7/1/06
Yesterday I had a group of children I had just taken to the top of the world and wondered if I should show a child that they can fly too.
Jesus stepped in to my mind right then and said, “It is enough to travel with the children. You need to do this for three or four years.”
As soon as he said this to me, I realized he was right. I should wait until the children ask, then show them what I know. I need to remember how many years it took for me to learn. I need to take it slow with children. They have their whole social and physical world yet to explore. It is enough to show that the mind need not be confined to a single space or time, at least for a few minutes. I intend to continue to take children to various places, but I probably won’t write about it often. I am sure that other people will do the same.
I feel absurdly hopeful about the future, and not because we have won, but because we have learned to recognize the enemy. When you find someone who has a total disregard for people, who treats them as slaves or Sims in a computer game, you have found the enemy. No matter that they portend to live a normal human life, they are no longer normally human. They have become a God-like ego-manic exploiter following Satan.
Now to what I just read in the newspaper this morning about charging everyone who owns a home in Detroit a flat rate of $300.00 a year. There were a number of ways to get the extra money, go back to the 3% income tax, or raise household taxes. The mayor chose not to do either of these things. He chose the path that would hurt the most low income people he could, (but not the slum lords). Six hundred jobs would not be lost if they had raised the homestead tax. That extra tax would have been rated according to the value of the home. Now with $300.00 flat tax, the rich will feel a prick of pain and the low income will feel a heavy iron descend on top of them.
Someone needs to start a petition to get this play-boy mayor out of office, immediately.
7/1/06
I doubt if many engineers or geophysicists read what I write here, but someone may play with just the right kind of hobby to understand what I saw one night. I am told that one person did invent this method, but the method was rejected, and the person is now dead. So if you do finally figure out what this system is based on, watch your back.
It is time to explain once more what happened one night on a travel with Jesus.
Jesus took me to a world, it could have been a far future earth; I am not sure. I did see a house in the distance. We stood back amid trees and hedges, about five feet away, to watch angel-like people show us their energy system.
They lifted off a cover, then reached down and with a person on each side, pulled up a huge, green glowing block. They lifted it half way out of the hole. I walked closer to look at it.
The type of substance it was made out of eluded me.
Jesus has told me since that the material is abundant and the power is limitless.
I have been thinking about this. Why didn’t Jesus tell me what the substance was? Maybe because it was a combination of chemicals or rocks that I wouldn’t understand. It also might be a special method of exciting those certain chemicals, say with sound? Or by some other means. Here is what I think I saw:
Non radioactive material
Green glow
Simi oblique
Kept underground (for preservation)?
Produces wireless power
Kept in container with large handles (could be solid or gas form)
Material glowed in the night, but may not glow in the day
Must give off some kind of waves
Probably a converter of some kind to make it useable in a home or vehicle.
Is it possible that a converter would turn this energy into useable electricity? Would it give the same amounts of energy we are used to or less? It doesn’t matter because we are going to need to learn to live with less before long.
Here is what I believe is true. It is used as a form of energy that covers a wide area under the ground and it is picked up and converted to be used by the home and vehicle. I don’t know how large an area such a block, 4 x 5 would cover. I can foresee each yard having its own smaller block. But then again, there may need to be a critical amount of the substance in order for it to work.
So I ask anyone with some smarts, as opposed to my own dumbness, who reads this to play with the idea and come up with free and cheap energy. Initially, it may not be cheap, but would be in the end. Cheap, free energy may present its own problems one day, especially if the big oil companies get their hands on it. So keep them off the ideas until the idea is well established.
I know this seems really nuts, but it is certainly time to try nutty notions. We are in trouble and need to find a solution as quick as possible. And then hope the government backs it up.
7/1/06
This morning I joined with a number of familiar faces and new ones to encircle the globe of earth. Then we went down to shine our inner light in various places. It is interesting that once we feel the amazing light pour out of our center, we want to use it again and again. One time, for a small second, I watched the light pour out of me. I have been trying to duplicate the effect ever since, but have been unsuccessful. Using the light gives us the feeling that we are doing something to better our world, and I believe we are, the effect just isn’t noticeable right away.
