Last night, I became worried that I was entering a “dark night of the soul,” because I could feel my heart beginning to harden, my concern to waver, and my selfishness grow. A little boy came to the door and I was too busy watching the debate to let him in. I gave him cookies instead. But I looked at myself later and asked, am I changing? Are all those silly movies I watch having an effect on me? Are the enemy’s attacks on my psyche working?
In a panic, I called for help. Jesus was there for me as soon as I needed him. My friend Y came to my rescue too and a few others. I received support from all of them. I would do the same if they ever call.
My friend said, “Diane, we will not let you falter.”
I thanked him for his support.
Then Jesus did something more than usual with Y looking on. Jesus stood before me as well as his mother, Ava Maria, poured the light from the Source into me. Jesus told me to feel the light within myself, to let it convert my insides into light. He said, “You should glow with light.”
I did and I was amazed at the quantity of light that seemed to hover near me.
Then Jesus said, “Expand this light in just that much strength.”
I tried but the light was blazing so strong I could only send a gushing waterfall of it to people I love.
But Jesus insisted that I should expand the light in its full strength all around myself and then outwards.
He said, “Follow me.”
Then he stood in front of me and began to walk away. He kept getting smaller and smaller. As he moved away I sent the light out to him trying to catch up. The light stayed just as bright as I sent it towards Jesus.
From above, I saw the blazing light as an oval pearl with most of the light in front of me and I felt enveloped in enough power to effect the hearts of thousands. This light feeds souls because it comes from the Source, which is God. We can see how it does this, but I have felt it. I can guarantee that no matter for what reason, the dark night of the soul was evaporated from my psyche. I felt whole again. I went to bed pleased and safe.
Then at 3:am I suddenly woke up with my leg hurting with stinging pain. The first thing I did was throw a blazing ring of light around myself. I felt better right away. I think the enemy had sent a spell towards me at that moment but the light shrugged it off. The angels smiled with happiness at my ability to throw it off. This morning my leg feels normal, (it always bothers me a little, I probably have a touch of arthritis). I feel strong once more.
7/1/05
I realized something for the first time the other day when I made the comment to my granddaughter, “It is your generation that will need to save the environment.”
She smiled as if she already knew this as true.
I said, “Our generation is the one who misused the world and created the problem, yours will need to fix it.”
The subject had come up because she mentioned what she learned in school about global warming.
“You know,” I said to her, “Thousands of children are learning about the danger of global warming and other environmental concerns in school. As children, this generation was never taught anything like that.”
And it is true. What were we taught about world needs? We were still catching our breath from WWII. We were taught to climb beneath the desk if we heard an air raid siren which might mean a nuclear bomb threat. We know now there would be little use of such a maneuver.
So I came away from my last visit with feelings of great hope for our nation and world. The next generation may find a way to provide jobs for the people at the same time they protect the environment. Right now, this generation hasn’t figured out how to do both or we don’t have the political will or we are too selfish to care. Take your pick.
7/3/05
In church today Jesus requested that I send out the light to all directions and keep it as blazing as possible. It helped me do so because the spirit of love is so full in the church. If Jesus were to ask this of me other places, I am not sure I could accomplish it for a long hour. But I think I did this morning.
Ava Maria stood above and to my right. She kept feeding light into me. Jesus told me this morning before church that we are only seeing a small point in the raging war. The real war is vast and covers time and space.
This is what he showed me this morning. I saw the earth as if were standing inside a funnel cloud with all the events rolling around me. Some of the events above my head were from the far future and lower down from the near future and below my feet from the past. If you can believe it, the war is being fought on all these fronts at the same time. It was an awesome sight of frightening implication.
It also suggested to me that Jesus and his angels are in all of these places at once, in the far future and near future. Jesus seemed to agree with my explanation of what I think I understand.
As for Ava Maria (this is what I choose to call Mary from now on because that is the name she gave me) feeding me all the light, I think the reason for it is because I am willing and also more light is needed on this level of the war. I don’t know how many levels there are, but we humans are on one of them, at least.
So I did what Jesus and Ava Maria asked me to do. I spread out the light for a whole hour. When we sang the Lord’s Prayer, the whole church lit up from all of us holding hands. White light flowed from all of us as if we were standing in a large circle around Christ. All this happening, and no one could see anything on the physical level. But it is my belief and certainly Jesus’ that our hearts and minds were made more armored for battle against the enemy. We are all in this battle for souls. We will win.
