11/3/07
This morning I met with Jesus on the mountain. We talked for a few minutes before joining the other people. I noticed how pleasant the weather always is when we meet, but then joked about how easily it could be changed and laughed as the wind blew my gown and whipping my hair around my face.
Jesus smiled at my playfulness. The mountain is built up of mental imagery so any part of the scene can be changed except for the minds who meet here. A person's mind is sacred and untouchable. Mind may be the only reality?
As we walked I kept playing with the environment by sprinkling wild flowers throughout our walk. Jesus could have out-done my simple images ten fold, but he didn’t bother. We joined other people who were already gathered, standing on grass or sitting on boulders strewn around the mountain side. We joined into the Circle of Light. A few of us held hands and some did not. Jesus stood with us but explained that Mary was in heaven so would not stand with us but would contribute her holiness from above.
I felt for the door to open in my chest and then aimed the light forward towards the center of the circle. I felt the energy of God build up inside me. Then I turned to join with the others in the circle. .As they too aimed the energy from their center towards the center of the gathering, God’s energy exploded outward towards us in a burst of light that overflowed back at us.
The flow of light and its effect on the mind is hard to describe. The short chapter in my book Traveling in Time and Space called The Source will give a better understanding of the essence of God's light, a light that holds everything together every second of existence.
When we
felt ready, we went to the part of the world that was of greatest concern to
each of us. A group of us agreed to
encircle the city of
I sent energy in huge waves across the city and then searched out specific individuals who needed Mary's blessing. I usually stay with each person long enough to say, at least, one Hail Mary. Whenever I lost my focus and concentration, Jesus came to my side. With Jesus next to me I was able to pray amazingly well.
Often, the angels direct me to certain people. I noticed that some people down and out and seemed to be shivering in the cold. But, surprisingly, a few others they directed me to were people who were on their way or sitting in a church. We all need prayer, I reflected. I only stayed with each person for a short time, and then moved on.
The needs of all of us are so great today, I wondered, once again, at the effect of my simple prayers. Surly, the effort must be worth much, else why would Jesus take the time to show us the way. Also, I remembered what Mary explained to me not too long ago.
She said, “Prayer takes a while to be effective.” She meant that even though I could see her blessings light a person up from inside, I could not see the good effect it might have on the person. Her blessing was immediate, but the effect might take weeks to show up.
Another friend, I call her S because she is a nun in the Catholic Church, showed me some thing that made my heart sing. She showed me that at all times of day and night, a person from her order (I don't know which one) is saying the rosary. There is never a time when the rosary is not being prayed.
This was good to learn and I realized that there might be many monks of diverse callings and religions who never stop praying. So between their prayers and the average prayers from people like myself who pray once a day, a lot of prayers must be swirling through the dark, rank mist of fallen earth. [I can't resist the poetic words that want to jump in once in a while] The darkness we live under must be extreme if all these prayers haven't lighted it up yet. Or, another way of seeing it is that without these many prayers, the earth would be worse off.
I remembered the momentary scene Jesus showed me not too long ago of earth from space. Earth was a cauldron of swirling evil with hardly a spot of brightness anywhere. This perspective only lasted for a second and then earth reverted to its usual vivid marine, blue and roaming clouds. Jesus momentary perspective was just one level from which to view the earth. Another level would be the effort we send out with prayer and meditation and its effect on the darkness. On the whole, our effectiveness probably rises and falls like the tides, but grows steadily upwards. I suspect that earth has been through bouts of deep darkness before when only prayer has brought it through, and so it will again.
I don’t mean to be so negative. It might be because I was sick for a while and just now getting back to my normal habits. Certainly, if Jesus believes in us, we need to believe in ourselves. Many do. Many meet during all times of day and night to send out the light of God’s energy and blessings from saying the rosary. .Sometimes, I make the mistake of thinking that change should be easy. I am still naive in many ways, but alas, learning steadily.
11/5/07
This morning I had time to sit and meditate for a short while because I only need to work a half day. I find that I need to change my routine for meditation once in a while or I become stale and less effective. I will say the rosary later today, so this morning I just sat and tried to let my mind empty. It isn’t easy and I found that even when I filled my mind with white light, the light itself was something.
"Impossible," I told Jesus.
“You will learn eventually. You have the best teachers.”
I smiled at his words. Of course I do.
Suddenly, I thought of Ribbon World and that I hadn’t been there for a long while. I wanted to go there with Jesus.
I asked him, “Why haven’t I been going there? What is wrong with me? Have I lost it?”
“It isn’t your fault. You have become a noticeable blip on the enemy's radar screen. They inhibit your abilities where and when they can.”
