6/1/13
This
morning I wanted to send God light-energy to the refugees around the world,
specifically those thousands in Jordan who had to run from
Jesus said, “This too shall pass.”
I didn’t feel comforted by his words. I feel irked that I can’t fix anything. Well, prayer can comfort some people, help their psyche get through another day.
Jesus suddenly said to me, “I am among them.”
He was
referring to the refugees in
Love is
what God’s energy consists of and I and others tried to spread it around this
morning. we concentrated on the middle east at first
before stepping back to our own countries. Each country needs prayer and love
and concern in different ways that we are each familiar with. Right now, the
I painted this and
even I am not sure what it means
6/2/13
I was sitting in church when Jesus said, “Why didn’t you tell me.”
He was referring to my foot that I damaged somehow. I swiftly realized he was right. I hadn’t prayed to him for help. Last night, I did call out to the angels to ask for help. Jesus then told me that it was the angels who told him, and added that he would lessen the healing time for the injury. Good because it hurts.
Why did I pray for everyone else and not for myself? Not because I was offering up the pain or anything else so grand. No, it was because I thought it would go away soon and I don’t usually pray for myself unless I am in great need. Now, I am beginning to think I am in great need.
As I sit here thinking this Monday morning, I realize something else: Even with a hurt foot, I live in a grand, wholesome reality. In my reality Jesus walks out and about on the earth, and the sky is filled with invisible angels trying to assist where they can. In my reality, God the cause of all inner and outer essence of the universe, will pour out volumes more of His life-essence whenever we ask for it, will even become visible to us as an ultra-force as He fills us with holiness to share.
My home is shabby, my car junky. I don’t care. My side yard is filled with roses and other flowers and this I do care about. My back yard is pleasant to sit in with the trees and other greenery. I look up at the sky and white clouds floating past and down the tiny ants running around in the sidewalk cracks. I am content. I have what I need. I would share this reality with others if I could but each of us grows our own reality that works around and through us, a reality that becomes us. The most I could hope for is that other people begin walking this same trail to their own beautiful reality.
6/5/13
This damage
to my foot can teach me humility. It reminds me how fragile the human body is
and how easily broken. Most of all I keep thinking about those thousands of
wounded in
6/8/13
It was nice
seeing so many people (45) get confirmed last night at the
The spirit of God is so soft and imperceptible few people can see it, although, quite a few can feel it as they express it in their own way. I think about Jesus walking here on earth and how he is working through people to enhance our souls. I picture him breathing on people with a soft breath, more gentle than a spring breeze on a hot day. Much happens below the surface that we are blind to but our faith will eventually bring it forward. I think most people are involved in this upwelling of love and spirit, though they may not recognize it. Those of us who do feel it are proud to contribute to a better world for everyone.
6/12/13
I was thinking of prayer this morning and my damaged foot. Why can’t I just pray it better? Jesus has told me often, “It is hard to heal yourself.” And I wonder once again, what is prayer and how does it effect us.
Imagine if we could see electricity as it flows around us and through our wires or the magnetic force? We only see its effects. I think it is the same with God’s life-energy. Everything is filled with this life-energy, an energy we only see as things grow and produce. All this life but also bubbling with bad stuff.
Once or twice, Jesus took me to see a world completely filled with God. I called them Paradise Worlds. If worlds can be put on a spectrum, we are at one end and the Paradise Worlds on the other end. The more life-energy or God in a system, the more perfect it becomes. If we could fill every nook and cranny with this extra God stuff, earth would be a paradise world too.
I guess it is the degree of saturation that is important. We try filling up the holes but we can’t see how the work is progressing and may only see the results at some future date. We want miracles, but seldom get them. When I go to a person during meditation and feel empathy I do sometimes see a slight change in the person, a determination to go on, a glimmer of hope, a smile. I need this kind of feedback and am amazed that so many believe in prayer who don’t get it.
I have read of double blind studies where a group of people were prayed for and another group not. The group prayed for had less problems than the other group; so, there is actual evidence that prayer works, but its effect is mild.
I am looking for a miracle too. I see myself as a tiny ant, limping along, looking up as I move forward over stones and leaves. I ask God in heaven why he hasn’t healed my foot yet? What is around that tall rock? Will a flood wash out my path? Will I find what I need? Me, an ant, looking to heaven for a million miracles. Well, why not. Miracles happen all the time; I just can’t see them because I am too small in mind and spirit.
note-I often think of God as out there, but God is as much in here. Yet, when we call out to God and receive life energy to share, could it be that we feel the flow from all the universe settle in our hearts? God, that elusive being who is beyond our understanding, somehow becomes a force to give us what we need.
