4/1/06
We gathered into a very large circle this morning. We joined hands and sent the light beam into the middle of the circle until it flowed back on us bright and powerful. Then I was surprised to see the circle rearrange itself into a cloverleaf shape while one part of the line walked into the center beneath the water fountain of light. We all followed in turn. The flow of the circle into the middle and out again was slow and blissful.
Then many of us imagined ourselves to be holding a water picture in our hands, we walked back into the center of liquid light and filled up the water pictures with light. We then left to pour it upon those souls who we love.
I understand that this water picture filled with light was symbolic; we humans need the use of symbols to feel effective. Symbol or not, the water picture kept filling up with more liquid light right after I emptied it. I remember when the angels poured liquid light into me and I would do the same for everyone on earth if I could. With enough of us trying, maybe we will one day.
4/1/06
This morning while I was taking a shower, I went to Alia’s world. She, or should I say we, were laying on the ground in grass and dirt looking over a small pond. It was very deep and black with waves lit by the light sky. A fish line led from my small hand, through the mud and grass, and into the pond. I could just see a large fish as it swam back and forth near the hook.
I suggested to Alia that maybe we should coax the fish to the hook. I felt the shock of the idea run through our body.
"Oh, no," she thought back to me, "The fish must want to get taken. It is the fish who makes the choice."
I knew she was right. We lay quietly and watched the large fish, careful not to allow our head to make a shadow over the pond. I knew instantly that this was a special place where Alia liked to come when she needed to catch an extra large fish. The town was going to have a large gathering and a super big fish would be just right for such an event.
Suddenly, the fish grabbed at the hook. Alia held on tight with her small arms to the taunt string as the fish pulled on it. At the same time that she began to pull and lift the fish from the deep water, she sent a mental song that put the fish to sleep. Even without a struggle, it wasn’t easy to pull the huge fish out of the water and slide it onto the ground. My own mind kept thinking about how many years the fish must have lived. I hoped it didn't mind ending. We didn’t think it did because it had grabbed the hook.
With a struggle, we got the fish into both arms and carried it like a baby in front for a while and then got tired and slung it over our shoulder for the short walk back.
Curious, I asked, “Why didn’t you gut and clean the fish near the pond?”
“We have a special place in back of our abode to clean fish.”
All this time that I was with Alia I was also taking a shower, a long one because I didn’t want to leave right then. I walked with Alia all the way down the street to the back of her house.
People stopped and smiled and said, “A big fish you have there. Want some help?”
The answer was always, “No.” I am sure pride glowed all over our face as we walked through the town.
We took a short cut through a copse of trees to the back of the house. We set the fish down and began to gut and scale it. The fins were sharp, but Alia was skillful and quick with the job.
This is when I left her world and finally stepped out of the shower. I wondered if I had joined Alia because I could sense her near water. Since then, I have been thinking of our relationship. It is not constant. Both of us are apart most of the time, but the relationship has great potential. She has things to share with me and I with her. Sometimes we are as one person and other times we are double or absent altogether. Could such a relationship be called symbiotic?
In the book I am writing, The Only Way, I have a similar relationship between a priest and phantom computer mind. I have just completed the rough draft and am not writing the outline, so am not ready to publish it yet. I have the opposite type of relationship in my book too, a parasitic merging of minds. A situation that is more like rape than an agreement to share.
One of the reasons I wrote the book, in fact, what drives me to write anything, is the need to put in print ideas of what I see as truth, often truths that hide from easy perception. The fiction I write is usually based on real speculation, not of random ideas, but of ideas that I am trying to work out at to its degree of truth. Through story writing, I can express my own vision for mankind, or concern about what rattles and shakes the world. Let us all hope I am wrong.
4/2/06
The reading
from the Old Testament said that God promises to step into our heart (
Jer 31:33 "But this
is the covenant which I will make with the house of Israel after those
days," declares the LORD, "I will put My law within them and on their
heart I will write it; and I will be their God, and they shall be My people.
Jer 31:34 "They
will not teach again, each man his neighbor and each man his brother, saying,
'Know the LORD,' for they will all know Me, from the least of them to the
greatest of them," declares the LORD, "for I will forgive their
iniquity, and their sin I will remember no more."
I know what this means because I have experienced it myself for fleeting moments. God will be share our thoughts, be inside our minds as a companion all times. We will not want to do anything against ourselves. The argument that all crime may be a defect caused by separation from God may actually be true. If we are joined to God in mind, dare we do anything or think anything unkind or heartless?
I have written before that I believe
Jesus knew what he was doing when he went into
Joh 12:24 "Most
positively, I say to you*, unless the grain of wheat, having fallen to the
earth, dies, it remains alone. But if it dies, it brings forth much fruit.
(ALT)
Joh 12:32 "And I,
if I am lifted up from the earth, I will draw all to Myself." (alt)
This makes his death that much more hurtful and sad. Now, we have it easy, our only job is to make sure that his death was worth what he went through.
4/3/06
He came to me the other night in strange human form. I am sure it was Jesus, though he didn't say so. I loved him immediately. Certainly, it was the same person who grabbed hold of my soul once many years ago and said, “I have found you. Let me look into your soul.”
I was laying in bed halfway between wakefulness and sleep when he entered my bedroom. This time I believe it was inside my mind even though I got the impression that he was very real. He looked movie star handsome and completely dark, but I think this was because my bedroom is dark. If he was invisible he would show through as dark or he may have wanted to show himself as a black man. Both times he visited me like this, he was in human form rather then like a spirit.
Well, this night, he said, “You gave away our secret.”
His voice was soft and smooth. There was no animosity in it. From this, I knew he wasn't angry even though his words might imply otherwise.
I said, “I know, but I did it so nicely.”
I couldn’t see him smile at my words, but I felt it. Then, as suddenly as he came, he was gone.
