NEWSLETTERS

The Spiritual Family in New York City

Commencing late June, more members of the spiritual family began to join Divine Mother Audrey in New York City. By the beginning of September, members from the Honolulu, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Maui, and New Jersey spiritual families flew to New York City to help support Divine Mother Audrey’s works there. Those who assisted were: Cheryl Asato, Barbara Chinen, John Christianson, Roberta Christianson, Sarah Christianson, DeWitt Emanuel, Casey Herrera, Scott Kanamori, Susan Kawakami, Fran Kawamura, Brent Kunimoto, Elizabeth Kunimoto, Tadashi Kunimoto, Annie Kwock, David Kwock, Todd Loomis, Robert Meagher, Sabine Mehta, Sudhir Mehta, Becky Nakamura, Lane Nakamura, Lloyd Nakamura, Jr. Lloyd Nakamura, Sr., Michael Nomura, Elaine Ogata, Edith Sakai, Bobby Tamashiro, David Tamashiro, James Tamashiro, Janet Tamashiro, and Nolan Tamashiro.

Our warmest thanks to all who went to New York City, and the many other members of the spiritual family who contributed so generously, the wonderful flowers, leis, and treats from Hawaii so we could share the spirit of aloha with people from all over the world. The spiritual family gathered each morning for meditation and held several discussions and get-togethers with Divine Mother Audrey. The spiritual family had the opportunity to be exposed to some of the world’s most fascinating people, including Mikhail Gorbachev, Queen Noor, Colin Powell, the Presidents of Nigeria, Indonesia, Costa Rica, Senegal, and many other heads of government, corporate leaders, and spiritual leaders from the Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Jewish and other religious traditions.

​The radiant presence of the spiritual family uplifted many people, as their smiles, cheerfulness, and loving hearts generously reached out to others. May all who meet us feel the love that we share, the peace that we pray for, and the praise that we have in our hearts for the One Great God! ​

Karen Harimoto’s Testimonial

Surviving A Stroke

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I was an only child and grew up lonely and troubled. My parents always seemed to be fighting, and I do not recall ever being hugged, kissed or told that I was loved. I remember when I was about four or five years old, going out into the yard, looking up at the sky and asking God, “Why am I here?” I lived in a lonely fantasy world, conversing with myself and my dolls. When my parents spoke to me, it was usually to scold me or put me down. (Read More)