6/2/06

I feel beautiful right now. I just walked for a few minutes in the cathedral with Jesus and Y and a religious leader from Iraq. I have met him before but don’t know his name. I don’t need to know. When we communicate mentally, the togetherness is most important, not someone’s name.

This morning we walked together to look at the wall of sacred, moving writing. It is in the mosque section that connects with Iraq; the whole cathedral sits on the angel’s world but connects with earth. Because the cathedral is made of light, we could view a number of icons within moments. Y has suggested that we need to make more nodes on earth with the angel world. Sounds like a great idea.

I mentioned to its religious leader that Iraq still has severe problems, and how sorry I am that the mosque of light hasn’t helped more. He told me that it has helped greatly. That things are improving in Iraq even though our news is full of woe.

“It will continue to get better.” He said.

I agree. A few years ago, Jesus told me that Iraq would be a beautiful and peaceful country one day.

I am sure it helps to be joined with the angel world. I guess we can call it a node where the worlds are connected. Earth certainly needs the connection and the angels want to help us, so this will work out nicely.

I hugged a women sitting on the bench this morning in front of the statue of Mary. I have yet to meet a man there who feels he needs comfort, but that doesn’t surprise me. My hugs last only a short moment because I don’t have the staying power, but the angels will give hugs of such strength they can revive any soul. Mary is always there to give comfort with her presence, just as Jesus is always there for anyone who needs him. A big part of the help we receive is that we have reached out for that help.

I have learned a real lesson that I want to share with everyone. Actually, I have only relearned it, over and over, it seems. I was remembering my past mistakes. These weren’t just bad decisions, they seemed to have no rational or common sense to them at all, as if I had quit being intelligent for a short time. I see this happening to other people in their life too. The people who refuse to listen to reason and plough onward with their mistake.

It is important to know, and I wish I could instruct every child in this fact, that this is the nugget, the main purpose in life is to overcome these intrusions of manipulation and turning to the wrong side. I don’t mean that every silly little mistake is caused by unmoral taunts, but the major ones are that turn a life upside-down. Those mistakes come from the enemy of humanity. This enemy manipulates our thinking so that we will be blackmailed into following it.

So the truth is this: The most important major strategy in life is to learn how to avoid manipulation by the evil one that plagues our earth and to call on its opposite, God, during those pivot-point, life shattering decisions.

6/4/06

Today, I went to mass at St. Bonaventure Monastery at 1740 Mt. Elliott, not too far from my home. I had never been there since long before the Father Solanus Casey Center had been planned. The center is done in a modern style with great art and beautiful and interesting older areas of interest throughout. The wooden alter to one side of the church took my breath away with its intricate detail. However, I am not writing this to just describe the church and center with my own first and second impressions. The purpose is to write what Jesus and Y said to me during the mass.

Father Steven Kropp, who celebrated the mass, said at the beginning, “It has been one of those days.” He also mentioned that their piano player was not there this Sunday. I noticed a few other little stumbles during mass, at first. Most important to me, from where I sat, my first impression was that everyone at the mass was from the suburbs; I noticed few dark faces in the crowd. My opinion of the church was sliding downhill.

Even so, Y stood next to me wearing a red robe and I noticed a few other Buddhist monks had mentally come to this mass as well. They would not come to a service that didn’t truly represent Jesus.

I was thinking this when Y said to me, “You don’t need to write anything bad about the center.”

I thought about what he said. The mass was very nice and the only thing that bothered me was that I wondered if people were invited to attend from the neighborhood. What would Father Casey think of such a mass? Yet, I knew the Capuchin Center and Monastery feeds hundred of people six days a week. I have donated small sums; so, I decided I’d wait and see.

Jesus said to me, “The enemy knew you were coming here.”

Ah, enough said. Now I knew why Father was having a bad day and why my first impression wasn’t great. The enemy wants me to criticize the center. Usually, when the enemy wants something squashed, it means that it is doing an excellent job for God and heaven. Right then, I began taking a new look at all that was happening.

I noticed right away that even without the piano to lead them, the drums, flute and singing voices were very well done. I especially liked the drumming. Then during communion I was amazed at the large number of people who reflected different cultures and races, African American, Asian and Indian. My first impression had been opposite of the wonderful things that were going on here in this church. I should have known.

. After mass, I walked around the Father Solanus Casey Center. I met a man from India who was with a group of people waiting to watch a movie of Father Casey. I sat and had coffee and cake in the dinning room, browsed a few books on religion in the pleasant library, and wandered around admiring the displays about Father Casey’s life. He was a true miracle worker.

The center has a small inside glassed in garden, but my favorite is the outside Peace Garden because it has a small number of exquisite sculptures. The one I admired the most isn’t exactly a sculpture, it is a large, beautifully shaped, piece of burnt tree trunk. This piece of tree spoke volumes to me.

