5/2/06
God walked with me this morning in the Cathedral of Light. God is a giant who glows with golden energy.
He said to me, “It is good.”
I believe God likes the universality of the Cathedral. Every religion or type of worship is represented within its glowing walls. I have not seen but a fraction of the variety that is within. I have seen it as if from the air and it’s peaks rise above the clouds.
Though, it has no roof, it has some of the structure of the great Gothic and Renascence cathedrals around the world. If you happen to glance at a specific place, then take note and focus closer, you might see a rose window. The other windows play out scenes from the bible, and perhaps from all the religious scriptures around the world. It is a grand Cathedral of Light fit for God. God is pleased.
I built a statue of Mary yesterday. I used wire fencing and tried to make the correct shape. I can't make it look like Mary; it remains just my symbol of her. I have climbing rose bushes at the base and expect them to grow up to cover the wire figure. We all know that Mary’s symbol is the rose. I love roses too and it pleased me to accomplish this tribute to Mary on the first day of May.
Mary always tells me that the light from God is infinite. I am finding this true in my own life and the lives of those around me. Either I am seeing differently, or people are becoming more beautiful. Which? I think that spreading the light throughout the city and world is changing us all for the better.
I was told once by Jesus that in order to send the light far, we must knowingly do so. I imagine it is like expanding the aura of light from our bodies out into world. Even with my vivid imagination, this is not easy to do. All of us continue to try. Some people are greater at this than I am because they are more able to concentrate their mind.
The more we can concentrate on sending the light outwards, the better it works. If we can remember that the light, as Mary says, is infinite, then the more we pull the light within ourselves to send out, the more light we will receive. A fount of psychic light that never ends, an amazing thing to contemplate.
While I walked in the Cathedral
this morning, I thought of my friends and went to them with an invisible hug.
Though I know these people are ok. My favorite place to go during meditation is
to people who are in distress. I hugged one Spanish young lady who was holding
her baby. I don’t know why she was upset, but I hugged her the best I could.
Next I went to a few babies in
Do these people know they have been hugged? I don’t know, I don't think it matters because their soul knows. They give me a gift when they accept my hug, and this pleases me immensely. Also, I love the idea that I can go any place on this round world to give a person a hug. At rare times, I believe I have helped dish out food to people in line, I have helped crying people feel better, I have wept and sorrowed with people. We can all do this if we put our minds to it. I like to imagine millions of us sending out mind out and about in the world to ease pain an sorrow. I believe God sees this too, this is why he walked with me this morning in the Cathedral of Light.
5/11/06
This evening I went with Alia as we rolled in wet, green grass, waded in the mucky water weeds of the dark pond, and walked across a long, fat fallen log that had fallen to the ground.
Jerry came by while I was walking along the log, and he began to jump up and down, wiggling and rocking the log until we almost lost our balance. We wanted to try not to fall off, but it was ok when we did. It was fun until he saw a black snake crawl out from the log and slither up the nearest tree.
Quickly, Jerry ran after it, pulled it off the tree, and jumped down. He wound the snake around his arm and hand as all the kids do and came over to show me the captured snake. When he reached out his arm to show the snake to me, it bit him. Shocked, he dropped the snake to the ground and it quickly slid away from us.
"It hurts bad," he said.
I could see that it did. The side of his hand swelling up double as I watched.
We both began to run back to town to find an adult. I sent a mental alarm out to everyone as we ran. His hand was getting larger all the time, but the adults came running out to meet us. Jerry's mom and dad grabbed him and took him into the nearest house. Unk and Big John came out to me a few minutes later.
"Jerry will be healed soon." They told me. "We need you to take us to the place where you saw the snake. We think it is a new type. We're not sure because the image both of you sent was blurred. It's poison needs to be studied."
I walked them back to the fallen log. They checked out the log and tree carefully, but could not find the black snake. Then I saw a long vine hanging from another tree branch, it was the snake.
Unk hurried over and grabbed the low hanging snake. I gasped as he twisted it around his arm and hand like Jerry had. It looked to me like the snake was about to bite him. Suddenly, Unk's hand and the snake froze as if time stood still all around his hand.
He moved his frozen arm towards me and asked if this was the same type of snake that bit Jerry.
"Take a good look at the snake." Old John told me. "We need to know for sure."
We both looked at the small black snake as Unk held it still. The snake was all black except for white behind its head and two white stripes down each side. It also had a small red dot beside each eye. I didn't like its tongue that was hanging down.