I found an article that gave us the
hot spots on the earth where severe conflicts are raging. If we know where they
are on a map, then we can visualize ourselves going there and spreading the
light of God An article in the free Press reported that the Stockholm
International Peace Research Institute reports that major, armed wars have
lessoned since 1991, but the ‘free for all conflicts’ now going on around the
world can almost defy definition. They gave a list of the hot spots
They did not list
7/6/06
I am upset at the system. Not for myself or my own situation, although I did attempt to apply for medical assistance so I could have my knee x-rayed. I don’t know if I should celebrate or cry that I have slightly too much income. I was astonished to learn that in order for a single person to get medical assistance, and I assume any other kind of assistance, the person needs an income of less than $125.00 per week before taxes are taken out. If this amount of income isn’t destitute in the extreme, I don’t know what is. This is what our government’s Human Services (welfare) has come to. On top of that, the money bags in congress have put a five year limit on all Human Services. I just read that they are trying to cut this five year blessing to two years—for life.
As if anyone can predict the number of years a distress will last. What about the men and women coming out of jail who will never get a job because regular people need jobs first. Or what about a family who looses their job and can’t find another for a long time? What valid reason could anyone come up with for preventing aid to Americans in distress?
Well, Jesus
warned us, didn’t he. He said, pointing to the end times, those who have more
will get more and those who have less will get less. This is certainly
happening in today’s
I was going to say that the point must be to divide the country, but actually, I can’t say what the point is because I can’t understand it. It seems to me that an insane god is attempting to drive the world with its own madness. Notice the small g and I apologize for using the title for this being. It is not my God doing this. Some one or, more likely, some group with too much power is providing the ammo for the dirty work. Their thinking is so corrupted they pull everyone down to their level.
I learned something about Plato that I didn't know before. He suggested that humans were puppets and our strings are being pulled by fake gods. I am coming to the same conclusion. Yet, this bit of supposed knowledge gives more reason for hope than at first light. The reason is that knowing the enemy is half the battle, and the means to win. Plato said the only way to cut the strings was to use the human facility of reason. I agree that reason is good, but what if the enemy has finally went insane. In that case, the light may provide our only defense and deliverance from the strings. So keep spreading your light around the earth.
7/7/06
I learned a good lesson from Jesus this morning, or should I say, re-learned. We all know much, but forget to live it. I felt a slight urge not to meditate or talk to Jesus this morning. I looked at myself and wondered why. Have I come to think of it as a chore? Something that needs to be done each morning? I felt ashamed and was determined to bury those feelings, if that’s what they were.
I did meditate and sent out the light in huge volumes of glistening light. I also called on other people to join their inner light to mine. We poured out light all around the globe with the angels helping. The beauty of light surrounded and filled me and I wondered how I could have hesitated this morning. The light was so powerful it lit up the whole Cathedral and I got up to walk a few steps to admire the statues.
It was at this point that I remembered what I had neglected for one or two weeks. How could I have done so? I don’t know. I think I get pushed backwards more easily than most people because I put myself on the web. Please remember to stay close with the circle of light and not speak of it to many people. In this way, you will be safe.
What I suddenly remembered was that for a couple of weeks I hadn’t went to the bench in front of Mary’s statue. How could I have forgotten? My presence is not needed, but I want to help people who feel they are in need. The hug that only takes a second feels good to me too.
So where have I been that I forgot? I didn’t forget some things like taking the children on trips through the Cathedral. The failure must slipped up on me when I wasn’t paying attention. The reason I wasn’t paying attention was because I had bouts of annoyance against this enemy who I perceive as attacking me. It was taking my mind for a roll in dirt now and again. Was I feeling sorry for myself because I almost qualify for welfare or because of other personal problems.
Ok, no one wants to read about my bouts of self agony or dislike for an enemy I can’t seem to stop. This is where Jesus stepped in to teach me this morning.
