10/3/07
I read what I wrote a few days ago about the Catholic Church and I need to amend that statement a little. I remember the angels telling me once (the same as Jesus speaking because they follow Jesus in everything) that what ever else happened in my life, they would have insisted that I was raised in the Catholic Church. This gives great weight to the Catholic Church and its worthiness. I agree that it is the most traditional and most enlightening church in our Western culture , yet this still doesn't mean I should push people into it if they are already comfortable with their own church. Anyone who is truly ready to search out the truth, will find it.
This may be a good time to bring up a similar subject. In the New Testament Jesus said, "No one will get to heaven except through me." If we interpret Jesus words in their broadest sense then Jesus could easily have meant "me" as in "I am," or God, or as a plurality of the great religious leaders/teachers who came before (and after) him.
I believe that Jesus has always been with us and will always stay with us, so I find no discrepancy in the broader interpretation of Jesus words. Also, Jesus has told me that he was/is also the Buddha (this is hard to understand because we don't know the mechanism of how Jesus could exist or influence the great thinkers in different time periods). Yet, it seems to me that God has always set the truth out for us, and it is only when we put our own, primitive or narrow twist to certain ideas that we fall into unsolvable quandaries. The truth will always come out in the end.
10/8/07
I have been laying in bed thinking and can’t get to sleep for this serious problem I am facing. Just the other day my grandson said, “I want to come home with you and watch you paint.” His mother and father were sitting right there and I had to tell him to wait until he is older. This is such a unusual problem because I am his grandmother and I feel that he should come to watch me paint.
I remember
that Jesus said many people were growing large in spirit. I realized that I
could ask those of you who are able to help me with my problem. My problem is
that I my daughter-in-law is so afraid of
I have
prayed over and over but I think I am not strong enough to over come the
problem and it may take more prayers than just a single person can send. I also
asked myself what else I could do? All I know how to do is write. So I decided
to write and ask for help in solving this seemingly intractable problem. I
might add that my son and his wife have never offered to help me relocate to
the suburbs where the children could visit me without great fear on their part.
But such a giant step is truly not necessary because my neighborhood is very
safe. I live in what used to be called
10/11/07
My emotions have been like the weather the last few days, damp and dreary and it took me a while to figure out why. I think I own an apology to my family for writing about our personal problem. I didn’t mean harm to anyone. I honestly believed that prayers from people who were stronger than myself might help clear up the morass of darkness that seemed to hover over us. I also owe an apology to anyone who read through my last entry. It was probably an inept solution to an insolvable problem. Guess I should have took a moment to say a prayer and ask for heaven’s help before I leapt.
10/12/07
One recent evening, I sat here glum and alone, its been many years since I had a husband or boyfriend, and looked outside at a typical October sky, dark and somber which fit my mood to a tee. I asked myself what good I was doing for the world or anyone. Am I doing anything good? I have wondered about the purpose of life and run through the different possibilities and finally come to the conclusion that what I considered most important was to do the job heaven wanted of me, but like most of us, I wondered exactly what that purpose was.
While I was still questioning my own worth, Jesus spoke to me and said, “Just live.”
Then he repeated his statement with more emphasis, saying, “Diane, just live.”
He words seem to imply that I should stop worrying, that what ever it is I am supposed to do, I am already doing it, or will one day. He knows the future. I certainly don’t. So even though I am uncertain about if I am doing the right thing, eventually it will all work out. That is the way I intend to think of it from now on. I laugh at this. Give me a week and I will start to question my worth once more. Will I never give up worrying? One day I will walk smoothly through life without a care. I just haven’t got to that point yet.
I had skipped writing for a few days and felt the edge of doom hovering just beyond my door, but as soon as I began writing again about Jesus the fog lifted and I felt infused with purpose. The lesson didn’t go unlearned. Events can put us down, but if we keep pushing we will make it through the tough times back into the sunlight.
10/13/7
This morning I concentrated my prayers and sent the light energy out to young people in distress. I have been reading about the school shootings and the potential disasters, a few children gathering up enough weapons to start their own war. I am deeply worried about these children who can find no solution except to lash out with bullets. The stress and agony they are feeling must be tremendous. We adults can hardly handle attacks against our person, so imagine a young person’s dilemma. Young people have less experience controlling and dealing with the anger and frustrations that life can throw at us. I feel great pity for such youngsters.