"Move back," Unk said just before he released his mental hold on the snake.
This time, as I watched, its head snapped into Unk's hand just as he was about to let it go. Calmly, Unk lifted up his arm and flung the snake back towards the trees.
"The snake bit you." I said.
"Yes. It is a very aggressive snake, but we will study its habits another time. Right now, we need to know more about its poison. I have it contained inside my hand."
I pictured a big glob of poison swelling into a ball on Unk's hand. I felt in awe of him that he could be so brave, but still felt perplexed.
"If Jerry is ok, why do we need to know about the snake's poison?"
It was a stupid question and I knew it as soon as it was out of my mouth.
Big John smiled at my embarrassment at being stupid and said, "Because we know a young girl who wants to explore the big wide world some day and this knowledge will help her to prepare for that trip."
I couldn't help laughing at his long winded sentence just to tease and tell me what I already knew. We laughed together. It was ok to laugh because Jerry was safe.
I thought about how children can't prevent accidents like an adult, but then I remembered my father telling me how his friend broke a bone, and I remembered the cat's screams when a large rock rolled on top of it. The cat died. I, the Diane inside Alia, wondered if dreadful things were beginning to happen because the darkness had found the planet already.
I didn’t say or ask because, right then, I didn't want to know, but now as I write this down from my notes, I wonder and worry. At least I am assured that I didn't bring it, but it is coming. Maybe sooner than the people know. When I go to Shambala, Alia's planet, the first thing I notice is air that smells clean and fragrant with goodness. I never thought anyone could smell goodness before, but on her world you can smell it as well as see it in the bright colors. I have thought about this and wondered if the absence of a billion busy minds has something to do with it.
Jesus tells me, "No." The purity comes from the lack of darkness on that world. He says that earth is covered in such darkness and that it takes extraordinary effort by any of us to rise above it. He doesn't mean that we need to lift up exactly, he means that we need to grow in spiritual awareness. The more we learn to use the light, the more we can become the light that we are meant to me. I dream of the whole earth one day smelling as pure as Alia's planet.
Jesus just spoke to me. He said, "It will."
Enough said.
5/13/06
Jesus told us that heaven was like little children. I understand what he meant now. While I was leaving school the other day, a young girl came up to me with a big smile and said happily, “You were my sub,” and gave me a quick hug. This happens often. The other day a young kindergartner pointed to me and told his mother I subbed in his class. I may not see some children for a long time, but they still call me by name in the hall or some just wave. What is most important, they always have a smile on their face.
Heaven is like these children. Children are open, loving, accepting, and generous. The people on a few of the planets Jesus took me to visit are like these children in acceptance and generosity. I understand this better now because I have been a child, Alia, on one of these planets. I met the adults and spoke with them.
I have to call Alia's world heaven. It is easy to see only good, but good seems to surround everyone on that world. I am sure it is the same on the whole planet. Flaws are just now showing up from the darkness, but it won’t prevail on that world. Jesus has promised this.
Where is this planet Alia lives on? It could be in a higher dimension above earth like the one the angels live on, or it could be out in space or time somewhere. I don’t know the answer to that question. There are many dimensions to space and room for a billion of every kind of life and planet imaginable. Space abounds with life.
I keep writing about earth’s cover of darkness because it is so important to lift off that darkness, but in doing so, I often neglect to praise earth for its singular qualities. Jesus has said that we have many admirable qualities. The same complexity that gets us into trouble is also seen by other people as interesting. The range of skin color fascinates, our convoluted cultural arenas, our drive to overcome serious barriers. At one time or another, as we traveled, Jesus has spoken of these things about earth. Also, Earth probably produces the most ingenious ideas of many populated worlds. That last was a guess; I am beginning to brag.
The point I am trying to make is that if we could lift off the darkness that covers our world, we would still be left with earth's unique qualities. We would have a lot to share with inhabitants of other planets, but not excessive profit as the science fiction stories imply. I just wrote about how the people of heaven are innocent and good, like children; children don't live for profit. If we want to join the Community of Worlds, we will need to modify our morals, or begin living them.
5/13/06
I met with Jesus and Y this morning on a beautiful spring mountain side with a million purple flowers growing out of the snow and huge gray rocks with a gushing waterfall nearby. It was breathtakingly perfect and it reminded me of how great God is to have given us such treasures like this here on earth.