It has other amenities that anyone can read about on the web at www.solanuscenter.org. I spoke with the man at the information desk and he told me that this center served people two meals a day, but their other center, on Conner serves three meals a day. I believe they help people who have been burned out and give other help to people in need. Truly, Father Casey must be looking down and smiling at the work still being done in his name. I intend to come back to St. Bonaventure Monastery once in a while. Also, I hope to stop in from time to time in the summer to check out the beautiful cards, read a book, or sit in the garden. The atmosphere of the whole center and monastery is one of helping hands, solitude and contemplation

6/6/06

Here it is 666, 7:30 in the morning and I feel like the boy who cried wolf or chicken little. Ha, “It is a beautiful day in the neighborhood,” as Mr. Rogers would say. It will be nice all day because if anything was going to happen by terrorists, it would have occurred between 1:00 and 6:00 am. So the possible disaster is over. This is one of the reasons I put the date on the web. The verse matched 9/11 because it too referred to the evil one, but there is no 13th month, so my thinking was that there may have been plans.

Not sure, but I like to think that we may have cheated a terrorists out of a favorite number. In the past, the terrorists have used our own bible against us. Well, I am happy we didn’t have a disaster, but now I’ll need to finish cutting the grass.

6/8/06

I am angry enough to spit nails. Can you imagine that if the Council votes yes, every family who owns or rents a home in Detroit will need to pay $300.00 a year just for garbage pickup? The same city that had more than 5,000 repossessions in 2004? The same city where people pay double for auto insurance and homeowners? The same city that will not pick up bulk? The same city that never sweeps a side street or plows the snow or sends the police for a nuisance calls, and sometimes for a real emergency?

What goes on here?

Will the Mayor and Deputy Mayor pay their little $300.00 from their $200,000.00 wage for in front of their Mansion?

If the city must charge for such a service, then charge according to income or real-estate value or zip code. To someone like the Mayor $300.00 is a drop in the bucket, to one of us home owners it is another squeeze on the pocket book that we can’t afford. Please Mayor, get creative and do something better than throw bills at hard working and struggling people.

Well, I am still angry even after spewing my thoughts out on paper, so to speak. But I want to say Thank You to JoAnn Watson, Brenda Jones, and Kwame Kenyuatta for voting the measure down. It was stated in The Free Press today that the Council will take another vote on Friday and it is believed that it might pass. I truly hope it does not. I know who I won’t be voting for next time, Monica Conyers, Kenneth Cockrel, Shella Cockrel and Alberta Tinsley-Talabi all voted to charge $300.00 to each home owner. I definitely intend to keep this list of names handy for when it is needed.

6/11-12/06

It is so interesting that I am with Alia but I am not all her. We share, but keep apart too. Yet, there was hardly a difference between us other day as I walked in the woods with father and my close friend Jerry who is about my age. Father was showing us different fauna and small animals as we came across them. Some would jump away because we startled them and others would sit still and stare at us. Most of the wild life on the planet is small and harmless. A few snakes and bugs have the potential to harm, but we learn how to protect ourselves.

We children are loved so deeply that no adult would allow us to go out alone into the interior of the jungle at puberty unless they knew we would be safe. I know this because Jerry and I and a few other kids are going out there when we get older. That is why we learn how to shield ourselves against bugs at a young age.

On earth, as I sit in my back yard, Alia is trying to help me build a shield against the mosquitoes. I am sitting out here reading a book, but the mosquitoes keep finding me. I am not good at this and may never be.

I just rejoined Alia on her world as she sits in the grass reading a book-cube. It looked like a book, but the pages don't turn. I assumed it was a computer. She told me that it could also be a different shape, or she could read the words directly inside her mind. She demonstrated how it looked and I tried to read words inside her (our) mind. I did slowly; it didn’t fit me well. I am not used to reading like that.

I still find it amazing that I can be with Alia, yet, not be her. We share a lot of knowledge, but some of it is too hard for me to grasp. She tells me that she has a similar problem on my world. She was with me during meditation one morning. I forgot to ask her what she thought of my talking to Jesus and Y.

I am suddenly back on my world, and I find that, either the shield worked, or the mosquitoes moved on for some reason. They are not bothering me now, but I decide not to tempt fate and go into the house. (Didn’t work when I tried it alone either).

Today I joined with Alia as she walked to Jerry's home. He has his project in the back of his home because it is too large for the house. I looked at it and all I could see was a big lit up cloud of needles. Actually, hollow light tubes that we use to build with.

Jerry said, "Do you want to see it work?"

"Yes," I did because I was perplexed as to what it was and didn't want to say. I was just as baffled as Alia as myself.

Suddenly, the formless cloud began to reshape. A huge wheel with spokes began spinning slowly at a 90 degree angle inside the cloud. The cloud material began to sink in towards the wheel until everything was absorbed by the turning wheel.

"It is beautiful," I said to Jerry.

When it began to move again, I finally realized what it was he had made because now the wheel changed shape. It elongated into a long tube with blue light coming out of one end. Naturally, the first shape had to be the universe, the next a space environment station, and the next a space ship that travels through space.

