10/1/08
The
Evidently, greed has been running the financial system in this country for a long while. Everyone either turned their backs on the problem or else their voice was too feeble to be heard. Now we will all pay the price. But I wonder if we don't deserve it? While some roll in millions to trillions, many people here can't find jobs or heat their homes or drive a car. How many jobs would $700,000,000,000 buy?
I did the
math. Using an average of $40,000 income
a year, though many of us make much less, that money could employ 17,500,000.
people for a year. That’s 17 ½ million people with a supportive job that they
didn't have before. So how many people do need a job in
10/2/08
Ah, I feel so much better. Couldn't get my keys out of the ignition this morning.
At work, Ralph came up to tell me my lights were on. When I explained my problem he told me all I needed to do was turn the steering wheel to lock it, then the keys would come out. It worked! Here I thought I was going to need to pay for some kind of repair. Thanks again, Ralph.
Another thing that makes me feel truly blessed is what happened to me yesterday. I saw Mary twice since yesterday evening. I don't know why. I figure that I must have done something right lately. I am racking my brains to figure out what. Maybe it was the letter I sent to the magazine.
The image of Mary is very large, I would say three times the size of a normal human, and she is all white and glows with light. The vision only lasts for a short while, and I can almost see through Mary as she stands above and to the right of me. Her image is breathtakingly beautiful. This is what she will look like when she appears for all of us soon.
Her help is
greatly needed and I beg her to do what she can for us. She will chase the
shadows away from
I read an
article in today's Free Press that the Chiefs of Police Organization wants the
10/4/08
I was thinking of shadow souls today. Were there shadow souls during Jesus time? I believe so; certainly there were demonic ones. One reason we should love our enemies may be because something has infected that neighbor which caused them to become our enemy. Shadow souls, those things who come up from hell to haunt us can take hold of and change a personality like a sickness. You would not hate someone who was mentally ill, just so, we should also not hate someone who has been invaded by one a shadow souls. That doesn't mean that we must accept their actions. The people still had a choice in whether to allow themselves to loose control and get taken over. It is like hypnotism, the hypnotist can't make a person do what they are not inclined to do anyway.
I decided to call these invaders shadow souls, although, some call them evil angels or devils. I write about it so much it just sounds better than using the word evil all the time. And truly, some may just push weird traits on people or cause them to become cold and heartless, rather than evil. I need to ask myself why, of all the places Jesus showed me, the one with the dark well stands out in memory so vividly. I think I remember it so clearly because it is an apt explanation for what is happening in today’s world, also in the world of Jesus day, and, no doubt, during other times in our history as well.
Jesus didn't have the information capabilities that we do today, so he sent his apostles out as scouts to check out where the infection was heaviest. They reported back to him which areas of the country had the coldest hearts, the most hateful minds. In Jesus day, it would have been unusual to refuse hospitality to any one who visited your home. Jesus knew what was going on, and now we know.
This Saturday morning, the first thing I did after I met with Jesus, was rub the large rock surface to feel its texture and orientate myself to the mountain. Stones bit at the soles of my feet while wet grass and weeds cooled them. We walked past rocks and brush to meet with the many friends who gather on the mountain. Our gathering often includes monks of many religions, great leaders, ordinary people like me, and angels.
Today, I was late, the others had begun fifteen minutes before, but that didn’t matter, time is relative when we meet mind to mind. Of course, Jesus is always with us, and sometimes some one will step down from heaven to join the circle.
My friends V and Y nodded a greeting to me. Jesus had just revealed a deep truth to me and I couldn't wait to share it with them. The truth was this: Everything is mind—our minds live in God's mind. An obvious truth if we think about it long enough, but I felt reenergized by Jesus' restatement of this fact. We tend to forget how deeply we depend on God for everything, even our minds.
As I
meditated and walked through the city of
I next went
to
I also didn’t forget the people on the lowest rung of the ladder. I saw a man riding a bike yesterday wearing old, dirt clothing with bundles and bags tied on his bike. I knew he was homeless or desperate. Today I searched and found him so I could enclose him inside an invisible hug of white gold. I went to the children's hospital and began stripping the illusion of sickness from it like sheets of wallpaper. Let the light shine in. In our pure human form, the perfect creation of God, there is no sickness or pain. The closer we can stand to God, the more we heal in mind and body. By tearing down the walls that block us off from God, I am helping to bring us closer.
10/5/08
While waiting for mass to begin this Sunday, I read the wrong Epistle. It was about faith protecting us from the evil principalities and powers of this world, Paul to the Eph. 6: 10-17. The truth of this epistle, the dangers of giving in to the principalities and powers of this world, hit me with sudden insight. I suddenly realized that this is the basic purpose of every religion under God. Faith gives us strength to hold fast against the lawless one, against the pulls and powers that would pull and tare at us until we wind up out of sync with our souls. It is hard not to fall beneath the clutches of wrongness. Without the help of Jesus, saints, angels and many souls in heaven, the whole world would be sitting and suffering in a living hell. Hitler's regime showed us, in miniature, what hell could be like on earth. Only prayers and faith keep us from it. Every religion is good. If some are assumed by their members to be better or closer to God, then so be it. All meditation and prayer brings blessing that can help ward off the principalities and dark powers of this world and therefore should be honored for the help it gives to all of us.
