7/10/13

I see the result of time stretching before me. I see that one day many people who have been scourged and displaced will be sought after for their cultural knowledge. The American Indians will teach about the ways of the land. The Tibetan people, who are being misplaced now, will one day teach those same overlords how to find peace. It has happened often that the people who have the most to give are looked upon with scorn. But one day their secrets and wisdom will save us. Though we don’t know it, we all await the sacred white buffalo.

Looking up from my swing in the yard

7/13/13

I sit here early in the morning or in late evening surrounded by green trees and listening to the pleasant sounds of the yard. I am just beginning to notice that the yard has its own ecology. A robin has made my yard its territory. I was delighted when it fly to the ground and step into my pond to take a quick bath, a mere three feet away from where I sat. I also see a nest of baby sparrows near the roof and watch the young come and go, less frequently now because they are growing up. A young black squirrel jumps from branch to branch overhead. I don’t mind squirrels as long as they stay outside. My dog, Kali, lays on the grass seeming oblivious to it all until a bird pecks at the roof. The noise perks her awake because the most important things in her world are smells and sounds. Once in a while I see a rabbit it the day is just dawning. The pheasants are wondering around in the yard looking for more old corn on the cob. Alas, I don’t have any more to throw them.

This day is so exceedingly pleasant and cool and joyful I decide to say a rosary as I sit beneath the softly swaying trees. Then I realize that this beauty I perceive is prayer enough and my enjoyment of it already pleases God. Jesus smiles as I write this last thought. I still feel the need to say a rosary, perhaps to give honor to Mary. I have begun imagining in my mind each person from my family and many other people as I say each prayer. I feel good afterwards because I know Mary will send a spiritual rose into each of their souls.

7/17/13

I sat enthralled as I watched “National Geographic: Amazing Planet,” in three episodes that I streamed on Netflix. Our earth is so lovely and grand and dare I say it, alive. I agree with the Geia hypothesis that says that earth tries to repair its own wounds. I believe that earth is alive in its own way and that God has planned it such.

As I watched the lava flow and different ice ages and continents move around through eons of change, I asked Jesus if this happens to other planets.

He said “Yes, all planets go through similar changes in their development.”

It is a wonder that all this happens and a wonder as to why? Is it to produce a stage for different kinds of life? Or one kind of life--Millions of years of breakup and change and turnover and trial and error of organisms to finally arrive at intelligent life? It is amazing and I feel humbled by the grandeur of this stage we walk upon.

7/17/13

This morning I felt confused about who to pray for because so many people need prayer. I asked Jesus for help in what I should do this morning.

He said, “Teach the children.”

He meant that we, the group of us, should continue to teach the children to understand that their minds can travel on earth and off. A number of groups around the world are doing this now, teaching the children to call on God for love-energy and how to travel around our earth and in space. The group of usual friends met upon a mountain high in Tibet. Our group consisted of American Indians, Buddhist Monks, Africans, Catholic Monks, Indians, others representing different religions and myself. Each of us had called a few children to join us. We formed a circle and raised our arms to God and received energy and love in abundance that filled our space like a bubble settling over and within our bodies.

We took the children through the sky-tunnel to Angel World. We stood on a green meadow sprinkled with flowers of every color and shape and then walked down to a huge lake. There we stepped into a small wooden boat and rode it across to the other side. We floated and watched the ripples in the water and saw fish swam up to the boat and lift out of the water to look at us. A few jumped from place to place seemingly joyful at Jesus’ presence. None of the animals we encountered during our visit were afraid of humans even though, this day, we were visible here on Angel World. Also, many angels came across our path to greet us as we walked up the other bank and then walked across more meadow into a small wooded area. There we saw a variety of animals, deer, rabbits, chipmunks, and mice. None of them scampered away from us even when the children ran towards them in play.

The visit to Angel World took only a few minutes, so I suggested we go to the moon next. We did and as we stood amid the rocky ground, I explained that long ago people could only guess at what the moon was made out of and that some people said it was made out of cheese. The children giggled at this. We stood and watched the green blue earth roll around beneath us for a short while until one child said he wanted to go to Mars.

So we did. We began walking near some tall, rusty rocks and then we went deep underground where there was a slight dampness and even a small stream of water. We were inside a eons old cave. A few small things swam in the stream which pleased the children as they stooped over the trickle of water.

I reminded them once again that they would visit Mars in a ship one day. “Remember the caves.” I told them, as I had told them many times before.

I smiled goodbye as the children popped back home. I remember when I first took a few children off earth, I thought that their biggest fear would be of loosing the self, so I always showed them they could pop back home at any time. It worked well. Also, none of the children can stay with us for a whole visit, but they can come back and forth. I often come and go myself. I imagine that to the children the trip is like a short day dream and that works out fine because it may be a day dream they will remember later in life. I assume this is Jesus’ purpose in asking us to teach the children. Jesus is ever the teacher.

7/22/13

If I were Jesus, I would get tired of well-off people asking for help while some other people who also love him work in slave labor and hardly complain. I am thinking of myself here. I am well-off compared to those working in the fields.

