12/2/06
Ah, this morning was beautiful. I have been on a learning road and this delights me so much I wonder if this if an early gift from Jesus and Mary for my birthday. Jesus knows what I treasure most, knowledge. He once promised me that he would always give me new steps to take and write about. I suspect that this well of knowledge is without limits, and only God knows everything in completion.
As usual,
we met with Jesus on the mountain and, as if we were of one mind, decided to
begin our meditation on Mars. We stood on Mars in a circle and sent the light
out from our center of being. This light swelled and intensified into a central
burst of positive, God driven energy that flowed back upon all of us and flowed
around the globe. Then we came back to earth, to the middle of the
This day, I began my trek around the earth with the Lord’s Prayer and then said ten Hail Mary’s, then continued the rosary throughout my walk around the world. I kept saying prayers as I sent out the light to a single person or stopped to give someone in need a hug. I believe this shares Mary’s blessings upon all who are within the sphere of the light.
We did as usual with hundreds of us beginning in the east and traveling westward around the whole of earth. I have learned that I don’t need to find the most hopeless person to hug because there are hundreds of us, and surly one of us will find the person most in need. Instead, I focus in on any image of a man, women, or child as I move forward and give them a hug of light. The light seemed to flow better today as I continued to say the rosary.
All of us
went to strangers in every country around the globe before we each went to
family and friends to share the wave of light. Each of us has our own ideas of
where the light is needed most and concentrate on those areas for long minutes.
I try to remember to send a wave of light to the people in the buildings of
From now on, whenever I take a moment to send out the light, I will send out a prayer from the rosary with it. I am learning it is a more effective way to spread the light of God. When I asked Y about this, he agreed. He said that most people in many religions who meditate do so with some form of prayer, depending on the culture of the person. I can’t believe I have neglected this for so long, but realize that I am constantly learning.
While I am
on the subject of meditation and different religions, I want to take note of a
group I read about in the newspaper that is trying to send out waves of peace
every day. The Maharishi Mahesh Yogi also believes in mass meditation and that
it creates a wave effect that will calm the world. He has built up centers for
this purpose in
It takes a lot of experience in life and prayer to find the light strong enough within ourselves to see it beam out. Not everyone is at the place where they have learned to use God’s light in this exact way. There are many other ways. We must all learn to walk before we can run, but we can all run soon enough if we choose, Jesus promised this:
Joh 7:38
"The one believing in Me, just as the Scripture said, 'Out of his
belly [or, innermost being] will flow
rivers of living water." [ALT]
The New American Bible for Catholics says the same thing.
John 7:38 “Who ever believes in me, as scripture says: ‘Rivers of living water will flow from within him.’”
12/2/06
This evening Jesus sort of blocked my protests about traveling by suddenly saying, “Let’s go.”
So we went and I am very happy we did.
We walked down through the sky tunnel, no longer so much a tunnel as a bridge with huge, long open areas, sparrows flying too and fro, greenery growing and bursting out of odd places, and cold wispy clouds rolling past. I rubbed the side of the tree as I usually do and my hand felt a large bump in the wooden wall. Somehow, I felt this was a cheerful bump. The feeling of pleasure traveled into my arm and tingled my whole body with the happiness from the tree-ness that makes up the sky tunnel.
Jesus sent me an image of why the tunnel felt this way. Many people have been walking down its length and even a few of the children who were introduced to it managed to find it again, without my help. I suspect these were mostly the desperate children who must work or don’t have television to entertain them. Perhaps, they are the only ones who hunger for the adventure the sky tunnel can give them.
We walked to the end of the tunnel amid other people also traveling down its length. The other people seemed ghostlike because I hardly took note of them. If I had wanted to meet one of them, I could have by focusing my mind to do so. Reality works differently during mind travel. I was more interested in where Jesus wanted to take me tonight because he must have had something to show me.
We stepped off the edge and I found myself up to my shoulders in white stuff. I knew right away this was Cotton World. I laughed with Jesus as we rose up and wadded through the light fluffy stuff to Aaron’s home inside the wide tree. As we got to the door, it was flung open by one of Aaron’s sons, now much taller than I am. The son’s wife and was with him and Aaron’s wife as well. She hugged me.
I felt embarrassed but I mentioned to her that I never learned her name. Turns out it is Ingrid, for short because I had a hard time pronouncing her whole name.
“Everyone calls me that.” She told me.
Aaron took us downstairs to show me the huge work station below ground again. Work station is a understatement, it is an extremely large area filled with many workers and their work centers along with tunnels that branched off to cover the whole continent. Aaron’s people are the chemists of the universe. They have learned to take this fluffy stuff I call cotton and turn it into a million products.
Aaron wanted to show me something on this visit. So we walked for a long while through one of the side tunnels, greeting people at workstations as we went. Finally we walked down a tunnel that had fewer people until we arrived at an artificial building, built below ground, but made to open up to the sky. In this building sat a huge, long space ship. I couldn’t tell what it was made out of but it wasn’t metal. I received a picture in my mind of it traveling in space beyond the planet.
“You see, we are not one of the paradise worlds.” Aaron told me. “We are a normal world and many of our people don’t have highly specialized abilities. We have learned to travel in space. We use money. We even have a few disputes once in a while, but settle them with laws made for that purpose. We marry, have children, and grow old.”
He seemed to be trying to compare his world with earth. So I said, “But you have peace, unlike earth. Our Earth has something wrong with it. I wish your chemists could create a magic potion to get rid of our problem.”
Aaron laughed and looked at Jesus as if they shared a secret. Then he smiled at me and said, “You will get rid of your problem soon.”
“I wonder what earth would be like without so much evil always pushing at us. I wonder if we could ever learn to get along, even without a devil”
“This is why Jesus brought you to visit us tonight. To show you what earth can change into if could get rid of the negative energy and dark that surrounds your planet.”
“But there are billions of people on earth. How would we ever get along, even without the problem of a devil, with such a clash of cultures.”
“I am sorry to tell you, but your earth will suffer many great disasters, so great that your population will be reduced.”
