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Strangely enough, I've always thought it was enough to let my spiritual being absorb and remember the dreams, and not my physical. And then living by the notion...Angels whisper, Satan shouts and listening to the shouts.

As so many of my close friends and family know, I am going through a very tough and emotional time with a custody battle of my sons. It's something that I've put off for many years living on hope and not trusting faith.

I've often felt that it was easier to just hope and pray things would get better, instead of trusting faith and doing what's best for them.

I made a decision to move forward and go for custody. Ever since I had my childen I always wanted to give them a life I never had, and a wonderful environment to grow up in. And then I was hit with the reality that life is not easy and not fair, and sometimes you have to trust faith and give them love.

I realize from my own life with my grandmother that love always pads the fall of life's rough edges. I do a lot of spiritual work for other. I dedicate my life to helping others and to awaken their spiritual life and beliefs.

During this time in my life I can honestly say I've actually had to leave it all in God's hands and it's one of the hardest things I've ever done and I had to completely depend on faith and love. In this time of worry and heartache, I've prayed, depended on my guides and looked for answers. Those who hear me speak and listen to our shows, you often hear me talk about signs and how not to ignore them.

Well, I have ignored all the signs to me, which led me to the dream.

This is all part of God's plan. That through it all, I will be a better man and a better father...this is the best things for my children.

I went to sleep last night deep in prayer as I have these past several months, and the past three nights I've prayed for a distinct sign that I could not ignore...and boy did I get it.

As I drifted off in sleep and prayer, I was awakened in my sleep, by a familiar voice that I could not recognize that asked me to come along. I could not see this person I could only hear them. I could feel a firm hand upon my back the entire time.

When I opened my eyes I was in a place that dreams are made.

I walked through a door and was in an office. I was told in my mind to enjoy this moment, it was a blessing from God. That I would see my children grown. The office was busy with the every day hustle of an office, coming down the hallway was a young man in his 30's with a notepad in his hand and a pride in his walk only a father would know.

You could tell that his drive in life was something that reminds him of himself. He was greeted with a firm handshake and a quick smile that said "let's get this over with so I can get back to work," and looking eye to eye, an introduction as "Hello, I am Tyrus Sellers." Then there was a quick hard pat on my back from the person I could see, and a voice told me "see everyone was wrong, he goes by 'Tyrus' not Ty."

I cannot tell you the job he was doing or the work, but I can tell you that was something that is related to the work I've done and do. As he small talked very briefly, and very much like I do, the door came open.

The door came open widely with a rush of energy that was familiar, only a father would know, before I could be introduced this large hulking of a person walked up to me with a giant smile and a massive handshake that says "I'm Rowdy." Not professional, but like he was greeting a long-lost friend.

He was dressed very casual and the people around in the office area, all smiled when he walked in. The level of professinalist dropped to a happy work environment and that's when I got the feeling that they worked together.

He talked, rambled, laughed and Tyrus said "Let us get back to work. It's a pleasure..." with a quick smile and a nod, then Rowdy with another firm handshake and a bright shining smile. They both gave me the energy and the feel of a loving, prideful harmonizing energy that I prayed for when they were just a thought.

There was another hard pat on the back and a voice saying we must go. We walked out the door as the hand stayed firmly on my back. As we exited, I was in a cool desert scene. The door opened quickly and Rowdy walked out and gave me a big hug as if he knew who I was.

He gave me a quick smile and a nod and went back inside. When the door shut, another hard pat on my back knocked the wind out of my dream state. When I woke up there were two familiar faces, one of my grandmother in a blue dress. As I've only seen in pictures, not as I remember her. She gave me a fist and nothing else, as she often did in life telling me to fight. AS i looked to the left, there was an old familiar friend/foe - we've yet decided - which we've named Jack. He gave me a tip of the hat. Hand on my back moving me forwarded. I woke to morning.

I've felt as if I've had my signs. I've felt as if I've had one of the greatest blessings anyone can have, knowing that no matter what happens...these boys will be fine. Have faith. Fight the good fight of faith and go forward on my journey, letting God continue to working in our lives.

I took a walk this morning around the park and the ponds, it came to me who the person was. It was someone who always loved me unconditionally, a strong force in our family before he passed, who very much reminds me of Rowdy...my grandfather.

So I've learned so many times what I speak, that your loved ones are only a thought away and with you, that I should trust God, fight the good fight of faith...and know when this is over that I'll be a better man, better father, better husband...and better person to give back and help others.

I wanted to share this with everyone who follows us and the work we do.

And as always with great love and respect,

Shawn.