Jerry ran it backwards and then forwards once more. It was truly great to watch with all the colors reflecting the stars.

"That's hot ions coming from the ship" he told me. "Old fashioned, but good to look at."

He really had put on a good show, much better than my own small one. His smile made me smile with delight too. I wondered what he would build next.

6/13/06

This morning I sat and visited with Jesus and Y on a mountain near a waterfall. We spoke of various unimportant things and then Jesus mentioned that it would be good for me to walk in the cathedral. He likes the idea of earth joining the angel world. Y likes it too and said there may be more places where both worlds join together in the future. Earth certainly needs all the help it can get from the angel world. What do they get from us? A good feeling from helping?

After spreading the light as much as possible and hugging my family, I put on the Georgian chants and stepped into the Cathedral of light. I walked the glowing path for a few minutes taking in the scenery and the many windows that show bible stories. Then I noticed a line of monks walking silently across my path. I joined them in their walking meditation. I put my hands up in a prayerful gesture and followed for a while. Usually, I walk in the cathedral with my hands out and slightly bent upwards as if to gather or spread the light. So this was a little awkward for me because I kept wanting to close my eyes as I walked. I dare not. I would bump into the chair or table or something worse. When I used to go to Ribbon World, I would walk just like this in a line with my hands up in prayer, head bowed, and eyes closed, but I was sitting on my chair. This was different and I could not stay in the right mood to follow the monks for very long. So I broke off and went my own way.

I always go to the section of the Cathedral dedicated to Mary. I check the bench near the red roses to see if anyone is waiting. This day there was a tall, young man who I hugged, then he left. This helped me realize that it would be possible in our busy lives to send a surrogate, our soul, to sit on the bench while we went about our daily business. And this may actually be true, else how could anyone know when to visit to meet me, or I them, although, the angels are always there too. Nevertheless, time runs as we determine it individually here, not by clocks. This is to my liking.

I begin to wonder if my hugs are too quick. I hug and run, so to speak just because it is so easy to do. I should linger longer. I will next time.

Oh, I just saw another part of the cathedral that is the strangest part of all. I can't believe it! It is a whole section of the Cathedral filled with water for the whales and dolphins. Why should this have surprised me? They worship God in their own way. Amazing. I never thought they would join us in our endeavor. A dolphin is smiling at me right now, as if delighted in my astonishment. One day I will go into that section of the Cathedral and write what I see. For now I am still too surprised to take note of much more than deep water.

This Cathedral of Light is here for anyone who wants to walk its path. A person can go to any shrine they choose, or just sit and contemplate life beneath a tree. Surly there is also a bubbling brook here someplace. It is a glorification of nature as much as a collection of the religious symbols we use to celebrate our love for God.

6/14/06

When I think of sweat shops, I usually think of adults working in auto part factories or tennis shoe factories in a production line. I feel sorry for them because they make so little; yet, I figure that they probably make an average wage for the country they live in, or slightly less. Given the choice, many would choose to keep the factory open because it is the only income they can earn. So my opinion has been that maybe sweat shops are better than no job at all.

My view on sweat shops changed totally when I saw on the news what is happening in India—Almost 11 million children work in sweat shops in India. One girl, who looked about ten years old, said she works ten hours a day, six days a week, for 2 pounds a month.

These children should be playing soccer, studying how to read, learning numbers, hugging their mother at home, playing with brothers and sisters and friends. They should not be sweating in factories instead of going to school.

I don't know what to do about it. Certainly, we need to stop buying the products made in the factories that hold children captive as if they were slaves. They are often locked up so they won't run away. The African American population, at the very least, should be up in arms about the slavery going on in the rest of the world, sex slaves and children slaves, and worker slaves.

We should all stop buying the products from sweat shops, but what are the products? Rugs from India? Matches? Cloths with sequins stitched in? What else? I don't know. But I know this, if I knew some child's fingers were bleeding as he or she stitched together the product I was about to purchase, I would drop it like a hot coal. I don't know how to find out which shops enslave children. Perhaps nobody knows, or some info may be on the web. I need to do a search.

What is the solution? I racked my brains to come up with one. Surly there is a way out for these young children. The only solution I can think of is to support the children while they go to school. If the school could pay them 2 pounds a month for studying their lessons, they could stop sweating in those factories.

Ah, where will the money come from? The government of India probably doesn't have it, but we do. We American just gave the oil companies more than 36 billion in profit for the last year. We gave it to them out of the kindness of our hearts because we allowed them to charge a greater percentage for profit than necessary. That excess money we gave the oil companies could have paid for every one of those 11 million children to stay in school and study for years. Assuming a pound equals a dollar in approximate value, here is the math

36,000,000,000/11,000,000=3273/$2.00=1636

This means that we could send all of these children to school for 1,636 months or 136 years? (I must have done the math wrong)? by paying them the same amount they earn now in the factory.

Why haven't we?