I realized he might be speaking of global warming or a world wide war caused by lack of resources. I said. “Yes, I see that coming, and Jesus has told me about it will happen unless we make drastic changes. Not likely.”
“Earth can grow to be like this world.” Jesus said.
“Ah, this is why we came. This is you wanted me to know? To give us hope.”
Then I remembered something. “But Aaron, you sent a picture into my mind of your ship in space. How did you do that if your people don’t have great abilities?”
“We have certain people who study hard so they can do exceptional things with their minds, but peace surrounds any world that doesn’t have the direct push or defect of darkness around it. Light removes many barriers.”
I knew of course that Earth isn’t the only world with this defect.
Aaron continued, “Our world is not perfect. You could say it is in the middle between earth and a paradise world. Earth should be capable of achieving peace.”
I felt hopeful but realized that, even without our defect, we would have a long road ahead to achieve peace. Yet, it must be possible if Jesus wanted me to know Aaron’s world as an example. Jesus must believe that even with the strain between different cultures, we could eventually learn peace.
We left to go back to Aaron’s house. When we arrived upstairs I saw the huge polished wooden mound that is their seat for telling tales. I suspect that it played a role in keep peace in their land. I put my hand close to it because I wanted to rub it. I looked at Ingrid and she nodded. So I rubbed the wood’s surface at the very top where it had been worn smooth by many sitters. The grain in the wood was beautiful and twisted around in swirls. Each family has their own mound for family speaking. It reminded me of the large knot in the sky tunnel and the happiness I felt when I touched it. That same pleasant feeling emanated now from this mound that grew from their floor. I wondered suddenly if the tree-ness that made our earthly sky tunnel was actually made up of trees from all worlds. A beautiful thought. Also, beautiful is the nice, pleasant life they have here on Cotton World, even though they are normal humans. We can only hope to do the same.
I was smiling with comfort and joy as we left. Aaron and Ingrid begged me to come back soon.
“You are always welcome. Consider this your home.” They said.
Yes, I will go back for another visit to their homey glen of peace soon. I felt that Jesus have given all of us on earth a promise this night, a spark of hope that can’t be extinguished. I thanked him deeply as we parted.
He told me, “Write about our visit, Diane. Make it interesting and readable. People will want to know it.”
Thinking about it later, I think he meant that people will want to know that the main cause of darkness on earth will be lifted soon. Then we will have no one else to blame for our failures but ourselves. I think we will pull together to rebuild our world.
12/3/06
Well, when I am wrong, I admit it. Here I was sitting in church and Jesus and Mary both stood at my front for a moment to tell me that this very traditional church is where I should be.
“This is your church now.” Jesus told me.
I still felt slightly unsure, but as the mass continued I felt its spirituality flow around me. I asked myself if this stemmed from my own childhood.
Jesus answered in with a short negative, leaving me to figure out the cause of this feeling for myself.
I did have a qualm of uneasiness as we sang the Lord’s Prayer because people didn’t hold hands, but at the start of the mass, Jesus said to me, “Do what you want to do.”
So I did. I put my hands up as I sang the Our Father. Also, when the priest offered peace to the congregation, I would have nodded to the person near me and offered them peace, but there wasn’t time; besides, we all offered peace to the priest. I guess I can accept this means of sharing peace. This traditional mass was different then what I was used to; it took some things away, but gave back much in return. So, yes, Ascension Grotto is now my church.
When I think of tradition, I don’t think it is a concern in my writing. My writing has always followed the tradition of the bible, even though it often goes far beyond the usual, travels with Jesus certainly fall into this category. Yet, our travels and Jesus advise just carry the truth onward beyond his earlier teaching. How could it otherwise with Jesus leading the way?
The novena to Mary was so beautiful I borrowed the small booklet to take home to read. This is an odd statement from someone like myself who always said I disliked written, standardized prayer. Yet, this novena praised Mary, then asked her to help the church flourish, pardon sinners, console the afflicted, remove spiritual blindness, and send people on the road of truth, and much more. So, from now on, I will leave my own heartfelt prayers for when I am at home.
I am very enthused about helping spread the love of Mary to other people. Mary isn’t just for Catholics, she is for everyone. But not enough people seem to understand that she doesn’t just give help to certain people. Any person who says the rosary will receive her blessings.
I found the fifteen promises Mary made to different people throughout the years on the internet at www.theholyrosary.org. I copied and rewrote them so they would fit anyone who is searching for help and is willing to say the rosary. Now I hope I can share them with other people. Link to list of Mary’s promises. How to say the prayers of the rosary.
I am going to get in trouble for what I write next because it might be too much for many people to take in, but Jesus smiles. It is my job to always push the envelope outward. What I am going to write is this: Jesus was Jesus before he was born just as he is Jesus after his death. This is because he is a celestial being who lives, and has always lived, beyond as well as within the boundaries our reality.
The same could be said for Mary. This is why we call her the Queen of Heaven. This is also why she was born as the Immaculate Conception. Just as Jesus is the Alpha and Omega, so will Mary be. It is our fortune that Jesus and Mary both concern themselves greatly with our present world’s well-being. We should thank them every day of our lives for their help. The more we think of them and call on them for help, the move powerful they become for us. This is also true of all the holy ones who help us on earth, and with all souls being pulled in opposite directions at this trying time, we need all the help we can get.
12/5/06
Mary’s appearance to me the other week threw me off kilter, and her long visit still vibrates in my soul. I feel so strongly the need to spread love for Mary around the globe that I am bursting with energy, yet, I feel stopped in my tracks by a blank wall screaming “How?” How can I tell people about how valuable it is to know and love Mary without sounding preachy or fanatical. How can I bring the truth of how common sensible it would be for everyone on earth to get to know her? The only way I have at hand is my writing. I reason that if I write about how I try to follow Mary and why, then other people will follow.
The easiest and quickest way to receive blessing from Mary is to say the rosary. I used to say the rosary at little odd moments years ago and then got into the habit of saying the rosary on my fingers when I was driving to visit my children. Then a few years ago, I got out of the habit for some reason, but I never stopped loving her.