7/5/05
We are all potentially gods (with a small g), it is our heritage as humans who were created by God in his/her image. One day, if we survive, perhaps after many thousands of years, God will fill everyone’s mind with his presence. The only thing preventing anyone’s communion with God right now, is the darkness that invades our psychic space. We humans can't see this space with our eyes, only our minds and hearts.
I would like to ask why doesn't the church teach us about this heritage? I learned this from Jesus, not the church. He is teaching me personally, and along the way, he also helped me mature spiritually. A mature, inclusive mind helps when we try to understand his teaching, but I ask, doesn't this job belong to the church too?
I am not alone in this belief that we should keep growing up towards God. Long ago such thinkers as Gregory of Nyssa, and Basil of Caesorea believed that we will grow to become gods one day. I got this fact from the book, Jesus and the Goddess, but I don't recommend this book to others. I have found a lot of misunderstandings mixed in with factual information. Unfortunately, it is the only place to get some of the information I was looking for about the early church. So, though I found some of the ideas worth quoting, others were unacceptable. But I need to agree with the book on one point: Evil did get a foot hold in the early church, just as it manages to squeeze through the cracks today, so what is the surprise? Jesus true words cause a person to grow, think, and learn wisdom, but there are some who would do anything, back then and now, to keep Jesus’ true words from settling in our minds.
Yet, Jesus has kept a thread of spirituality alive in the church. He has reached into the world at diverse times to put the church back on the proper footing. His tools have often been a few very odd characters. Ava Maria, (I love the sound of that phrase) Jesus mother, has also come back often to teach and spread the spirit of heaven. We would do well to pay attention.
7/5/05
We only went for a short trip tonight. I kept drifting off. We walked in the sky tunnel as usual, up to the doorway, and stepped out into a tropical beach, a perfect paradise. We were actually standing ankle deep in the most clear turquoise water I have ever seen beneath a clear blue sky.
We walked for a few minutes as I took note of where we were and the trees and large rocks in the distance. I began to wonder why we had come here. Jesus usually has a reason for bringing me to a specific place.
So I asked, "Why did we come here? It is such a perfectly beautiful and restful place. I could lay on the warm sand and sleep.
Jesus said, "You can come here when ever you want, like you go to Ribbon World."
I looked
around. It would be nice to be in a place like this for a vacation. We might
have been in the
Then I think I understood why Jesus brought me here. He wanted to demonstrate that I actually could vacation here if I put my mind to it. As I get better control of my own mind, I will be able to come here any time I choose. Though, it would have one fault, I wouldn't be with other people and that would reduce its pleasure. Maybe I could do that too.
I couldn't stay still any longer this night, so the visit was short. Later I thought that Jesus may be looking for the perfect place for me to practice my mental control. Better to do it someplace you could love. Is everything in the mind? A good question that no one on earth has been able to answer, just yet. If so, I know what I could do with mine, all I need to do is practice control, lots of it.
7/12/05
I went on a three day vacation up north and I loved it. I met a number of wonderful people and squeezed in enough exciting things to fill seven days instead of three. I floated on inner-tubes down the Little Manistee River, swam in Lake Michigan, crossed over the Mackinaw Bridge, which I had never done before and always wanted to do, took photos of sheep, deer, and buffalo on a doctor’s retirement farm, and gathered up beautiful rocks from a gravel pit for my rock garden and pond. During Sunday service, I listened to Pastor Burritt give an excellent sermon on peace and how to resolve conflict with love. I had met the pastor in the camp grounds one evening; he played the guitar and we all sang songs. My sister, Fran, is a very active member of his Baptist Church.
In all, I had a wonderful time and wasn’t ready to come back to my normal routine, but life plays on. The real reason I am writing about my vacation is to brag about my family, a family who I have learned through the years isn’t my biological family, yet they still treat me as if I still was a true family member. No matter if it is aunts or uncles or sisters or brothers, if they have heard that I have different biological parents, they treat me the same. And, to be sure, I still accept them as my family. You can’t believe you are part of something for more than sixty years and then suddenly become a non-part, nor would I want to do so. I thought it important that I clear this up point so I can move on in life.
7/12/05
Ah, this morning I sat in my usual chair and sent the God’s light, the Source of everything, around the world. What was amazing were the thousands of people standing with me in the light as we wove it through earth space. We stopped at a few diverse places on earth that are in greater need of the love and peace, which the light increases in our hearts, but some areas and people need the light more than others.