I went to a few youngsters who I perceived to be angry and frustrated. I hugged and spoke softly to them. Some kids are living in upsetting circumstances that give them little hope, often because dysfunctional parents, but other children seem to have perfect families yet they have built up enough problems to a topple load of bricks.
I didn’t know what I could do for any child besides pray and give a hug. As I said a Hail Mary and hugged each, I said, “Give it time. It will pass.” I showed one child how to add flowers into a drawing of guns and knives. I showed another how he could convert a drawing into one that grows life instead of taking it.
Did any of this do any good? I don’t know for sure, but I believe it did. One young boy cried as I hugged him and told him that when he grows up he will outdo many other people in ability. I added, “You will laugh at those who taunt you.” I think he heard and listened to my advice.
What about the many children who I couldn’t reach, children who are under mountains of stress. What can we do for them? We can try to bring God back into the classrooms, not as in specific prayers, but as a period of quiet contemplation. A time for directed meditation or relaxation techniques. Some teachers are doing this already. It calms children down and perhaps relieves them of excess stress. The effect may not be noticeable right away, but eventually it will help the children cope with the modern world better.
Without the calmness of meditation, I don’t know where I would be now during my struggle and flight through this modern world. But I don’t know. Would our children, who seem to need the calm and relaxation most, be willing to put down their music long enough to meditate, maybe for ten minutes a day?
If we knew how, we could teach all the children how to meditate according to their age or ability to sit still as a means of increasing their use of imagination. Creative people seem able to hold on to their imagination best, but it would be good if every one could. Without a strong imagination, I wouldn’t have dared to travel with Jesus. Even so, it took me a while to fit it all together, to decipher my own imagination from the reality I was perceiving. I wonder how much easier it would have been if I had grown up knowing the human mind could expand into the universe? It is my hope that the next generation will begin learning about their vast human potential sooner rather than later.
10/14/07
Every Sunday as I arrive in church and sit in the pew waiting for mass to begin, I realize once more how valuable is the gift Jesus gave to us. If it hadn’t been for his death and resurrection we wouldn’t be streaming into churches around the globe to listen to sermons that might revitalizing our faith or join in communion and prayers. If not, where would we be? Unholy for sure and weaponless under a great force of darkness. I will never forget the view of earth Jesus showed me would certainly occur if he hadn’t chose to live and die for us. With his gift we have a chance to avoid such a fate. Once again I say, “Thank you Lord.”
10/15/07
I am back with the Legion of Mary for a number of reasons. I went on the rosary procession Sunday and realized that I wanted to rejoin the Legion. I truly like the Legion members and would miss their friendship, but also I found out that it pleases me immensely to give out rosaries to people who otherwise might not get one. I want to continue doing so. Also I have come to realize that no one can make me do anything that is against my principles, no matter if there is some rule that says otherwise. So I will just go my own way where and if it becomes necessary.
Suddenly my mind smiles with the memory of Mary's visit about a year ago and her prediction regarding myself and the Legion. I smile at its accuracy.
Mary said to me, "You will go your own way."
I didn't know what she meant, but her prediction has come true in a way I could have never imagined. Yes, I will go my own way which means I will hold to my principles. I will give if I believe it is truly necessary and remain silent when such action seems called for. It is easy to forget that each of us makes our own rules of honor and no one can topple us off that mountain peak once know what we stand for.
Mary appeared to me during the Legion meeting while I was saying the rosary. This appearance was in my mind because my eyes were closed.
Mary said, "This is how I will look when I appear in the sky."
She was wearing all white with a blue sash around her waist. She glowed with an amazing inner light that lit up my mind. I think she was surrounded by white lilies or roses, not sure because it was all white. A feeling of purity and holiness enveloped me as she spoke.
10/18/07
This morning I thought about how desperate our world seems to be and remembered that hundreds of people on other worlds spend their time by sending out their mental light in an attempt to help us. I look around and it doesn't seem as if we are getting help. I spoke of this to a person on Shamballa.
The answer I got back made too much sense. She said, "You (meaning us humans) need to be receptive to our help."
Yes, if we block them out, they can't assist us. We have free will and can't be forced into making correct decisions. I suspect their work is not unlike our own when we send out God's light to people during meditation. Many people reject the light.
Jesus spoke to me at this point. He brought up the subject once more of traveling to other worlds.
"We will begin traveling again soon." He told me.