I discussed what I wrote about the need to become children to enter heaven. Jesus explained that living on one of the heaven worlds is like living with a conscience of one. He tried to put it in terms that we can understand because this is part of the reason for spreading the light. The light lifts the darkness by helping our minds recognize God. The ultimate goal is a oneness of always knowing what is good. It doesn’t mean that you loose freedom; rather, it is that you choose to fill yourself with all the qualities of childhood, love, openness, gentleness, generosity, love. Maybe the bad conscience stays as a small dot inside your mind because free will implies choice.
More and more, as the light spreads, people seem to wake up and want a good life for themselves and those around them. The light can banish the darkness of mind that has been holding us down for so long. It is time to work towards the start of the thousand years of peace that was predicted in Revelation. It is a long, bumpy road we travel, but travel it we must because the ultimate reward is worth every step.
This morning I joined a group of people for the circle of light. We no longer begin the circle on Mars, so the circle is always ongoing. This morning I entered the circle of light and joined the people as we hung above the blue green earth. We gathered up the light from our centers until it increased and flowed all around us. Then we went to encircle the earth. To cover with light, we stepped down on earth and began a long line march that stretched from pole to pole around the earth.
I always know when we reach the
edge of
We continued the march around the
world. When we got to
I spent a few minutes walking in the cathedral this morning too. It reminds me of a vast park with symbols of all earth religions within it. A few times this week I have found a person sitting on the bench amid the roses in front of Mary’s statue of light. I never know who the person is, but that doesn’t matter as I hug the person and they hug me. The angels wait in contemplation for the opportunity to hug someone in need. I am sure that Mary takes special notice of those who honor her.
5/14/06
It’s the middle of the night and I can’t sleep, so I might just as well write what has been running through my mind lately.
The oil companies have said that they can’t help their excessive profit.
I have read that they say, “We can’t help it," or "It isn’t our fault."
Untrue. Untrue. They certainly can help it. They are making more than 10% profit of the product they sell us. What is profit? Profit is what you have left over after you have paid off the rent, all the laborers, the utility bills, taxes, other business expenses, savings for infrastructure, and probably banked enough for lean years. All these bills get paid up front, the rest is profit.
If they
truly believed what they say and cared to change it, they would cut the cost of
the gas, and get their profit down to 2%-5%. Or they could roll over the excess
profit into the infrastructure of our country, like roads and environmental
concerns. All corporations, companies, and other business leaders around the
world should be held accountable for filling their own pockets beyond that 2 to
5% profit. If wealth was evenly distributed in
Excessive profit is the opposite of godliness. It is deceitful, greedy, self- indulgent, decadent, and stingy. Those who wallow in wealth are symptoms of an upside-down society, a world a-swim in darkness. Such a world as earth is today would never be allowed to join the Community of Worlds. We are too ungenerous to our own people.
I can hear the out cry already. “If you feed everyone then they will have more children which will make more problems, etc.” Not true. Exactly the opposite happens when a family’s means improve. When people get educated, have good employment, and enough to live on, they have fewer children.
If the world were a single home, we would easily see how useless it is for some of the family members to fill up their bedrooms with paper money while other family members cooked and cleaned for nothing or struggled to buy a meal. Looked at this way, the accumulation of wealth is a useless endeavor.
What good is one person owning a room full of money? Will it get them off the earth? Will it get them to heaven? Just the opposite. Will it spread good will? Will it create a good earth? What will it do for anyone? It will only give one person enough power to push a few other people around. But the powerful person forgets that there are real and true powers beyond the house, power that is so big it could stomp the house into the ground, yet, a power that does not act for fear of squashing the small people inside. Real power does not need paper money.
Well, I wrote it and I am still upset at the circumstances on earth. I know the problem is more complex than my little example, or is it? The fact is that if a company charges too much, they get excess profit. Our system seems based on profit so how can it be fixed? I am just a little person, what can I do? Something because I want to see a good earth and that thousand years of peace predicted in Revelation in my life time.
5/14/06
It is Mother’s day and the Men of Isuthu, a group of men at church, cooked breakfast for all the women at church today. It was very nice, plus, they are good cooks. I felt flattered that the church group would go out of its way for us women. The church also gave all the women a carnation Not just the mothers, because as Father Thomas says, most women raise other people, even if they don’t give birth to them. Women are the hearts of society and deserve recognition. Thank you Sacred Heart and Men of Isuthu.
I was surprised to learn something new about Mary the other day. Actually, I might have known but forgot. It is that she herself is the Immaculate Conception, not because she gave birth to Jesus. She herself was born without sin. Of course this is true. Jesus wasn’t the only God to be born among humans for our sake, Mary came too.