I feel great impatience about such efforts against me, but Jesus takes it in his stride. He seems to have all the patience in the world. He just waits the badness out. I suspect he knows that those who pursue evil eventually tire easily of their own antics—time itself is a cure. It is a valuable lesson I need to keep in mind.
In between my thoughts, we stepped onto Ribbon World. Usually, Jesus stays on the slight hill rise above this unique anomaly that sits on another world while I step down and mingle within it, but this day he walked into the beautifully blue sodden air with me. I was reminded that he once told me that this was the only world in the universe where such a anomaly exists.
I stepped into the swirling blueness of the special, moisture laden air and at once felt caught up in the rhythm and peaceful sway as it gently enclosed my body. The line of robed beings praying came towards me and I stepped behind another person and began to chant as I stepped in cadence within this mystery. First one step and then another, eyes forward, mind stilled as in a deep pond of water as we swayed and walked in curved patterns that only the leader knows the shape of. Jesus walked invisibly beside me.
As I meditated I took note of the sand ripples as they melted and erased our passing footprints. It resembled an underwater scene but there is no water here. The air is made up of something unknown. People come from far away planets to pray within the boundary of this anomaly.
After I joined the line of robed people, a red, glowing ribbon came over to me and flowed through my body. I felt the tingle as it passed through. Soon, another ribbon swam through me, a long, fat green one this time. The feeling I get from their movement is pure pleasure, as if I had just received a jolt of needed nourishment and peace.
Such peace surrounded me that I hesitated to leave, but I glimpsed Jesus waiting for me on the side line. I went to him where he stood next to a tree watching the procession.
“I know the ribbons impart information and take information, I feel peaceful, but not any smarter”.
”The information will come to you at a later time.”
I remembered that Jesus has told me this before, but I easily forget.
The thought of my own memory lapses caused me ask Jesus, “I seem weak and mentally frail; why did you pick me to help in this way.”
“We knew you could handle it.”
And I will. How could I not with Jesus and Mary at my side. Jesus let me give him a big hug him before he left. I felt intimately close to him once more, as if this morning had been a refresher course, one that I need every once in a while.
11/7/07
Something more needs to be done about the oil and gas crisis. Many of the big companies now say they are going "green," but are they "green" enough to save earth's oil?. Twice now, the angels have hinted to me that they, these people from the future, don't have plastic. The first hint was the time they told me that they couldn't watch any of our old movies.
When I asked why not, they said, "We don't have plastic."
I can't imagine a world without plastic. All the movies that reflect our social lives and the beauty of this earth we live on are gone? They can't enjoy such a simple pleasure as sitting down in front of a movie? or putting CD's in a computer, or…my mind boggled at the kind of world their words implied.
Another time I was preparing a canvas with thick gesso. An angel said, "No one could figure out how you did that."
I replied, "How I did what? Put gesso on a canvas? It is so simple."
"We couldn't figure out what you used to apply it with."
I laughed and held up the small white plastic spoon I was using. It cost me a dollar for a bag if fifty spoons, knives and forks.
I was flabbergasted that the use such a common item was beyond their knowing. Then I became frightened. I can't imagine a world without plastic. The only reason I could think of at the time was a world totally damaged by riots or nuclear war. Plastic melts fast in a fire. I shuddered at the horror of it. "Please God don't let it happen," I prayed.
A different day, someone I know mentioned that all plastics are made out of oil. I didn't know this simple fact. If true, then the angels who speak to me could be from a future where all the oil has been depleted from the earth. They didn't tell me why they had no plastic, but either scenario that causes such a lack is frightening.
I am reminded of the verse in Revelation that says Jesus will come back with a "remnant." I believe these are the people form the future who speak to me, off and on. I call them angels because they follow Jesus.
I guess we can take this warning any way we want. Then we can begin insisting that the future they lived through never gets here. Right now, we humans are living in the most materialized and plentiful era in earth's history, and we squander this last golden age as if it were free. One day our grandchildren will cry as they pay the cost of our self indulgence and wastefulness.
11/10/07
I have my own private place to visit with Jesus before we meet on the mountain, my own idyllic woods, with a waterfall and quick running stream near dark trees, usually with rocks and leaves lying about in wild disarray. We talked about my choice of meeting place and how it revealed my own character. Not for me the perfect arrangement of perfectly tended gardens.
Jesus told me that he based some of our past travels on my type of preferences. I thought about the many worlds we visited in the past but couldn’t see my character in any of them; instead, I saw a purpose or theme beyond my grasp. I asked Jesus about this.
Jesus said, “Yes, I had a definite purpose in showing you most of the worlds. Eventually, the purpose will reveal itself."
