February 05
2/3/05
That was a great speech President Bush gave last night. I realize that he was putting the best light on the state of the union he could and that negative comments will come soon enough, but I thought it was excellent. I loved the bravo and go-get-them feeling of the speech. The effectiveness of the speech even pushed through the severe head cold that was making me miserable; I wanted to get up, right then, and do something for our nation.
I share the same dream that President Bush kept stressing in his speech, freedom, freedom, freedom, for the whole world. Until we achieve that freedom, unity and peace earth will not be allowed to join in the system of other planets that is in space. This is a far off goal, but one we need to begin working towards now.
The President needs to repeat his speech as a pep talk every day so we can all
keep going and keep pushing. Well, I intend to push. I was delighted to hear that Laura Bush will work in
programs for urban youths. Lately, children haven't
been visiting my home for various reasons. Perhaps this is a call from God to
get off my duff and take my love for
I met two young boys this winter, twenty years old and each had no job or even
a prospect for a job. They were willing to shovel show for a few dollars or
anything else they could do. I told one young man he could help with my roof,
but so far, I don't have the money to get even that done, and my children will
do the labor for nothing. Jobs and training seems to be the main problem here
in
We could all use some of the President's strength of purpose and I feel as if he shared his purpose with us last night. Large bodies move slowly, but I hope congress stops hemming and hawing and starts using their energy to move in the direction of getting something done. All of us need to find some part to play in this action towards freedom and peace and if we keep the concern and value for human life upper most in our minds, we can't go far wrong.
2/3/05
As I wrote before, the war isn't just overseas, but in our own backyards. While thinking what I could do for kids last night, I was reminded of a small event that happened to me about fifteen years ago. It points out the trite manipulations that the enemy is willing to use against us. I remember noting that some children couldn't read; so I decided to write and draw a small, simple book. I started it as a series to keep the kids coming back for more. It was a little story about kids finding a football sized space ship in the neighborhood. I wrote a number of pages for two weeks. Then I saw a comic strip in the newspaper that seemed to mock my idea. I found other comments about finding silly spaceships and aliens. I felt put down and degraded. I stopped writing the story.
Now I look back and can better see what had happened or what questions to ask. Back then, I didn't know the mechanism the enemy could use against what I was writing. Now I can see that the comic strip writer had no idea he was mocking me. That the idea had been pushed at him and the same with the other articles that hurt me. I realize now that I gave up too easily and should have kept pushing.
Since the time Jesus came to me and asked me to write, I have not been giving up. I have learned that my writing is valuable and that it may be one way to undo the enemy. So I ask, Is that why I was mocked? To stop me from trying to write? Maybe. I wrote a few very short stories years later for small children. I always had the idea that if their name was in a story, it would give them the push to read it.
The reason I wrote this long spiel of what happened to me is to show people how
the mind of the enemy works, and that if you are a target, no event is too
small for attack. Multiply that small incidence by thousands every day and you
find the terror right here in
2/6/05
Reading over my last entry, I realized there is something else I need to put on the web if I am to teach people about what is going on. This is what happened:
I had my dinning room table covered with maps of the world because I was
checking into whether Revelation letters coincided with any parts of
Actually I did find evidence, even the outline of a devil face made out of triangles, but I have since learned through reading that this is easy to do [do I trust anything I read now?]
So I dropped the idea.
But while this was going on, I decided to take a break. I got a hot cup of tea and went to the bookcase and grabbed a book I had bought recently but not read. The name of the book is British Kings & Queens by Mike Ashley. I carried it back to the table and set it down, then picked it up and opened it.
Suddenly an angry, female voice spoke, as if from above the table, “Where did she get that?”
I was so startled I dropped the
book, but picked it up again. It is a huge tome of a book describing all the
kings and queens of
I found a great deal of it interesting; one reason was because I couldn’t figure out exactly how many kings and queens that have been. I couldn’t calculate their number. At the same time, I was investigating and decoding Revelation. So when I came to the line about 666 being the number of the beast, if you can calculate it, I knew instantly what the number pointed to and ‘No’ I still can’t calculate it; therefore, I still can’t say for sure.