Now, I have revived the habit in myself. I don’t use rosary beads, I keep track on my fingers after each ten Hail Mary’s on one hand and a Lord’s Prayer on the other hand. This takes fifteen minutes and I have begun to say the rosary on my way to work.
Also, I easily say ten Hail Mary’s while taking a shower, in line at the grocery store, during exercise, or at any odd moment during the day. I find that saying these prayers keep silly, ugly, or stupid thoughts away.
Just
lately, after Mary’s long visit, I have begun to use the rosary during
meditation. I find that I can even use the Joyful Mysteries of the church as a
guide line of who to go to during my prayers. For instance, one joyful mystery
is the birth of Jesus. Thinking on this, I go to visit new born babies at
hospitals, some in incubators, some in
It hasn’t been easy. My mind still tends to wander and drift away from my goal. My goal is to send this love to other people that I feel flow through me from Mary as I say the rosary. I believe everyone can think of loved ones or people in need while they say the rosary. I also believe that we give honor to Mary as we share her love with people in need.
12/7/06
My son took
me to see the play, Maximilian: Saint of Aushwitz last night. The play
drew me in slowly until it built up feelings in me of tenderness, loathing,
fear, and finally touched my heart with great sorrow. Maximilian Kolbe's life
reminded me of the serious tragedies evil is capable of inflicting on the
world. Also, that we must never allow evil to rise up so strongly again. But it
is already happening, isn't it. The evil is right now trying to get a big,
stomping, foot hold, even in
Note- Scientists are just now finding evidence of water on Mars, Interesting that they are finally catching up with what I wrote about three years ago. Jesus took me on a visit to Mars one evening and while there, showed me a living bug. He told me that there was other life still on Mars, too, although, Mars is a dying planet. For a long time, a few people tried to hold on by living beneath its surface, but most of the people came to earth a very long time ago.
12/8/06
I have written this before, but maybe I need to write it again. I am not a saint. I don’t deserve the privilege of seeing and talking to Jesus or Mary. I suspect one of the reasons I can hear Jesus has to do with a genetic disposition that gives me this ability, perhaps deliberately put in place? I have also learned where I came from and where I will be going and this also plays into my ability. Jesus told me that when I was younger, I could have taken the opposite route. I thank God I didn’t. Still, I have done much wrong in my life.
Oddly, Jesus has also told me, “Diane, you were never evil.”
I puzzled at his statement for days because I don’t hide my own faults from myself, or that when I was younger, I felt jealousy, anger, yelled at my kids (the lower we are on the economic ladder, the louder we yell), divorced and remarried a number of times, and did a few other wrongs. I wondered how Jesus could make such a statement to me. Certainly he knows me even better than I know myself.
I pondered this question and finally realized what Jesus meant. During most of my early life I was ignorant of the forces pulling at me, but, even so, that seemed only a partial answer because we are all ignorant during our younger years. The only fact I can find that makes Jesus' statement true is the fact that I don't deliberately and knowingly try to damage another person, (Hopefully marriage partners count). I don’t attack people for the purpose of putting them down, shoving them into a corner, or extracting revenge, and I have been shoved into the corner by others enough to be tempted.
After I came up with the answer, Jesus agreed with me. This means that attacking another person must be the surest sign of serious default in the personality. I don't deny I have had strong feelings against a few people, but I didn't act on them. So now we know what to look out for in ourselves to make sure we are on the right path. Compare Jesus teaching, "Do to others what you would have them do to you," to any terrorist movement and the difference is vividly clear—develop or destroy.
I have a problem that I need to figure out. I want to spread love and understanding of Mary to non-Catholics, but I felt baffled the other day by a question from a young child. The question was, “Why should we pray to Mary if we can pray to God. In other words, why not go right to the top.
To us Catholics, there is no such problem. We grow up knowing that Mary is God’s mother and ours, the Queen of Heaven, and therefore worthy of our prayers. Telling a non-catholic that Mary is the Queen of Heaven doesn’t seem to solve the problem. Why should they pray to her? I could tell people that Mary will give blessings to those of us who say the rosary. But they could counter that God will also give blessings if they pray to him. So, I am puzzled as to how to answer this problem. How can I write about Mary and direct it to everyone, not just those who already love her. I will think about it for a while and then tell Jesus my answer. This is how he likes to teach. I usually need to find the answer for myself.
This was the method he used by making me answer my own question about why I felt a strong aura of spirituality during the traditional mass at Assumption Grotto. I found a partial answer that Jesus agreed with. A traditional mass carries with it an aura of holy singers from long ago chanting and also the mummer of the priest. Both can give a feeling of quietude and solemnity, qualities speak of holiness and spirituality to many of us. On the other hand, walking, smiling, and shaking hands may not, even though this friendliness follows Jesus prescription to us to love one another. A smile can be like a gift from one person to another.
There is another reason I get a strong feeling of spirituality during the traditional mass because it transports me back to another life I once lived. I remember a time long ago in church that I imagined the mass to be the grandest treasure ever given to humanity. I looked on in childlike wonder as priests carried a golden cross and wore red and sparkling garments as they walked down the middle isle. It was a wonder to behold. I loved the mass with all my heart and being because the elaborate ceremony and the holy priest was a perfect reflection of heaven.
Now, as I remember this, I shudder, at my innocence because what if it was during the church's infamous Inquisition, an unimaginable horror? How could I feel such love for a church that was putting people on the rack and burning them as witches?
Our modern way of thinking doesn’t allow for witches to have power, but now I wonder if the church and the people had some reason to believe in great evil power, never mind that the church was often more evil as those it accused. Perhaps they saw strange things going on and didn't know how to explain such bizarre phenomena. Do we know how any better today?
I have decided to learn some Latin because I like the traditional mass. Yet, I still think it should have a friendlier attitude, perhaps at its end. Surly it is worth considering. In one church I went to a while back, the people nodded to each other in a quick greeting. Yet, even this short nod brought smiles to everyone's face.
A smile can be likened to a fleeting prayer. We need to join together as much as possible in this new age of strife. Evil is trying to rise up again, just as it did during the Inquisition, during Hitler’s regime, during dictator regimes of our own day where people are massacred on a whim, and the rise of terrorists who fight against humanity all over the world.