Since that night I have thought about his visit. It seemed so strange because he was so incredibly human. I have seen Jesus in visions of light and I have seen Jesus with my mind as we travel in the universe, but this type of visit is different. I had the feeling that if I had reached out, I could have touched his dark hand. Once, long ago, I became frightened by such a visit because it was so strange. Now I know better. I also know that Jesus can become any type of person he wants. It is our own ignorance that tends to, either put him up on a pedestal, or limit his personhood.
Well, I need to agree with Father Thomas. He said that if we set our demands too high for lent, we either fail or crow about how well we did. So far, I have failed. I was going to remember to send out the light four specific times each day. The most I have accomplished is to remember is once or twice during the day. I always send out the light in the morning before I go to work, but I get busy and forget to do it at the times I set aside. It isn’t all failure, I surprised myself one day when I suddenly sent the light out during a time of stress and need. I believe this is what Jesus would prefer, that I would reach the point that I would do it automatically whenever the need arises. I still have far to go.
4/7/06
It turns
out that the angels love the idea of a cathedral sitting in the midst of
As anyone could guess, it is not built to earth specifications. Open to the sky, it naturally includes colorful flowers, plants and grass on each side of the walkways that lead to the central alters, four of them pointing in different directions. Each alter includes beautifully carved statues and fancy grill work.
As the
angels showed me around, I walked on glowing floor tiles and admired the
feeling of closed space even thought the building was vast in proportion. When
I looked up to view the stained glass windows, as if a cathedral built of light
needed any more from windows, I noticed the depicted scenes moved as if I were looking
at a moving strip of the event instead of a still painting. Also, they zeroed
in closer as I concentrated on each one. The one that caught my notice was of
Jesus talking to his disciples. Then I looked at a scene of Jesus being led by
solders in
This was like a television showing scenes of Jesus life, and probably events that happened around every prophet in the bible. Every one of the thousands of windows had colorful scenes that began moving as soon as I looked at them.
Beyond the alters and at the far end of the cathedral is a large, living tree. It symbolizes Jesus death because Jesus died on a tree. It also symbolizes the living branch that takes us off the earth and into the universe through the sky tunnel. This tree is huge and majestic because it represents all the trees on earth. I put the flat of my hand on its side and thought I could feel its living pulse.
As I walked back through the glowing cathedral I noticed the plants and flowers of all kinds set in geometric arrangements between the long, wide isle ways. This cathedral doesn’t have rows of pews to sit in. I sat on a wooden bench that resembled a pew as I breathed in the scent of flowers and the earthiness of other growing plants. Benches were scattered around as in a park with vivid green grass set between flower beds. Stone water fountains and other works of art were set near flowers and plants. Oddly, none of the greenery detracted from the holiness of this place of worship.
It isn’t a place to stay for long periods of time, but angels constantly walk the isles and sit on the benches. They never leave any church empty, whether made of light or stone. This church seemingly made of rainbows was so vast I could hardly see the other side. Yet, each part I focused on seemed to highlight and become move vivid as if my eyes had pulled it towards me.
Truly, the angels outdid themselves in its construction. This cathedral is like a living entity the angels are willing to share with us on earth. It is a fitting place in which God can visit. A place to honor Jesus Christ who died for us. A place to sit in contemplation. A place to solve life’s mysteries. A place to walk among the angels. A place to always feel warm and welcomed. A place to expand thoughts into the sky. A place to breath in love. A place that may eventually become a drawing nexus for visitors from the stars. A beginning of new earth upon the old.
Yes, much of this seems fanciful
and imaginary, yet, I walked it with the angels. Anyone, in the right state of
mind can view this cathedral for a moment now and again. Many of us will learn
to sit beneath its splendor in contemplation, though, not, I suspect, those who
visit the MGM Grand too often. I also know something else, a secret that I was
told years ago pertaining to why so much effort is being expanded here, and
perhaps why the enemy would also try to settle here. Only now do I understand
that the reason is because
4/7/06
In a way, science took away many people’s belief in paradise and heaven. This isn’t a great loss because it was a false paradise that we misinterpreted from Jesus words. Now Jesus has given us a new, more valid interpretation of paradise. He has given us the universe or a section of it. A universe filled with a selection of worlds from which we will choose or be judged to belong. Worlds in which our soul can live in, after death or even before.
There is something that we must all understand: What Jesus did for me by sending me through the Mandela to become Alia was a profound act of God. The ability to become another person while still living is an act of precious holiness and should be seen as such. Angels are holy enough to do such a thing, but few people are. Jesus did for me what I could have never done for myself. Some exotic religious teachings have kept the knowledge of this potential ability as a deep secret used by only a few exemplary worshipers. All understood it was a precious gem of astounding worth.
All this being said, there is a reason that Jesus allowed this secret to come out at this time. The reason hinges on the fact that not only angels are using this ability, our enemy is using it too. It has gotten into the hands of unscrupulous users who trick and cheat us through its use. I won’t go into all that can be done in the wrong hands, all one needs is a good imagine to realize the consequences. How they became able to use it is beyond my knowledge, although I have guessed and maybe some hit pay dirt. Don’t know.
I do know that this presents a new promise for those who can walk the right path, at the very least, a belief in the soul after death. No longer need we fear death if we have lived a good life. My book, Traveling in Time and Space: an Encounter with Jesus, actually sets out some of the worlds we might live on next. Many were earthlike in their problems, but others ranged between paradise and hell. I didn’t know the reason why Jesus showed me these worlds at the time, it turns out, that there were many reasons. I should have known. Jesus has depths I can hardly understand, even now.
Now, I understand better about one of those worlds, New Earth. New Earth, the world Jesus teraformed just for those few earth people who qualify. It is for those who can walk the narrow path or between the eye of a needle? Also, it is instructive that all peoples and cultures are represented on its surface. Jesus always said he came to save all the people. He didn’t began a Christian religion, we did. He came to save everyone who would follow his teachings and made a new earth for those who choose to follow.