After that experience I read the book of Diana written by her butler. In the book it was reported that she was sure she was being bugged. So much so that she called in an investigator to search for listening devices. As it turned out, the investigator found none. I wasn’t surprised. Of course they would find none, the person bugging her home could use coordinates to locate her and then spy on what she said. That this can be possible is too much for most people’s understanding. I know that, but decided to write it anyway.
I hesitated before putting this information on the web. I don’t want to become like the enemy. I don’t want to gouge at people, control them, manipulate their actions, spread slander, or any do any evil against another person. But I do want to teach anyone who feels the need to escape the darkness what methods might be used against us. The more we know about these methods, the better prepared we are to ward it’s effect off personally, and perhaps from everyone eventually.
I asked Jesus this morning in church if I should put this information on my web site. I have no idea who is reading my note page, if anyone.
His answer was, “It is your choice.”
Which put it back in my own corner. My life is going so well after severe bumps that I don’t want to jar its course; yet, I feel that if I don’t put this information on, the enemy is going to use me in some way. And I am tired of being used. Tired of my ideas being fished out for someone else’s profit. Is that what is going on. Keep her down, force creativity and then milk her for profit? Sounds unreasonable, doesn’t it?
It would take a long while to describe exactly how I have been forced down and trodden on, it is enough to say that Jesus has pulled me up out of darkness. And that is where I stand today.
I thought of this also in church today, the readings were about light, the light that I can finally see and understand.
Isa 58:9 "Then you will call, and the LORD will answer; You will cry, and He will say, 'Here I am.' If you remove the yoke from your midst, The pointing of the finger and speaking wickedness, (NASB) [my underline]
Isa 58:10 And if you give yourself to the hungry And satisfy the desire of the afflicted, Then your light will rise in darkness And your gloom will become like midday. (NASB) [my underline]
Mat 5:16 "In the same manner, let your* light shine before the people, in order that they shall see your* good works and glorify your* Father, the [One] in the heavens. (ALT)
My understanding bloomed at the moment I read ISA 58:10. I could see all of us standing in a pool of dark water, calling out through the black sludge that was overhung with darkness. The answer came as light, breezing down from the sky to the water’s surface to light the whole atmosphere. As we willed it, the light seeped down into the dirty water and made it clean.
The truth is that any life not lived in light is darkness. And oh, so many people can’t seem to find the light. I need qualify my last statement to exclude children because until we become mature we don’t necessarily make valid choices, though bad choices can spell doom even for the young. Some of us don’t mature until very late in life, my self included. God is telling us in this phrase that we can paint the whole world in light if we give it a try, that the fog will lift off the earth.
During the holding of hands and singing of the Lord’s Prayer in church, I could
see God’s light, the Source of life, flowing through everyone. It was a
beautiful sight, as if an aura of light had traveled from one hand to another
as we joined in prayer. Could this be because our minds concentrate in the
words of the song during such a time. An interesting thought because I can’t
always see the light. But I can see how good the people are who go to church.
This church and all churches in
I am still trying to decide what to do for lent. I don’t want to give something up so much as to give aid to someone. Yet, I have done so in the past and now I believe my job is to write. So I have decided to write something each day of lent. I am not sure what I will write yet, but probably my thoughts on that day’s events or non-events. Perhaps I’ll write poem or a story for a young person, not sure.
I still need to check into how I can help with the youth of the city. I tend to be drawn to those most needy who don’t get the privilege of a church going family. It was mentioned in church how a young mother has one child dying of cancer and another child of three years old with no one to take care of it while she is in the hospital. My heart cries out for that mother. I know someone in church who doesn’t need to go to work every day will help her. She won’t be begging for help next week. Sometimes it is our needs that serve as gifts for other people.
2/11/05
Today at work, it was my duty to sit in the high school as hall monitor for a half hour. The kids were so well behaved I didn’t think they needed a monitor, but maybe knowing someone is always watching helps them be better behaved. Well, I didn’t have much to do so I wrote a few poems. They need a lot of editing, but I was amazed that I can always find something to write about even though nothing happens.
I thought about my stories, the ones I have written and the ones I am writing now. I am writing a small book for my granddaughter. All my stories are built on a base of truth, and involve some message I feel I need to share with other people. I wondered if most stories I read are born from this kind of need? I don’t know, I only know that I must always set some grand meaning into print; otherwise, I can’t write.