Jesus has told me this is true. He said heaven will send holiness to the people to counter the rise of this evil. We are truly in a battle for the hearts and souls of everyone on earth.
12/8/06
Capitalism is like putting a bunch of kids in a candy store without supervision and telling them they can have anything they can grab. Some will manage to grab so much they will fill their pockets to the brim and eat enough to make themselves sick. While other kids, less quick, will get only spoils. This is the law of the jungle. It is time to outgrow our monkey-hood. Such selfishness is in direct opposition to the teachings of Jesus.
I was pleased to read that General Motors is finally making a turn around. They have announced that they will begin making plug-in cars soon. This will be good for our ever rising heated up world. It may also tell the oil companies that pocketed more than 10 billion last year in profit that their days are numbered.
I went to Sacred Heart church for the Immaculate Mary mass. It reminded me that even though I now go to Assumption Grotto most Sundays, I still need to go back to Sacred Heart once a month to hear Father Thomas’s very insightful sermons, to shake the hands of the homeless who sit in back rows every Sunday waiting for breakfast, and to give hugs to other people around me in the church.
Even though I strongly disagree with President Bush's
economic policies, I truly believe that he is working hard to keep the world at
peace. I know this sounds ironic because of the serious horrors going on in
12/9/06
This morning we met with Jesus amid colorful flowers and snow melt dripping on mountain rocks. We sat on huge gray rocks beneath a blue sky as Jesus stood in our midst.
I thought about how people from different religions are willing meet with Jesus because they know him by other names. I understand how this can be and I think everyone should know as well.
I asked Jesus. “Tell people who you are.”
He smiled as he answered, “I am every holy person who ever began a religion here on earth. I was the Shepard God in the oldest civilization, I was Buddha. I was Jesus Christ and also Mohammad. Always, I have tried to lift up humanity. I am the alpha and omega.”
I noticed that no one in our culturally diverse gathering seemed shocked or amazed at Jesus words. Each person here already knew who this God/prophet was and who he will always be. I write these words down so that other people can understand. If they can't accept this as fact, maybe they can accept that Jesus influenced each leader.
Personally, I see no conflict here, but I am sure others will. Jesus saw my hesitation and dismissed it.
He laughed as he said, "Your going to test their mettle."
An odd phrase. I laughed too. It was about my hesitation before I wrote down the name Mohammad because I remembered the Crusades. But historically, the fight began long after Mohammad. I think, even with the same heavenly influence at their inception, most religions became different because the holy people who continued to develop them are worldly based and lived in different times and cultures. Yet, most worship a supreme God, though, in variation of form.
I am not knowledgeable and shouldn’t write much about the subject, except what Jesus suggests. I do believe that people are intelligent and therefore should learn as much truth as they can hold, even though we will never get to the end of it. I reason that if I can learn such truths, without harm to my faith, then other people can too.
After Jesus
spoke his words to me, we began to go about the world to share God's light.
Just before, Jesus had nodded to a tall, dark man with sharp features in our
gathering. This man requested that we begin our circle of light in central
It was at this point that we began to go among the people to send out and share our individual auras of light. I went to many people, mostly children, and hugged them. At one point I became concerned that my preference for hugging the children will make me neglect the greater needs of adults. Children, no matter what their circumstances, seem able to accept their lives with aplomb.
Jesus said, “Don’t worry. You love children and this is what fits you. Do this always.”
As I went to a few children, I began the rosary. I could feel the light flow out of me and move into the child as I prayed and sent blessings from Mary's prayer. Sometimes I would send it over a group of gathered people or children as I walked over land and cities. Anytime I feel a crying soul, I send the light to that person.
At one
point in
A funny thing happened at this time. Some thief had hidden bags of food hidden in a dusty, red pick-up truck. As we prayed that the bags of food increase, the bags in the truck disappeared and were placed back into the warehouse. The thief will not be able to complain to his superiors, but he will certainly be puzzled. We understood the whole scenario within an instant of time because the meditating mind is not limited by linear knowing. I suspect that time was involved in the food switch, but who can say? Somehow, justice was done.
We went to
every country around the globe, but then I concentrated on
What do they see when I send out the light to them? I am not sure. The little ones, I think, see me standing there, and then smile. The older children may or may not, I can't always tell. Perhaps, even if they do, they are embarrassed to grab hold of such an odd flavor of reality. I have noticed a group of young girls who darted their eyes at each other as if to wonder if their friends felt the wave pass too, but kept silent. If nothing else, many people may feel a slight wave of pleasure flow by. This is enough, but not necessary because the light feeds the starving soul more than the mind.
At the end
of our walk around the earth, we gathered once more where we had began, a flat
land in central
Today is my birthday so I need to stop writing and get going. Half of my family is coming over to visit and my oldest son is going to do a few odd jobs around the house. This is really a nice birthday present. Like I told one of my granddaughters, company is the only thing I wanted for my birthday. As an extra, I have this spring like day with the bright sun shinning through the front windows. Thank you God.
An article
in free press this morning reported that many people are now asking where their
diamonds come from because of the movie “Blood Diamond.” They learned from the
movie that diamonds are used for funds to buy weapons for war in
So now we
know about the funds, but every one forgot to ask the real question. Where do
the weapons come from? The answer is easy. The
12/11/06
This morning I didn’t get called to work so I had time to meditate. Mary is advising me on how to focus during meditation. This morning I began my meditation with the Our Father as I gathered in a circle with angels and other people. There are people willing to join in a circle of light at any time of day or night. As I stood in the circle I continued to pray. When the light from God seemed to flow back upon me, I felt recharged with spirituality.
For a moment or two, I see the light shine out of me like a beam from a flash light, but Jesus tells me that it actually flows out from the person's whole being. We can notice this in individuals who have given their life to God. They seem to be lit up in spiritual power and kindness.