Why have we given these extra funds to the oil companies and to other companies while so many people are desperate? Should companies take a large percentage of profit without returning it into society? Profit, remember, is money that is left over after everything else has been paid.

I just read that we have used about 400 billion so far in the war effort. Imagine the money we would have available when we are able to leave Iraq. (Iraq will blossom like a flower. We will leave). Well, I imagine all that money spent on people, but I don't believe it. Unless the cause is great enough to have a gun behind it, our government doesn't seem capable of spending money on anything but pork barrel projects and perks. Extra funds would give that much more money to someone else’s pocket. I feel discouraged when I think about it, but I smell improvement in the air. Well, as Fritz used to say, onwards and upwards.

6/16/06

I got a lesson in complex webs this morning. I first met with Jesus and Y and we talked. I have been thinking of those 11million children working in drudgery in India, Bangladesh, Kenya and other places.

I asked Jesus, “What can this simple, gentle, light do for those children?”

“It will speak to their soul. It may ease their lives, help them to be content.”

“Somehow it doesn’t seem enough.”

“It is up to the people. Only people can change what is happening.”

“Sometimes I think earth is the cauldron of the universe.”

Jesus didn’t comment on this.

“Would you like me to take you on a tour?” Y asked.

“To see the places where children work in India?”

He nodded.

Jesus said, “He knows India well.”

Of course, I knew that. So I followed Y on a tour of India and Bangladesh. Our first stop was to a place where boys and girls were using needles and thread to sew things. I am not sure what they were sewing. I gave a young girl a big hug, and then went around giving hugs to the children working here in this illegal factory, illegal because I read that India has laws against such practices.

We spread the light of God around the room until it glowed brightly. I went to one girl and gave her a hug and was surprised when she looked back at me.

“You can see me!” I said. I was surprised, but I shouldn't have been. Many children can see what adults have forgotten to see. She gave me a big smile in return as I hugged her again. Y explained that these children will go home to their parents at the end of the day.

We left and went to another building with small rooms filled with various children doing dirty work. One room held slightly older boys cutting some kind of meat, over and over, they cut and shoved the red meat into a tub. I am not sure what they were cutting up, maybe chickens? Guts and blood lay on narrow tables and else where in the room. This place was horrible compared to the last place we visited. I got the impression that these boys don't go home often, if ever. Maybe they had no home.

This tore at my heart strings. I hugged a few of the young men and said, “I love you.” They didn’t hear, I am sure.” Disgust and anger seemed to fill the space where love should be.

I said to Y, “How can we reach them? How can we help? What if we pour light into their overseer? I went to a tall thin man, standing and leaning against the filthy doorway, who seemed to be the overseer and sent as much light as I could at him.

This is where Y's words hurt the most. He said, “The overseer is just as trapped in the situation as the younger men who are cutting the meat. They are all caught in a web that they can’t pull out of."

My imagination suddenly bloomed into a picture of a sticky web with people stuck to its threads by glue, and each time they tried to pull away, the glue pulled them back. I shuddered to erase the image, but it is true, very true, and maybe it is true for all of us. Certainly, it is true for everyone in the gut strewn room this day. The overseer works for someone higher up who is also in the web who works for someone even higher. Ultimately, as we climb up the stick web, we find the top financier, the one making as much profit as he can force out of the children. The top financier is still the person or group most at fault in this slave labor even though the work is farmed out to small, independent businesses with rooms like the room Y and I stood inside.

A good article in Time magazine this week showed the democratic and upwardly mobile side of India. Wonderful, unless their price for progress is to use 11 million children as work horses. But I shouldn't be too hard on any other country, America has enough poverty and crime to fill books.

Y seemed to be taking me down hill as far as working conditions went, so when Y asked me if I wanted to continue, I told him "I don't want to see anything worse than this. Is there worse than this?"

"Yes, but we don't need to go there."

Then we went to places where children worked, but the environment wasn’t as bad as that other place because it was outdoors or in a sunlit room.

We went to factories in Bangladesh that had a lot of girls using sewing machines. I remember seeing a program about the history of the United States where a sewing machine factory burnt down with all the women locked inside. The news of it shocked the world so badly that the practice of locking people up to make them work was discontinued.

Here in Bangladesh, I think, people consider it a necessity to work in the factories. When I saw that many of the girls and young women working at the machines had bandaged fingers and hands, I felt sad for them and walked around giving as many hugs out as I could. A few boys were working at sewing machines too, and needed hugs. Y was sending out his great light to fill their hearts and souls with peace. These children can go home at night, and I hoped they walked away from their ten hour job this day feeling happier than usual.

We also went out into the fields where many very young children were bent over the crops picking or pulling or planting. What I noticed right away was that they were all very thin and bony; yet, the children seemed very capable and efficient, even content with their station in life. What choice do the children who are caught up in such a web have? The whole system is meant to degrade their worth as humans. Although, some children are able to work and go to school, too many are slaved to work.