Yet, all the meaning and drive must come from deep within my soul, how could it be otherwise? How can any of us write and not reveal our true selves to the reader. No matter that we write information from other sources, it still comes from our own heart. The angels tell me tales of events to write about and Jesus takes me on travels (we haven’t went for a while) to other places in the universe that I write about, but it all comes through my own vision. I can’t help coloring what I see with my own voice. None of us can.
But there is so much material to dig into and learn. Believe me, what I have seen and learned so far about our world and human condition is so fantastic and splendid and horrible that there is no idea that can’t be fit into it some place. The truth, or the different levels of truth, are stranger than any fiction we could make up. In the universe God’s gave us, anything that is possible, is potentially already in existence. An astounding concept, but one I believe to be true.
Over the years, I believe it began in the 1980’s, I have seen the tendency for thinking to become closed and narrow. I can’t say what actually happened, but I believe that the enemy of man saw our reach upwards and burst the bubble in an attempt to create a relapse into ignorance as opposed to an increased blossoming of ideas. I don’t mean that we stopped learning, we didn’t, but we may have stopped dreaming.
We can see the same thing happen all through history. A people’s ideas expand
like a bubble over a culture, new ideas, playful philosophies, grand schemes
for mankind. Then suddenly the bubble of new grand ideas gets replaced by war,
or sometimes causes war.
It is my belief that the enemy of mankind is the one who bursts these bubbles of potential movements of great ideas because they are not in the enemies best interest that we think freely. The exception may be new technology because it is as useful to the enemy as it is to us. The enemy, becomes different people thought history, to insure that humanity wallows in the mud, to stay the least of that we can be, not the best. Always it pushes us backwards, back into the middle ages if it can. Now its latest bravo against us is an attempt to move us towards admiring witches, warlocks and wizards. To dream of a power that is against God, a power of darkness and spells.
The 60’s and 70’s were ripe with ideas which showed up in the Science Fiction of the day. but it has slowed down to a trickle today. Even the enemy can’t wave a magic wand to quickly cut off ideas quickly, it can only turn us away by degrees from our ideals. So the trends happen so slow we hardly notice them. But the enemy plans long term and can even push us towards certain fads and trends, such as what kind of art we should like or music or books.
We can be thankful that is not always successful. Some people are stubborn and many people like to buck the system that the enemy pushes at us. Quite a few humans march to a different drummer, in spite of what the enemy would throw at all who oppose it. And make no mistake, when it notices that you are going against the established more it has set up, it pounces.
But the enemy can’t force anything on anyone, it can only tempt and cajole. God has put a major kink in its demands on us by giving us love and free will. A strong belief in human worthiness under God’s tutelage can undo the enemy easily. The more our prayers spread God’s light, the weaker the enemy becomes; until, one day it will be gone for good. That is my prayer.
2/13/05
Speaking of God’s teachings, I was disappointed to hear a leader in our church ask people to turn away from Moslem and Buddhists influences. It was my understanding that the Catholic Church is now trying to bridge the gap between the different religions where once, it considered itself the only one true faith. We are a modern people who know that we live on a world where cultures have learned to see God differently; yet, it is all the same God. Even when a religion has numerous gods like Hindu it still has a major God who is considered Supreme. The same God who we all worship. We should always keep in mind that our God is a God of the total universe and therefore a God who must have an open mind about all the created life within it. Dare we not keep our own minds open?
I have something important to write that Jesus told me.
Jesus said, “Right now the earth is in need of great prayer. The enemy is angry.”
He added that we should pray when ever we can. I try to say a prayer in the car, when I think about it. I also try to send out light waves during quiet moments. None of us can do so all the time, but every moment of prayer helps.
I keep remembering what Jesus said to me one day, “They [the enemies of mankind] hate the light.” That is enough for me to keep spreading the light of the Source around where and when ever I can.
I didn’t do well looking for a group of children to help, but I made up for it by taking a teen shopping for school pants, baby sitting my sick grandson, and writing a book for my granddaughter. I read an article that suggested the reason boys don’t read enough is because there aren’t enough adventure books out there for them. I don’t know the truth of that, but I think I will try and write a book for boys during Lent. I notice that many boys don’t choose to read. It is my belief that if they could just find that one book that speaks to them, they will become readers for life. Nothing would please me more than to write a book that pulls even a single boy into becoming an avid reader. I usually write for girls, so it will take some thinking and work on my part. Can’t wait to begin.