4/9/06
We sang the song, The Old Rugged Cross, today in church like we do every Easter season and I could feel tears begin to swell up as I sang along with the church. Most of us love Jesus and different moments can bring on tears, but there is something about this song that gets to me. Perhaps the song intensifies the horrible manner of his death for me. As I sing, I imagine my hand rubbing up against dark, rough, splintered wood. The splinters hurt, but not as much as the feeling of guilt that I let small pain bother me. Compare a mere splinter to what Jesus went through.
I don’t mean to imply that we shouldn’t sing this beautiful song, it is good for me to cry. I need a jolt once in a while, we all do. This is why we keep celebrating Jesus' death, to reawaken our sorrow and remind ourselves what he died for. The words from a certain prayer always hurt me too, "I can feel all my bones." I hear the echo of bones breaking in the church and I shudder from my own imagination.
4/10/06
I was talking to Alia today. She was here with me on my world. At first I wasn’t sure if I liked her being here because our world isn’t worth bragging about. Well, the world is, it’s the social systems and what we do to ourselves that makes me feel ashamed. We discussed how we can be together and separate at the same time. She told me that it is considered a great privilege on her world to have a symbiotic friend. It gives a person status. She felt proud to join with me in my old body. She told me it is like an adventure. In truth, nothing bad happens to me on a personal level. The problems our world faces happens to millions of people in various places, but everyday life can be simple and boring.
We talked as I drove home from work, stopping at lights and braking to avoid a slow truck. I thought how different this must seem to her, this complex jungle of automobiles, horns and dirty pavement. The advantage, in her case, is that she can leave if she is confronted by something frightening. I am thankful that this is so; I can’t imagine myself running into anything dangerous on her world like she might in mine. This may change because danger in the form of darkness is on its way there. I hope I can help.
4/15/06
I went to St. Hyacinth Church for the three hours that Jesus died on the cross. I don’t go to this church often even thought it is on my street. I was sorry to see that Father Skowski is still unwell. He has been unwell for years now, but continues to trudge forward. He works hard to keep the church going even though most of the Polish parishioners have moved away. I remember when he brought in a famous polish entertainer to liven up the mass once a month. It did revive the church for a while.
This area where we live used to be called Pole-town because it consisted of mostly Polish people. Now it consists of a lot of empty houses, business, and fields. I don't complain too much because I like the empty fields. They bring me the feeling that I am almost living in the country.
While I sat in church, I was reminded of the time I saw Jesus walk into the church. I watched him come in and stand (I can’t remember why he was standing in the side isle. He was a tall, light skinned man, wearing wrinkled jeans as if he were a bum off the streets, but he glowed with white light. I think that only I could see the light and perhaps this was for a specific reason. I felt such love for the man standing there, I wanted to go up and touch him. I walked as close as I could on my way out and craved to hug him. I didn't dare, after all, he was a person who had come in off the street after mass; nevertheless, his real presence created a moment I will never forget. I am sure Jesus' appearance at that time had a special significance for me. I remember writing about it my first book, the one that Jesus told be to write.
Not only write, but gather in the light and send it out to other people. Both Jesus and Mary tell me to do this because it helps people find their own light. Jesus can turn his form into one of light and he wants to share this ability with all of us. How else can we change ourselves?
Yet it isn't easy. I still find it hard sometimes to spread the light. I understand and feel the love it takes to feel the light and spread it, but at certain times, I can feel inadequate in this ability. Perhaps this is normal because Jesus keeps telling me not to worry, that I will get it. I truly hope so. The ability to spread the light, to become the light, is a valuable gift from God. It is even worth the life of poverty I have lived if that is what it took to reach this plateau of understanding and knowledge of God. We all have to find and walk our own path; I have found mine.
Lately, after I sit and get myself together in relaxation and Jesus or angels take my hands as a prelude to joining the circle of light, I stand up and walk around for the rest of my meditation. I imagine myself walking in the huge cathedral the angels built for us. This isn’t easy because I can’t walk in a long straight line in my house, but sometimes I can imagine I see the glowing stone walkway, a column made out of light, or tall marble statue standing next a bed of flowers. Then I imagine this huge cathedral standing at the center of a rolling wave of light that travels around the world. At moments like this, the angels tell me, "You are doing it." Their feedback is what keeps me going as I hope my writing will keep everyone else going.
This morning while I walked in the cathedral during meditation, I realized that the center grouping of four intricate alters is actually a Mandala. I am not sure how I came to this realization, but I know it to be true. The alters are elaborately laid out to configure a Mandala, perhaps the Kalachakra Mandala—The Wheel of Time..
This is another gift to us from Jesus and the angels. Jesus took me traveling to a place in which I walked through a Mandala and became reborn in a new body, Alia. Now he is giving to all, who travel or not, a Mandala built of light in which to become reborn if we learn how to traverse the distance to the alters.
It is not easy, but nothing great comes without effort. It took me many long, lean years to get where I am today and will take many longer years to get where I am finally going--A good reason why murder is such a bad crime, it deprives the person's soul of growth. We are born to grow, this is our gift from God and purpose.
4/17/06
I watched The Shoes of the Fisherman last night on disk. It is a good movie and I enjoyed watching every minute of it, but when it was over, Jesus said something to me that caught me by surprise.
Jesus said, "Remember that I like the church."
I had been reviewing a few of the church's strengths and the many of its failings when Jesus spoke. The movie portrayed, in vivid color, the thousands of old men wearing red cloaks who fill its ranks, minus women. The movie also illustrated the reliance the church has on wealth and power, and how ossified and stubborn it can be. Yet, through it all, the movie had weaved into it the greatness of faith it can produce in certain people. This basic something has held firm two thousand years. Naturally, this something must be Christ who keeps it renewed.