I think the purpose is to help people understand where they can go in the universe or to teach them that they can travel too. I thought about all the worlds I had visited with Jesus and realized that most people don't know what I am referring to when I explain what I saw at the "Disaster Worlds," or specific worlds I named as "Ribbon World" or "Cotton World." These worlds I used to visit frequently because I love them so much.
I intend to
remedy this lack by publishing the whole of my book, Traveling in Time and Space, on my web site after I complete the
book about Mary. I already have the first third of the book on the web, (the
part that shows up my awkward writing the most) but this time I will put it all
on the web for people to read. Everyone should have access to it because it
pertains to what Jesus showed me before and after the attack on
10/27/07
Jesus took me to another world tonight. This time the purpose wasn’t to teach me anything, but to give me a gift. I have been feeling down with everything that has been happening. First the Cadillac converter was stolen from my car, then a kid broke my side window, and worst of all, my eye got seriously infected so badly I needed to finally go to the doctor and get antibiotics. All this happened last week end, right after I put the book of Mary on the web. I seem to have lost a great amount of time because it feels as if a whole month has went by since. This morning the infection has flared up again but Jesus assures me I will be ok.
Jesus knows everything I have been going through and Saturday evening he suggested we travel for a few moments. We left through the sky tunnel. As usual I rubbed my hand over the smooth mahogany wall for a moment to orientate myself and then enjoyed the flowers, leaves and butterflies as we walked past. Blue sky filled the large openings until we walked towards a darker sky further out. Since the sky-tunnel is only half existent in our world, I wonder if the flowers stay year around.
I walked with Jesus to the end of the tunnel, we stepped off through the purple black curtains and suddenly I saw the whole sky glowing a deep crimson. A curtain hung in the sky of rainbow hues that verged from deep crimson, into dark pink, brilliant orange, and then flowing from left to right. The colors danced to the right until they met with a deep viridian and cobalt blue then began to reverse the dance to flow in the opposite direction from right to left in a battle of giant paint brushes.
We stood on a high rise with the silhouette of sparse trees and bushes blackened against the bright aurora that filled the sky. The colors were sharper and deeper than anything I have ever seen on earth and danced back and forth across the sky in a delicate ballet. All that was needed was music. As the deep greens and blues chased the crimson orange across and back again I thought it was like ice poured upon a fire.
Jesus said, “That is what the people here call it, fire and ice. Much of their history and myths are built on the on the basic cycle of fire and ice.
“It is truly an amazing sight.”
Yes, I thought you would like it.”
He added, “Like earth this aura is in a cold region at the top of the world, but instead of ocean the area is mountainous. We are sitting on the northern side of a high mountain rise.”
As Jesus spoke, I noticed small bright lights within the aura and realized that they were stars shinning through the curtain. As the silky curtain billowed back and forth the stars flickered and twinkles. The idea hadn’t occurred to me before that other worlds might have magnetic poles just as earth does. My ignorance probably causes me to miss a lot of interesting facts when we travel.
The sight was too beautiful for words and I stopped asking questions or speaking. It was a time to just sit, relax, and enjoy. Later, as we got up to leave, I noticed that my friend Y had quietly joined us. I nodded at him as we turned around and surveyed the high land. There wasn’t much to see except large boulders.
Jesus mentioned that this Northern aura was a nightly occurrence on this world and no longer amazing to the people who lived here even though the reality of it ran through all their myths. Hard to imagine, but I guess our own vivid blue sky could be amazing to someone from another world too.
I left to write the visit down. It may be that Jesus and Y moved on to other areas of the planet. I haven’t been traveling for a long while, but I suspect that some people have never stopped. I need to catch up again.
10/29/07-note on game idea
I want to write my idea of a computer game I thought about and hope someone will build it. It is something I know I am incapable of building, so maybe someone else will give it a try.
The name would be Yggdrasill, the world tree from Norse mythology. The game would look like a tree also but a player could only get to the top by doing good deeds. The action or puzzles on each world set in the tree could only be solved by moral standards. In other words, if faced with a dragon situation in one section of the tree, to get past and save the people you would need to solve the problem without violence. Using needless violence would reverse the player back down the tree. Also, those who managed to finally solve enough situations to reach the top edges would become a co-creator and be able to set their own made up world situation inside one of the thousands of branches for other people to enter and solve.
Well, just an idea but I like it because it would not only be enjoyable, but if written right, winning would demand a reversal of the usual goals of wealth and power. To win this game, you would need to display keen judgment and moral skills.