After I had meditated, I sat with Jesus and Y on the side of the mountain next to the trickling water fall and I could still feel my tendency towards upset because I asked Jesus, “What can I do about this enemy.”
Remembering the light that I helped pour into the world I thought about how beautiful I had felt just moments ago. Thinking of the enemy made me upset again.
Jesus said to me, “Which state of mind feels better?”
It was as if my eyes opened up for the first time with the realization that I had been hurting myself by allowing myself to feel anger and hurt. Spreading the light and goodness around to people around the globe feels so much better than allowing myself to be consumed with irritation and distress. If I feel the light all the time, it would be better for my soul and feelings.
So should I ignore the ugliness of the world as it effects me? Can I? Would it be possible to walk around with a glow of love all the time? Well, perhaps some people can do this, but can I? Should that be my ultimate goal?
Here Jesus suddenly answered my question. “Yes,” he said.
I think about this answer, I roll it around in my head, and think some more. But what about the hurts I feel within this cage, what about the injustices I recognize, what about the actual hate directed at me by this enemy, what about…what about….Well, the list could go on, but what’s the use? Grow up Diane, I say to myself. Walk in the light, thereby spreading the light, and let the hurts and angers and injustices take care of themselves. Justice will come eventually.
In fact, just the other day, Jesus told me this after I explained my worry. Even though most of us never truly speak, but only nod to one another in greeting, I have been worried about persecutions someday against people who communicate mentally. We are doing something that the enemy doesn’t like, so I worry about the future. Jesus said that it should not happen, not this time.
He said, “This time the good will win.”
I think he is referring to the children who have the potential to grow up and change the world for the better. Might he also be referring to his own persecution and that of his followers. It may not happen this time. We need to make a world where the innocent are not crushed and stomped upon like grapes.
So, personally, instead of complaining
all the time and letting upsets flow in to my psyche, I will try to keep the
light shinning. I will make an effort to ignore the hurts of this world and
weave God’s light throughout the kingdom of earth until it is fit to be the
Heady words from someone who just a few minutes ago agonized over my faults, but I will try. And I will keep taking the children to visit the “Church with the whales in it” and the “Top of the world,” and the “Tunnel that grows into the sky.”
I had one little boy who was so inquisitive that after I showed him the whales and dolphins swimming in the church and I said, I have something else to show you next time, he said, “I want to see it now.” So I took the children to the mountain on top of the world. Then I took them into the sky tunnel to a the world Jesus showed me to with all the animals not too long ago. The kids loved walking among the animals and patting their sides. The animals couldn’t see us but seemed skittish because they could sense something was different. It didn’t matter to the children.
I plan on taking many children through the sky tunnel to visit interesting places on earth and maybe a few other worlds. I need to keep in mind that to a young child, all the world is a wonder. It pleases me to know that many of you are doing the same. Together, we will make earth a better fit for all.
7/10/06
I am who I am. I love Jesus. I love God. I have spoken to Jesus and God and Mary. All is well. My only point now is to teach the children what Jesus taught me. Now I see the purpose in what Jesus taught me. The enemy would try to control the minds of people I contact, but who can say who it is if we gather together mind to mind? Who can stop the children from learning to walk in the sky when there are billions of children to choose from, billions in need of escape. Escape from what? Maybe the future we have bequeathed them.
My job is to live a good life, write of what I learn from heaven, and teach the children how to walk in the sky. We are all children compared to the people of heaven, but we are broken and disfigured. Sure we are intelligent and productive but what does this have to do with maturity in the spiritual realm. Ironically, true maturity is the ability to become open, loving, and imaginative like children.
Almost two
thousand years ago, Augustine wrote the City of
The
description of the City of
I haven’t joined her for a while because the last time I did I got sort of a shock in understanding. I am still trying to figure it out, but I will explain what happened.
I was just sitting and thinking. Suddenly she came to me, but not as a little ten year old girl, this time she was a young, sweet girl of about twenty.
She said, “What are you doing?”
I felt taken back by her age. But as my mind flipped over in puzzlement, she acted as if everything had become clear to her.