The Sunday Free Press article about why boys don’t read by Mark Bauerlein and Sandra Stotsky stated that there are not enough adventure books for boys in the elementary grades. I can’t say that I’ve see that lack in the schools I substitute in, but I don’t know enough about the subject. They said “stories about adventurous and brave women abound.”
This is probably very true. Even a large number of movies have female heroes now. A possible reaction to the dearth of female heroes in the past. But I hope everyone remembers that women don’t need to go shooting and killing other people to prove their strength. Women have tremendous character in endurance and child birth. Where we women excel best is in our tendency to take care of everyone. We could say it is our job to nurture children, the sick, needy people, and the earth. What task could be greater? It may be that same tendency to nurture people that makes women good in politics, women tend to know what people need most.
I learned something Saturday during meditation. After I joined the circle of light and felt that I was pulsating and had an abundance of light to share, I thought for a moment what I should do. Then I suddenly was next to a young girl’s who’s foot was about to slip on a monkey bar in the playground. She could be seriously hurt. So I used the light built up within myself to push her foot back onto the bar. Next I saw an accident about to happen and somehow, I still don’t know how, I had the car turn before impact so they didn’t hit. Not sure how I did that. But I found a few other instances where I could help too. This really pleased me. It is a new way of using the light. I suspect that we are just beginning to fathom the ways God’s light works and the things we can do with it. As long as we remember the Source of power and light is God’s gift to us, we can’t go wrong.
2/14/05
This morning was beautiful with Jesus. I suggested that we go someplace pleasant and wonderful because I was in need of it. As a small group, Jesus, myself and Y, we walked in the tunnel towards its end. On the way, I touched the side of the tunnel with my hand. I do this all the time as a form of respect. We walked all the way to the end point of the tunnel. Facing us was the illusion of a rippling pond turned on its side.
Sense Jesus suggested that I decide where to go, I thought about beautiful people as we stepped through the rings of waves. Suddenly, we were standing in a lush green forest. As soon as I saw the people, I knew we had come to Silver World. They were squatted down in a circle and rose as we watched. I love the way their skin reflects the green of the forest and blue of the sky. That is why I called it Silver World when I first saw the people. We didn't stay, but the sight of their seeming normalcy pleased me. I remember when they were having great strife.
Since I was leading the way this morning, we went to Ribbon World next. A good decision. Its beauty astounds you as soon as you get there. I was proud to show Y this place Jesus had showed me. In its strange bowl of wonder, we breathed air that is not air and when we walked, it is as if we are walking beneath a layer of water. I never did learn what it is made of exactly.
I joined the procession of gowned people in the procession as did Y. We soon stepped in rhythm with the rest of the weaving line of worshipers. The low chanting from many diverse mouths helped give an eerie atmosphere to the space. The air has a blue tinge which gave us a feeling of being under water. I always get a sensation or feeling of disorientation that makes each step important, as if I was warring magnetic shoes so I could grip gravity.
As usual, the Ribbon Gods floated in and around the procession. I noticed a few visited Y right away. I knew they were receiving a lot of new information from Y and he must be receiving information in return. Then a ribbon God came to me and slowly swayed as it went through my body. This sensation is pleasant and welcoming.
I suddenly realized that Jesus always stands apart when we come to Ribbon world. He stands in the fauna at the edge of the hollow and watches the procession. This is the first time I asked myself why. Why doesn't Jesus join us in the procession? Then I realized what the answer must be. It is because he is already a God so knows what the Ribbon Gods know and has nothing to add or take from their purpose which is the gathering of knowledge. Jesus already has what he needs to know.
I love the exchange of knowledge I get here. It is knowledge I receive, but I don't know or remember what it is until a later time. Then it sifts into my awareness as if it always belonged there. Usually that is how information is exchanged.
