5/3/13
Thoughts of recent tragedies intruded on my
meditation this morning. Maybe I should quit reading the news. I was able to
push them away for the moment and continue.
My meditation began with a meeting with Jesus at the natural water well
I love so much because of its dark and humid woodsy atmosphere with sunlight
streaming in and turning leaves into green gems. After, Jesus and I went up on
the mountain to meet with the others. A large number of people joined us this
morning on the mountain beneath a deep blue sky. I am beginning to wonder if
the others meet with me only as a courtesy now. I am sure many groups of monks
and people of religious orders walk the earth in visual prayer now that Jesus
has suggested we do so. We did this morning too.
I felt so connected with God this morning, I felt a part of everything. I suddenly thought of myself as like a walking tree. I liked the image of humans as walking trees who interact intimately with the earth and air, absorbing and giving from our bodies. In truth, one day we will take seeds from our earth trees and plant them on other planets. We will become the Johnny Appleseed of space. Alas, a very long way off into the future.
As we walked, God invigorated us with light and love in a feedback loop that increased with our every step. There is no end to love. It is infinite. On a paradise world, no part of the world is damaged or broken, everything is connected to everything else in love. We can’t imagine such a place because we are so far behind.
My
concentration was broken when I thought of the little baby who was shot by her
little brother, the crashed building in
Jesus felt what I felt. He came to me and stood next to me on top of the world. Together we pushed the rolling wave of God’s love around its circumference. He assured me, once again, that prayer works, that the waves of love are producing results even though we can’t see it yet.
I was
reminded of a sick tree and how it needs long bouts of nourishment and water before
it can be revived. The same with earth. For every bad
thing happening, there is good. Just this morning I read about students
building benches for the bus stops in
Note-I dare not think too deeply about the suffering of the three women who were kidnapped for ten long years. It hurts too much. I think the death penalty would be too easy for the man who did it, but perhaps God will make up for our own lack of imagination when deciding his fate.
5/10/13
I met with Jesus at the well this morning, once again admiring the beauty of the dark, deciduous wood and the cold trickle of water running down the rock. The beauty was so great it took my breath away, especially when I realized that I was a vital part of that beauty. I thought of the grandeur of our planet and its weather and seas and life that God provides for us and I realized that we humans who are able to ponder and delight in God’s gift are an essential part of it. Such beauty would go lacking without intelligent beings to take note of its many wonders. I hope we all learn to thank God for this huge blue marble, this wonderful ball in space that holds us together.
Well, enough. It is just that I feel so beautiful this morning I wanted to share it with everyone and I did as I walked. I met with the others upon the mountain, we asked God to fill us with life energy so we could send waves of love through all the people and trees, and waters, and animals, love like an extra measure of oxygen for a choking planet.
As we pushed the wave forward like waves within and upon a sea, I imagined the invisible wave lifting every soul as it flowed by. During the walk, each of us paused, here and there, to give special attention to certain individuals who seem to call for help.
I hugged a young, worried man in China, a women bent over working a field in Viet Nam, a group of women sitting and chatting in the middle east, a man wearing a long coat in Morocco, and then moved through the sea and onto my own continent. Here I went to a number of young men in the suburbs and the city to encourage them to stay away from drugs because this age seems most vulnerable. I also hugged a young mother close to despair. “It will get better,” I promised her and believe the angels will make it so.
Lastly, at Jesus request, I sent numerous waves of God’s love energy throughout my own neighborhood to nurture it further it into an enclave of holiness and peace. It already is very peaceful.
Enclaves of peace are growing all around the world. I think that when Jesus was first here on earth, he began a religion that would lay love like a net around the world, a net meant to gradually fill up with love. Some areas have served as examples of ongoing peace for thousands of years, places such as monasteries or other holy places. Now Jesus is expanding these enclaves of peace, slowly growing them larger, until one day, they may cover all the land, oceans and air.
First, I needed to sink the feeling of peace inside my own self. I was upset last night by an invasion of music sounds into my home that put a slight tinge on my psyche. I needed to clean myself of this hurt before I could began meditation this morning. By the time Jesus requested that I send waves of peace around me, (perhaps because I needed it most), I was ready and so sent waves of God’s life and light energy throughout my home and onward into the streets beyond.
5/14/13
My legs hurt and I was waiting behind a tall, huge man who was talking to the sales lady in CVS. The talk seemed to drag on and on.
I got impatient and said, “Are you almost done.”
I felt ashamed right away, and said I was sorry, then leaned on a wire basket to ease my legs.
The man turned and stepped back saying, “You go ahead.”
“No, really, I am sorry. It is ok now.”