6/16/13
Jesus took us on a small trip this evening, I think it was meant as a demonstration more than anything else. He first took us into a cavern like place filled with banded red and white rings all around. We stepped out side and looked back at what looked like globs of huge deflated flowers behind us, their red rings still visible. Jesus let us know that we had been inside a living flower suggesting we couldn’t be sure of our own size. We thought about this and wondered if we were small or were the flowers large.
This was meant to wake us up to the infinite range of possible choices. Jesus told us that he makes sure that our travels are compatible in space and time to what we expect. He added that most civilizations we visited have been middle of the road.
“If I took you to a highly evolved world and showed you the people, you wouldn’t understand.”
He explained that on some visits we thought of the people as primitive but they were not, and peoples we considered highly sophisticated, were not.
When he said this I remembered that city with the rolling sidewalks that seemed clean and perfect until I learned how they keep their population down by ending some lives early.
I think each of us understood what Jesus was telling us. That the universe is so vast we could never understand it completely. I wondered if Jesus keeps our travels close to our own place in the Milky Way. He didn’t say so, but one small area has billions of suns with potential terrestrial planets in orbit around them. Before we ended this short trip, Jesus explained that the indigenous people of the planet we visited used the collapsed flowers for temporary shelter, explaining that the flowers were out of proportion, not us.
6/17/13
This afternoon Jesus said we should travel again. All of us agreed but didn’t want to go to another strange place with giant flowers.
Laughing, Jesus said, “That narrows it down to the size of a small galaxy”.
As we considered where to go, I mentioned that I keep getting a vision of a place we have already visited, but I preferred to go someplace new.
“You always teach us something when we go to a new world.”
“If you keep seeing one specific place, you should go there or you’re mind won’t be able to settle down.” Jesus said.
Now everyone decided we should all go see why I was so bothered by a specific place. In all, with Jesus there were four of us who stepped out of the sky tunnel and into knee deep water. The ground below the water was covered in bright, decorated, ceramic tiles, as if we were in a vast bathtub. Actually, we stood on what was once a high terrace overlooking the ocean. The land in the far distance was high enough and dry. We could see the rocks of the mountains showing through leafy green foliage. Here and there, large smooth walls had been erected to keep the water out. There was a long, rust red steel door on our level to the right between two huge rocks.
“It looks too much like earth and I think it is earth, which is why I didn’t want to come back here. I remember now. The clouds can be toxic. The people need to run and hide from them.”
“You are
right.” Jesus said as he suddenly led us high into the sky to get a birds eye view of the whole, large mass of land. If it was
supposed to be
I turned to Jesus and asked, “But didn’t you show me that earth would one day become a planet wide park?”
Smiling, Jesus said, “That earth is much further into the future.”
I imagined a million years of humans on a long line of earths, hundreds of different ages and times and tragedies. This era with the need to wall off a whole mountain from the sea and other dangers seemed in the middle of a long series of earths.
“What caused this?”
“Everything,“ Jesus said. “Over use of land and resources, the miss-use of people, wars.”
Jesus shrugged his shoulders as if accepting our craziness. It was such a human gesture, I was taken aback.
“So we screwed up and kept screwing up. Why didn’t you just snap your fingers and erase humans out of existence?”
“Think about it.” Jesus said.
“Well, I did think about it. I thought of a world without any human alive and it wasn’t pretty, like having the most beautiful rose in a garden with one around to see it. There is also Jesus’ ability to look past the current traumas of any era and still see human potential another day.
“Imagine the agony that could have been avoided if humans had listened the first time when you told us to “Love one another.” I said.
“Without love as the glue, you will fall apart—repeatedly, until you get it right.”
“Then there is hope?”
Jesus laughed. “There is always hope. Even now, large numbers of humans and angels work hard to fix what is broken. We shall see if certain futures can be avoided.”
Suddenly, I saw a huge net made out of light thrown around the earth to symbolize the scattering of love covering us like threaded beads on a string and then I saw the open net weave grow closer as we matured in time. I felt a grand love flow from Jesus with the image and feel it even now as I write.
