A dream that I had while in Nairobi in January as I laid down I was immediately in the flow. I saw the universe as a giant river that is flowing to an even larger ocean and everything, and I truly mean everything, was in it. And all was just flowing to the great ocean. I could see and feel many things, yet was powerless to “do” anything. I saw many friends, family members, so many animals. Sometimes someone would call out to me for assistance, yet I was unable to go to them. I was unable to really move except just to go just with the flow. Many were…

The last dream I had before leaving for Kenya to participate in the yearly prayer vigil that circumambulates around Mount Kenya, was I had arrived late to the vigil and was walking up behind everyone that had gathered and as I approached them they parted allowing me to walk through the center of the crowd and when I was finally up in the front I rose thirty or so feet into the air and was continuously struck by Light Lightning. As the Light flowed through my body it eventually left through my hands and feet and arced into the heads of everyone gathered and flowed through their bodies and into…

In another dream where I was walking around Mount Kenya and stopping to do prayers and when I finished with a prayer of awakening for all of humanity the ground again erupted with an earthquake and the earth split open and lava began pouring out from the mountain. It was not like normal lava, colored differently, although still very orange/red and it was cool to the touch so you could easily put your hand into it and hold the lava. What was extraordinary was the lava flow was filled with diamonds the size of a baseball or your hand. There were so many of them I put a dozen of…

After knowing that I was being called to Kenya to attend the yearly prayer vigil that circumambulates around the mountain I began to have dreams of doing so. In the first dream I was walking around the mountain and stopped to do one of the seven prayers and as I prayed the mountain rumbled with an earthquake and all around me it split open and an inconceivably bright light burst forth from multiple locations, almost like lightning, yet contrary to the image here, there was no lava, just the mountain opening up revealing the light within it.

Before going to Kenya I had a dream that I was again at my friend Vincent Kituku’s school, Caring Hearts High School, outside of Nairobi and was being introduced to and greeting all of the children there. As I was introduced and spoke with them, we shook hands and spoke for a minute or so and one of the girls who was maybe 7 years old bowed instead of shaking my hand and said “My king, you have returned”. This led to all of us sitting in a circle and each one of the children speaking about what a king or a queen meant to each of them, what it…

Continuing with dreams of being called to Africa, some dreams that I have are for me, and some are for the collective, and this one was for me. I dreamed that I was walking through a very lush forest that I now know is on the Southeast side of Mount Kenya. I was walking with my friend, whom I spoke of yesterday, a mature male lion, and we were just enjoying being in the forest, feeling the vibrancy of the rhythm of the flow of life. Eventually, we came to a very large clearing and walked into it just a little way, and my friend sat down and roared so…

The day after being asked to come to Africa in dreams Theresa Luttenegger called me and asked me if I was being called to go and of course, I laughed and told her of the dream and she then told me that both she and Beth W. Kuria had also been called. I said I was all in yet at the time did not have the funds for the plane ticket and the next day another friend, David Hall called and had gotten the message that I needed to be there and he and his wife Diane purchased a plane ticket for me. That night in dreams I was riding…

For most of 2018, Africa was omnipresent in my consciousness. Reading, studying, researching, dreams, visions, etc. The first dream that I had about going to Africa I was in Kenya with my dear friend Vincent Kituku, who is from Kenya now living in the US and we were at his school for orphan girls outside of Nairobi and were sitting and enjoying the sunset when three Elder African Kings appeared and I immediately burst into tears because I recognized them, and hugged them. One of them stiffened when I hugged him and said “We’re Kings, we don’t hug”, and of course I laughed and said I was a king also…