But I remember one time when I got immediate information from a Ribbon God. I
suddenly saw a Ribbon God wiggle downward and seem to crash to the ground. I
was stunned because this was very strange behavior. It wasn't until later that
I learned that the airplane had crashed down in the outskirts of
After we left Ribbon World, Jesus said that more people will start joining our group for traveling. It is part of his purpose in teaching. I agreed it would be pleasant to have more people join. I suspect it will be like the circles of light when we gather to expand the Source within the circle. The circle never expands to large proportions even though many people join. The size of the circle always stays within seeable boundaries. Perhaps it is because that is all we humans can tolerate. I suspect that the groups who come with us through the tunnel will be like. No matter the number, it will always seem to be only a few. This is just a guess on my part. Later people will branch off to form their own groups. It is the way of heaven.
Before Jesus left, I told him I loved him. "I want you to understand that I love you deeply.” I said, “I think people may try to say that I don't."
Jesus said, "A time will come when they will see that you love me."
2/15/05
The circle’s light first came from mine and other people's center, then
gradually grew into a light so intense it was blinding. Then it flowed through
all of us and into our souls. Sometimes I like to think of the light from the
Source is being like particles of love neutrinos because neutrinos can
penetrate all matter. When I felt filled with light, I stood in the center of
I looked around and saw a glow come from every nation on earth. I even saw a nugget of light glow from beneath the sea. As we all stood glowing with light, I felt totally embraced by love and peace. A love experience for the whole world if we accept the love particles breathed out by God that flowed in and around everyone. The experience was so wonderful, that even now, after I have stopped meditating I still feel vibrant with the light’s inner momentum. The soul’s energy keeps working inside the sea of love for a long time.
Interesting that throughout the bible good is compared to light and evil to darkness, a reference to sight verses blindness. But only now do I understand how the light mentioned in the bible doesn’t refer to real light or darkness. Light in the bible refers to God’s light or the Source which is the breath of God. A light that we can’t see with our eyes, only our mind. Jesus used the reference to light often, and he also meant the light that must be seen with the mind. I call this land of potential light the psychic or realm of the soul. It is an arbitrary name for something I can hardly understand. But I know that the more our souls expand with light, the closer we come to living as God intended. That is enough for me.
2/16/05
I remember reading through the years how the angels often tease humans. A memory that comes to mind is when they told the prophet of the Mormons where he should dig for gold tablets. I don’t know if he ever found them, but they are lost now. The angels lead us towards treasure because they know that if it glitters we will follow our nose. But the real treasure they call us to is not gold, it is the pursuit of knowledge and the cause of change. The angels have helped us achieve this knowledge and change as we follow their trail. Their hope is to save us from ourselves, we should at least listen.
Actually, they did lead me to an actual treasure once, so they told me. They used my reading of Revelation to lead me up my own stairs to the old book case where I found my old poetry of twenty years ago. According to the angels, it is valuable. To me it has little value because it doesn't pay my bills. So I ask, how much can it be worth? No one hardly reads poetry anymore. But they are from the future so know better than I do.
2/18/05
As usual I began meditation by expanding the light within my own body and then watched God’s light grow intense in the middle of the circle, fill it and flow back to fill all of us. With my eyes closed, I see the light and feel a soft sensation as it fills space and myself. This morning I believed I accomplished some extra well being for earth. I remembered what the angels said to me often, even years ago, that I should spread the light of God.
They once said to me, “You will turn the streets to gold.”
This morning I decided to give it a
try. I imagined the streets and homes filled with golden light beginning where
I live. Then I moved the golden glow outwards all over and through
When I meant to continue on to
I kept trying to hold up my part of this golden rainbow, but couldn’t for too long a time. Y told me not to worry because it is natural to leave go of the image. Finally, the golden world reduced back to my own small neighborhood and then a small nugget of glow that I try to keep going much of the time.
This is what Jesus requested that I do last Lenten season, and I wasn’t able do it. This year, I am better at keeping the light going more of the time. Jesus nodded that this is true. So I am learning.
Then before I stopped meditating, I traveled around the world to see if someone
needed my help in any way. I chanced upon a young boy in
2/17/05 - note
This is another explanation for Revelation 13:18. The verse that has always caught our imagination and fancy because it is so strange. In some ways, it is not. I need to correct what I wrote earlier, because there are more ways of reading the number.