6/22/13
After we walked the earth and sent waves of God/energy over the whole of it, I went into a few prisons. I had read on Frontline an article about solitary confinement. I was shocked to learn that some people had been in solitary for 12 years. This about of torture should be outlawed in our supposedly enlightened society. I can’t bare the thought of a person confined between such close walls with nothing but a small opening for food, like the dungeons of old? Where is the sky, where the grass, where the summer breeze? Some people deserve prison but I can’t imagine anyone deserving solitary confinement for more than a few days. I felt broken hearted that my own government seems one of the worst offenders.
Well, I prayed and wondered if all those in solitary were too hardened to accept help or could a few be sincere about their love for God. I was surprised when the angels directed me to a few men who could be reached. One man sat in solitary with his head in his hands. I held him and showed him Angel World with its tall green grass and vivid blue sky and two suns. I held a small wild flower to his nose so he could smell it and then stood with him in the soft breeze. Before saying good-by I told him that he could learn to come here again and again if he asks Jesus or the angels to help him. I wasn’t sure what religion he believed in so included angels. I think all religions agree about angels.
I next went to another man in solitary. This was a black man who was already praying. I hugged him for a long time then took him to Angel World. We walked around and I showed him a group of young children playing with a ball. They were perfectly happy. He reached down and run his hand through the grass. It went right through it. I told him that with great effort he could get better at mental traveling. Also, that the angels would help him learn so he could teach others who might be ready to walk on Angel World for a few minutes. He seemed delighted with this new avenue of interest.
Later, I wondered why I took both men to Angel World and not beautiful places on earth. I think it was because it is too easy for the mind to find bad places here, the slums, the parties, the cities of sin. Better to go where there is only perfection and beauty. Better for the healing of the soul. Then I wondered at the many souls that could never take that instant step away from earth onto Angel World because they are too hardened by this one.
To be sure, there seem more worthy problems to worry about than a person in solitary. I think of the people who can’t find jobs, or work long hours for little wages, or pay their utility bills. I think of hungry children with swollen bellies. Finally, I think it would be better to not think too much.
6/25/13
As I sat in the beautiful June evening, I met with Jesus and a few friends. We wanted to travel someplace not too strange. Jesus laughed at me for my suggestion.
The five us decided to walk up the sky tunnel and as we did I thought of the grandness of the trees on earth and their value to us humans. Without the trees, we wouldn’t have breathable air. I wonder at their vastness and majesty and believe trees have an essence that goes far beyond what we humans understand of them. We often take them for granted because they are so plentiful but I think they are beginning to feel the pain of change to the planet just as we are. The sky tunnel is composed of the essence of treeness and it seems a fitting choice for earth. People on other worlds chose different parts of their world. One planet of people used a rainbow as their ladder into space.
When we reached the edge of the sky tunnel, Jesus told me to think of a color. I thought of pink and orange. We stepped out and onto a fluff of pink. It suddenly took off and flew into the blue sky above. It was a bird, larger than me, but it looked to be made of downy hair instead of feathers. It then landed next to us once more. It put its face right at my own. The face was a bluish pink and plump with big eyes as if it were young.
Jesus explained to us that it was not a child and it knew we were there for a visit. It was curious about us, as we were of it. I stood and let it look me over as I looked around. We stood on a prominent rock ledge with a dizzying shear drop to green ground far below. Such a deep green it looked like jungle but further away were rolling hills scattered with tall, wiry, strange looking trees. A number of large pink birds were sitting on branches all over the mountain. The branches bare of leaves except at the very end of the branch and looked like a fluff of fuzz on a stick. Also, most of the trees close by were growing sideways seemingly out of the rock. I can’t think of any tree on earth for comparison. From a far distance they looked almost like normal trees because of the many green fronds.
As we stood there amid a large mass of pink and bluish fluffs who gathered around us, we saw another bird step out of a large opening in the mountain. The other birds were cute or pretty, this bird was majestic. It was covered in golden feathers that glittered in the sunlight. As it strutted towards us, the other birds moved away.
When it arrived it suddenly rose into the air and circled our group. It spoke into our minds.
“You are human?”
Surprised, we agreed and wondered how it knew.
“Have other humans visited your planet?”
The golden bird said, “The planet belongs to all life.”
I felt abashed to think otherwise.