I suddenly knew what Jesus meant by his words. He has appeared to saints and priests sprinkling fresh ideas around to keep the church alive through history. A history of often ungodly corruption and vivid horror, which probably mirrored the social problems outside the church. Certainly, one problem is that the church stands to firmly on earthly ground; yet, the celebration of the mass can be sublime.
There is something strange in the catholic church that is worth preserving and following, a something on a different level from other Christian groups that is hard to figure out. Listening to a tape about the mass I think I learned what this quality is, the Eucharist, a word that means to give thanks to God. It is the belief that the host is truly transformed into the body and blood of Jesus. This gives us Jesus Christ as a close, intimate companion.
There have
been times when I felt shame and even dislike at the edicts from
This idea of keeping secrets in order to keep people in the group ignorant, is nails on the black board to most modern, educated, and deep thinking people. The human psyche seems to need the culture and ritual the church gives us, but as we grow in spiritual maturity, we see ritual for what it is, a comfort stop on the way to heaven. Ritual is only one of many helpful stops along that road, like a drink of water to a running man.
Jesus has tried to infuse the church with new spiritual thinking from its beginning. I am reading a book, Beyond Belief by Elaine Pagels. In its pages I see evidence of Jesus continuing his teaching beyond his death. In fact, I can see Jesus all throughout our history, nudging us here and pushing us there. He has shown himself as an old man, young boy, stranger on a path, a man of every nationality and skin color, and probably as a wise old women, if so, you'd never hear of that one.
It makes sense that, like most other religions in the world, the most mysterious spiritual understanding consists of the small few who drive themselves towards it, but today, with educational material so close and fast to hand, we can all become spiritual elites. And, beneath Jesus wing, it takes less effort to get there. We still need to live through the knowledge we learn and bring it to understanding in our daily life, but with Jesus by our side, the road runs smoother.
Jesus truly is the light, so much so that he can be anyone who he needs to be to teach us. Also, Jesus came from the future and has seen what will happen in each time period; although, some things have changed due to intervention by Jesus and angels. No, Jesus has never left us.
4/18/06
I admit I have been feeling somewhat down. Even my granddaughter noticed it Easter Sunday. I am not sure why, but it may have to do with the feeling that I am caught in a bird cage of circumstance, unable to retire or even go on a trip like many of my friends at church. We all have these feelings, at times; it is normal and human.
My belief in Jesus carries me past these moments or days. It is as if God were observing me and when I feel down, gives me a push and I begin to climb back up the hill of certitude. It is a great gift available to all of us.
It happened
to me again this morning. I was sitting and meditating in the chair, then I got
up and walked around in my home as I imagined myself walking in the cathedral with
its pillars made out of light and its moving window scenes. I began sending
light billowing out and around the globe, and I thought about
Suddenly, I
was in communion with one of
“Ask the angels to build it.” I suggested.
The leader smiled at the suggestion. I am sure that when we stopped communicating, he began to pray to the angels and God.
As I continued to walk in the cathedral of light I thought about the Mandela in its center shaped by the four alters. The cathedral is huge, maybe forty square miles in area; I could never walk its length but this doesn't matter. Any object or place within will zoom into focus with little effort.
While I walked, I thought of building a Mosque here in this cathedral. Why not? So I began to imagine its decorative walls, suddenly I saw a wall completed. The writing of the Koran glowed as if lit up from within as it moved. The beautifully scripted letters kept changing and I believe that the whole Koran could be read from any wall, for those who can read Arabic, I can't.
I asked the angels to complete the Mosque's construction inside the cathedral. Now my mind is running wild with ideas about other sacred religious gathering places. Why not a synagogue, why not …? Yes, all of them, I will tell the angels to put it all together beneath the sky of heaven.
Once more I felt happy and in close touch with God. Then I had a slight doubt and asked Jesus, “But what if it is only my imagination?”
Jesus answered me. “What you imagine when meditating is potentially true. Not every one’s imaginings are true.”
He meant that the more spiritually mature we become, the more our directed imaginations produce real fruit. I felt proud to hear this especially since I think I saved a baby’s life the other day.
I hadn’t been
to visit the young girl, Maria, lately. I like to check up on who lives in
“Where have you been?” She asked me in a quivering voice.
“I am sorry,” I said.
I looked at her and saw she had tears running down her face.
“My baby is dying,” she said.
She held a tiny baby in her arms. I felt shocked at my neglect of her and at the sick looking baby in her arms. Strengthened by guilt, I resolved to help her baby by asking Jesus to help me.
I reached around her from the back and put myself like a rug upon her as Jesus had shown me.
“Feel the light flow from my arms and hands.” I told her.
I could see my own arms made of light wrapped around hers. I remember that Mary tells me the light is infinite. I use the infinite light. I let God’s light flow through my center, down into my arms, and into my hands that hold hers. Her hands clutch at her baby.
The moment was very intense and powerful. the baby's color began to look better. I could feel the relief in Maria's body as I moved away.
“I think she is ok, now.” She said, the dry streaks still evident on her light brown face.
“I will check on her again later.” I said.
She nodded at my words with a smile and began rocking the baby and cooing.
I did check on her and the baby. Both are doing well. I promised myself that I won’t stay away so long from now on. There are a number of street thugs who I tried to befriend a few years ago too. I went to them, more grown now, with young ones filling in the gaps all the time.
Street children are a serious problem. I can do little or nothing for them, but I try to speak to a child here or there. Few will listen or hear me. Most of the time, I just tell them I love them. Who needs to hear these words more than this group of parentless children? I promise to try harder and more often.
I have
learned that love cures many ills; would cure all ills if we could just get
enough of it. Love cleans the soul because it can send evil angels scampering.
I have deep respect for the people who work with these children. The hardest
job would be to pull these children in off the street into shelters in both
4/22/06
I got so excited and ready to write that I cut short my visit with Jesus and Y this morning. What Jesus showed us this morning was interesting and I was afraid I'd forget the details if I waited to long before writing it down. Neither Jesus or Y minded that I wanted to leave. It is the job I do for heaven, and it is best to write things down while they are fresh.