She said, “Oh, I see. I will control the mosquitoes if it is what you need.”
Then she was gone.
I sat and puzzled over this and am still puzzling over this. I am her on her world as a child. I need to ask why did I put myself at an earlier age if she is older? How can I continue to join with her in an early age if she is now a young lady? Does the mix up have something to do with time, or the lack of time. What will happen when she too gets old?
Jesus spoke to me just then, but what he said didn’t explain much. He said, “There is no death where Alia lives.”
This implies there is no old age either, yet I have talked to Old John a number of times. He reminds me of a spiritual monk, or father figure. How is he old? Or perhaps I should ask why? Didn’t he once tell me, “I have always been old?” Does he choose to be old? It gives him an aura of respectability and authority? Did I need that in him? Yes, I admit I did. Yet, I am sure he goes around as such even when I am not visiting. He is probably comfortable with who he is and prefers to stay that way.
7/10/06
I haven't sat outside and talked with Jesus like I used to do all summer. It is July already. We have had a pleasant summer so far, so I have no excuse. I came out to mow the grass and got half done.
Alia was with me as a young lady again. I asked her what I should do as far as writing about us. I mean at what age. She said it didn't matter, that I was right, it is like a vivid memory.
This pleases me because I am not sure I am ready to write my life as a young, lady yet. It is hard enough to write about another world while I sit on this one, let alone be too adult about it. As a child, I can claim ignorance and not worry about factual matters, but most of all, I like looking out of the enthusiastic eyes of a child and running through the grass with pleasure.
As I lay in the grass next to Jerry twirling a tiny flower in my hands, I suddenly looked at him and wondered if he was also a person on earth. It is common here on Shambala. I have learned that this is the major talent of the adults. At the same time they do chores or take care of business on their own world, they travel to other worlds to give aid and help where it is needed.
I mentioned to Jesus that I feel neglectful about not sitting and talking to him in the early evenings. He told me it doesn't matter.
He said, "You are sharing the knowledge I gave you."
I thought of the children. They believe right away, there is no hesitation to their step into the sky tunnel. Some may think of it as a short dream, but I will keep going back until they understand it is true. Sometimes a child will ask a question, but never if what we look at is unreal. Well, I need to qualify that statement. One child did ask as we stood on the moon why we could still breathe. I told him it was because we are using our minds to travel, not our physical bodies yet. I added the 'yet' because I don't want to discourage any child from learning how to travel instantly in the future. I have seen people do this on the New Earth, so I know it is possible.
After the boy asked the question, I told the children to look towards the cloudy blue marble in the sky. It was so close as if we could touch it.
I told them, "That is where you live."
I watch their amazement and wonder at seeing their home world hanging in the sky above them. When I first began traveling with Jesus, I was afraid of getting lost, so I make sure I tell these children that they can go back home at any time with a blink of the eyes or a clap of the hands. Sadly, I have been told that it is important that I concentrate on taking American children into the sky tunnel. I assume this is because we are more materialistic and so we need extra help expanding our minds. Will do.
7/11/06
This
morning we all met with Jesus on the mountain again. By all of us I mean
myself, Y, the religious leader in
I asked Jesus something specific about time this morning. I thought of the time mix up with Alia but I also wondered how we can meet together, yet be busy at other things.
Jesus said that when we meet like this we have stepped out of time’s flow. In other words, we are above the system that we call time. This is interesting. It implies that time exists for earth and not earth for time. Perhaps when we use our minds to speak our thoughts become like neutrinos. I only suggest this because neutrinos move beyond time and through matter.
When I visit Alia during her (our youth). I go to the time of my own choice, like a memory. When I pick up the kids and take them into the sky tunnel I don’t worry about whether they are sleeping or playing or what ever else they might be doing. It only takes a subjective moment to walk the tunnel and go visit the elephants or walk in the church with whales and dolphins. What ever game or task they have been playing will hardly notice their concentrated absence for a less than a minute.
I need to
write about one young boy from
While all of us, about twenty kids, stood near the African elephants I wondered how elephants show respect for God. I have learned somewhat how the whales and dolphins use motion as a form of prayer. I not sure about elephants.