This
morning as usual, I went to send the light to people. I have begun to realize
that my real problem is not how, but who I should direct the light towards. The
problem is that there are millions, if not billions of people who need prayers,
and this knowledge has begun to paralyze me. Usually, I go to other countries
to find the children in great need. But, it is
This worry is why Mary began to advise me. She told me that angels will help me with knowing where I should go. It isn’t easy for me to keep my focus steady, but Mary told me that with practice I will be able to do so. She also told me not to worry about counting the Hail Mary’s. When I am in this state of sending out the light, it is enough to pray at the person, I don't need to worry which number prayer I am on.
As I said the rosary, without counting, during meditation this morning, the angels seemed to put a young boy in my focus. I tried to stay with him while sending prayers and light towards his young soul. I perceived that he was having a problem with friends who had been taunting him and was about to do something mean.
He looked thin and tiny and sad. My heart went out to him as I stood near him. I hugged him with arms made out of light. I told him, three times, “I love you.” I think I perceived a difference in his face before I left.
The next place the angels found for me to focus was a group of school girls. They were gathered in a hallway of a school, each girl was wearing plaid skirts and white blouses, and they were gaggling together as young girls do.
I focused the light and Hail Mary's towards them as a group. I don’t know why they were chosen as in need of spiritual up lift, but I sent wave after wave towards them.
Next I went to a boardroom with a large polished table. Invisible, I sat in the middle of the table while the people sitting around me conducted their business. Then I focused on a specific man of middle age. I moved to the front of him and focused the light and prayers towards his mind. I did the same for a young lady in the room who seemed hardened by all this business. But I don’t know why the angels thought these two people needed the spiritual light of God more than the other people around the table.
I speculate that it is because they are on the cusp of some kind of decision or action that could hurt them. Yes, Jesus tells me this is true. The angels know who needs help most at a certain time in their life. This is why they are so good at directing me where and who to pray for. Throughout the day, I intend to say one decade of the rosary until it is completed. I believe it is important for me to pray the rosary my own benefit as well as others.
12/17/06
Now I understand why non-Catholics should pray to Mary. It is because Mary is a Goddess (A female being of supernatural powers or attributes, believed in and worshiped by a people)[1] from heaven who gave birth to the son of God. She is as much God as Jesus is God and all Christians pray to Jesus.
We pray to Jesus because we hope and believe in his intervention in our world. Through the centuries, Mary, like Jesus, truly has intervened in our world numerous times. She is known to appear when our needs are greatest. Often she warns us about how to avert a future danger such as war. She cures sickness, damaged souls, and loves us dearly, almost as if she were, not only the mother of God, but our mother too.
She is the
Queen of Heaven and the Overseer of all earth, and because she is supernatural,
like Jesus and God and angels, she can see earth's past as well as the many
potential paths into our future. When she gives us a warning, we should never
take it lightly. In 1917, she showed thousands of people heavenly signs at
She comes to us individually too, and has spoken to me off and on for many years to help guide my thoughts and writing just as Jesus does. Certainly, there must be a reason for my learning and this writing that is beyond myself. As I have written and most of can already see, the world is in great danger again. It hangs on the cusp of a serious events that may still be prevented.
Averting this danger will take more than a few prayers, it will probably take the majority of the human race praying and doing what each is best at. Mary will shower us with her blessings if we say the rosary. She has made this promise to us. Her blessings can spread God’s light and help defeat the evil that threatens to enclose us in its controlling grip.
I have learned that the more we gather, the more we believe. The more we open ourselves to heaven, the closer heaven comes to us. If we build a shield of light that encloses us with the grace of heaven, evil can’t harm us, but if instead, we let dark grow between us and heaven, even heaven can hardly penetrate the murkiness that covers us. When we pray to Jesus or say the rosary, we disperse some of that darkness to let heaven’s light shine through to all of us.
12/18/06
It is after twelve and I can’t sleep. Maybe because worried thoughts keep running in my mind and I need to get them out. I have never written what I was told one day by the evil one. Usually, I manage to block out or erase what it says, but in this case I will write of it because, in at least one part, it has already failed.
I don’t remember exactly when, but I remember the words distinctly, “I will destroy the Catholic church.” Then after a slight pause, the male voice (it can be female too) added, “I will rise up black people.”
In regards to the Catholic Church, the evil one has failed again. Sure the church had a few rotten apples that it was forced to get rid of, but now the Catholic Church has cleaned itself up and still stands tall. All human institutions eventually stultify and tend to decay in spirit after a time. It is to the church's credit that it has managed to come back greater and better after each fall.
As to the second threat by the evil one, the jury is still out. I can promise you that this devil didn’t mean that he would rise up black people to be senators or actors or business men or anything else that fits well into our society. He meant that he would rise the people up in anger and destruction. So far, this threat has been diffused through the work of religious and social institutions and a lot of good, talented people, Bill Cosby comes immediately to mind.
What we
need to ask is how long the fuse this evil one is instigating can smolder
without popping off? How can we make the evil one fail at this threat too?
Remembering the threat, when I see people separated as we are in
I was recently told that the libraries are filled with hefty and hearty, men with nothing better to do then to sit and read book after book, just to sit in a warm building. These unemployed men are not teenagers, they are men in their 20’s, 30’s and 40’s, some who may have been out of work for so long they are no longer counted as unemployed. They can’t find work because there is no work. Who can help these invisible men?
Invisible,
because it is as if our leaders in congress took a pencil and erased them off
the map of the
Well, we have been warned and some thing needs to be done. The only solution is jobs. Detroit could fill a thousand if: People with means would sponsor a job in the city; business owners would hire one more person; factories would reject higher profit to stay put in America; the city would hire people to clean the empty lots; our government would invent jobs for the depressed cities because this is also a war that needs to be won. Ah, I feel better for getting this worry out, maybe now I can get to sleep.
12/19/06
Last night
during the Joyful Mysteries of the rosary, I visualized and went to a few
children who needed help but couldn’t stay focused. When I was about to give
up, Mary spoke softly to me and asked that I try harder. Her request helped me
to go back and stay a longer moment with each child. In
Later I asked myself, Who was I during that time that allowed me to physically feed the child? I still don't know, but I do know that the little boy received blessings from Mary because I felt them flow through me as I said the rosary. I also went to other children in the same hospital during the rosary.