During meditation this morning, I joined Jesus and Y near a water fall. We sat amid tall round, gray rocks and watched water run down in streaks into a deep pool of ice cold water. Vividly green trees and tall grass surrounded the pool that reflected the blue sky. The whole area was so stunningly beautiful, I was curious to know where it was on earth, but didn't think to ask because we were busy talking. Then Jesus suggested that we travel in the sky tunnel with him.
I assumed he had something strange to show us, and was not disappointed. We stepped into the tunnel and the first thing we saw were people traveling back and forth inside. This pleased me immensely. The tree-ness that makes up the tunnel must feel it is loved greatly since all the people began walking its length. Jesus smiled at my happiness.
I rubbed my hand over the walls of the bumpy wood that make up the sky tunnel. The tunnel color is a deep red-brown that resembles mahogany. I love to walk down this strange tunnel, and try to allow this feeling of love to flow through my hand when I run my hands over the inner walls.
We slowly walked to the end of the tunnel in between other people going forward. We didn't speak, perhaps because they too were meditating. Finally we stepped off behind Jesus.
I saw that I was suddenly standing in knee, deep snow. No it wasn’t snow. It was some kind of pure white substance, but it wasn't snow or cotton or sand. I didn’t know what it was, but I soon recognized the world. I had been here before. This was the world where those extremely odd people, even for travelers in the universe, live.
I remembered that the people’s skin tone is such a deep black, it is without shine or highlights. Black skinned people on a pure white world. No wonder they worship color.
Once, Jesus took me below ground to their cavern so I could see how they live. We remained invisible as we watched them worship a multi-colored light object in the center of one of the cave rooms, more elaborately decorated than all the rest that looked like medieval monk quarters. Jesus told me they were a very austere race of people.
I remember that I watched one of these people stand up from beneath the pure white cloak that matched the white stuff he had lain in perfectly. He had been squatted down in the white stuff for an unknown reason. It was amazing how oblique and black his skin was. I could see no features when he spread out an arm, only black on white.
Today Y and I followed Jesus through the white stuff. I realize that we are invisible and can make no impressions on the world unless we want to so I tried to make an impression by becoming more heavy. When I did, I made a few long footsteps in the white stuff but, interestingly, it flowed back into place as soon as I made them.
Jesus took us to a beautiful place on their planet where I could see color far off in the distance. As we got closer I saw the color consisted of a rainbow coming out of the ground, following the contour of the land for a while and then lifting up into space.
Jesus said, “This is the tunnel they have created to travel into the stars.”
Y and I stood there amazed at the wide ribbon filled with blazingly deep hues of colors in yellows, and greens, and orange-red all the way up the spectrum to blue and purple. The whole rolled like a ribbon across the contoured white land then lifted off like fingers reaching into the black sky.
“Was this here when we visited last time?” I asked Jesus.
“No, this is new. Only a small number of the people have dared to use it. Their race also finds it hard to intermix with other people, so it is to be expected that they move slowly.”
“I thought they had people at the nexus before?”
“Only one or two. Soon many more will learn to walk the stars.”
“I forget that time doesn’t work the way I think it does. I could have seen one of these people in the future too.”
Jesus nodded that this was true.
I have to laugh at my own set ideas. I always tend to think cause and effect and the flow of time runs smoothly forward, but it doesn’t need to. Our scientists are currently speculating about this subject and it is beyond my understanding. It does seem that time is as changeable as dimensions in our universe, but you'll need to go on your own travels with Jesus to find out.
Y seemed fascinated with this almost empty world and kept looking all around as if there was something to see. Well, once I did see a person step up out of the ground, but they hide so well, we may not see any today.
“Really strange.” He said. “I will come back here again one day.”
Jesus had just told us that there was something else he wanted to show us. So we walked up to the rainbow ribbon and walked off this world. What an adventure. As we walked each different color glowed on our skin and clothing in vivid tones.
We came to the end, just as we do in our own tunnel, and stepped off. Suddenly, we found ourselves on Silver World. This is a world that I visited extensively before. I could see trees in front of us and silver people walking through them. Angelic people by their looks, but their behavior reminds me of our own, dumb, silly, and dangerous at times. They were blessed with bodies that are almost invisible and so much like glass that they look like walking rainbows.
Jesus told me that the people were doing well. They had solved many of their problems, world wide. I was happy to hear this.
Then we lifted ourselves higher than the trees until we had an bird’s eye view of the land. What I saw amazed me. It was a sky tunnel lifting up into the sky at a slant. Their sky tunnel looked to be made out of invisible fairy wings, a million wings woven together to form a tube of glass that curved up and up into the clouds. The tiny veins in the wings shown with intense light with rainbows between. Beautiful. We stepped right into its lower end and I thought I was walking inside a flower vase. I could see patterns in the wing material as the daylight glittered, turning each wing into a cut diamond facet. And just like diamonds, the colors changing as we did.
"Isn't it amazing," I said to Jesus and Y, "That so many worlds now have a sky tunnel?"
Jesus said, "It a growing trend in this area of the universe."
"One I am sure you encouraged."
Jesus smiled, neither denying or confirming my statement, so of course its true.
This is when I said I had to leave. I dared not forget any of this.
"I am itching to write. I need to leave." I told Jesus and Y.
Y said, “Yes, go. It is important to write these things down for the readers in your country.
"Only in my country?" I teased.
"I have my own means of speaking to people."
He said with his own cryptic smile on his face, but I know what he meant.
“Yes, go. Jesus said. It is important that you write these things down for people to read.”
Ok, I went.
So here I am trying to write what is almost impossible to describe. Hope I did well enough for people to understand, and if you do, write me and tell me too. Ha.