He insisted, so I went up to the counter. As I did so, I said, “I will say a prayer for you.” The prayer was meant more for myself than him.
The large man smiled and said, “God already got me.”
I nodded in agreement. Later, as I thought about what happened and felt shamed for my own actions, I speculated that I would never get that same response out in the suburbs. Many men might step back and let me go ahead, but I imagine few of them would say, “God already got me.”
This
reliance on God is what kept me content in
5/15/13
What is prayer or rather, how does it work? I asked Jesus this as we walked through a field of green meadow this morning. I understand about the effect of meditation and how it works in the mind because I use meditation often and have read some Buddhists writings; they have been studying meditation for thousands of years and have become experts. What I wanted to know specifically with my question was about the words we use in prayer and what effect they have. What do prayer words do for us and others? What happens inside the mind when we say the Our Father or say a rosary or use prayer beads, as many religious people do.
Jesus showed me that something happens inside the mind even though we don’t feel it penetrate. Think of the Lord’s Prayer. It praises God, asks God to make earth good like heaven and them asks for help for humanity. That is a big bundle in a few words. So what happens?
What happens is that the amygdala and other parts of the mind change fractionally towards good feelings, gentleness, and all the other pleasant things possible to a human mind. How? By praising God, we have set up a feed-back loop. God is life essence which implies all things good and possible about life, therefore, when God sends us extra life essence, we are raised up accordingly. And the best part is that what God gives is infinite. The more we receive, the more God gives.
Prayer moves within the self, but what happens when we pray for another person. We might say, please help Mr. Jones. Jesus showed me that the feed back loop is widened to include Mr. Jones. What Mr. Jones is receiving is God’s life energy, or life essence. And then the loop of God stuff flows back into the person who is praying.
When I pray a rosary, I often put an image of a person in my mind during the ten Hail Mary’s or during each single prayer. I realize now that by doing so, I am adding these people to the feed back loop between myself, God, Jesus, Mary and all of heaven. I suspect that even saying the simple phrase, “Jesus Mary and Joseph and making the sign of the cross brings more of God into our world.
Most of the time, I prefer to meditate which doesn’t rely on words so much as emotion and empathy. Just this morning, as I stood, an invisible giant on American soil, Jesus said, “Keep sending the waves.”
I did. After gathering God essence with the others, I watched as huge, golden ocean waves flowed over and over across the land. I could see the golden particles that made up the wave glitter as it flowed outward, washing over and into everything in its path. It is like God breathing over us and sending a extra gasp of fresh air into our lungs. Those of us who pray, take in a huge lungful of God’s fresh breath. My question about prayer has been answered. The value of meditation and prayer far outstrips any other wonder I can imagine.
5/18/13
I watched Rain Man on PBS last night, the movie that made Dustin Hoffman a household name. As I watched, I couldn’t help but think that this same attitude of preoccupation must be how we look to those in heaven. Most refuse to look up and out, many refuse to see God even though he is right there waiting to give us all the life essence we could ask for. Does God watch from a higher plain just as we watched Rain Man? Does heaven await our notice?
5/18/13
I was still thinking of the definition of prayer this morning, so after we gathered together upon the mountain and walked around the world helping the flow of God energy envelop the globe, I suggested we step up to the Cathedral of Light. I had a question I wanted to ask Mary, the Queen of Heaven.
We invited a few children to join us as we walked up the sky-tunnel. As usual, I showed them to rub their palm of their hand across the smooth mahogany to orientate themselves to their surroundings. When we got to the end, we stepped off the sky-tunnel onto a vivid green lawn of tall grass sprinkled with tiny flowers. As we walked, I pointed out various features to the children: The windows that show scenes of any religion you think about, the central alter like a Mandala that represents the whole universe, the flowering trees and multicolored flowers. I suddenly realized for the first time myself, that this palace of light, built for us by the angels, is meant to represent all the religions on earth and humanity’s reach towards heaven.
We followed the rose scented flowers of every color imaginable to Mary where they surrounded her presence. It is hard to describe the Queen of Heaven but I’ll try. She shines with an inner glow of white light, so soft and beautiful it defies true description. As always, a long line of petitioners flowed from Mary’s presence amid the stand of roses off into the far distance.
I stood before Mary, head bowed in honor of her greatness. I had brought the souls of people I knew to stand before Mary. One girl I thought to bring to Mary because I’d seen her struggling towards bus stop yesterday with a limp that slowed her down. I brought many others too.
Then I stood before Mary myself and asked my question about prayer. “If we put an image of a person in our minds as we say the rosary, will you help their soul?”
My heart thrilled as Mary smiled down at me, giving me a nod of acceptance.