God must see further then we do. God must see their individuality and worth and spirit. Certainly, many of these children are good. How would they have time to be otherwise? True, in many countries, kids become street children, toughened and hard, made thieves by circumstances. Some children are deliberately imprinted with anger and hate so they will go to war and shoot people.

What does God see here? If the children loose their innocence, who should take the blame? Is everyone caught in this sticky web of circumstance, a web that kills or maims a life before it has a chance to become? I think it is not only these children caught in the web, we are too, and if we want to loosen these bonds, we need God. Heaven's light may be the only way to release us from the glue.

6/17/06

This morning I have an early appointment so I began to meditate about 8:00 am. It doesn’t matter when we join the circle of light, people and angels are always gathered to expand the light of God. We encircled the whole earth and sent out light, as usual, then we lined up and walked the whole earth sending soft light out in front of us and letting it swirl behind us as we walked. By the time we get around the world, it was glowing with the soft white light of God that comes from our soul. On the way I stopped, here and there, to give a child a hug. I hugged a child in Africa and India and Iraq and South America and Bangladesh. Then for a single moment, I lost everything to despair. For one second the light was gone and I felt racked with hopelessness as I hugged one of the children.

I shouted out, “How can I hug all the children. I don’t have enough arms!”

Suddenly the glowing angels were at my side. They said, “If you hug one child, we will multiply that hug by thousands.”

The light swirled around me again and I walked on consoled by the promise of heaven. The angels mean this for every one of us who can empathize enough to send a mental hug to any person. I didn’t only hug children. I hugged a some adults in seemingly bad straights as well. I hugged solders in Iraq, American and Iraqi. I hugged a young lady walking down a street in London and a very old lady sitting at a wooden table in an English cottage. I hugged a young black man who seemed in agony for some reason and an older one in America who seemed to see me.

What is amazing is that all this takes only a few minutes, but with the angels multiplying every hug, it could go on for hours. Not a bad return for fifteen minutes of my time.

During that same fifteen minutes, I also went to the bench near Mary’s shrine in the Cathedral. The roses are every color, but my favorite is the white ones today. They are like the white roses in my yard, huge and lovely. The bench glows and I see two people sitting on it. I sit with them for a moment and give each of them a hug.

I assume they have spoken to Mary of their problem. I don’t choose to see a specific individual here on the bench because it should be private. To me, everyone looks like ghost or phantom and I prefer it this way. People should feel free to come and go in the Cathedral anonymously.

Then I stood up and walked through different parts of the Cathedral. I realized as I did that this act must seem strange to a lot of people. It takes work and imagination to see our way through such a holy place. I also realized that I have never seen a statue of Jesus hanging on the cross in the Cathedral, but I will probably see one eventually. Not that there is anything wrong with such a statue if it jars our memory, but I just would rather know Jesus as living, breathing and friendly. The whole Cathedral is shaped like a Maltese Cross anyway, a cross set into a square. I have never seen any pews either. None needed in this Cathedral of light, not with all the flowers, grass, and trees surrounding the religious symbols.

An important thought I had as I walked through the Cathedral of light was that this is like Plato’s pure forms. We are actually stepping into the pure forms rather than the impure forms that we build on earth. The angel world consists of the pure forms. The Cathedral is on the angel world but linked to earth. I think this makes the Cathedral a little more understandable. Ideas too, are here in their pure form, but I don’t understand this concept well. Perhaps we can pick-up new modes of thought or think clearer if we sit in the Cathedral for a while. I only know that I like to walk in the Cathedral for a few minutes a day. It pleases me. One day I hope to be driving into Detroit and see a large rainbow hovering over the city, I will believe it is the Cathedral of Light becoming more manifest on earth.

I am ashamed to say that I have not walked through the sky tunnel tree of late. I haven’t felt the need to travel, even with Jesus. I have been so busy completing my book and working with art, that I feel pressed as to time. I wish I could double the time available to me. I also work two days a week, but what is my complaint? School is out and I am free for the summer. I am so lucky.

It is a great feeling to have so many creative things to do that I run out of time. We can’t ask for much more in life than goals to achieve and gifts to give. Now all I need to do is figure out why my web site keeps going down. It is always for a different reason which is the usual mode of operation of mankind's enemy. No matter, I will keep pushing.

6/19/06

After I went around the world to spread light and hug children, I walked in the Cathedral of Light for about five minutes as I listened to the Gregorian chants. As soon as I felt comfortably accustomed to the feel of the walkway and trees, I sat on the bench amid red roses myself, and told Mary about my own problem; besides, I need a hug from an angel once in a while too.

It was after this, as I walked through the Cathedral with my hands out and eyes open that I was suddenly visited by a dolphin and a whale. I learned that they wanted to show me their part of the Cathedral. This was astounding. I could not imagine what they would show me as I walked into their sanctuary.

At first, it seemed as I had stepped onto Ribbon World. The atmosphere felt similar, but there the air is like water, here it was water, water filled with light and waves. Most noticeable was the tall sea grass that seemed to dance in undulating waves between beams of light.