Suddenly
the young boy from
Another thing about the travels I just learned this morning is that when I focus on a specific item, for instance, if I rub my hand on the young elephant’s leg and feel the hair and rough skin, this gives all the children with me that same sensation. They see and feel what I am seeing and feeling. As I looked up at the sun which was very hot yet small in the sky and at the tall yellow grass nearby, the children saw this with me.
I got side tracked writing about the children; first I wanted to write about the group who meets and the hot spots in the world that need God’s light the most. We have noticed that specific places that are in great turmoil the people who are wrapped in darkness show up easily. I don't think this is because there are more of these people, just that their anger comes to the surface? I don’t know why this is. It is as if people in the area have shown their dark side to us all of a sudden. Most people have light within, but some people are gray and some dark. We have tried to help the dark ones, but it is hard even through we surround them with light. The people surrounded by gray we can help. We did one tall man this morning. We surrounded him and sent the light at him in powerful waves. He walked out and shook his head as if the plan was more than he had bargained for. He may have been saved but it tool a great deal of effort on our part.
The light worked in this instance, but what good does it do when we send it around the world, when we don’t concentrate on a single person but on whole groups and nations. I can hardly see any difference, yet Jesus tells me that it helps.
I need to find an analogy that will explain how the light works beneath the surface, but will one day bloom. I haven’t thought of one yet, but Jesus told me I would.
He reminds me that this is not a game, that souls are at stake. I imagine with horror what happens to any soul that looses out, a soul that doesn’t go to God. I don’t want to think about it.
I know that many people don’t believe what I write, as I said before, I can’t spend time on trying to prove my writing, but I thought of this in regard to motherhood. I can’t imagine a mother not wanting their child to walk in the sky tunnel to learn such an amazing ability, even if they didn’t believe it themselves because what if its true? What if such children are the lucky ones who will follow Jesus to the New Earth? If only we all had such love as a mother for a child, how different the world.
7/19/06
I joked with Jesus and said that maybe we humans are Sims in a computer game being controlled by powerful people wearing virtual gloves. Sims who fight wars and slaughter ourselves by the millions for reasons we can barely explain.
He said, "It is not a game, Diane. Souls are at stake."
He meant I should not make light of the menace that is after our souls. Our souls are being pulled by these players wearing the virtual gloves that reach into our psyche. Virtual strings as Plato said, pulled by the Gods. These aren’t gods, but people grown superhuman by might and power.
This reminds me of my new novel with the characters, Gog and Magog. I have them as two powerful minds, one so saintly it would destroy all humanity to save us, and one who… well never mind for the moment, just read the book. I call it the book you are not supposed to read.
I will put it on my web site in two versions, a free version and a keyed version for $1.00 in PayPal, tax free. The only difference between the two books is that in the keyed version, I have included an essay that explains the truths I reveal in the book. I suspect that after many people read the free version, they will want to read the essay. I am wondering if I should make the essay longer because I didn't include enough specific details. It may take about a week longer to put the keyed version on the web if I rework the essay.
What is the book about? It is hard to explain because the story line is complicated. The Only Way tells of a strange and beautiful love, a unique way of using time, and about a menace that has to be stopped, or else. It begins with a battle after we turn on a schizophrenic computer with two minds, Greater Organic Guru (Gog) and Minor Analogue Quantum Organic Guru (Magog). The book revolves around Magog's love for a dear friend, Father Tom and the young child, Maria, who imprints his soul when he first enters the past. To say more might take away the pleasure of reading it.
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7/20/06
I just read
in the Free Press about President Hugo Chavez who is trying to turn
I think
what President Hugo is trying to do is commendable, but may be impossible in a
large nation like ours, nevertheless, I would like to see more social
consciousness in
Where did we get the idea that "if you can rake it in, you have a right to keep all of it even if your hoard deprives someone else of life, even if your neighbor is in dire shape, even if …?" From the jungle, I suspect. Imagine the chaos if you threw a single banana into a group of chimps. We are merely evolved chimps with the potential to be gods.