God sends this light to all, even those who don’t seem to absorb it. But maybe they do. I often wonder if it does absorb into their psyches even if they don’t know it, that maybe a person bent on terror will rethink his anger, maybe a young girl planning suicide will pause a moment, or maybe a person full of anger will feel peace when the light flows around him or her. Certainly, those of us who know God already feel our love expand as we bathe in the fount of God’s love. It is our prayer that other people will learn to feel this fountain of peace.
Spreading the light from God is a visual prayer that is on going all the time. No matter at what time of day or evening you decide to join in the circle of light or to help spread the light over the earth, others are already waiting for you to help. The effect of the light from God is the opposite of darkness, dark in which its harsh nature is like some angry act abruptly jarring a whole street, town, or city into upset. The light works like a soft gentle breeze blowing though the meadow, nodding the flowers and grass blades in its wake. We need to keep the breeze blowing to be effective.
7/14/05
I met Jesus on a cool glacier mountain tonight. All I could see was tall ice stands and dribbling water because we were so high up the snow stays around all the time. It felt cool and refreshing compared to my house which was hot and stuffy. Perhaps the cool ice helped the breeze feel colder as it blew through my back yard. It is a beautiful July evening. The street is unusually quiet and peaceful. This makes it easier for me to concentrate as I visit with Jesus and Y, because I don’t meditate in the evening.
Tonight after we sat and talked sitting on the nice and cool ice berg seats. Jesus spoke to me about what I had been reading. He confirmed its accuracy and laughed at my reworking the information to fit better. I even drew a diagram of the idea.
“I knew you would redo it.” He said to me, smiling.
I took this to mean that I was on the right track. I’ll write about what I am learning soon although I doubt if many people are ready to read it. Yet, Jesus said it would be good if more and more people grew in spiritual knowledge. I have been reading about the reach for God and how we fit into God, how we are spirit that takes on a body in order to express a personality. Well, there is a lot to say and I will wait until I am ready to write about it.
For now, we stepped into the sky tunnel and walked to its end.
Jesus asked me if there was anyplace special I wanted to go. I thought about Ribbon World and the other worlds I had visited, and then I imagined a very hot world with a blazing yellow sun and said, “I don’t want to go there. Lets go where it is cool.”
I led and we stepped through into the water near an empty beach with small waves kicked up by a breeze. The sun was high in the sky but it was only warm. The spray of water waves felt wet and cool. I love the water.
I laughed when I realized where I had brought us. “I am taking the kids to this same place in the story I am writing,” I told Jesus. I put the same island of trees in it, same white sand, and blue water.” I laughed. “I could take them to some of the places we visited, couldn’t I?”
Jesus smiled. “You will.”
Then I realized that maybe that is what Jesus intended I should do. Write about it in stories for the kids. Not many people will believe in the reality of our travels, but in a fiction story, those same travels could be great fun. Of course, I’ll juice them up a bit. Plus, I have a lot of kids asking for stories, more kids and stories than I have time to write. I’ll keep trying’ it is great fun to write kids stories because I don’t go too deep into philosophy or character like I do with more adult stories.
That was the only world we went to tonight. I talked with Y about what I was learning too and asked him if he agreed. He did. He said we had a lot of work ahead of us in this regard, teaching it to people in a way they could understand.
I agreed, but I also realize that I have much more to learn before I can truly explain reality. I will try to give and share what I learn in bits and pieces as I find it. That way we can all learn together.
7/14/05
Someone needs to tell people where they go when they kill in a terrorist act of violence. Truly, they go to their master who keeps them as slaves. This is the truth. I want to say to them, "No matter what you are told about your reward, it is a lie."
I know this because Jesus has taken me to a few of these hells. And the worst one is normal looking except its people are controlled by a master of evil. Then he sends people back on to earth to do more damage. If you don't follow his orders, you will go to a true hell where there is great suffering. No amount of killings are worth spending this life and the next lives forever chained to such a master.
I know this seems silly, but today while meditating, I had the notion that my hair was made up of all the trees of earth. Later, I remembered what the mysterious lady told me, the one who is exceptionally old and who takes care of the trees. She said I would take over her job one day. I couldn't understand what she meant then, but now I have a slight understanding of what she meant. Am I qualified? Not yet, for certain, but maybe one day.
7/15/05
I have been noticing that many of the stories in science fiction that used to center on technological gadgets and ship warp drives, now make their main theme based on powers having to do with the mind (or gadgets that enhance the mind). I think this is excellent because it is the way we must move if we are to understand and help each other more. What better way to stop pain then to feel it ourselves if we should cause it? Deeper feelings of empathy grow naturally with continuous meditation, as well as other abilities. Most of those abilities have been shunted aside as unworthy of our time up until now. Science fiction and its bold new ideas could help drive us into a future with more spirit and soul. Of course, the opposite could also happen; a lot of violence also arrives on our screen along with these programs, but that is the media's way of entertaining us. We know better, I hope.