I looked deeper into the cavern for some religious symbol to focus on, but only saw the grass moving and the waves. No statue or coral arraignment seemed evident. Well, I suddenly realized that this made perfect sense; because, certainly there would be nothing manufactured in a dolphin/whale arm of the Cathedral. They don’t manufacture or use material of any kind. Their whole lives and what drives that life must be the environment they swim in. Probably more deeply conscious of what they swim in then we are of our air.

But where is their religious symbol? Grass? Water? Ah, then I understood. Their symbol for prayer is movement. The currents that run through the water, the sway of grass, the hollows of the depths, and the sway of all the waves in the sea, this is their symbol. Perhaps this movement is a constant tactile feeling on their skin? Or running through them? I detected low sounds in the currents as well. Not sounds like dolphins make when they call outside of the water, more like the sounds whales and dolphins make below the water, subdued tenfold, as if in awesome worship of God.

They have waited a very long time for this day. A day when they can show their story to us. That is why they now join our Cathedral and invite people to visit. I just heard on the news that another vote about killing whales passed by one vote. This means they will continue to kill whales, thousands every year. Last I heard, the United States can no longer send the sharp, piercing screams of ultra-sound through their environment. These are intelligent species and don’t deserve to be slaughtered or harmed. I don’t know if only certain types of whales or dolphins have intelligence and worship. Also, they may be like us in the sense that some will believe more than others. I don’t know.

I think about the other worlds Jesus has taken me to. He has said that high intelligence is rare in the universe and treasured. One recent world we visited didn’t have any beings of high intelligence even thought the animals had evolved into high forms. He said that was rare too. I assume that most earth like worlds don’t have the total evolution package that earth does because earth is enormously complex. I don’t know. But I do know that earth is lucky to have three intelligent species, whales, dolphins, and humans, (sometimes I wonder if humans should be included on the list). Maybe some of our other animals are evolving greater intelligence, this could be the way of all life. No wonder heaven loves us so deeply and works so hard to save us along with our earth. Why don’t we love ourselves?

6/22/06

I woke up to news that an elderly man who runs an orphanage in Haiti had been kidnapped for ransom money. What kind of world do we live in? What kind of sick organism have we grown to fill earth's surface? Perhaps like any single human, the collective human body is also a mirror to what loved or tormented it.

So I ask again, what have we done to our world? Why have we not insured that every single human born is coddled and given every advantage to become the most it can be? Why have we allowed a few, more than a few in today’s world, to collect all the wealth and leave other people without any? Why haven’t we dispersed the commodities better knowing that a human body needs to prosper in physical and mental capacity? Not only the people, but the environment--what have we done?

Our own earth must keep trying to compensate for our errors by throwing fits in various areas and going wild in other places to bring the earth system back to normal. It may never be normal again unless we can get a grip on ourselves. We are at fault for this. The social problems we created have become so greatly disturbing, they have leaked into the structure of earth's physical system.

Right now, our planet and all its people, topple on a spinning earth out of balance. The weight has overburdened people in some areas with stupendous wealth and power, and left people in other areas raw with hunger and hate.

Jesus and the angels wish to help us put balance back into the world mess we have created, if we are willing. If we will take small, honest steps toward recovery, they will magnify our effort. Heaven stands ready and willing to give us anything we ask for, within their power, to turn it right. This is why they are teaching us how to intensify the light that comes from our center. Anyone who dares to widen their sight to develop their own inner light to share with other people will be given heaven's help. Everyone who longs to find the sky tunnel and go into the universe to view other worlds has the ability to do so. Everyone who finds the cathedral covering Detroit is welcome to walk its isles and visit the many shrines. Everyone who prays and directs that prayer outward is increasing the balance of society.

An aura of holiness and good is needed to correct the wobble of earth. We actually have a good chance of pulling this off. Jesus told us that the evil one’s days are numbered. I know that Jesus spoke from the future when he gave us predictions. He knew exactly what he meant, even if it took us two thousand years to see some of his meanings. It is for this reason, the knowledge that its time is almost over, that this evil one is pushing people to go against themselves and our physical world, hard and fast. It would try to undo us before heaven can fix it. We need to shock evil by reversing its course. We will do so with the words of Jesus,

Mat 28:18 And having approached, Jesus spoke to them, saying, "All authority in heaven and on earth was given to Me. ALT

Mat 28:20 teaching them to be observing all, as many as I commanded you. And listen! _I_ am with you all the days, until the conclusion of the age! So be it!” ALT

6/23/06

This morning as I began to meditate, I decided to walk through the Cathedral first and suddenly I got the grandest idea—why not pick up children from around the world and take them on a tour of the Cathedral? Delighted with the chore, I went to various places on the earth and invited children to “Come walk with me.”

They gathered behind me as I walked them down the glowing floor stones and pointed out the grass and trees and sky for this Cathedral.