4/22/06
I just watched the intense, academy award winning movie, Judgment at Nuremberg, on PBS. All through the trial the argument by the people on trial was, “We didn’t know,” or “It was my job,” but as the presiding judge (Spencer Tracy) said at the end, “You became guilty the first time you knowingly sent an innocent person to their death.
All the words spoken by the judge were from the actual trial transcript. He also said something we all need to keep in mind. He said, “A country is what it stands for. Certain values are universal and basic to all human governments: Justice, truth, and the value of a single human.”
We are all responsible for what happens in our country, in fact we all share responsibility for the world because it is our world, given to us by God. It is too easy to say, “I didn’t know,” or “I can’t do anything,” or “I am not responsible.”
Tell that
to the population of the
No, none of this is criminal, but it is atrocious neglect of the highest order to allow some people to prosper while pushing others down or neglecting the planet because some people want to increase their wealth before the resources run out.
I read a good opinion in the Free Pres this morning. “I am not a gambler. Yet, even if I were the biggest gambler on the planet, I would not be willing to bet the planet on the views of a small minority of scientists. Do they have a fall back planet if they are wrong?” Catherine Kozlowski. She was referring to those scientists who still refuse to believe we are on a collision course with disaster.
Why don’t
we stop it? Do something? Fix it? Because some people don’t care about the
world, they just want to fill their pockets. It is easy to look at
Gas is not a luxury like a diamond necklace. We can't choose to leave it at the store, we must buy gas. The oil companies should be regulated like the other utilities. Even a democratic nation can exploit its own people, if we let it.
I talked to Jesus about the money situation on our world. I admit I was complaining about my own circumstances because I get tired of the struggle.
This is what Jesus said, “Take the middle way.”
He means exactly that: Own what money you can, but don’t own too much; feed those you can, but don’t deprive yourself too much; be a financial wiz if you love it, but share your excess.
I keep asking myself, Doesn’t every one want a good earth ? It seems that some people don’t: Dictators, hidden leaders, wealthy financiers, and people who have lost all morals, etc. I can’t understand what they do want.
As I wrote this, my frustration level rose to a high pitch; until, finally, I asked Jesus. “Why is there people who have contrary goals about the earth, almost the opposite from common sense? Why do certain leaders not care about their people. Why do many neglect what is happening? What do they want?
His answer is instructive.
Jesus said, “They want to control the world.”
I suspect that they want a future where they run the world with power and wealth while making slaves of the majority of people. The angels from the future have told me this happened to them. It may have happened by necessity because the events happened just as they are foretold in Revelation. Believe me, the angels are here now to prevent that future. We must do all we can to help them.
4/23/06
Earlier, in church, before the consecration of the host, Jesus spoke to me.
He said, “I will do something today.”
I thought he meant that he would help spread the light during the Lords Prayer. He did more than that. Father Thomas called all the teachers and people who work in the schools up to the alter to stand as we sang the Lords Prayer. We stood in a half circle that made a U around the alter.
Just as we were completing the Lords Prayer Jesus said, “Watch.”
I did. I saw Jesus in the spirit go around to each one of us in the half circle and breath upon us. Then he turned towards the whole church and breathed on everyone.
Now Jesus has made us all apostles filled with the Holy Spirit. We can step out of the church today and gradually, as we find and learn what we are best at, we will use our talent for other people. Many already do this, now we will do it with Jesus within us. We will receive advise when we need it. We will never walk alone again.
4/24/06
Note-It has been 20 years since
This morning I was greatly surprised during my meditative walk through the cathedral built of light when Y showed up and said he wanted me to take him on a tour of the cathedral the angels built. I was delighted. He is such a spiritual giant that just asking me for a tour increases the cathedral’s presence in our dimension.
We walked down a long glowing isle amid blossoming flowers and green leafy plants interspersed with grass and trees. The cathedral is a setting for nature as well as for religious symbols. This makes sense if we remember that our earliest worship involved the natural world. Or, if you like, think of it as a necessary message and reminder that we must protect nature as a part of our love for God.
As we walked I showed him the huge windows high up that show living movie scenes of the bible. When you focus on any specific area in the cathedral, it comes closer. We walked (within my dining room) to the Mosque that is in one side arm of the cathedral. The cathedral is built like a Celtic cross with the Mandala of symbols and alters in its center.
Every living religion is represented within the cathedral and I showed Y the large statue of the Laughing Buddha. There is also a statue of Shiva and other decorations from the east. The whole end of this arm feels Eastern in flavor.
The angels have chosen to represent all the living religions on earth in the cathedral. Not all sacred books are written on the walls like the Koran, some are copied as actual written books on stands and some as scrolls in nooks, I have seen these. I am sure all the sacred writings are represented.
I was delighted to show Y around the cathedral. It is so huge that I have only seen parts of it myself. Some of what we saw was new to me. Then we went to the alters in the center. I asked Y if they were ok as a Mandala. He said a Mandala can consist of many different symbols and have different purposes. I thought about it. I believe the Mandala in the center of this cathedral of light is meant to be a transforming experience, just as the Risen Christ is meant to transform us with hope and love. All religious icon symbols and writings are inspired gifts from God to use on our journey towards becoming. What we become depends on where we are on the path.
Like Jesus has implied, the way into the Way is narrow, not many people can find it. Yet, the angels have build this great body of religion symbols for us with a living Mandala in its center. Anyone who can walk the path into this cathedral and find the four alters in its center, the Mandala made of light, can be transformed in psyche or body.
4/27/06
Yesterday, I was sitting on my backyard swing after mowing the grass and imagining how nice it will be when the roses bloom. I have one group of roses that grow in a circle because I used to have a angel sculpture in the center. It rotten and broke after some kids jumped on it.
I sat thinking about what I might do with that space when Mary came to me.
She said, "Would you like a shrine there?"
I was so
amazed that it took me a moment to catch on. She was suggesting that I could
put a shrine there? My yard is within the Cathedral of Light the angels built
over
I love the idea, but now I had to think what I could put there? I suspect that whatever I decide to create, Mary will imbue it with light and love. Every morning, I get a thrill when Mary tells me, "The light is infinite."