Rev 13:18 Wisdom is needed here; one who understands can calculate the number of the beast, for it is a number that stands for a person. His number is six hundred and sixty-six. (NAB)
Rev 13:18 Here is the wisdom-the one having understanding, let him calculate the number of the beast, for it is the number of a person; {and} his number {is} 666. (ALT)
Reading it straight, another way of interpreting the words ‘number that stands for a person’=a title that signifies a person. His.= history or historical. Number = place or title. Is x hundred and 66. This way of reading means the number could mean 166 or 666.
The calculation comes in when we try to figure out who the title might fit. For instance there have been many popes and it isn’t easy to number them. Kings and queens usually carry titles or can count their standing from the beginning. I think I have figured it out, but I am unable to calculate or count the number of kings and queens because I am don’t know enough about history. The book I read on the subject wasn’t explicit enough about the number of titles or names.
2/19/05
Even before I sat down to meditate this morning, my friend Y said he wanted to lead us through the terminal this morning. I was glad to agree. It pleases me to have someone else take the lead. I was curious because he seemed to have a specific place he wanted to go. Jesus smiled knowingly at this thought. He knew where Y wanted to go. Wherever we went, I knew I would learn something new. I always learn new ideas when Jesus leads me to different worlds.
So the four of us, another person came with us today, stood before the rings of matter at the end of the tunnel and Y led us through. We suddenly found ourselves standing on soft, red sand next to a dark body of water. There was a small bright moon in the sky. The deep colors and moon signified that it was evening on this world. The play of colors beneath the moon gave the scene an eerie, beautiful tinge of orange color to the waves of sand.
We walked for a while and came to a group of sharp stone hills. There was larger mountains in the background that shown dark in the moon light. We walked up an incline through scrub brush and large rocks until we reached the top. We stood at the top amid the trees and looked down into a shallow hollow. A large group of people were busy at different activities.
Fires were blazing and there was much walking too and fro. I wasn’t sure if we were witnessing a permanent village or a camp. There wasn’t any housing or technology obvious. The people were small and their skin was amber to brown.
This was when I realized that Y had brought us to Mars, a Mars of long ago. He is very wise so I watched for the reason he brought us here. Jesus always has a reason too. After I watched the people for a while, I saw a large number of them begin to line up at one spot across the camp. They stood below a outcrop of rocks and waited until they gathered most of the people, then began a slow climb up into the hills. The line went up over and turned around rocks and through narrow paths and then came out again and back down the mountain. When the people came to the floor of the hollow, they continued around the parameter of the area in a steady procession.
I suddenly realized that it was religious in nature. Many of the people were carrying objects and others were moving their hands and heads to chants. We learned that it had been a holy procession when we went closer and saw that the ground was wore down where they had walked. Even the stone was wore down by inches, so it must be an old path they followed during the procession up and down the mountain.
Next, when the procession was over and the people went back to their activities, we went into one of the many caves that lined the area. Here we found a few people wearing long robes, the people outside just had on such normal looking cloths that I hadn’t noticed what they were wearing. The robed ones, about four of them, were involved in a religious ceremony. They were praying over a circle as they sprinkled sand into a picture. They were creating a sand painting.
I was amazed at this, but looked over at Jesus and Y who both seemed to know what we would find here. Interesting. The people of Mars were doing what the Navaho Indian’s and Buddhists have done for centuries, create sand paintings.
We watched the painting grow for a while and the prayers. The sand painting looked like nothing I could recognize, like nothing I had seen before. It was made of vivid colors but most of it was made of swirls and squiggle lines. I couldn’t see how it represented their world, but I was sure it did.
Then as we watch, a tiny whirl wind or dirt devil danced over the edge of the circle, actually I think it was a form of Mandela. The whirl wind had smeared the edge and entered the circle. Like a small tornado it kept going to the center. There the sand followed it around until the colors were all mixed up and resembled a spiral. I thought at that moment, if this Mandela represented the world of Mars, they were headed for destruction.
I could see that the people saw this too.
Jesus nodded to me that what I had surmised was right. He said, “It is their means of prophecy. It foretells great destruction of their world.”
I could see that the people around the four robed creators were in great distress.
Jesus added, “They have repeated the sand painting often but always arrive at the same result.”