One young child asked, “What is a cathedral?”

I explained it was a church, but that this one was special because it was also included a mosque, synagogue, and other kinds of places where humans like worship God.

“It includes all the beautiful statues of every religion,” I told them. (I didn’t use the word symbol to the children because they were too young to understand the word).

By this time, Y had joined me in the Cathedral.

“This is a great idea.” He said.

He had a number of children following him too, some wearing the red robe of Buddhist children, some not. The Buddhist teach meditation to the children in their schools and also a modern way of life. So the children following Y are more able to visit the Cathedral of Light because of their prior training.

We showed the children each area that had a treasured symbol. We saw the walls of the Mosque with the moving words of the Koran, the great stone Wailing Wall, a statue of Shiva, and a giant, smiling statue of Buddha. As we entered different types of places, a child would show his or her delight at its familiarity. Also, I was pleased to find a statue of Jesus of the Sacred Heart in the same vicinity as the statue of Mary, also surrounded by roses and showed this to the children as well.

(Today is the feast day of The Sacred Heart of Jesus in the Catholic Church. I am proud that the church I go to every week is named after the Sacred Heart of Jesus.)

Then I said to the children, “I have a special treat to show you.”

Y and I walked down the glowing path while the children followed, taking small side steps to look at anything of interest with laughter and fun; until, we came to the huge, water filled room where the whales and dolphins worship. Then we all became silent.

As we walked into the liquid water, the children hushed their laughter and speech. All of us stood quietly in awesome wonder at what we were seeing. A huge whale swam far above us and dolphins came to swim around us and welcome us to their part of the Cathedral. We watched the tall grass sway in the waves. Looking at the children, I noticed that their body images undulated in the waves as well. The water wasn’t dark as you’d expect for whales; light from the sky made the water glow with beams of sun that turned the grass into vivid greens and reds. There was colorful coral and tiny fish near by as well. I hadn’t seen the coral the first time.

We left this watery haven as quietly as we had entered. It was too wondrous for words. Back beneath the sky of the Cathedral, we said a subdued good-by to the children and they giggled away.

This whole visit had taken only a few minutes because thoughts in the mind are instantaneous. Our thoughts are faster than light which makes any trip so quick you sometimes need to take hold of it and slow it down to get the full essence of what you are seeing.

After the children left, I stood with Y in the Cathedral.

“I don’t know why we didn’t think of this before. This is wonderful. I will bring children here all the time now.” I told him.

“Yes, not only you, but all of us will gather up the children and bring them to this Cathedral.”

I feel so excited about this idea and still don’t know where it came from. Certainly heaven must have whispered it in my ear while I slept. This is how we will save the world. When Y speaks of “us” he is referring to many thousands of people who think as he does, who know how to walk the sky tunnel into the stars, who know how to visit the Cathedral, who pray all the time for the world’s deliverance from evil. I thought of all the religious monks and nuns of holy orders who pray fervently and can keep their minds on prayer better than most of us. They and the children will help all of us achieve the dream of a peaceful world.

By taking the children through the Cathedral of Light, we are showing them how to come together in love and holiness. They are the ones who will lead the world out of this morass we have fallen into. It is the children of this new generation who will change the world.

Oh, thank you God. I see it all plainly now. thank you heaven for that whisper.

I know the young children still need us to spread the light around because they haven’t learned how yet, although I believe that all children have an aura of God’s light around them. They are only young children, but I believe they will be the first generation of the new age.

Jesus said, “The meek will inherit the earth.”

And maybe those spiritually daring enough to use their minds will leave for the stars. They will learn to move their bodies instantaneously off earth. Earth will become barren one day or a true hell, unless we can pull it together soon.

6/23/06 Note- I have been off the web for almost a week, but worked hard to get these writings back on. Thank you for your patience.

6/24/06

I woke up this morning feeling like an awesome responsibility has been put on my shoulders. A beautiful chore, but a burden just the same. How can I or even thousands of us walk billions of children through the Cathedral and Sky Tunnel. (I just realized that I should always capitalize these words because they will come to mean a lot in the future).

Our human minds can’t come to grips with a billion anything. Well, I will do it like everything else, a bit at a time. But I ask the help of all those who are learning to walk the sky tunnel. When you feel content and capable within yourself, pick up a few children and bring them along with you. Children’s minds are so bright and elastic already, they will take what we show them, then double the effect by ten.

Jesus has said, referring to the enemies of mankind, “They are greatly afraid.”

I can’t imagine what they are afraid of. We humans tend to fear what we don’t understand. Sometimes I think we are run by our fears, the more fears we have, the more bound we are to the wrong side of ourselves. Probably a first step to understanding God, the universe, and ourselves would be to try and overcome those fears.

How can anyone be afraid of us and these children? We believe in togetherness and a oneness of caring and love. We believe that God will live on earth when all of us learn to become one with God and the universe. I can find nothing to fear in this unless it means that love will put limits to hate.