I only saw Mary fleetingly as she appeared in glowing white, but heard her soft spoken words distinctly. Mary has been at every meeting of the Legion of Mary that I attended, and I believe that she is present at every meeting anywhere in the world that pertains to our love for her. Even though Jesus and Mary might be present, we humans have difficulty seeing them because our upbringing demands that only the world is visible and knowable, that the supernatural or sacred is beyond our ability to know. Yet, both Jesus and Mary are always there for us if we call, even if we can’t see them. It has always been easer for me to hear Jesus speak than to see him, but Mary has often surprised me with presence.
Mary wants us to visualize people
in need as we send our prayers. By doing this, her blessings go directly to the
person we are praying for. We all know people we need to pray for, but we can
also pray for strangers. The soul of every person on earth needs God’s light
right now. Mary’s blessings are food for our souls. I felt beautiful as I touch
and helped that little child. I had just read an article in Sunday’s paper
about the hospital in
12/23/06
I had tears of joy in my eyes as I broke out of my meditation this morning because Mary, the Queen of Heaven, appeared, then stood on top of the well into the underworld as if to seal it tight. With great effort, all of us who met in the circle of light had just sent light from God towards it. That was when we saw Mary appear. Emotions of joy took over.
At the beginning of the gathering, we met as usual on the side of a high earth mountain. Jesus stood in our midst. He accepted the role of leader, at least for a moment.
He said to us, “Each of you here has the needed quality to begin a renewal on earth.”
This made me feel good because all I do is write, A number of people in our group have their own followers; yet, they have enough humility that Jesus could say what he did.
This day, my
friend W suggested we begin in
This
morning, we stood in a
Loaded with
energy like a charged battery with leads dangling from heaven, we went to
I went to a man seething with anger. I enclosed him with hugs and my feeling of empathy and sorrow. He was in deep distress over the loss of loved ones and filled with anger. I tried to sooth his anger as held him. He began to cry. I felt his warm tears. Even as I write these words later, I feel some of his anguish and pain. The tears were good and helped clean his soul of the hatred and pain that had built up inside. I went to other people and enclosed them with light too. Each of us did the same. With God’s energy concentrated in that sphere of light it was easy to reach many people and try to ease their hurt.
We continued for a while and then met once more to surround the city with light again and to spread the light energy around the whole world as we stood there. After a moment, the whole earth swam in an ocean of psychic light/energy.
As we
turned back and were about to leave, we thought once more to concentrate the
light into
It was then that Mary appeared. I feel goose bumps as I write this because the image is still so vividly set into my heart. Mary stood atop this well as if to cover it over with heaven. I saw a tendril of black, snake-like smoke wiggle, as if trying to escape, then it slithered back into the well. Mary stood on that light covered well dressed in a glowing white robe. The light was so bright from her, it filled the whole area with her brilliance.
I believe that Mary's presence cemented that well closed forever. That from that single spot, hate and darkness will never again seep onto the earth.
Y tells me that he watched Mary also as she stood there above the well. Many of us saw her. It was as if heaven had instilled itself on earth to encourage our efforts. I am convinced that our own efforts are needed first before heaven will use such great strength. We need to prove that we are worthy, first.
I am willing to accept that Mary showed herself to us as a familiar archetype, perhaps as Jung would describe it. Yet, isn't that just what we need to inspire us forward? Mary has promised to crush the serpent and that is what I saw beneath her feet. Archetype display or not, I am greatly moved with love for her, with her love for us.
(Archetype--In Jungian psychology, an inherited pattern of thought or symbolic imagery derived from the past collective experience and present in the individual unconscious).[2] In the case of great spirituality, like our gathering of light, such an image can rise to the conscious level and is therefore no longer a mere symbolic.
A new friend joined the gathering today. I’ll call him V. I suspect that our new friend V will have much wisdom to share with us over the years. My silly system of alphabet labels is how I allow specific people who join the group to remain anonymous. I refer to everyone I meet with a different letter. This helps me write about their views without breaking confidentiality, but I seldom know their real names anyway. I think that staying unnamed allows for more freedom.
Jesus laughed as he told me once, “Before long you will use up the whole alphabet.”
12/24/06
Jesus handed me a puzzle this morning in church.
He said to me, “I am greatly pleased.”
He left it up to me to figure out why. I knew he wasn’t referring to me but the celebration of the mass this morning. What exactly pleased him about the mass? I kept asking questions to myself.
Is it because of the Latin? Then I realized that the language of the mass shouldn’t be that important. Is it because Latin has been said for so long that Jesus got used to hearing it and now likes it? That was too silly. Besides, Jesus grew up using Aramaic. Is it because of the quiet sounds of the church? The priest is mumbling the Latin words but just a while ago he had been singing them and beautiful voices sang loudly from above. Is it the quietude that seems to weave in and out of it all?
Throughout all my guesses, Jesus smiled at me. He wore red again today and this always gives me a jolt for a moment. This morning I remembered that red is for Christmas too, not only sorrow. Ah, red for Jesus birthday. I laughed at my own goof.
I kept looking around the church and taking note of everything until figured out why I thought Jesus felt pleased. Finally, I guess that it was the people. People kneeling with their serious faces turned to the alter, faces filled with rapt, sincere attention, backs straight with knees bent on the padded kneeler. I quickly shifted my self out of my slouch against the seat and knelt upright too. I saw one women wearing a lace scarf pinned to her head, but I won’t praise that because that is tradition taken too far in my opinion, but it showed something of the seriousness that I saw displayed during the mass. Almost as if everyone was just a few steps below holy orders. No one was here to socialize. They were here to give honor to God, Jesus and Mary. Well, that's why I was here too.
I felt I was among kindred spirits. Maybe Jesus knows this too because the first time I came to this church, he told me that this would be my church. He may have meant a place where I would feel at home. I guess I need to learn some Latin so I can quit spending my time flipping through the missal trying to find the right page.
Jesus told me I didn’t need to learn Latin, maybe because I seem able to follow along with the Lord’s Prayer and other small parts. I would follow better if everyone else didn’t speak so fast. I am not complaining, just recognizing that I lack knowledge of Latin and should remedy this situation if 9:30 mass is my preference.