I have always said that I consider Mary an aspect of God and now I better realize why. Also, Mary epitomizes motherhood in the mind of most of us Catholics. Like most mothers, she moves us with her great sympathy and love. May is the month we honor Mary, the mother of Jesus Christ, and I add, the title Female aspect of God.
I should say something about where I read this information. It is from a book called, The Dynasty of Jesus. It is a very down to earth book written by James D. Tabor, an archeologist with his own ideas of what the bible verses say. I don’t mind reading different interpretations because I now understand that there are six to seven levels of understanding in each verse. Who am I to complain when someone comes up with a different view?
I am at the beginning of the book that purports to prove Jesus' link to royalty. I don’t doubt for a minute that Jesus belonged to royalty.. He said so himself, but suggested that his kingdom was in another place, on another world, or in another dimension. All may be true, and why not?
I find it interesting to read new ideas and information because I feel capable of avoiding what I don’t like about a theory. For instance, the writer is trying to hint that Jesus bones were once found, but are now lost again. Actually, I am not sure I believe this, but to me this makes no difference in Jesus resurrection. He didn’t need his bones in order to save us, but I understand that to many people it does make a difference. So I don’t recommend the book to everyone.
5/24/06
Note-I can understand a rise in heating charges of 60% for the winter of 2006 because it was after Katrina. What I don't understand is that no one is saying that those bills will reduce by 60% next winter. I would settle for 50%. What gives? Why is it assumed that the costs will not go back to normal? I intend to write to DTE Energy to find out. I will post their answer here. Keep this in mind: Most of the people we elect to office, has so much money that they never need to gather up funds to pay a heating bill.
5/25/06
I miss traveling with Jesus. We haven't for a long while. I will ask if we can travel this evening. Jesus always seems willing because he is proud of the universe in all its myriad variations.
I visit Alia often through the week, but the visit only lasts for a minute or two. Oddly, I think the time for earth and her planet are about on the same time level. I am not sure how this works. It may be that I get there at a convenient time no matter when I visit.
The other morning I was there for a short time while Alia was having breakfast. She was telling her mother that she was going to teach Johnny in the morning and then Alicea (I am not sure of name), their instructor was going to give all the students a special lesson.
Like most children, even though she is super intelligent, she lives in the moment. To me, most of her days are long, boring, and lacking in excitement. What else is new? Our own lives, even living life on the turmoil of earth, are most often just as dull and boring. At least, when I join Alia, I learn about a different culture. Perhaps, I should be thankful that my life isn’t exciting. I wouldn’t want it to resemble one of our television shows or movies.
5/25/06
I am sitting on the glider, resting and enjoying the strong breeze that is blowing through the yard and swaying the tree limbs. I like the wildness of storms and feel immensely pleased to be sitting here with nothing to do. The best moments are free. Earlier, I was feeling sorry for myself because I had to cut the grass again. Every week, week after week, I need to cut three fields of lawn and the grass around my house. It is too much to do at one time. My limit is 20 to 30 minutes at a time, so I break it up into three different days.
The reason I brought all this silly stuff up is because of what Jesus said to me as I cut the grass.
He said, “It is good exercise for you. There are a lot of women who can’t do what you are doing.”
I know it is good exercise and I don’t mind doing it once I get started, but Jesus words gave me extra energy and encouragement. My yard looks nice with the irises in bloom. The rose bushes have buds and will bloom soon. Late May and early June are the best time of year for beauty.
After I finished the lawn, I sat on the glider and Jesus, Y, and myself, went into the sky tunnel. We walked down the length of the living, wood-like tunnel and through ghosts of other people doing the same thing. I feel pride when I see a number of people walking down the sky tunnel. It means they are going places. Wonderful.
I had mentioned to Jesus that I missed traveling with him, so at the end of the tunnel Jesus asked me if I wanted to choose a place to go.
“No,” I told him, “I am too tired to think.”
He smiled and motioned that we should follow him.
We suddenly
floated in the sky of an earthlike planet. It looked like
We moved away towards the distant trees where the animals were more scattered.
Jesus said, “This is the only place on the planet where the animals gather together like this. The most likely they share a mutual truce for survival.”
“Don’t you know?” I asked.
“It isn’t vital that I know. We seldom interfere with the evolution on this type of planet.”
Y turned from observing a cat walk over the small hill and said, “I suspect there is no high intelligence on this planet?”
“You are right.”
“Interesting that so many different animals can live on a planet without evolving into a higher intelligence.” Y added.