I remembered when we first began to travel. How amazed I was to find grass and trees similar to earth. Most of the time, the only difference I found in the environment was a slight change of lighting or a different arrangement of green fauna. Even most intelligent beings I met were similar to humans, and on quite a few worlds, they were human.
“The same stuff that developed earth developed other worlds." I said to Jesus, adding, "The same thoughts from God?”
“Yes, it all comes from the same source. Remember, usually I took you to places you would consider normal. The universe is vast and the variations infinite. Some things of the universe are beyond your understanding.”
I had no doubt about that. Even some of earth's variations of fauna and life are so strange that they can still amaze me. Jesus told me once that earth has more variation in its life and cultures than most worlds. I am sure that fact alone makes earth valuable and worth saving.
Thinking of normal, I realized that even meeting on the mountain could be difficult for normal people, at least, with our usual human dependence on factual evidence. I reflected on this as I walked to meet with other people on the mountain and suddenly noticed that I always walk barefoot. Walking barefooted helps me feel the stones beneath my feet and the sharp tickle of grass blades. I used to do this when we met on Mars too. I think it helps me orientate my mind to the space where I want to stand or walk.
This morning the mountain was filled with people ready to gather and send out God’s light. Jesus is calling to people from all around the earth to gather in this way. We all develop our own methods of orientating ourselves to the meeting, but have the same purpose as everyone else, to spread goodwill and holiness around the globe.
Lately,
instead of walking across
The thoughts I wanted to write about kept impinging on my mind, so I didn't meet with the other people at the end of the half hour. Still, I felt like I contributed some good to the world today, so I feel good inside, and this is a nice feeling to begin any day with.
11/16/07
I have been
thinking of our Gov. Jennifer Granholm’s push to make
The need for
heat is what kills most pocket books in the winter. If we could purchase a
windmill that would give extra energy, it would pay for itself in a few years.
Also, the windmills could be built in a
To me this seems like a solution to a big problem, but I have no scientific proof if it is feasible or not. The only way to know is for someone to check the idea out. Surly, with the amazing choice of materials we have available today, a windmill could be manufactured that would be extremely light and sturdy at the same time.
Ok, just an idea, but I wish someone would give it a try. This is the nature of a creative mind; we can think up ideas but not always produce. For my own part, I feel that I have been shoved into a corner and stomped upon for most of my life. Yet, this has given me a unique perspective that effects my whole life—my paintings, books, essays, and other ideas. Stuck with creativity, all I can do is come up with ideas, not implement them. Oh, well. I love being creative anyway.
11/18/07
Jesus told me earlier, that we would travel later in the evening. Our travels for the last few years have been infrequent and sporadic. Jesus explained that this is ok because there is already enough material about other worlds to keep any one who chooses busy for many years. But still, Jesus' purpose is to teach and we probably haven't learned the lesson yet. More travel is likely needed to accomplish his goal. Other people have taken up where I left off by traveling with Jesus, but I seem to be the only one with the job of writing about it.
So tonight we traveled to another world. At first I had a hard time staying focused, even in the sky tunnel which was unusual and strange. I should be so familiar with the sky tunnel that it should be easy for me by now to walk its length. For some reason I kept loosing my focus even there. But Jesus has much patience and waited for me to get my bearings. Finally, I did and felt better as I walked to the end with Jesus and then stepped off.
We stepped into deep white stuff that reminded me of the world of the black velvet people. We had been there a number of times, but I don’t remember if I gave this world a name.
"No," Jesus said, "This is a different world. We are actually standing in deep snow."
It didn't seem like snow. It was so soft and powdery the slightest breeze seemed able to pick it up and swirl it around. (I can seldom feel the physical world when we travel, but Jesus can and can and often sends me the sensation or bursts of information). We walked up a high hill and looked down into a bowl like depression surrounded by other hills. I saw a lit up log cabin but with closer inspection I realized that it was more ornamental than logs. Parts of it were built of stone and huge slabs of wood. It had a slight decorative quality to it somewhat Bavarian in style.
We stepped inside and I saw a person come up from a lower basement, turn, and walk into another room. We didn't follow the person because Jesus led me across the large, single room and directed my gaze towards an alter set aside in a small alcove that seemed built for the purpose. Two candles sat burning low on either side of a strange object. I got the impression they were kept burning all the time. This knowledge probably came from Jesus who often sends me knowledge about the worlds we visit in bursts of information. It took me a while to understand this, but now I don't need to ask so many direct questions.
“Look in the center of the alter.” Jesus told me.