I know the season of Spring helps feed my positive attitude, nevertheless, I have been growing more hopeful of late. Often, listening to the news, the improvements don't seem in evidence, but the fact that more people are talking about the problems we face here on earth gives me hope. Also I can see the angels at work in our society and the effect it is having on us. Improvement takes time to show up, but I think our souls are opening up more to heaven. I truly do believe that the light that we are spreading around the world each day is taking hold and finally producing results.
I know that
the enemies are still out there and would love to hit
On a whim, I visited with Alia for a few minutes during a slow time at work. I was surprised that I could. I felt myself running in the grass and playing with a ball. My old mind felt tired just joining in with her young energy. As we ran, I told her that I had questions about our symbiotic relationship. She told me we could as Old John later.
"He knows everything."
She said this as we were running and kicking the ball. (I was surprised that we humans would still play with balls many years later into our history? Well, I don't know when this world exists. It may even be now. I know so little, and shouldn't be surprised that playing ball is still popular. It seems so natural an object that there is probably ball playing on many worlds by different kinds of beings).
We fell into the grass laughing.
I smelled the green of the grass, short grass and in a quick minute I knew why. A large sheep came up to me and nudged my face. Began licking me with a big, yucky tongue. I put my hands up to its face and pulled our faces together. I rubbed my own face on its face while it tried to lick me.
"No, no," I said as I laughed and rolled over.
The older me felt delighted because I could feel the tongue tickle.
"Well, now I know how the grass is kept short."
"He likes me the best. I call him ____. I couldn't make the name out. I think it was Byde or Clide.
I found it interesting that I could be sitting at work and laying in the grass nudging a lamb at the same time. Suddenly, I knew that they kept sheep and goats for a number of reasons, but not to eat.
It is strange how the information often flows so easy between us, yet, at other times, I need to reach out and try to pull the information out to me. Does it have something to do with the difference in age? Or is it part of the nature of our symbiotic relationship? It is one of the things I will try to ask Old John later this evening. As Alia says, he will know.
4/28/06
Jesus has taken me to a number of worlds, and most often, our first stop would be to watch the people in worship. Jesus would show me how each people had their own ways of honoring God, but I remember that at few worlds, Jesus didn't show me how the people worshiped. Now I think I understand why.
This idea came to mind while I visited Cotton World last night for a short time. I hugged Aaron and his wife (can’t remember her name.) and their very tall son, who's, I am told, knees are straighter now. He used to have knobs on his knees from climbing up and down the ladder all the time. Aaron pointed out that more little ones are doing the same thing now, their grandchildren. I laughed and smiled at the little ones.
We walked for a minute below ground amid the many workers who are chemists.
I had come for a specific reason. I wanted to ask Aaron something. Jesus stepped back to let me have the lead. He seemed amused at my jump in understanding.
I said to Aaron, “Do you have evil on your world?”
“No," he answered. We have problems such as ignorance. People can make mistakes or have an accident, but we do not have the kind of evil you mean.”
I thought of how wonderful this must feel to live on a world all your life and not feel the touch of evil come out of people. We, Jesus and I, hugged Aaron and his wife and then left.
Finally, it all clicked into place this morning. I now remembered Jesus showing me people worship, but not on Cotton World. I assume that they live their worship and have no need to do specific rites to appease God. I did not ask if they have a type of prayer or thought process that communicates with God. it didn’t occur to me to ask at that time.
A few other worlds don’t worship God either, like the world that Alia lives on. So far, I have seen nothing that looks like they worship God. The people walk around in a loving spirit all the time because evil is missing from their world. I am told it may arrive soon, though, I am as much in the dark right now as they are as to how it will arrive.
If some worlds don’t have evil and some do, could we assume that there is something that comes from space to infect certain worlds? That earth has been infected for a very long time and this is why we are in such straights. One thing to keep in mind about any infection, with hard work or skill it is possible to cure it. In fact, it might be possible with enough effort to do to evil what we did to small pox, eradicate it from the earth. Well, that would take about a thousand years. A quip, but interesting that it is the time frame in Revelation.
I did go talk to Old John last night. I have so many questions about this symbiotic relationship and how it works. My concern is not between myself and Alia, but the wrong angels who are doing similar things here on earth, to us humans. I want to understand what this implies.
Well, it is not easy to think of all questions when I am with someone, but I ask what I can remember. I went to Alia and we went looking for Old John because I told her that I needed to talk to him. We asked one or two people where Old John was. They pointed us towards a garden glowing with greenery.
We found him sitting on a bench amid huge leaves of greenery. He seemed to be in rapt concentration and inner peace.
I felt a slight pang of guilt. Dare I break up this mood just to ask a question? Yet, he knew I was there already. Suddenly, he patted the bench next to him and asked me to sit with him.
He must know me well. After he hugged me and I sat down, he said, “What is it you want to ask?" He smiled. "Oh, and put up a shield, right away; there are a few hungry bugs flying about.”
I laughed with him. He knew I had come to ask questions. Everyone says he is the wisest man in the town.
“I want to know more about symbiotic relationships because certain people on earth are going into other people, sort of possessing them.”
“They should not do this.”
“I know. It feels wrong. And some of them go into a lot of people. I am not sure, but one person becomes ten or twenty or more. It is a guess on my part, but how can this be? What does it mean?”
“The joining you, Diane, have with Alia is a beautiful sharing. When finally Diane dies one day from old age, you will be completely absorbed by Alia because you are both have become one. You understand that in a sense, all people belong to a oneness, but you and Alia have a special relationship. If you were to share this joining with more people, it would take away from this special gift that you give each other. It would be like stealing.”
“I understand. I believe that when it happens on earth, the people aren’t consulted about being joined. Sometimes they are used for wrong purposes. This is what I am trying to clarify.”