Soul/mind and the abilities we develop as we become more spiritual is what may save us, if we are to be saved. Let us not wait until we are in the sinking boat to yell for God. But, as with all things on earth, there is conflict, a movement to misuse minds. An example would be witches and warlocks using spells against people or using minds to visit people for the purpose of spying on or manipulating them. This is a misuse of power and bodes unwell. To counter such power, we need to keep spreading God's light, a light that feeds souls while it banishes the darkness.
7/16/05
This morning after talking to Jesus for a while, I meditated by filling up with light and then sending it around the world. Ava Maria sent me great volumes of white light from the Source. I created a vast sheet of the light that ran up and down America. Then other people stood with me at this sheet of light and we began walking it forward. As we walked, the light didn’t lesson behind us, but stayed brightly white. Those who stayed behind kept shinning their own light to keep the light curtain glowing.
Those of us walking, kept picking up more and more people as we went forward to the edge of the American continent and then on into the Pacific. There a whale and a number of dolphins joined us in the spread of light. We arrived in China and kept walking on towards Europe and into the Atlantic.
All this time, behind us it looked as if a huge fog had settled over the land with a those who refused to join standing out of the white fog like dark scattered poles. This reminded me that some places on earth are in dire need of extra light so we went there and made a circle of intense light around these seriously dangerous areas on earth. Africa and Iraq being the most obvious.
The light will not penetrate a soul if it refuses it; yet, most people, even ignorant of what is going on in the war for hearts and souls, feel love for God's light because they feel a lifting up their spirit. They can feel more complete because their soul has been feed. The Source from God is the source of all life, so it also nourishes that life.
All this only takes a few moments of our time, time that is not truly measured in clock hands because any person can join at any time of day or night. At will, a person can joining in a circle of light or help spread a glowing curtain. I try to think of sending the light off and on during the day, but often get busy and forget. I depend on other people to keep the light flowing because no one of can do it.
I have imagined rings of light flowing away from myself like radio waves or I will imagine a large sheet of thick light waves circling my body and then weave contentment and pleasure throughout.
Does any of this help? Jesus tells me it does. I read in the newspaper just recently that people in various countries are changing their mind about suicide bombers as an expression for any cause. People are changing their minds and I think it may be because of the light we are sending around the earth.
During all this I stepped out of the circle to walk into the city of London and then an African countryside. I went to London because I have never been there before and I felt sorrow for those who were grieving. It was strange and different from what I am used to in America. I have seen photos of the city, but standing on a crowded street, even for an instant, was exasperating. It chased me into an eating place where I sat down at a small table for a minute to get away from the crowd. Could anyone see me? I doubt if people would or could take notice of my presence. I didn't ask Jesus if I could be seen because I didn't think to do so. It is better not to be seen on earth visits.
Then I went to Africa and held a baby that seemed well fed and content. I could feel it breath against my breast. A pleasant feeling I remember from my own children, a feeling no mother ever forgets. This means that I still don't understand what is going on.
How could I hold a baby and be invisible? Or was I within a person who was feeding and loving their baby? I don't know the answer yet, but I learn more every day.
7/16/05
I had such a good comment about life and now I forgot it. Can’t remember what it was I was going to write. This teaches me to always write it down. I am too forgetful.
I can’t believe summer is half over and I am no further in my book. But I did write some kid's books and I worked on a painting yesterday. I am having a lazy summer. I love it. I would also like to go back up north in late August. Not sure if I can afford it or if I should. Oh, well, there is no hurry for anything. I am not on a schedule to get this book done. The problem is that when I leave it for a while, I need to reread what I have already put into it so I can remember where to continue. It will simi-autobiographical. Ha, that would seem impossible with such a computer as I will have in the book and some of the events. Totally impossible to be part of my life, but I am going to write it anyway and exaggerate some parts then let people pick out what they think is true and what not. Ha Gog and MaGog and Diane and….. what fun. Need to get back to it.
7/19/05
This morning as we spread the light further and further, we continually picked up beacons of light, people who had such goodness in themselves, they contribute to the light always. The glowing curtain kept growing with more and more people as we completed the movement around the earth. We pick up many people, but one man I noticed right away because he was wearing a beard and long robe. I had the impression that he was an Imam living in the middle east. We have touched in the light before and I was proud he joined in spreading the light. He has great influence.