Most of us are frightened off by what we learned about Communism. It frightens me too, so I read a definition. The first part of the definition sounds ok, collective ownership. It is the second part that rubs like sandpaper because the state runs the plans and holds authoritarian power over goods and labor. None of us want that.
It sounds like President Hugo has gotten around that problem by combining both private and public enterprise. I can't say much because I know little about financial matters, but I do know that if we want to grow towards the ideal of heaven, the ideal Jesus set before us, the only ideal that will let us join in God's Armada of Worlds, we need to learn how to share.
The definition of capitalism says that development is proportionate to the accumulation and reinvestment of profits gained in a free market. So the whole theory of capitalism says that a person is only out to make profit. I suppose there is nothing wrong with making a profit, it serves as a good driver towards that banana, but do we need to keep the whole thing for our self? The problem comes in when the reward is kept and hoarded instead of used for the good of everyone. It is one thing to be able to achieve wealth, quite another to keep it for yourself.
Well, you say, it is easy for you to talk, you don't have any. True. So ask God what he thinks? Did he only give the oceans to a certain people, or the animals, the air, the sky? It is probably convent, if a person is very rich, to disbelieve in God. This way they can keep themselves clear of messy guilt.
I tell you the truth. I looked in my refrigerator this morning and felt a sense of guilt. I went shopping last night and bought food to last for two weeks, but I have too much food for a single person. I know that some people have none. What can I do? It is even hard for me to send money to charity in the summer months. I will, I must, $20.00 will do it, ease away that sense of guilt, else, how could I enjoy what I do have.
7/22/06
This morning, I decided I needed to begin on Mars with the meditation and to gather in the light. Some people joined me there. It isn’t that Mars needs the prayers, it is that I need to feel the Martian rocks beneath my feet. For some reason, the feeling helps orientate me and helps get me ready to join in the circle of light.
Thinking of Mars beings me to an understand I believe to be true. I believe the mysterious Anasozi Indians of the southwest, who long ago worked the rocks and carved them out for living space, came from Mars long ago. I think they came, not as fake gods, but as ordinary people. They may have since disbursed into the Indian tribes. I am not sure how they came. Physically or as shape shifters. I am almost sure that the religious prohibition against shape shifting into another person is so strong that was not how they came. Perhaps they were able to transport themselves mentally and then become solid people. I once had a dream about this happening.
I also get the feeling of great shame, shame that they allowed the fake gods to overrun their world and destroy it. Along with this shame is perhaps a determination to not let those fake gods do to the earth what they did to Mars. We think of the American Indian as a conquered people, but they will have their day once again.
This
morning we gathered on Mars and then encircled earth and went to the angry,
dark places before spreading the light around the globe. It will take a lot of
light to change what is happening now, but I believe it will change. We
Americans may think we don’t need the light as much, but we do because it is gathering
on our soil too. Witness the financial attack on the poorest zip codes in
While the light covered the earth, I went to the bench in front of Mary’s statue. There was a mother sitting with a little girl whose legs were in braces. She was such a beautiful girl with big black eyes. I hugged her with love. I hoped the angels help heal her. The angels don’t always want to heal a person. Sometimes a person has a defect so they will grow up with a certain attitude that will prove helpful to other people. According to the angels, this is why I was raised in poverty, rather than privilege. Now I know and understand what it means to be on the bottom and know the plight of ordinary people.
Most of the time, the angels try to help. I suspect that if a mother can find her way to the bench in the Cathedral of Light, she will get help. It is the only way now for me to help anyone. If I were to try and help by going to a person, the enemy would see this and attempt to cut off the light energy. I am too much of a novice to know how to fight such a concentrated power. By using the cathedral that is a nub between earth and the angel world, people cam stay anonymous and the enemy can’t stop the healing.
The same idea of silence is important for those people who join in the circle of light. The enemy can only hinder a person it knows is participating. I would be quiet on the subject, but don’t worry, only God knows our hearts.