It was very sad. I was glad to leave because we know now that what the painting foretold came true. When I got back I made a special effort to pray for my family and shine the light as much as possible on anyone I knew. I know few people. I shined the light towards my sister who has been sick. I still call her sister because we grew up together and believed it to be true all that time. I think it is only natural that I do so. I prayed for her and my children and all of us that our world doesn’t go the way Mars did.
2/19/05
I have only just now realized that the people who need my help in
There are large groups of people in other parts of the world who use their minds to communicate with each other. My friend Y told me that he keeps in touch with his followers all the time with mind to mind communication. We can only guess who else is doing so.
It is certainly an easer way to communicate and cheaper. I can’t afford a cell phone because of the high cost per month. Unfortunately, most of the people I know and might need to talk with, are too young to be greatly spiritual. It takes deep spirituality, at both ends, to be able to communicate between minds. I would advise people to use a phone if they are lucky enough to have one, but perhaps they should learn not to be overly dependent on it.
I can imagine that the enemy pushes a need for telephones at us. Anything to prevent or stop us from using the true abilities God gave us. We would be amazed to learn all of them. I certainly am each time Jesus sends me down another path of knowledge and ability. We all need to follow his advise so we can all walk up the stairway to heaven.
2/20/05
It is interesting that a few scientists have found chemical signatures that show there might be life on Mars. A number of years ago, when Jesus first took me to Mars, he showed me a bug that was living there. It resembled a centipede with sharp markings. I only saw it for a moment. But Jesus told me at that time that there was larger life on Mars too. I have been hoping some camera would run across one of those bugs. Wouldn’t that be something. But the bug was so little, and Mars is so big.
Another point to make about Mars is the face that everyone denies is there even though photos have been taken of it years ago. Of course it doesn’t look like a face up close. It wasn’t meant to. We do the same thing all the time with magazine photos that are composed of small dots and large earth works. The people who lived at the top of that high mountain in Peru did real large earth works. We have all seen photos of the birds and other animals that can only be seen from the sky. The face on Mars may be a sign meant for us on earth, even a welcome home message.
2/20/05
I started crying a little in church today when we sang the song, “Near the Cross.” Lent does this to me because I am forced to remember what Jesus did for us and what he keeps doing for us. I thought of Jesus becoming as white light for the apostles on that mountain. He glowed with God’s light, with a soul light so bright and powerful that those simple men could see it. This is the same light we gather within ourselves from the Source. Although, to us, it remains invisible to the eye. We don’t know how to concentrate the light’s power like Jesus did. But imagine if all of us expanded God’s light upon earth, imagine how beautiful the glow from earth would become.
So I cried as I remembered the time I spoke to Jesus from the 20th century as he agonized in the garden about his decision. My voice told him that he will be remembered even 2,000 years from that time. “All of earth will know you and love you,” I said. I feel sad about his death because I still wish he hadn’t sacrificed himself. This is my own personal grief that I always go through during Lent.
A man who could become filled with light, gave his body up on a painful cross. I cringe at his choice even today. I also ask all the time, “Was it worth his suffering? Did he change the way we think? Are we closer to God than before?” The answer is yes to every question. But most of all, Jesus isn’t done teaching us. He is still giving.
I remember in my book I said that I called Jesus and Jesus heard me. What I really meant was that I called with the mind and when Jesus heard that call he knew humans were ready for the next step. The next step is spiritual awakening to the universe that calls to us. This is why he teaches even today and why I write. It is to start all of us on that road that he began so long ago. One day, we will all glow just as Jesus did. That will be his final gift to us.
2/24/05
The baby, Sun Hudson, must live and I will tell you why. I read the article in Thursday’s newspaper about how it is suffocating because of too small lungs and I felt great pity for the baby. Perhaps, I thought, it would be best if it would die a natural death. But then I read further. The mother is picking up thoughts from this baby and sending her own to the boy. That is why she named it Sun, it’s mind is as bright as the sun.
I was feeling so sorry for the mother and hopeless sad because the baby will suffocate soon.
But then an angel spoke to me and said, “It will not die.”
“It won’t?” I asked.
“It will live a long life.”