Sometimes I see images and take note of specific people as we walk around the globe, or stand in a circle, but usually I don't because there are so many adding their own light to the total. Even people conscripted in work camps in china join their light to ours as we walk through their land. Some places always have less light than other places. but there is always some light in every country and ocean on earth.
I tried to hold on to the image of earth totally surrounded in white light, and did for a short while because so many had participated. Actually, some people went about their business and hardly knew they were contributing to the light, but they were. The light flows from people's bodies who have become wise and learned as they age. I believe that particularly good people can contribute light and hardly know they are doing it.
I wanted a fog of light to cover the earth because this feeds the people's souls and at the same time makes those who are not in the light stand out. This will help us catch criminals because they become more obvious compared to those in the light.
While the earth was filled with light like a fog, I and a few friends encircled the east coast of America and then the west coast and then the whole continent to concentrate the light. It is my opinion that America needs the light more than many people or countries because we have such great wealth. Wealth can prevent us from understanding in our hearts the desperation that many people face each day as they push to survive.
Jesus spoke to me this morning before we spread the light. He has told me be fore that earth was sort of a training ground, a kindergarten for souls and I could see this clearly as I looked around the earth at our many tragedies and wars and wants. So I talked with him about our seemingly endless plight.
Souls do not die. I am not sure if they even get born as we think of birth. It all comes from the Source of everything, the aspect of God that continually gives and feeds existence. Not just life as we think about living but rocks and planets and stars too. It all comes from the same Source, the soul and source of everything. Yet, souls can congregate in certain areas to learn, such as the planet earth. All of us are souls in the process of learning and growing. Ultimately, (in millions of years?) we will be become so entwined with God we will be godlike.
I am saying this badly. But imagine an ocean where the waves rise and fall. They hardly stay for more than a moment, that is our bodies rising from the Godhood the Source and going back to God. A better analogy might be waves on a river where each wave during its short duration of life sees different scenes as the river flows down a mountain side. Before long the total river will have seen the complete path down the mountain.
Not sure if these analogies work. The idea that we choose our lives may not be far off the mark. We may have chosen to live just this life of woe or happiness in order to experience these things because our soul craves what our mind refuses to acknowledge, what a soul that comes from the whole of God is determined to know. This also implies that something stays viable in each soul as it lifts and lowers in the great river of life. But I am not wise enough to tell you exactly what that is yet.
Jesus only gives me enough knowledge to make it though my next steps of learning and what stays and what goes may be beyond my ability to know. If it is like other things I have learned from Jesus, then the reason I don’t understand yet is because I can’t see enough of the picture to ask the right question. It is like trying to answer a young baby who has asked what thunder is, the answer is more than the baby can understand. I am that baby, at times.
7/19/05
Jesus and I went to another level of existence this morning. Here I seemed to stand in dark fog but surrounded by many small people. They kept reaching out their hands to me as I, in turn, grabbed them to hold close. They were like small children, but all looked the same as if cloned from the same mold. Small and loving and something more I can’t put my finger on. Were they in distress? I think so. These are the same ones or type of little people who asked for my help before. The same ones who said I would save them. Oh, how dearly I wish I could.
I asked Jesus who they were. He told me they were the people of the future. The children. Children in great need of rescue? I keep remembering what Jesus said in the New Testament that heaven is like the children. He meant that these gentile, loving children were what made up heaven? Yet, they are in distress? Or is it more like a yearning, as if they hungered for release? I think so. why were they asking me instead of Jesus? Maybe because I am physical and able to do something that concerns the physical world at this time. While Jesus gives to the spirit, this calls for action on the physical plane of existence.
I don’t know if it helped me or not, but I picked up two more stones while I was with these small children. They pointed out a red one and then a yellow stone. For some reason, having these stones is important. I put them into my heart for safe keeping.
I need to remember that I was on another plane of existence where matter is not matter as we think of it. That the stones are invisible to us on earth. Even so, there was one more stone to gather, a black one that was high up upon a mountain.
Jesus and I walked up a glaciered mountain with large drifts of snow. We went to the top and then while walking back down, I saw a small black stone laying in the white snow. I picked it up and put it into my heart also. Then we left the place between worlds that I call another plane of existence. Where is this place? Is it a meeting place between worlds, an insubstantial place where the future and past can meet? Maybe, it was indistinct as if filled with smoke, darkness filled the background.