One thing I need to make very clear, Jesus is lifting me up too. I feel amused when I think of my life five years ago or ten when my ignorance was astounding. I am in a growing cycle just as all of you are and I must learning step by step. This is why I have no right to criticize younger people for their ignorance or quick temper or anger. I have been there. The new world paradigm requires that all of us work these problems though as best we can so we can remake our world until it pleases even the angels.

6/26/06

I feel that what happened the other day with the children is so stupendous that I am still rolling the idea around in my head. It changed everything by promising us a different kind of future. I am still coming to grips with the idea.

My writing often trends toward the dramatic and I often exaggerate woes and blessings of the world according to my mood of the moment. Ah the pleasure of writing. Yet, it can all be true if you dare ride the waves with me. I now see potential in our future that I couldn't find before. I believe the children will insist on it. An exaggeration or sight through rose colored glasses? Maybe, but I see the children of today, those we take on mind travels, as growing up and throwing off the yoke of what we hold important in today’s world. I see them learning to use their active imagination in ways we can only dream of now. These children will do the feats Jesus has shown me humans can do on other worlds, and perhaps all of us if we can learn to walk through Alice's looking glass.

6/27/06

I have been taking children on trips through the Cathedral all week. It could as well be called a temple if Cathedral is too catholic for some people. I just go pick up kids from around the world, tell them to follow me, and we take a walk through the Cathedral of light. I need to stress that I am not teaching anything, only showing. I show them the statues, but always we come to the best room of all for children, the arm of the cross where the whales and dolphins swim.

I have begun to realize that it doesn’t matter where we go with the children. What matters is that they are traveling with their mind for a fraction of a minute. From now on I intend to concentrate on the pathway that leads up to where the whales and dolphins are. This always amazes the children, and myself. I began this quick tour because I picked up a few children working at hard tasks. Mind travel is quick, but I wanted to make it quicker so they could continue doing their work at the same time they walked with me in the Cathedral of Light.

Now I tell the children as they leave, “You can come back any time.”

Also, just today, I brought a few children into the Sky Tunnel. First I showed them a tree limb turning and twisting up into the sky. Then we walked in the tunnel as I showed them how to put their hands on the wood to feel the texture. We went to the end of the tunnel and stepped out into space. We stood where the stars were blazing in bright hues of wild, moving colors. Then I shooed them back home.

I wondered as we did this that it probably wouldn’t do much good to take a young child to another world because they have so much to learn still about this one. Yet, ultimately, it is important that they can step onto another world. It is up to all of us who have learned how to walk the Sky Tunnel to show the universe to all the children.

I still feel overwhelmed by this idea of bringing the children up into space or on the angel world. I sense the enemy trying to block this effort, so I have begun doing it in random spurts. On a whim, during any part of the day, I stop and invite children to come with me. Time is not a factor. We need not worry about children sleeping because they are on the other side of the world. Just pick them up and time will reconfigure to make it right. If each of us do this when we can with even one child, then we will be choosing children from all the different nations. We are only human and can’t always make the time in our busy lives, but I ask everyone to try.

Actually, I felt ashamed the other day because I suddenly realized that I was calling kids from India, Africa, the Middle East, and Eastern Europe, but had neglected children living here in America. We are all subject to whims and faults. These children are such a wonder, their delight at seeing the whales and walking amid the coral and fish pours happiness on me too.

I was standing in Iraq the other day and trying to hug a few men who I believe were part of the insurgent group. The religious leader was with me and we both hugged different men and tried to send the light into them. I went to one person who was so covered in darkness that I could not penetrate, the dark was like steel armor set around the person.

The religious leader said to me, “I see now.”

I saw this for the first time too. How can some people be so covered in darkness? What has happened to them? It isn’t only the insurgents, it also happens to American solders, and to various people around the world. If we can think of God as singling out certain people like Mother Theresa for sainthood, we can also think of God’s opposite singling out other people for hate. It makes me want to cry. We must all hold ourselves together and walk with God. Any other path is too dangerous.

6/28/06

Three times now I have taken children, thousands at a time (don't ask me how this is possible, it just is) through the Sky Tunnel and on to different worlds. I would have thought this would not be interesting to the children; I was wrong. They loved it. One world had such thick air that we could all float or fly on a whim. The rocks were made of something like soap or wax. It could have been a bubble on Jupiter? We went to another world where there was these strange animals. The children climbed all over this big, ape like creature. It just sat there and allowed it. Maybe it didn't know. It had actual spot like patches on its skin. This came about because one of the children shouted they wanted to see animals with spots. Jesus obliged by taking us to a world where animals had huge spots.

The children never ask who Jesus is, or myself either. They just take it for granted that we are the leaders. Yet, once we get to a world, the children are like bees swarming all over the fauna and animals. A very few children seemed afraid before they walked into the whale's sanctuary, but not for long. I carry the babies in, and almost all the children gasp as they learn that, in this special place, they can breath the strange watery air.