I lack other things too. Sometimes I wish I had more income every month and I could get cable, but then I would watch too much television. No matter, more and more of late, I realize that Jesus and Mary have given me such grand gifts that no amount of wealth could replace. I wouldn’t give back my twenty minutes with Mary’s image during my first meeting for a million dollars. Lately, I feel joyful and abounding in everything. None of us need ask for more in life.
12/25/06
When I read the article in the Free Press of Pope Benedict's message during Christmas midnight mass, it made my heart sing. He said we should think about children forced to serve "as soldiers in a violent world, towards children who need to beg, children who suffer deprivation and hunger, and children who are unloved." Yes, children are victims who can’t improve their own circumstances so need our help desperately. But, I look around and wonder. Aren’t we all children under God? We adult children are also thrown into war, abused and neglected, often unloved, almost erased off the map of the world. Although, I often direct my most light filled, empathic prayers towards children, there probably isn’t anyone on this earth who couldn’t use a prayer or two.
12/26/06
I was wrong about my idea that mental sharing or traveling is only now growing in the population through genetics. It is amazing what we can learn from reading fiction. As I read this huge fiction book, The swarm, by Frank Schatzing, I learned something important and Jesus agreed with the idea. In the book the author has a character speak about the purpose of bird feather headdress that were worn in a number of cultures, such as American Indian and Egyptians and the Inuit. The bird feathers mean consciousness and might include the ability to soar like a bird. The book doesn't give credence to the idea of mind travel, but I certainly do, as does Jesus.
As I read the book and rolled the idea around in my head that mind travel is as old as the Egyptians, Jesus spoke.
At my surprise, he said, “It is true.”
The next question that followed from this idea of mind travel as old as civilization is, “Does it come from a genetic trait that only a few people have?”
I answered my own question as no. It must be a cultural trait, perhaps one reserved for leaders. Many cultures believe in soaring like a bird after using a mind altering substance for religious reasons. The ability to soar like a bird or speak through the mind may come more easily or in greater degree to some people more than others just as many abilities do, but it should be there in all of us if we would agree to believe in it.
I believe certain of us have this ability in such strength that we can reach out to people around the world and even beyond earth into space. Jesus taught me to soar. He has taken me mind traveling to many other worlds, and we will go to more soon. All can go. The sky-tunnel leads anyone who can grasp out into the vast universe to discover its many wonders.
12/28/06
I realized just recently that I have been counting Hail Mary's and Our Father's every day to complete the rosary, and wound up running through the prayers too quickly, just to get done. This is not what Mary intended. She has told me so.
Mary said to me, "This is what I want."
At the time of her words, I had been praying as I sent God's light into the room, then I hugged a specific person in great need.
She wanted me to know that my sharing of empathy and light was preferable to running through the rosary as if I was in a race to get to the finish. Now I just say a Hail Mary at odd times during the day, like when I hang up the towel, walk into the kitchen, do the dishes, drive a short distance, etc. And I don't count any more because I am sure that I will complete a rosary by the end of the day because there are hundreds of little moments during my day where I can say a short prayer to myself.
Eventually, it may even become possible for me to share myself with a child or other person while doing it, but it will take more practice. I am not so good at coordinating my time. I tried it while driving yesterday, and was able to hold a baby in my invisible arms for a short moment. Maybe that is all that is needed for now.
12/29/06
I sat down this morning to meditate and pray, but at Jesus suggestion, we went to visit another world instead. I saved my meditation for later in the day. As we began to walk through the sky tunnel, I remembered that I hadn’t taken any children for a trip through the tunnel for a while, so with a nod from Jesus, we gathered up a few children and invited them to walk in the sky-tunnel with us. They romped and delighted themselves hanging out the windows until we got to the end.
I clapped
and said pop for the kids, and suddenly we all stood in the Cathedral of Light
that the angels built over
The kids took a notion to climb on some underwater rocks to our left, so we all climbed to the top of the cathedral which is open sky. We felt the water fall away and drop off us as we climbed up out of it, even though it isn’t truly water. We stood beneath the blue sky and the whale lifted up into the air and blew water out of its blow hole for us. The kids were delighted.
Then we popped back into the sky-tunnel and said good-by to the kids. Probably this trip with the kids took about one minute of their concentration, but maybe they don't focus the whole time. Sometimes I don't.
I won’t say much about the children who came
with us except to mention one young girl who lives in
Back in the tunnel by ourselves, Jesus suggested we continue on our journey. We walked to the end and stepped off. Suddenly I stood on a deep, spongy carpet, deep maroon in color. I looked around and saw dark blue, hazy mountains far in the distance and a single red sun in the sky. As it turned out, it wasn’t a sun but a moon. It looked like it had a smoke ring around it.
Jesus said, “The sun hasn’t risen yet.”
As I looked around, he added, “We are in a desert.”
We continued walking on the sponge carpet intermixed with dark sand. Growing up out of the red sponge cover was a huge tree, a really giant tree that rose up high into the sky. Its many open roots were as high as any tree on earth and resembled tall columns holding up a Greek temple. The huge body of the tree didn’t begin until it was far above our heads.
We walked beneath the dome like tree. Thin, dark pink tendrils hung down in various spots, but most of the tree's roots were like young auburn saplings without tops.
“This is a young tree growing at the edge of fertile land. The people live in larger, more mature trees further on.”
We continued walking a until we came to a large, standing collection of giant trees. The sun still hadn't risen yet and everything seemed bathed in a dark tinge. At this time everything still looked dim and had a dark red tinge to it. Then the sun began to rise over this desert filled with clumps of giant trees and transformed everything into splendid, bright ruby colors. The dark pink tangles in the new trees we walked towards were bright and lively, the trees themselves were still dark brown but now I could see many deeply lined bark ridges which seemed to give the trees even more height.
The tree we walked beneath now mature legs for roots. Much of the space had been converted into enclosures for the people to live in. Some trees had open partitions that divided into sunny rooms with green fauna. Some rooms were completely enclosed with what looked like weaved grass.