Jesus said, “The planet may yet evolve high intelligence, but I doubt it. It took a different course from normal evolution.”
I noticed that the trees parted and out stepped a giraffe type of animal with two heads. I only saw it as a dark form against the sunlight so I don’t know if it had the spots like a giraffe or not.
Jesus said, “It is amazing that such an odd shape evolved and survived on this planet. As you can see, most of these animals evolved into common types.”
It was true, except for the strange markings on some, they could have come from earth. As far as shape went, I could probably label them as to general type, such as lion or zebra. The colors were different as was the color of the grass. Green fields lay next red and yellow fields, but this too would not be impossible on earth in the fall. I have learned that a rock is a rock and an animal an animal no matter what planet we visit. It seems true on most earth like planets, as if nature fills all niches and gaps in certain ways.
I thought of how intelligent dogs and monkeys were on earth and probably here as well. Could a dog species become the dominant high intelligence?
“Certainly there is intelligence here, just not the kind that manipulates its environment.” I stated. “Couldn’t a dog become the dominant species?”
Jesus said “It could because the universe is vast enough to include all possibilities, but, we decide the direction that intelligent evolution will take.”
I heard lightening and the storm was about to break; I had to leave and go into the house as soon as I said goodbye. Now that I remember Jesus words my imagination is running full steam. Who is the we he mentioned? The angels? The group of spiritual over-minds Jesus introduced me to a few times? And why not dogs? Why not anything? A million questions for another time.
5/26/06
I was proud
to be a part of
Imagine my surprise when one of the teachers came to call those poor looking students out of the classroom. They each came back with a handful of clothing that had been donated and bought for them. These children were so tickled, they had to try some of the tops on right there in class. One girl insisted she had to go to the bathroom. She came back with a new outfit on and so did another girl. A young boy went home with two full bags of cloths. He told me he was wearing all that he owned. Well, children exaggerate. But I felt proud to see the teachers in the Van Dyke School District show such generosity. It isn’t something new. One Christmas, a school gave away coats to children in need. Children will grow up to run the world one day, some will remember how nice their school was to them.
5/27/06
Once more, Jesus said to me, “You will heal.”
I should state here that Jesus shows himself to me with different natures. He can be earthly and personal one time, and God-like or a roaming spirit another time. This time he was as a high God who made a decree that smacked of certainty.
But I argue that I can’t heal, that I don’t know how, especially on myself. My knee still bothers me when it is damp but something else is wrong because I have less range of motion than I should. So I am limping by the end of the day and would rather not. Shouldn’t I be able to heal my own knee if was going to cure anything?
This morning I woke up early and thought about what Jesus said and then realized that he may mean something different than I have supposed. We have a good medical profession that can heal and take good care of people. A healer of sick bodies is not needed in today’s modern world.
What is needed is a healer of minds and motives. It is our aspirations towards too great a wealth that sickens us and corrupts our souls, not illnesses of the body. If this is what Jesus means, and the more I think about it the more I realize it is true, then I feel pleased to be a forward point on this next great change for earth.
An example of human hoarding—imagine our ancestor, the monkey, gathering up all the bananas in the jungle nearby while the other monkeys can only chatter angrily. One monkey has grabbed up the pile of bananas to hoard. It is jumping and screeching and bragging about its great pile of bananas. It sits on this pile of bananas and soon realizes something unpleasant. The pile is beginning to stink and rot into a yellow-brown mush. It has thrown away its friends, the real treasure for a pile of rotten garbage.
This is the same point Jesus often made for us. “Store up your treasure in heaven.” Jesus told us, implying that earthly treasures were worthless. In fact, as if to accent the rottenness of evil, Herod the Great grew sick in mind and body and became infected with worms before he died. I have just read how crazy he was along with his surviving son, Herod Antipas. I guess if you grow up in a crazy household, you have slim chance of being mentally healthy.
Herod
Antipas killed John the Baptist. I have been reading about this lately in The
Jesus Dynasty by James D. Tabor. This false King of the Jews wanted to rival
This morning was Saturday so we met as a group above the earth and centered the light on it. I am ashamed to say that I kept drifting off, at first, but was able to pull myself back. This seems normal for those of us who aren’t trained in the self control of deep meditation. When the earth began to glow with soft white light, we stepped down and walked a line around it, pulling a blanket of soft light, sometimes golden and sometimes pure white in front and behind us. We made sure to stop at the most wounded nations to give them an extra measure of the light.