I did, or I tried to. I had a good idea what to expect because this was obviously some type of shrine; yet, I couldn’t seem to focus on the object long enough to see the idol or image. I looked hard and close but kept seeing Jesus on a cross, then a golden set of triangles, then an image of Jesus again surrounded by a million stars. I also saw a statue like image of Mary surrounded by twelve stars. In other words, I saw so many images in front of me that I blamed myself for not seeing right.
I stepped back to refocus my view and realized that I had been looking at a block of something like ice or plastic with indistinct edges. Inside the ice block, colored dots floated every which way inside as if bumping against each other and bouncing off again.
“The people who live here concentrate their minds on the icon. This brings the image they want to see forward. You were right. The icon consists of multiple images."
"The specific feast or holy day determines which image they bring into view."
I saw an image in my mind of a single person kneeling in front of this alter, and then a group of five people, young and old, standing in front of it with their heads bowed.
Shortly, Jesus added, “These people are truly pioneers. They don’t have much in the way of modern connivances and are not as well off as other humans you have seen on various worlds. This cabin is not an imitation of a house, but a real house, built of wood and stone. The house and grounds require a great amount of work to keep them livable.”
“Even so, they have an alter.” I said.
“Yes, they have brought their Christian beliefs from earth. These are the first people to settle on another world,” He added, “The hard way”.
I understood him to mean on a ship of some kind. Then this must be very far into the future, that is, if there is such a thing as real time in regards to space. Somehow, I doubt if time is relevant for those who have left earth, by whatever means.
"The figure you saw when we entered was an earth human."
I thought back and realized that the person had had no hair and seemed naked, at first, but then, as the person walked past, I’d noticed a transparent gown flow behind the person as he or she walked.
Jesus said, "Larger rooms are downstairs."
I understood the purpose was for protection against climate and other potential dangers. Another time I might be curious to see how they live, but this night I was tired and ready to leave. We stepped out through the small house and back out into the fluffy, deep snow.
Jesus added, “This is their short winter. In the spring it will be a green and productive land.”
I was happy about that. I can only imagine what a struggle it must be for first settlers such as this. They would need to check everything to make sure it was compatible with the human body and until they studied everything, danger could lurk around every corner, or in every bug. Well, maybe not. Maybe, strange bugs don't like the taste of humans.
These thoughts didn't take more than a moment to think about as we stepped off that world and I leaned back in my chair, I turned on my computer, and began to write about what I had seen.
I didn't forget to thank Jesus for our trip. I think the purpose of this trip was obviously to show us the Christian shrine and the fact that people would give homage to God and Jesus Christ even as we explore other worlds. Jesus' words will never die.
11/22/07
Note—A few days after I wrote this down I got to thinking. I remembered that Jesus had told me not too long ago that it isn’t likely that we would travel to other worlds in the universe on ships. His statement was in reference to humanity’s lack of morality. So where exactly did we go for that visit? Usually, I don’t ask or think about where we go if it is out in the universe because star patterns are beyond my knowledge. But now I wonder. Had our morals changed for the better, or did we visit a planet in our own solar system.
I didn’t think to look at the sky while we were there. We could have been standing beneath a dome on Mars, for all I know; although, I have been on Mars many times and this didn’t look like Mars.
Just now, when I asked Jesus, he merely smiled. I guess this means that he doesn’t want to answer this one. It must be one of those lessons we need to figure out for ourselves.
I would like to think that humanity finally got its stuff together, finally learned to live with kindness and togetherness, finally turned itself around towards heaven. But I don’t know. Given enough time, there are other planets and moons in our own solar system that might be tara-formed or settled. Whatever the answer, it will reveal itself some day. If the pioneers settled in our own solar system, it would still be an enormous accomplishment.
11/24/07
Last night when I thought to say the rosary, I felt reluctant to do so. It was late and I was tired, so I told myself. Usually, I say it earlier in the day, most often in the mornings if I don’t need to work. Yet, lately, I seemed to be riding a down-wave and couldn’t lift myself up. This is probably normal for all of us. We all ride waves of emotion that can lift us up or down.
I said to Jesus, “Ok, this is too much. I need extra help, and I know just where to get it.”
Jesus smiled at my thoughts, because, of course, he knew exactly where I wanted to go.
Compared to the first time, a few years ago, this was a quick trip. Jesus didn’t guide me slowly as he had before, this time we took a single step and suddenly stood in front of God's vast, golden fountain. Liquid light spilled around and through me. My whole body seemed to smile with joy.
The streamers of light that rained down from the fountain embraced me with such an abounding love it turned everything ordinary into the unordinary. Certainly, it was the perfect food my soul needed, a trough of delight, the feeling that all is well. I almost cried in joy.