We walked into the middle of a grouping of the giant trees and I saw a few people walking, gathered here and there, and jumping. I looked again, but everyone seemed to be walking normal. Then I saw one person jump again.
Jesus laughed at my surprise. “Notice how small these people are even though the gravity is low. The people have developed a means of jumping with their foot set in a specific position when they want to cover a long distance.
Yes, the people were surprising. They looked like very normal earth people, but they were the size pixies would be on earth, if there were such things. Every person, man or women, was shorter than me. They looked to have tiny, delicate bones. Their smallness combined with the low gravity of this planet must have given them a real edge as to movement.
“Did they evolve here or are they transported humans?”
“All human life has been transported, one way or another, as bits of DNA or otherwise. These people evolved here."
As I stood pondering this, Jesus added, "Remember what I taught you about directed evolution? All the people on human worlds came from similar bio-chemistry, but the number of different variations can be truly amazing."
I looked around with more interest now. I didn't see any variation is the face or limbs of these people except their small lithe bodies. I noticed that the people wore forest colors, greens and browns with a smattering of brighter colors in a few patterns, almost like camouflage. Camouflage meant enemies.
“Do the people have large predators they need to run from?”
“No," was Jesus answer. He added, “They have animals like on earth, smaller number of variations. They have a large cat that is quick and flexible. It can be dangerous.”
I saw an image in my mind of a skinny cat jumping and gliding to pounce on its prey.
Jesus said, “This world is middle of the road, like on Cotton World. Even though it is not a paradise world, it also doesn’t have the complexity and variations of earth.”
I looked around and wondered if the whole world was covered in these strange huge trees. But of course it wasn’t. I had seen mountains and red desert when we first arrived. Jesus can only show me small parts of any world we visit. It would still take a life time to truly explore any planet. Exploration doesn't seem to be Jesus’ main purpose in showing me these civilizations, but how people express worship may be.
This trip was no exception, yet the form of worship was so mild that I missed it at first. One of the giant trees had beautiful color painted and carved into its tall columns and stood completely open on every side. The tiny people didn’t seem to gather inside, but I noticed that as they weaved between tree stalks, they nodded their head. I didn't see any form set aside as special. I did see another person jump out of the stand of tree roots to a far distance. Amazing how they could jump like grasshoppers if they wanted.
Jesus explained to me that the real cause or push of evil was absent on this world, so they didn’t feel the need to worship heavenly beings as much as we do on earth. They know angels as a higher form of people who intermingle among them once in a while.
The giant trees are their main industry, even taking them to the stars. They don’t use metals but grow shoots of the trees in different shapes and forms according to their needs. They conserve the trees because they consider them precious to life. It is the giant trees that keeps their world in proper balance.
As I watched the people walking on the sandy ground around in green tops and pants, some with covered heads or short hair, I realized that they could have ventured to earth in our past. We probably called them pixies.
It was all too strange and I felt tired from the strain of it. We left that world and after I thanked Jesus, he gave me his usual advise, “Write it well.”
12/30/06
Lately, I
have been going to wealthy areas in this country to try and spread the light
and hug people. At first, I found this to be a difficult challenge and it took
me a while to understand why. It believe the reason is that I find it easer to
relate to pain, agony, anger than to relate to people with great wealth. Though
some wealthy people don’t need spiritual prompting. Oprah Winfrey has just
started financed a girls school in
The angels often direct my mental path to certain people. I presume that these are people on a cusp of change, people who are in need of spiritual food. I know even within my own family that a simple hug filled with light and love is not going to change their direction, but I know their soul feels my effort. I have met people as I travel spiritually in the world who's agony or sorrow have hit bottom. My heart goes out to these people most easily and I believe the angels pointed me in their direction.
This
morning we concentrated on
Most of us walked around within this dome of light, hugging people and praying for them. I still find it hard to hold my concentration, unless I encounter a person who seems in desperate need or accepts the spirit of God. That is when my empathy cements me to the spot and keeps me focused.
I then came
back to
12/31/06
I only just realized the similarity and contrast between the dark well and the Cathedral of light. Both are mental doors into another dimension, but one opens to allow evil souls to enter and one opens to a higher dimension where angels reside.
Jesus once showed me a view of earth where earth was wrapped in transparent, multiple layers like an onion. For my sake, Jesus showed each layer as a different color. This closeness helps the angels share the Cathedral of Light with us. At Y's suggestion two other places on earth share in the angel’s world too, but I am not sure where they are.
Just lately, Jesus told me that most worlds don’t have as many layers as earth. This fact is interesting. I suspect that the paradise worlds have the fewest layers, perhaps one where the material layer is intermixed with the spiritual. The people on those worlds walk with God all the time.
The dark well may be an actual thing or a symbol for the current rise in evil. I am not sure. When Jesus showed me the well a few years ago, I saw ghosts climbing out into the surrounding darkness. Only later did I realize that it meant an increase in hate.
I have tried to show people the Cathedral of Light through my writing. Every religion is represented within. Its roof is the sky, and the cathedral is shaped like a cross, which is why I call it a Cathedral. One whole wing of the cross is used by whales and dolphins. I suspect the reason they entered the cathedral was to show us humans that they are spiritual beings.
Jesus has told me that other animals can enter the cathedral but can’t stay but a moment, they might do a quick type of walk-through. This means that a few animals we would not consider capable of spiritual or higher thoughts are more able than we think. Of course, most people refuse to believe that even whales are spiritual. Humans are able to stay a long time, but I suspect that whales can stay the longest because they are not limited by the social use of tools.
For some reason, I sat in the back of the church this Sunday. It was pleasant and active. I was surrounded by a lot of toddlers. Amazing that amid all the bumps, squeaks, whispers, bangs, and cries, the celebration of the mass continued with just as much solemnity as I needed. I love children and could imagine my three year old grandson being told to hush too.
Jesus certainly doesn't mind the children. This morning, he spread his arms out wide and embraced all of the children and their families. It was also Holy Family Sunday. A good time to sit amid the children, but I think I will sit there from now on.