So wonderful. As more and more of us pray and think about others, more and more souls will move slightly towards the will of God. What a beautiful world this could become. I would like to spread the word that we should all pray with specific images (or names) in our minds of those we want to help. Jesus told me once to be specific. Yes, from now on, I will try.
a Mandala
5/19/13
I watched “A Man for all Seasons,” the other night. A play about the saint, Sir Thomas More. It was amazing how needy King Henry was regarding a male heir, so much so, that he was willing to go against God and the pope. It made me wonder what we are so needy about today that would make us turn on our most cherished beliefs. I didn’t need to wonder for long. Money is today’s evil, and our drive for it will look just as silly to people five hundred years as King Henry looks to us today.
Speaking of maturity, or lack of, Jesus mentioned human maturity when we traveled to a strange world this evening. We stepped off the sky tunnel onto a green world. Not just the grass and trees but the very air was green.
Jesus told us the green was tiny droplets of algae in the air like a mist or fog. I put my hand out and it looked shadowed by green and I felt like I was standing beneath a green lake. The land was rich with greens, every size bush and grass seemed represented in different shades of green. Jesus explained that most colors are represented here on this world, but where we stood, every color was tinged in green. There was a white flower that looked like a green-tinged lilac but it twisted upwards in a spiral. It wasn’t bright white like it would be on earth. Jesus told us that bright sunlight didn’t penetrate large areas of this world much of the time.
We slowly moved out of the mist and then we saw that even the sky looked green. How could that be? Not sure, but my travels with Jesus have taught me that anything is possible, even a green sky.
“Is there life here?” I asked.
I learned that there was as we moved towards a large group of trees and saw a small animal that resembled a monkey, or at least, it jumped monkey-like, but in slow motion, through the trees. The green sky make its fur look dark but it had white enough teeth.
I asked Jesus if humans could live on such a green world as this.
“You will visit.” Jesus added, “By the time humans are able to come here, they will have matured enough to have great respect for all life.”
“Could we settle on such a green world? What if we did, wouldn’t we disrupt the small animals. Maybe stop that monkey from evolving into something human-like.”
Jesus next comment stopped me in my tracks, “Don’t forget,” Jesus said, “Humans were made by God.”
I had to think about this for a minute. “Do you mean God directly advanced us to become human?”
Jesus smiled and did not answer. I guess some notions are better left unsaid, at least, until we reach that ultimate maturity.
5/22/13
Just today I was confronted by someone with fundamental beliefs and suddenly realized how odd my own writing would seem to certain people if they happened to read these pages. I think Jesus knew what was coming and this is why he smiled instead of answering my question. This person told me he was turned away from science when young because a teacher said humans came from monkeys and right then, he knew science was stupid.
“God made humans from clay just like it says in Genesis.”
Even the idea of directed evolution was wrong to him. Man did not come from pre-humans. Mankind is made out of clay.
I thought about this for a short while and finally agreed with the person. “Yes, God did create humans.” I told the truth because the statement got me to thinking about clay.
What is clay but earth stuff. Aren’t we all walking lives made out of clay? Filled with earthy chemicals and cells made from earth? We breath in the air sent to us from trees, we are nourished by rain. Every cell comes from earth material; we are walking earth stuff.
Besides, most everyone can agree that God created humans, the debate begins with the discussion of method. One myth says the God Enki put genes from himself into a life form that was already walking around on earth. Possible? I believe in directed evolution, but it still leaves many open questions. Can any life form evolve intelligence? Or does great intelligence need a boost from God? (I am assuming here that humans are or can be of high intelligence). I believe whales and dolphins are already sentient. Did God decree that this be so? When I saw a monkey form on another planet, Jesus implied that it would never grow to become intelligent because that would take an act of God. Yet, Jesus has shown me strange, intelligent life on other planets. I see no reason why God wouldn’t have created them too.
So many questions still to answer. It doesn’t matter. I will continue speculating about those answers and keep asking Jesus silly questions he isn’t ready to answer. Most of my questions on this web site dig deep into philosophy which probably means that only those who are interested in a certain point of view will ever read it. This is good. Besides, I don’t know half the answers myself. One thing I know as certain belief: God could have blinked it all into existence and could just as easily blink it out again. We should be thankful this existence of ours includes a universe filled with math and science for our play-things.
5/24/13
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told me that
We began in a deep woods this morning, dark and earthy with streams of sunlight falling here and there. I felt as if I were standing in a majestic and holy place and wondered if the druids had felt like this when they worshiped long ago. We held hands as God filled us with life energy and we called more and more people to join with us. We then stood atop the world and sent wave after wave around its circumference.
Later, each
of us stepped back into our own country to spread God’s energy. I stood at the
bottom of