothing more sheLOVED than to pull away from her tribe just to be. She’d been coming here sinceshe was a young girl. She stumbled upon it one afternoon, by chance some wouldsay, but she knew better. This place served a purpose. It became her refuge.She’d stay here for many moments, losing track of all sense of time, justenjoying her freedom. There was no one she ever shared this with, not becausethey were unworthy, but because here she could simply breathe.
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