“I have been to earth. I understand what you are saying.”
“Then it isn't new? Do you know if all the people taken over know that they are joined? Would they know something is wrong? I think I learned once that a person can throw off such danger by effort. Is this true?”
“Yes, it is true. This is the play between good and evil on your world, and it can be thrown off. By the way, our conversation me reminds of the danger coming our own way. But thanks to our conversation, I am now sure how it will arrive.”
“You are?”
“Yes, it will arrive by going into one or two of us as a false symbiotic relationship. Probably it will pretend to be good for a while before it erupts into a frenzy of evil. We are forewarned now and will watch for it to happen.”
“But you told me that evil can’t come though the Mandala?”
“This evil is not coming through the Mandala. It is coming from beyond our world. It is impossible for me to explain to you from where it is coming. We hardly understand it ourselves yet. I am afraid we will soon.”
“I am sorry. Sometimes I feel like I brought the idea of evil to your world.”
He laughed heartily at my words. “Ah, such a little one to bring big evil. You imagine we never travel to other worlds. We do not very often, but everyone goes off planet at some time."
“Thank you for the help.”
“I am afraid I haven’t enough answers to satisfy you, little one.”
We hugged because I had to leave. I told him to go back to his contemplative state because it made him look so beautiful.
4/29/06
If we don’t take control of this evil that has infected us, it will kill us off, or rather make us kill ourselves off, until earth is as empty as Mars. I believe that is what happened to Mars. I keep thinking of Jesus answer to my question of “What do they want?” He said, “Control.”
That control began long ago with the city states and the God-kings/queens. They have managed to stay with us in one form or another all these years just as infected with the need for power and wealth as ever, which adds up to that need for control that Jesus spoke of.
It isn’t enough to finally understand what has been going wrong on earth, we also need to know how to fix it. We can’t get rid it this habitual craving for wealth and money all at once, by now it seems like an inborn trait, which it is not. I have learned this by traveling with Jesus to other worlds. Not all worlds have this drive.
It isn’t the wealth or power that is so bad, but what is done and not done with it that hurts the populations of earth. How to begin fixing it? We can begin by trying to control it, put reins on the drive to make it go where we want, not where evil would send it. One obvious way comes up in the argument about the vast profit margins of the oil companies. What is wrong here? What is wrong is that they are charging too much for a product. No company should make such excessive profits, and if they do, it should be rolled back to the government for a project or some other common need.
We should put a limit on the percentage of profit any company can make. Not an easy thing to do, but it could be done. We need to turn the financial world upside-down by finding new arenas in which to strut our pride. Is it Forbes magazine that lists the top 500 companies? Do they list them according to which company put out the most perfect product? Or which company had the highest quality product? Or which company treated its employees with the greatest respect? Or which company hired the most workers in order to share jobs? Or which company gave the most to the road building efforts in their state? Or which company donated the most to any cause? No, they list them according to the wealth they have earned, not what they did with that wealth.
The only way to stop the continued spread of this craving for power in our society is to change the drive for it. We might do this by changing what we brag about, what gives us the most pride, what good we have done for each other.
This is just a wild dream, you say. Impossible, another might say.
I say, it is not, not if we want to live. Take a look at Mars. Take a look at the oil mess, what caused it? Our stubbornness to have what we want because we want it and the oil company’s drive for profit. This country could have easily spent billions on alternative energy, and still can.
I remember a time when I was shown an alternative form of energy by the angels. I think they gave the idea to someone who understood it better than I did. I am told that our government rejected it. Why? Probably because it would hurt the economy if the oil companies lost out. Only a guess, but this points up to the degree of invasion that already exists on our world and how difficult it will be to eradicate it. But eradicate it we must if we are to survive to live a decent life.
4/29/06
This morning during meditation, Y stood in front of me and took both my hands as he said, “What is happening here is very good.”
I felt
pleased as well; it felt good. We began the meditation with a circle of light
that we expanded to circle the city of
Then we each traveled in the spirit as we hug people we loved or anyone we came across who needed a hug. I got up and began walking through the Cathedral of Light and found that I could go about and hug people at the same time. It wasn’t easy at first because it was hard to concentrate on both the cathedral and finding people to hug. But I got better at it after a few minutes.
One man I hugged was about to go with a group to do something wrong. I hugged him and said, “You don’t need to do this.” I hope he split the group after the hug. Another person I went to hug was a construction boss. I said as I hugged him, “You need to hire as many men as possible.” I also went to a few homeless kids in south America and hugged them and said, “I love you.” A few of us in the circle also hugged each other.
As I walked in the cathedral I thought about how it isn’t easy to find the people who need help, those people who need a touch of affection the most. My own method of search for people who need a hug and who I need to empathize with, is to I let my mind roam free until I find children or adults who seem to need a psychic jolt of love. This can be awkward. As I walked, I wondered how it would be if there was one place where people could come to any of us if they felt the need.
Then I realized that there is such a place. The shrine to Mary that is inside the Cathedral of Light. I will describe it and if anyone reading this needs a spiritual hug, then that is the place to go. Well, many people reading this don't often need spiritual help, Jesus is already by their side. Still, I like the idea of a place to send your mind, a place amid red, white and pink roses to sit knowing Mary or an angel of God will be there waiting. The statue, resembling marble but made out of light, of Mary is towards the front of a large bed of roses, two beautifully carved benches sit on each side of the isle that leads to the statue.
I am going to build a shrine in my yard that will be a minor reflection of the real shrine in the cathedral of light. My yard shrine will be so much less then the real thing, I am embarrassed to write about it. I certainly can’t carve a marble statue to put in my yard. I will be making my statue out of found materials, probably fencing. If you ever drive by, you will need to use your imagination to see Mary in the image. But this doesn’t matter. The real statue and roses will be in the Cathedral of Light which is easier to get to. You only need close your eyes to enter.