Then each
of us went to personal friends and family to give hugs full of light. When this
was completed, I walked in the Cathedral of light that covers much of
This
morning, we both stood for a minute watching the words of the Koran move down
the walls of the mosque. I felt a great peace in
It is interesting to note the differences between how heaven and the angels work and the evil darkness that is upon us. Evil can strike quick and hard, damaging families and buildings. On the other hand, angels work slowly to penetrate souls and change hearts. Heaven takes time, but it consistently pours out treasure and joy. Totally unlike the quick thrill a terrorist’s might get at the death of others. They may effect the world somewhat, but they will never change the course of its future. Earth’s future is to eventually join with other worlds in heaven.
Note- I promise myself that I will stop writing so much in the summer. Who has time to read it?
Note-I have had web server problems lately. I seem to have more web problems than most people. It tells me something about the enemy.
5/28/06
During church this morning, I beheld the image of such a beautiful, everlasting moment I will never forget it. As I looked around the pews during the mass, I saw that in every seemingly empty seat, a Buddhist Monk wearing a red robe sat or stood or prayed. The monks had joined the celebration of the mass. .
Y stood next to me and he said, “We have a deep abiding respect for Jesus Christ.”
Truly, it was wonderful. Not only ghostly angels could fill empty seats, but ghostly red robed monks too? I felt pleased. They must respect Jesus just as I have a deep a respect for Buddha. Perhaps they were returning the favor because I remember that I joined in their group meditation a number of times myself. They were showing that we have mutual respect for each other’s practice of religion.
I notice one difference between the way we worship. During a church service, most priests incorporate a celebration of life into the mass. In this way they use the opportunity of Sunday gathering as a positive reinforcement for the people. On the other hand, Buddhists spend much of their prayer time in meditation and communication on a spiritual level. In my own life, I feel able to commingle my love of the mass with meditation. I see no conflict in Buddhist beliefs compared to our own. I am not referring here to the practice of cultural religion so much as the deep belief in the goodness of humanity. Buddhist monks spend their lives in love for people and the wish to move everyone towards enlightenment. Jesus was the epitome of enlightenment.
5/29/06
Sometimes I compare all religions to the progress we go through during our school years. When we begin school we play games, sing songs, and learn the basics. As we progress through the middle grades we gradually gain in knowledge and learn to settle down to study. By the time we reach college level, we have learned to spend long months or semesters on a single assignment.
Religion doesn’t follow such a straight path as my example, but we do need to keep learning. As we mature as adults, we finally learn, as we didn’t have time to when young, how vital the hope and belief of religion is, not only in our own personal life, but the well-being of the whole earth. Even as mature adults, most of us have many rungs still to climb up the religious ladder of understanding. Unlike us, monks of every religion spend their whole lives on this same pursuit, a pursuit we spend a mere hour a week on. So when a monk, we would do well to listen.
Sometimes I
also speculate on how much knowledge we would gain if we could double the life
span. An enlightened one is not limited to life and death as we experience it.
Such a God-like person of light has already attained a space/time we can only
imagine. Yet, this is the proper goal of all religious belief systems. We are
meant to inherit and become a part of God’s
We are not supposed to run through
life with our eyes on death and a heaven after death. Jesus didn’t say or mean
this. Ideally, we are supposed to be rearranging ourselves into evolutionary
beings who eventually learn to walk through life and death, or at least, to
become beings who can join God’s
I have stopped writing about evil. I don’t mean to imply that it has taken off, escaped the gravity of earth, and left us, I just mean that I intend to ignore it’s presence as it pertains to me for a while. I was becoming the king pin waiting for the bowling ball, the bag waiting to be punched, the visual apex sitting atop the mountain, the ant at the head of the column beneath the heavy boot. Ok, enough. Can I slink back into the morass of syrupy humanity away from its evil eye? Impossible, then I will ignore its need to be noticed.
Guess I spoke too soon. I need to write about next Tuesday. It is June 6, 2006 or 6/6/06. Never mind the movie, The Omen, coming out soon, this is for real. A real warning from Revelation that something major may happen on this day. I tend to think earthquakes. It won't be the end of the world or anything like that, just a American disaster, maybe on the level of Katrina. I hope not. Most of this is guess work, but not all. Revelation has different levels in which to understand its message, one level may be warning us about this date. Regardless, there isn't much we can do. Store up bottles of water and can goods. What else can we do? Keep our children close by, call love ones, and most importantly, pray that I am wrong.
Today is
too beautiful to believe any such disaster will hit