The Israeli are trying to get rid of the enemy, shoot them out of the water. The anger and hate pouring out of certain areas reminds me of the locusts mentioned in revelation. The haters will keep pouring out like locusts no matter what we do because the enemy is sending them at us. The reason for rage is not important—a reason for rage will be invented, if need be.
Every one
in
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7/25/06
I went
through a personal crisis this morning. I did overcome the desperation and
anger I felt, but it was a great struggle. The problem of the $300.00 flat fee
I am forced to give
I only use the garbage pickup once or twice a month and can visualize some little old ladies only using it once every two months, but they will need to pay the flat fee too, as will all the renters. It would have been fairer to raise the 3 mills tax because property tax is charged in proportion to the value of the property. It is obvious that the point was to gouge the residents.
I felt like
throwing my own Boston Tea Party or starting a petition to get Mayor Kilpatrick
out of office and also the council who voted in such a unfair flat rate tax.
The flat tax is unfair because it hits poor people living in
Truly
Cut back on government, not the well-being of us who still live in the city. A good place to begin would be the Mayor’s income and perks.
When I met with Jesus and Y this morning, all these things kept running in my mind and I wasn’t sitting near a pleasant waterfall with wild flowers bending in the breeze. No. I was standing upon a high cliff with a roaring, rushing water dropping far down to large black boulders below. I sat on the ledge mentally crying. I was in crisis and didn’t know how to get off the cliff.
Jesus hugged me and Y hugged me, but still, I stood on the cliff.
“What can I do?” I kept asking and finally came up with a solution.
“I will play the Buddhist Chants to soothe my soul. I hadn’t played any of the chants, Buddhist or Georgian Chants for more than a year.
Jesus said, “You need to conquer this crisis yourself.”
He meant without the aid of soothing chants? Just force my mind to rearrange?
“I need the chants, I need help.” I told Jesus.
I went so far as to put the cassette in the sleeve and push the button, but I didn’t turn on the player. Jesus was right, of course. Isn’t he always. I needed to work through this crisis. Learn how to better control my mind. It won’t be the last time I am hit in the solar plexus. I must control myself; the enemy reads everything I write, has probably caused, and now feels delight in my woe. So I squeezed my eyes together for a second, assembled my courage, bit by bit, and rejoined Jesus and Y on the mountain. This time the gentile breezes did blow a me whiff of wild flower scent.
“I feel the need to go to Mars,” I said.
So we stood on Mars and I felt the stones bite into my bare feet and it felt good. We intensified the warm, soft light around us before we came down to earth. Sometimes the light is a cream color as if gold and silver were intertwined, this day it was almost golden. On earth once more, I felt healed and was able to go around the earth hugging people and sending out the light from within, yet the light of God. I began calling out to people who I knew could brighten their light. I imaged their faces and as they felt my call, they turned their light into a greater glow. Each person then sent the need for light to the next person and that person increased their light, and so on.
To each of us, it may feel like we
only increase the light for a moment, but Jesus says the glow of the light
lasts much longer. We contacted people to increase their light for a while and
a wave of white-gold blossoms of light covered the
It never fails to amaze me how many people carry the light around with them every day and willingly increase its magnitude anytime time they are called upon to do so. It is like a huge smile running the course of a room that brightens everyone’s’ happiness. God’s light rolling across the land and waters of earth, lifting its people and animals and fauna felt like a huge smile wave, as if the whole earth were happy.
I felt
happy for those moments. The feeling of comradely took the crisis away from my
soul and saved me once more from feelings of despair. I feel fine now. I will
work through the money problems. We do what
we must. I prayed for Mayor Kilpatrick in case he faltered and let in
too much dark. Haven’t we all? I surrounded Israeli solders and
7/29/06
This morning many people met with Jesus on the mountain. As usual Y and myself sat near a waterfall to talk with Jesus (Y calls him Buddha). While we were talking W came to talk too. I commented on how much I love to sit near the slow dripping water and the wild flowers it feeds. He commented on the snow that still lay between boulders and in the valleys. He picked up a handful and let it melt out of his hand. My guess is that he likes the snow because it is hot in his country? I didn’t think to ask at the time. As we talked, the Prophet came to sit with us too. I looked around and the mountain was filled with people sitting on rocks waiting for Jesus words. Perhaps we all had our own questions at this time and received the answers silently.