I suspect these stones are important if only because they are a great myth. We humans need our myths so much we make them come true. I now have five stones like the five stones of David, stones I never knew about until I read of them in a book. Imaginary, or not, it doesn’t matter. The fact that I hold these stones in my heart is all that matters. Why five? I don’t know. I only know that some myths have such great power and worth they must be kept alive.
When I asked Jesus what the stones are for, he answered, “You will see.”
So I must leave it at that. Wouldn’t it be nice if they represented all the living religions of the world, and that they were all gathered up from the past and future now for our use? But this is only speculation. Ha you might say, when don’t I speculate? Good question. The more I learn, the more I realize that all the myths and religions are true. We are all true, our loves and lives and hopes and fears and pains and joys and nightmares and dreams. All is true. All belief systems are true because they have been given to us by God. If they no longer work then it is because we diluted, distorted, or refused to change what we knew to be the truth.
7/22/05
Heaven’s Final, the sequel I wrote to my first fiction book, Heaven’s Own, is now at the book stores. I know a few of you who read the first book will want to complete the story. The second book can be read independently as well if you didn’t read the first book. I loved writing Heaven’s Final and I think it lives up to its name. Hope you enjoy it. Here is a link to my book page: Diane's Book Page .
7/23/05
It is early evening of a perfect summer day. I am sitting beside my pond and thankful that for the noise and music is gone from in front of my house. Of late, the music has bothered me so much I had to close my front door and go into the basement or upstairs. But this Saturday at 6:00 the whole street is silent except for cars in the far distance. I think I belong in a place where there is peace and quiet much of the time, but that would require that I move and I have no place to move to.
Enough of this twiddle, enjoy the moment. Listen to the tinkle of water as it plays over the rocks, the rocks I gathered up from Belle Isle and the beautiful ones I just added after my vacation up north. Northern Michigan is filled with rocks and many people living there use them for decoration. Ah, I hear the birds singing in the trees; all other sounds are gone for the moment where all life hovers around me in perfect peace.
Jesus stands next to me as I sit in my chair. We are going through the tunnel to visit another planet. I don’t know where because I prefer to leave it up to Jesus most of the time. Someone might ask like I did once, “Why travel? What is the purpose.”
Jesus’ answer then was, “So you will recognize them.”
I think he meant this statement for when our telescopes grow stronger, but maybe he meant something else, too. Another purpose I know realize about our travels is that I can share them with the children in stories, or at least the idea of traveling.
All I need to do is close my eyes and I am standing in the sky tunnel with Jesus. As soon as I felt the tunnel around me, I opened my eyes and reached out to feel its rough sides. As I walked, I rubbed my hand along its length.
I said to Jesus, “I love this sky tunnel. It is like a huge tree that grows into space from earth.”
Jesus said, “That is good because it couldn’t exist without your love.”
He meant all of our love, then he added, “If armies for war were to try and walk this corridor, it would shrivel up and die.”
This new fact was amazing, but upon reflection, it makes sense. It was my own belief and that of my friend Y’s in the sky tunnel that built it in the first place, with Jesus’ encouragement, of course.
As we continued to walk down the tunnel’s length, I was surprised to find three more people had joined our group. We smiled in welcome and they followed us to the end of the tunnel. This is where the rings, like water waves, are that sense where the mind chooses to go.
Jesus walked through and we followed. I speculated that his thoughts not only determined where we would go but also held the door open as we stepped through, or our own minds could get scattered and go someplace else.
We stepped through onto red soil and I wondered if we had come to Mars, but we were not on Mars because the sky was tinted green instead of yellow and in the distance, the ground was yellow and I saw a tall cactus growing not too far from us.
We walked over to the yellow ground and towards the cactus. Jesus bent down and touched the cactus. Suddenly it shriveled up into a million wrinkles.
“It will reshape itself later.” Jesus said.
We walked on and I noticed green trees in the far distance and then a large mound of rock to our left. The large rocks were gray laying on red and yellow smaller ones. Grass tuffs grew in various places too.
Suddenly we saw small black lines flying in the green tinted sky. The flying lines were circling something in the distance. Then one of the lines broke away and flew towards us and almost overhead.
It was a large bat like bird, with smooth skin that shimmered as if it had scales. Jesus told us later that it’s shinny skin was a method of camouflage. Riding on the bird was a small, clothed human. The human had straps attached to the bird.