That is where the group of us went this morning after we called on God to give us love-energy that we could share. Until I watched Moyers and Company yesterday, I truly didn’t know how bad the living standards are here in America for some people. I thought after the big fruit pickers boycott many years ago, the problem had been straightened out. It wasn’t. People are still being cheated of a proper day’s wage on farms today. I often go to the downtrodden in other lands and forgot about people who are being squeezed in my own.

Where there is excessive wealth, there is also excessive excuses for why “Those people” should be treated differently—they are uneducated, drunks, lowly, dumb or not worthy of higher standards. Yet, they are worthy of picking our cherries and oranges and vegetables and tobacco. I think I also learned some good things about the pickers too. I am under the impression that here in Michigan, they are paid good wages. I hope this is so.

7/22/13

I sat beside my pond in this perfect, cool evening of July and watched the water run down the rocks. Delightful. I felt at peace. Jesus was at my side and I asked if we could go back and see more of the world with the green mist. Jesus smiled and the others gathered with us as we walked up the sky tunnel and stepped off into a expressionist painting of green and pink smears. Actually it was more like a fauve painting with its green sea, sky and pink beach. The sun was wrong and beautiful at the same time. A few sun beams pushed through the mist to make an odd colored rainbow. For a moment, the mist was blown away by the ocean wind and I saw mountains in the distance before the mist closed up again.

As I stood on this other planet and viewed a range of mountains I wondered about the process that formed the mountains. Jesus showed all of us that the land and ocean on this planet also rides on plates but ones that are much less active then on earth. Also, Jesus explained that the mist was part of a seasonal phenomena but different than earth’s seasons. The land was mostly covered in green grass except for the pink beach but Jesus assured us that other areas held a lot of growing plants. Strangely, there was only one land mass or continent on this planet. Once again Jesus explained that earth is unique because it is so active.

We left after a very short visit. As we did, I asked if there were intelligent beings on this planet. Jesus said there were not, and that many planets had not evolved intelligent life. I pictured future humans coming here to visit. How amazed they will be at its stark beauty and seeming emptiness.

7/31/13

This morning I felt that I hadn’t been meditating enough of late. After I relaxed and let the normal worries fall from my mind like flakes of snow, Jesus reached out his hand for me to follow. He lead me to the side of a mountain with sharp and round gray rocks mixed in with bushes and trees. I began to climb. As I did I noticed that my bare feet scrapped on the fallen stones of the ledge. My fingers became raw from the rough surface I was pulling myself up on. Finally, exhausted and in need of rest, I lay my head against the striated stone face of the mountain and smelled the earth and felt the hardness against my face as a friend. I smiled. I think I was there for a small moment as a real person heavy with flesh.

The next moment I was light as a feather and drifted up to meet with the others upon a ledge near the top mountain. I felt pleased at my simple achievement and yet as I looked around at the group who met me, I realized I was only a beginner. I think I am a perpetual beginner, one who is always searching and trying to catch up.

I remember Jesus instruction to teach the children and we all called a number of children to join us there upon the mountain. We held hands in a circle and called upon God to enrich our love and empathy. I told the children to turn on the light within and watched as their bellies turned on like flash lights, each light aimed towards the center of the circle. The light joined and entwined and then seemed to burst all around our bodies like a soap bubble, a bubble filled with God energy. I felt so filled with this energy I felt I would break open unless I shared my joy with other life.

I could see we all felt the same way. I decided to take each child in turn to a specific place where they might help someone. One child I took to where people were lined up to receive water and showed him how to turn on the faucet to pour water into the containers. Another child I let to where children waited for a bowl of food and explained that God had made sure there was enough. “Help serve the children.” I said. An older teenager came with me to enter a hospital in Africa where a baby lay close to starvation next to its mother. The baby was being fed with a tube. The mother looked like skin and bones herself. Full of compassion, the teen went to them both and poured God’s love into them. A few Buddhist teenagers wearing red robes followed me into a home where American teenagers seemed in great need of peace because they had been living on the streets. These greatly spiritual teenagers sent contentment into the surrounding area.

It took a whole paragraph to write but all of it lasted mere minutes in time. Even so, I had begun to feel stressed and worn out, so when we gathered back upon the mountain, I decided to take it easy and took the children to a world I used to visit often with Jesus, though I forget the name I gave it.

We walked out of the sky tunnel and stood amid trees and tree leaves then walked forward. There was one of the people on this planet standing amid the trees. The person couldn’t see us, but I wanted the children to see what these people looked like. They are the most beautiful people I have ever seen.

The children gasped at their beauty just as I had on first viewing. The people of this world look to be made of glass, glass that scattered and ran green and blue and yellow with reflections of the different colors of the forest. Then I took them above the trees to a mountain where they watched the people jump off and glide through the air on almost invisible wings. I explained to them that the people couldn’t really fly, but they could glide, a practice they had almost lost but were reviving. I taught them about what I had learned about this world, how they had killed one of their continents by mistake and how they are very much like us on earth.

After we said good-by, I realized that Jesus had always meant that I should show the children the different worlds he showed me. That all his training had a double purpose, it taught me the wonders and faults of many worlds and also taught me how to show them to others. These children will be adults in 20 years and who knows what kind of world we will have given them? They may need to find avenues of escape or lessons from afar. Traveling with the mind is an introduction to wonders unimaginable to us today. I am thankful to have been a small part of it.