Wonderful. I know that the angels have put special babies on earth for us. Maybe they tweek a few genes or help select for strong ones that are preferred. It is their gift to us. They are trying to help us improve our world and ourselves. So when the mother says she is in communication with her baby telepathically, I believe her.
The doctors say it is slowly smothering. They don’t know that the enemy is after this baby and doesn’t want baby Sun to live. It will live. I hesitated to write about it because when I pray for someone, it can draw the enemy close too, but in this instance the enemy is already at the door. No, it will not win this time.
That mother, Wanda Hudson, will win. A verse in the bible says, “An infant will lead them.” This may be that infant. By all means, keep this baby alive. It may one day tell us how to save ourselves.
2/25/05
Eureka. I have made an interesting discovery, maybe a great one. Our minds are like the internet, all potentially connected together into one world wide web stuff. I came to this knowledge by asking one simple question: How can the enemy interfere or influence our choices. This also helps answer the question of how God knows each one of us individually, as Jesus once said, every hair on your head. Our minds are open to God. The enemy who is always trying to copy God, has learned how to use this mental internet as a means of influencing us. This is a far more dangerous means of influence than an advertisement because it is one we don’t know about. It could be compared to sticking hidden messages between flickers of light.
I thought of my own writing and how the enemy has put road blocks up. Many other blocks too, but my book is an easy example. If I could write the perfect book, the enemy could still block it. How? How can this enemy know who might publish a work or buy a book? Our population is diverse and large; the enemy could not have the power to influence everyone’s mind at once, so how does it block a number of people from doing a simple act like buying a book?
The only way I can think of is if the enemy uses something like a search engine through a million avenues at once. A search engine is constantly sending out little web bots to check what is new on all the web pages. Then when we ask for a reference, it is able to give us hundreds. This is the only way I can think of that the enemy could use against us all the time without our knowing. I suspect that the enemy of mankind sends out through the biomass internet of speech and sound checking for certain spoken words about a subject. In this way, it can zero in to influence people.
Of course, the reverse can also be as true. We can also be influenced easily because the enemy knows when we are most subject to temptation. This may be how the enemy influences many of our decisions.
I am convinced this same enemy has its fingers sticking in the pot of Wal-Mart, or has influenced its leaders. I can see the same pattern emerging in the present that emerged other times the enemy was in power, whether during Hitler or slavery. It is the notion that some people have no value in themselves and are only worthy of being enslaved. Hence, the lowest possible wages for workers while the company makes billions. This, in an atmosphere where jobs are so desperately needed, workers will take any job they can get. When people asked for higher wages at a Wal-Mart factory in another country, it closed it down. Now the people have nothing. A low wage is better than no wage.
So what to do? The problem is wide spread and can’t easily be stopped or changed. The only thing that I can see that would stop it is to cut down on greed. A lot of greed might be stopped if we begin to understand why and how it is welded to our minds in the first place. We are driven by the enemy to have more and more and more. People with great money can be enslaved too. I shop at Wal-Mart for dog food because I get a good deal. Like other people who live in America, I can afford to spend a few extra dollars if the cause is worth it. I have decided it is. All people should have needed employment, and even better, a job that pays a living wage.
The enemy even tries to prevent me from exercising each morning. I have only begun. Well, you might say, that is trite and not worth bothering with. but if you think about it you will realize that most of our lives, our actions every day, are trite. Seldom do any of us do anything of major importance. So when something I want disappears from the shelves, or the kids stop visiting, or I eat too much and don’t exercise, it is all trite, but it makes up a large portion of my life. What the enemy hasn’t been able to do so far is stop me from writing. It has tried. My computer has been stolen, my web site wouldn’t work, etc. Right now, I can’t get back into Yahoo Personals even though I uploaded my photo. This may be another trite thing that the enemy has prevented me from having, and that is a boyfriend. I am not the only one. Believe me, you are targeted too.
Oddly, it does ignore some people most of their lives. This assures that they don’t believe in evil, that they make it to success stage, and that the enemy will then have more to hold over their heads. The enemy can’t attack everyone all the time. It must select out only a few at a time to actually attack. It can maybe influence a majority, but not attack every person at once. I am learning the traits of this enemy because I want to spread the word and knowledge. The more we know, the better we can protect ourselves. So far as I can find out, the best protection for us rests in God’s light.