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Shvoong Home>Books>Return of Eve....II Review

Return of Eve....II

Book Review   by:Govind     Original Authors: elmore.; Esq
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Now is the time to gather my thought's and try to put them down for posterity.
I’m not a writer, so I will have to let words flow from my fingertip’s. Untested and raw.
Try to bear with me, keep an open mind. I will try to give you a sense of where and how, this great wonderment is to be. (God, it started such a long time ago, this should bring out
the hidden memories, that I have held hidden away. Now that she has come, a new beginning.)
How this story is to unfold and what I see. Man’s hope, our future.......the stars.
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It must not have been easy for my future wife to grasp these new feelings and assimilate them into her old paradigm. But I thought she took it quite well, especially for first contact.
She has this very unique ability, to see right to the heart of the matter and see where she must go and
what must be done.

She is like a beautiful rose, coming out from under
a morning shadow, to experience the sunlight for the first time.

I sometimes wonder who choose whom. Did I choose her? Or did she choose me?

Neither, I think. Even more than twenty years ago; before her birth, I felt her coming, gathering force and coming down the time stream.

I can’t believe this is going to happen. My dream. My awakening.
She was born! I saw her spirits coalesce into an earthly form, take shape and be born. I saw as she entered the cold world, the place of her birth. The joy of her parents, the warmth of soul. My entity was there, observing, watching, waiting. I could nothing, but be patient and surround her with love.

I vacated. The power of her glow was to over-powering and I returned to my body; there I weep and cried, but with joy. For she had been born.

She was finally here and had taken form. I could feel her spirit’s growing strong.

During her growing up period, I caught sight of her with her parents and she smiled. Once I saw her
being pushed by her parents in a baby carriage, God, was she beautiful. I paused and look, trying to fathom the depths of that soul, but couldn’t. It even outshone mine. Such beauty, such incredible beauty.

Her destiny would become clearer, as time when by. She would begin to see that she was ‘special’ and ‘wonderful’, but never be able to put her finger on it.

It must have driven her nuts at times, but I could not intervene. What an awesome person she will become.
I had no choice but to wait, her spirit called. I could do no less for her greatness. All those years, I patiently waited, biding my time, going around in circles; until she was ready for contact. I knew she was the chosen one.

Much has been repressed and hidden from me, for my own protection. Now as I get older, I become more aware of my abilities; especially as I approach the time for contact. I hope I use them wisely and with care. They will be needed when I start to interact with
our children. I must teach them to use and recognize theirs.
Published: April 10, 2006   
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