When I finally stepped from out of the golden fountain, I felt cleansed of all the warps and trivial worries of the past days. I glowed with love for myself and everyone I knew. Rejuvenated, I felt ready to jump back into life.
This morning, after my visit to God's fountain, when I met with Jesus on the mountain, I found it easier to orient myself. I tend to let my mind wonder sometimes, but God’s fountain had done wonders for my psyche. I wanted to share the golden light with the other people who meet on the mountain. God must have known because, suddenly, when we opened ourselves and sent light towards the middle of the circle, the center expanded into a fountain of gold with such brightness that I was awed by its power. I felt so overwhelmed by the glow of it that I was brought to my knees. A quick glance showed me that others were also on their knees beneath this mighty, silent whisper of gold. Each of us had bowed our heads in awe to God’s majesty. Maybe I wasn’t the only one who had needed a shot of rejuvenation. Certainly, we all felt glorious and ready to begin our march against darkness this day.
A few days ago, I felt stressed out and realized I had been trying to include too many people in my prayers. The angels advised me to concentrate on only two or three people during the rosary. This felt more relaxing, and in between, I still was able to send waves of light throughout the metro area. Our mental thoughts are so instantly quick we can do amazing things with them if we learn how.
The first person I went to was a young boy who was sobbing for some reason. Anger was pouring out of him like a sieve. I wrapped my arms around him and tried to sooth his feelings while I prayed and asked Mary to light up his soul. The next person I went to was also a boy, a young adult, a big and very fat black youth lying in a tub (or hole) of some kind as if he had fallen or been pushed. Huge tears rolled down his big cheeks. I could feel his pain. I prayed for him and said over and over, “Its ok. It will pass. The pain will go away.” I hope he heard me.
Next I went to the cancer ward of a hospital. Here I found another young boy who looked worried and about to cry in anger. This is unusual. Many of these sick children are more accepting of their condition than adults. Yet, here was this child, another young black youth, who needed help right then. I imagined that perhaps his parents needed to work and couldn’t be with him, upsetting circumstances, for sure.
After I hugged him, he asked me if I was an angel. Smiling, and a little surprised that he'd noticed me, I said, “You can call me an angel, if you like.”
I thought about it, and why not? Why not allow him to think of me as an angel? The angels have asked us to help comfort people, and even heal them if we can. I hoped my hugs could be part of his cure, but I wasn’t certain. Sometimes I can feel a prayer's effectiveness, other times not.
I also went to a young mother who seemed at the end of her rope. She was sitting at a table, blond hair falling over her knotted up hands, stressed out about her family, and I think, her boyfriend. I tried to give her some emotional support. Mary stood by me as I sent out prayers to her. I can only hope I was somewhat successful.
At the end of the morning, we took a moment to gather together to send light to surround the globe of earth. As we did, I noticed that the whale had joined the prayer gathering, had probably never left. Only I fall away sometimes.
11/25/07
As I sat in mass today, I felt blessed and grateful to be a part of the long road of tradition we call the Catholic Church. So many great people have played a part in that tradition. Mozart was one of the greatest. At the moment I was listening to the Assumption Grotto Choir play music from a mass written by Mozart. Exquisite. Sublime. Everything one would expect from one of the greatest composers who ever lived. The voices and music were perfect. What else can I say? I felt blessed to be here.
When I was younger, I abhorred tradition. "It is only for old folks," I said. "Bring on the new." Now I am one of those old folks and certain areas of ritual and tradition feed an empty spot in my soul. I think the human psyche sometimes needs to know where its place, where it fits in the scheme of things. Tradition helps deliver that message.
But we also need new ideas that blend in the modern world. Good ideas that don’t depend on or teach the wrong side of life; and it may be that the church is the best place to put these new ideas in order. The Catholic Church has always been stubborn about change, but change it has, when the need arose. Thankfully, the church no longer imprisons its Galileos or Joan of Arcs. After Martin Luther pointed out its glaring faults, the church remade itself, once more. Today, where would we be without Vatican II? It opened up new avenues and gave us choices where we had none before. (Though many still prefer the old ways, the point is that they now have a choice).
I just read a newspaper comment from a cardinal high up in the church who said that the Catholic Church is in need of change once more. It needs to temper itself to fit the times. I agree because who would know the church's needs better than Jesus Christ. I believe that Jesus returns to his church periodically, in times of great need to give it a fresh coat of paint. This is why he asked me to write the book and why I keep writing. Jesus is teaching us how to put on the new while we keep the old. “You can’t pour new wine into old skins,” Jesus said long ago. He meant that if you must, do it slowly and carefully.