The golden bird nodded good-by to us as another bird lifted up into the air. It had gold weaved into its pink fluff and motioned for us to follow. We floated for a while over jungles, hills, grasses and rivers until we came to a large forest. Here the pink and golden bird pointed downward and flew away.
We floated down into the dense forest where a few of the trees seemed more earthlike, but mixed in with the other kind. Right away we noticed the group of humans and surmised that they were visitors because they had woven tree branches together for temporary housing, the same weird type of trees I had noticed earlier. The forest looked strange to us, but a lot of fronds and bushes filled it in which made up for the bare limbs of most of the trees.
The humans came to us and we spoke with them. We were in spirit but they were real and living in this place. Jesus was with us but I knew he wouldn’t want to be singled out. He kept quiet and let us ask our questions.
I asked, “Are you from earth? Do you have a space port on the planet?”
“Earth?” one of them said, as if puzzled. “Are you from earth?”
When we nodded they seemed amazed.
We finally understood that they were visitors here but space ports were ideas from ancient earth. We hadn’t considered ourselves ancient until now. We all smiled at the mix-up because we were all humans.
I looked around and the life style looked very down to earth, as if this group of humans were camping. I didn’t see any technology in evidence.
As I looked around the camp and at the strange forest, I saw a tall, manlike being with white, fluffy fur and large black eyes. It moved between two tall bushes and was gone in a moment.
One of the women saw me startle and explained that the manlike being I’d just seen was one of the original indigenous life forms of this planet.
“They are very shy.” she explained.
“And the birds too?” I asked
“They are not what you probably think of as birds. They have their own civilization with a long standing abode deep inside the mountain. We don’t know their history yet or what sent them underground long ago.”
From her words, I assumed that this group was here to study the planet. We spoke for a while longer, but I began to feel the stress of staying in spirit. I thought it was time to leave, and the others agreed with me. We looked at Jesus who nodded and completed our goodbyes to the people.
I was determined to ask Jesus a lot of questions about this world but forgot. Now I wonder once again about time and space. Is there such a thing as a time-piece for space, a way of measuring one time with another. We travel to a planet in sprit but are not limited as to the time we arrive. We have visited different eras of our own earth’s civilizations even far into the future. How should we determine the time or development any people on a strange planet? Were there dinosaurs on other planets? Maybe so, maybe many rocky planets go through cycles of abundance and death, maybe not only life as we think of it, but planets too follow some strange long-range, pattern. My head is spinning with the possibilities and it has become too much to think about.
6/26/13
This morning we gathered upon a mountain but it was not beautiful like the usual mountain peaks we meet on. This was a mountain of garbage, so high we could look over the countryside of shacks and tall needle like buildings in the far distance. And we watched the people like ants far below as they scrambled over the rotten debris in search of items to sell.
It seemed fitting somehow to gather here, upon such a mountain, if only for a moment. I prayed right then and imagined the whole of it covered in dirt with the rat burrows filled in and with flowers and green grass covering the whole mountain. I imagined how life might take over the surface as the inner stuff rotted. I imagined roots and seeds struggling up through the mountain of trash until they finally reached the blessed sunlight. I pray that one day this will be true.
Our group then walked on the streets between tall, towering buildings, towers that hid and buried the people below in shadow. People curled up together here and there or scampering about in search of something to fill their belly.
“Enough.” I said, and we all agreed that it was.
Next, we
went into the countryside of
We sent God’s energy all around us where ever we walked and stopped often to hug or encourage a few people. In the green countryside, I stopped to visit with one very brown, wrinkled lady of great age who held a clay pot between her legs as she sat on the ground. She was painting a design on the pot.
I hugged her and we both shared happiness and love. She has as much God energy sitting on the bare ground as we had gathered upon the mountain. Her aged wisdom and love made her a spiritual giant.
I was reminded of the dreams of the children as they go off to the big cities and I wonder at such dreams and if such cities can ever give humanity what we truly need—love for each other and communion with God.
I finally think I understand the lesson from our travel to the bird planet and our meeting with other humans. It is that humans become so advanced in a far future that they have discarded the things we think of as important today, our technology, our cities, our roads and automobiles. I believe that we are deeply loved by Jesus because of what we are now, how we struggle forward to become, and what we will develop into one day. I am reminded of Arthur C Clarks’ book, The Martian Chronicles. At its end and after the search for real Martians seems futile, the main character finally understands and says, “We are the Martians.” At the end of our many civilizations and evolution, we will one day say, “We are the angels.”