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	<description>~It&#039;s about seeing the humor, humility and holy in our everyday lives.</description>
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		<title>By: Lisa Elizabeth Fox</title>
		<link>http://mammasteblog.com/2010/08/25/my-gift-of-dreaming-the-future/#comment-178</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Lisa Elizabeth Fox]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Aug 2011 04:03:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Wow Lori - what fascinating experiences.  I&#039;ve had some pretty powerful ones since 2000.  I&#039;ve always had a keen intuition, but I have learned to recognize some other senses (a pulling feeling I get) as well.  I would love to meet with you one of these days for coffee or wine.   

Yet - another Elizabeth.  :-)  a,k.a. Lisa]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow Lori &#8211; what fascinating experiences.  I&#8217;ve had some pretty powerful ones since 2000.  I&#8217;ve always had a keen intuition, but I have learned to recognize some other senses (a pulling feeling I get) as well.  I would love to meet with you one of these days for coffee or wine.   </p>
<p>Yet &#8211; another Elizabeth.  <img src='http://s0.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':-)' class='wp-smiley' />   a,k.a. Lisa</p>
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		<title>By: Sharon hedrick</title>
		<link>http://mammasteblog.com/2010/08/25/my-gift-of-dreaming-the-future/#comment-162</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sharon hedrick]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2011 20:40:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[On a tangential note, even though it probably embarrassed your lovely daughter, the VBS students sang her a happy birthday today. Thanks for sharing her with us!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>On a tangential note, even though it probably embarrassed your lovely daughter, the VBS students sang her a happy birthday today. Thanks for sharing her with us!</p>
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		<title>By: bonniefournier</title>
		<link>http://mammasteblog.com/2010/08/25/my-gift-of-dreaming-the-future/#comment-161</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2011 14:12:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Wow. What a beautiful story about Piper and your prophetic dreams. Wow. Amazing. Lots of food for thought here. Thank you for sharing and for being you.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow. What a beautiful story about Piper and your prophetic dreams. Wow. Amazing. Lots of food for thought here. Thank you for sharing and for being you.</p>
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		<title>By: mamaste mama</title>
		<link>http://mammasteblog.com/2010/08/25/my-gift-of-dreaming-the-future/#comment-107</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2011 17:29:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Oh Elizabeth (the 3rd?),
Thank you so much for sharing. I know exactly what you mean! I feel like sometimes the only way I let my pragmatic, rational defenses down are during sleep. Whatever it takes! Thanks for being brave enough to share, and humble enough to see the humor in the reactions of others! Many people responded in a personal email to me as well. It is no small act of courage to share such experiences and deal with what comes back at you with humility and humor. Bravo.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh Elizabeth (the 3rd?),<br />
Thank you so much for sharing. I know exactly what you mean! I feel like sometimes the only way I let my pragmatic, rational defenses down are during sleep. Whatever it takes! Thanks for being brave enough to share, and humble enough to see the humor in the reactions of others! Many people responded in a personal email to me as well. It is no small act of courage to share such experiences and deal with what comes back at you with humility and humor. Bravo.</p>
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		<title>By: Elizabeth Harper</title>
		<link>http://mammasteblog.com/2010/08/25/my-gift-of-dreaming-the-future/#comment-106</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Elizabeth Harper]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2011 17:21:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[At the risk of making it seem as if your comments on this post almost all come from women named Elizabeth, I feel I must leave one anyway. 

Dreams are funny things and I sometimes tell those who I know will understand that the reason I get most of my messages at night while sleeping is that I might be too scared to accept and comprehend what I think of as a knowing or awareness if I received it too often when awake. 

That said, one of my truest and most affirming moments occurred while awake in the middle of the afternoon and was validated within hours of my following a message that was almost as if someone had spoken into my right ear. 

Telling this story years ago while on a date prompted the doctor I was out with to ask quietly,
 &quot; How long have you heard voices ? &quot; This still makes me chuckle to think about as I don&#039;t see it that way at all.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>At the risk of making it seem as if your comments on this post almost all come from women named Elizabeth, I feel I must leave one anyway. </p>
<p>Dreams are funny things and I sometimes tell those who I know will understand that the reason I get most of my messages at night while sleeping is that I might be too scared to accept and comprehend what I think of as a knowing or awareness if I received it too often when awake. </p>
<p>That said, one of my truest and most affirming moments occurred while awake in the middle of the afternoon and was validated within hours of my following a message that was almost as if someone had spoken into my right ear. </p>
<p>Telling this story years ago while on a date prompted the doctor I was out with to ask quietly,<br />
 &#8221; How long have you heard voices ? &#8221; This still makes me chuckle to think about as I don&#8217;t see it that way at all.</p>
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		<title>By: Missy</title>
		<link>http://mammasteblog.com/2010/08/25/my-gift-of-dreaming-the-future/#comment-59</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Missy]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Oct 2010 17:58:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I just had a chill as I read this experience of the dream of your daughter. My prophetic moments come in &quot;hunches&quot; and intuitions, rather than dreams... Thanks for sharing!
Missy]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I just had a chill as I read this experience of the dream of your daughter. My prophetic moments come in &#8220;hunches&#8221; and intuitions, rather than dreams&#8230; Thanks for sharing!<br />
Missy</p>
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		<title>By: mamastemama</title>
		<link>http://mammasteblog.com/2010/08/25/my-gift-of-dreaming-the-future/#comment-23</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[mamastemama]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 16:02:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thank you Betty! It is always helpful to get a response from readers. Can&#039;t wait to read the book, and see the movie!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you Betty! It is always helpful to get a response from readers. Can&#8217;t wait to read the book, and see the movie!</p>
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		<title>By: betty kochaver</title>
		<link>http://mammasteblog.com/2010/08/25/my-gift-of-dreaming-the-future/#comment-22</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[betty kochaver]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 15:40:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Lori,

I really enjoy reading your writings. You are great at it.  Keep it up.  By the way, the book which I couldn&#039;t remember the name of is &quot;Touching my Father&#039;s Soul&quot; by Jamling Tenzing Norgay.  We saw &quot;Get Low&quot; last weekend and both loved it.

Betty]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lori,</p>
<p>I really enjoy reading your writings. You are great at it.  Keep it up.  By the way, the book which I couldn&#8217;t remember the name of is &#8220;Touching my Father&#8217;s Soul&#8221; by Jamling Tenzing Norgay.  We saw &#8220;Get Low&#8221; last weekend and both loved it.</p>
<p>Betty</p>
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		<title>By: Elizabeth Paulson</title>
		<link>http://mammasteblog.com/2010/08/25/my-gift-of-dreaming-the-future/#comment-20</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Elizabeth Paulson]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 01:01:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Can I pour you a glass? Please join me! The candles are lit and the wine is chilled.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Can I pour you a glass? Please join me! The candles are lit and the wine is chilled.</p>
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		<title>By: mamastemama</title>
		<link>http://mammasteblog.com/2010/08/25/my-gift-of-dreaming-the-future/#comment-19</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[mamastemama]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 00:58:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ibid. I miss you Elizabetsy. Thank you for the affirmations!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ibid. I miss you Elizabetsy. Thank you for the affirmations!</p>
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