They both landed not too far from where we were standing and watching in awed, invisible silence. We watched as the rider got off the bird and walked over to check something out on the ground. In the meantime, something skittered in front of the bird’s beak, and he reached its head down and gulped it up. Then the human walked over to the bird once more, climbed on and took off.
To take off, the bird stood on tall legs, began a quick running pace, then faster, until it could flap its bat wings and lift off the ground. It was a beautiful sight as it flew away. Its wings were almost transparent against the sky.
Jesus said to us, “We should go back.”
I think he meant to keep the visit short in deference to the new people who had joined us. I know first hand how tiring and overwhelming new sights on a new world can be.
In the next instant, as we arrived back at the tunnel, the new people disappeared and Y and myself had a longer conversation with Jesus. (He calls him Buddha)
“That was a nice visit for their first trip,” I said to Jesus. “I am surprised to see other people use the sky tunnel.”
“A few monks who follow our teaching have used it.” Y said.
This was news to me, but not really surprising, his followers are very high on the spiritual ladder. My surprise came because my impression was that the three people who had joined us today were western. We tend to be less mature in our spirituality.
“I know the sky tunnel is for everyone, but what if people need a guide?”
Jesus said, “There is always a guide for people. An angel or myself.” He added, “If a person can mentally find the sky tunnel, then we will guide them towards the worlds they choose to see. We will never abandon any of you. I promise.”
Jesus’ smile and words of promise sent shivers of love down my spine. I hope Jesus knows I love him. Have I said so lately? I wondered. Don’t need to say it, I realized.
“The purpose of the sky tunnel is to take us beyond our own little corner of the universe?” I said to Jesus. Still thinking, I wondered why. Then I said, “Seeing other worlds makes us more aware of our own perhaps, our similarities and differences. The human we saw riding on the bird seemed to have some technology but not much. I almost envy them their way of life.”
“Actually, they have a lot of technology.” Jesus said. “I took you to a part of the planet that was bare. Most of their world is lush with vegetation and both humans and birds use camouflage. If we had went to a populated center you would have been too confused by the complexity of their life to see the real people.
I understood right away. If it was too confusing, we wouldn’t have known that the riders were separate from the flying birds.
“They have technological advanced machines and cities.” Jesus said. “I knew you would admire the riders and wanted you to see them.”
Yes, it is easy to admire such steeds as those beautiful birds. I could wish we had them on earth, but the grass is always greener on the other side and I am sure they have problems too.
Jesus smiled, but said no more about the world. Maybe one day I will be confronted with their problems because we will go back there. I suspect this is true.
7/28/05
This evening it was quiet outside. It should be after that improvised street party they threw last night beneath my front window. They were actually dancing in the street. Right this minute it is so outstandingly quiet I feel blissful. I came outside to sit because I thought it was time to travel with Jesus. He told me that there is something he wants to show me.
As soon as I began to walk with Jesus the music started up again in front. It wasn’t extremely loud, just bothersome and I couldn’t concentrate well.
“Don’t listen to it.” Jesus said.
I tried but I am not sophisticated enough to block selective noise out of my mind yet. Maybe someday, for now I just kept walking with Jesus.
Tonight when I followed Jesus, we stepped right on to a world which surprised me. The first thing I saw were egg sacs large as my waist laying beside the dirt path we walked on. I knew right away we weren’t on earth because they looked like gelatin Easter eggs of many colors except they were wrapped in leaves. Strung out on the path, they looked a colorful necklace fit for giant.
Yet, amazing as the egg sacs, vegetable or animal, I wasn’t sure and forgot to ask, I knew it wasn’t what Jesus wanted to show me. As we walked on and stopped next to a small stream of water falling down the rocks, I learned what he wanted to show me.
But first I commented on how pleasurable it was to stand next the small water fall. “You know I love water.”
“Yes, and this is what I want to show you.”
I looked around, but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. I looked at Jesus puzzled.
He smiled and said, “That is what I am showing you tonight. How earthlike most worlds are even though some forms are different.”
“Yet, so amazingly different.” I added.
“Certainly. But trees are often green, grass grows on meadows light years from earth, the same colors glow but from different combinations. There are bushes and waterfalls and rocks on every world.”
“Is it like this on most worlds?”
“Most, but on some worlds the beings are not warm and soft as human life. They are different, but harmless.”
“It takes certain types of eyes to see colors and shapes as I do. Is this an example of directed evolution?”
“More or less, but remember that nature has an excellent way of taking care of evolution on the grand scale. The direction comes in when you think of intelligent life.”
“What about the Source? How does that fit into evolution?”
“The Source is the underlying basis for everything.”