My own question was “Does the light truly work?” It doesn’t seem as if it does with all the woes happening in the world right now.
Then Y told me, “It works. We have studied it seriously, and even checked out the light’s effect using scientific methods.”
W said, “We believe it works too. When we find a person surrounded by dark, we gather around to make the person well again.”
Jesus said, “Even a small change in the world from what happened once before is good.”
Sometimes I feel discouraged and these answers pleased me. I felt more able to go on.
“Do you mind if we begin on Mars this morning?” I asked.
Jesus said, “It is a great symbolism to begin on Mars.”
So we stood in a circle on Mars and send the light into the center until it rolled back upon us with vast spirit and all around Mars even though it doesn’t need it any more. Then we took this feeling of being surrounded by great inner light from God and went down to earth.
This day we began standing in the middle of the pacific ocean as we gathered. Our thinking was to begin in a place where there was only good vibes so we could build up the light into greater effect. A few whales and dolphins joined us in the circle.
The light grew intensely into beautiful soft rings of a gold-silver hue that kept pushing outward one wave after another. Like huge ocean waves, but made of soft light that could penetrate all the souls upon the earth. The waves kept going around and around the earth as if all the air and land were part of a pond and we had thrown a rock into its psychic depths. It was invigorating and wonderful.
While the light circled around in
waves, each of us went our own ways to hug people and invite them into the
light. I went to my family and then a few sick children. Then I specifically
went to a man in
I stopped before the others because I wanted to write down what was happening before I forgot. Both Jesus and Y tell me that is my main job, to write.
“We will spread the light, you write about it.” Y once said to me.
So I write this down for all to read.
While I was watching the rolls of light cover the earth. I was reminded of the horrible tsunami that happened in December a few years ago. The night before, though I didn’t know what I was seeing, I somehow saw the waves rolling forward. It looked like waves of light. Now I realize that I was given this vision to frighten me from using the light. I am not frightened. I know that this light from God can never do harm to anyone, only good.
The enemy knows that we will use the light in huge bounding waves to increase the psychic energy all around the earth. It is our only hope. I remember when Jesus showed me a vision of the dark well. In that vision people were climbing out of the well. At the time I wasn’t sure what this meant, now I believe they were people with dark psyches coming to earth to invade us. The darkness is trying to take us over, but somehow, we will turn back this tide of anger and greed. These are the two main attitudes of darkness that are toppling the balance on earth and they must be stopped.
I asked Jesus, “If we could eliminate strong emotions of upset for a minute or an hour, would it help the earth.”
Jesus said, “You would need to do it for more than an hour, it would take weeks of quiet repose and low emotions to shake off the evil from your shores.”
7/30/06
Where is the outrage? Where are the lawyers suing the city in a class action suite? Where the newspaper writing about how the people of its fair city were gouged and cheated? The Free Press has been conspicuously silent on the subject. Why? The Mayor and council just gave everyone, fixed income and low wage workers alike, a $300.00 bill and said it was due in two weeks. If it isn’t paid, the bill will accumulate until you pay or loose your home in two years. This fee is not a one time stop gap to fix the city, but fee that will continue year after year. Will this Mayor next demand a raise? You can bet on it. He has the feeling of power at his finger tips.
The
government’s hunger for greed usually sits far away in
Now for angels because who can hold such hurt in their heart for too long without it causing harm. I need to clean my psyche out with love. Please God help us through these bad times. I keep hoping that we can save the world with light, but what if we can’t even turn a little city around.
Jesus said, “You will know them by their works.”
It may be that not many people read what I write here. They will one day, as they cry and wish we had done something sooner. Truly, I don’t know what to do either. Our hands seemed tied tighter every day and all we can do is walk in the light. This is the only thing we have that the enemy lacks, the light and the promise it brings to our souls.