“Like a thought?”
“Yes, very good.”
Since this seemed to be my night for getting answers, I also asked about dinosaurs.
“What about the dinosaurs on earth long ago. Do other worlds have such large predators in their history?”
“Worlds and the life upon them develop in different stages. Many worlds went through such a period.”
I was thinking about dinosaurs and also noticed that the music had toned down to a low volume.
So I thought to ask, “Is it because other worlds need the oil too?”
Jesus laughed, “No. Not all cultures need to use oil for energy. Many choose not to and they find other sources of energy.”
I remembered that time that Jesus showed me a different source of energy. He even said that we could use it if we wanted to. I mentioned this to Jesus and admitted that it was a case of showing something important to the wrong person.
“like throwing a pearl to a swine.” I said. (I have always gotten a kick out of that phrase in the bible). We both laughed.
In a more serious vein, I asked. “It is time to continue our evolution or growth, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“That is what this is all about, isn’t it? We need to throw off the cloak that covers us and step out into the universe.”
Jesus nodded at my words; yet, I do think that most people aren’t ready to walk in space, and that it is a good thing that we need a certain mindset, the will towards peace and love, to travel in the tunnel. I am sure that more and more people will choose find it as time goes on.
Oh, the silence is blissful right now, but the mosquitoes don’t care. Time to go into the house. I said good by to Jesus. Now as I write this later I feel thankful about the long talk we had. Did I write it all? Probably not, but I will catch up and write it one day. I have been thinking about the reason for our travel tonight, and I think it is because more people will be waling down the tunnel. Jesus wants them to feel comfortable and not expect strange views at first. People need to remember that I have had the best guide in the galaxy. It was Jesus who picked and chose where to take me for specific reasons and so I could write about it. So whatever you find out there, try not to be alarmed, I know you won’t get bored.
7/30/05
This morning was demanding but beautiful. We began here in the states and pulled a blanket of light all around the world until it was covered with light from the Source.
Then Y said to me, “We are going to hold the light and keep it steady.”
So I tried as did everyone to hold on to the light and keep the earth beneath a blanket and surrounded by God’s light for a long length of time. We succeeded for almost a half hour.
During that time that the earth was filled with a blanket of light, I saw God taking steps on the earth and a few other beings of light. They could hardly be missed because they were white glowing giants. I speculate that is as if we had invited God to our visit shores in person.
It took all of us to keep the dark fog at bay which is what the light does, it replaces or pushes away at the negative. I can’t explain how it works only that it does. This morning I woke up and the angels reaffirmed the value of the light to me.
“Use the light.” They said.
Ava Maria has said to me, “The light can do everything.”
After she said these words, I could feel the light flow from her to myself. I could actually feel the power build up within my body.
The light is so vital that I need to keep repeating what it is: the light is the Source of everything, it is life affirming, it is the positive aspect of everything, it is the truth, it is a visual prayer, it is holy, it is God. A person cannot use the light against anyone or anything because it doesn’t work that way. Yet, it does remove the dark. It isn’t just a symbol either, it is real even though we can’t see it except with our eyes closed. It is like looking into your own soul and finding it. With practice, it becomes easier to see. the reason for this is because we are taught from birth to only see physical world, not the one that exists in our psyche. (I use the word psyche to mean our soul body/mind).
I feel so good now that the light has covered the earth. My psyche feels holy once more. This morning with I woke up troubled once more the hidden truth I keep seeing about my life situation. I keep remembering the movie The Truman Show of years back and I can’t help knowing that I am like Truman, caught in a web of cause and effect set upon me by someone with great power and cunning. It hurts, let me tell you. I can see how I have been kept in my place through the induced fear of success and accomplishment. But even worse, my condition has been exuberated by continuing poverty. Severe lack of money can limit a person almost to the point of numbness. It not only reduces that person’s attitude towards the self, it also tends to define your value to other people.
My own lack of means for so many years has meant that I couldn’t get out into the world to tell my tale, I couldn’t fly to a different country, I couldn’t grab the news media’s attention, I couldn’t advertise yourself. Now, with the help of the internet, I am learning how to put myself out front and talk to the world.
I always wondered why Jesus came to me when there were so many better people in the world he could teach to travel, now I know. Jesus has known all along how constricted I have been, how upside down the truth has been regarding my parentage. He must have known how strong the glass cage was that held me, when I didn’t know about it myself. Much of my life has been lived under illusion, but no more. Jesus and the light from the Source has shown me the truth. Thank all of you in heaven for your help.