10/11/08
I met with Jesus on the mountain as usual this morning, but the meeting was not usual. My heart wanted to burst in love at his nearness. Some meetings are tepid and ordinary. This day wasn't one of them. To say that I felt joyful doesn’t describe what I felt—perhaps euphoria is the better word.
The feeling of being charged up and aware was so pervasive, I felt lightening bolts run up my arms as I rubbed the palm of my hand over the top of the rough, gritty rock, as if I needed to get orientated this day. As I took note of the tiny, sharp stones under my feet, my whole body tingled as if the wet grass was electrified. This day, I was filled with God energy before the meeting began.
As we walked to join the others, I asked Jesus if we could go to my favorite place on earth first.
We stepped over to the half enclosed cove of rock and trees where the green, untamed fauna blows in a gentle wind, a small stream of water trickles down huge gray rocks into a black pool, and sunlight dapples the whole scene from the high trees overhead.
I put my hand into the cold water of the pool and watched the waves roll across, like the light from God will later roll over the land.
Jesus touched my shoulder and I rose up to leave.
He took my hand and said, “Let us go join the others.”
As we walked, I asked Jesus, “Is my favorite place real? I mean, does it really exist on earth?”
Jesus didn’t answer.
“Is this one of those questions I need to answer for myself?"
I puzzled at Jesus continued silence, then added, "Ah, now I know why you don’t answer some questions. It is because they are so dumb."
Jesus smiled as we continued walking.
Suddenly, I knew the answer. "That place is real, as real as anything else, isn't it.”
I laughed because the truth is so simple and complex at the same time. Everything we see and feel exists in the mind of God. This is how we call it ‘real.’
"Do we select what we want to call real?" I asked and then laughed again at my own folly of asking a question when I already had the answer.
I knew even as I laughed that this was the truth as we walked down the slope to meet with the group. Right away I saw Y and he nodded to me, and V stood by us waiting to join the circle as we all did.
I was surprised when Jesus took my hand and said, “We can hold hands in the circle today.”
I wondered why for a moment. Perhaps because it gives us a sense of solidarity and closure. The circle's purpose is to increase the energy we get from God. As the bible verse says:
John 7:38 "The one believing [or, trusting] in Me, just as the Scripture said, 'Out of his belly [or, innermost being] will flow rivers of living water." ALT
When I looked up the word ‘light’ in the bible I was amazed at the number of times Jesus used it. My favorite is:
John 12:36 "As long
as you* have the Light, be believing [or, trusting]
in the Light, so that you* shall become sons [and
daughters] of Light." These things Jesus spoke, and having gone
away, He was hid from them. ALT
And
John 12:46 "_I_ have
come as Light to the world, so that every [one]
believing [or, trusting] in Me shall not
remain in the darkness. ALT
Today Jesus is showing us what he means; we are to be filled with light. The word ‘light,’ as Jesus uses it, is no longer figurative. It is real spark within us, a part of our birthright if we acknowledge it. We each sent the spark of light from our center into the center of the circle. I usually visualize the light as if I were holding a flash-light at heart level that I can wave back and forth. Later, the light broadens to cover everything in front of me.
This day, as we stood in the circle, with each of us holding hands and sending our own feeble light, God over flowed our circle with such intensity that it took my breath away for the moment. God’s light amplified by ten or a hundred. A light so thick it felt like a liquid fount rolling over us, wave after wave.
Encompassed by such grandeur, I felt a great force of energy fill my whole body. My delight was unbounded; I was being empowered by God himself upon his holy mountain.
So high on love, my mind couldn’t stop. It had to roam. Like an arrow, I dove to the center of God’s light. There I witnessed the Source. The Source is God creating everything: turning planets, crooked and straight trees, huge rocks and stones, large and small animals, various peoples in all manner of dress, and suns enough to recreate the universe each moment. My mind boggled at the fullness that flowed out, a constant cornucopia of matter, a never ending fruit bowl of life. God the center, as if a single breath of wind had just now created the whole universe.
God’s light is the creation, it can transform and change us because it is original, and uncorrupted by shadow. It is pure, undefiled by any kind of wrongness or defect or breakage. God at the Source is bliss. At that moment, I felt completely whole.
All humans need to become more wholesome in soul and body, but to do so, we need to step closer to God’s light. And since most people refuse to do this, those who have found it, must bring the light to them. This is the purpose of our gathering together in mental communion. This is why God increases our ability to send out his light. It is our job to go back to our respective countries to share the great abundance we have been given.
Out of words to describe such grandeur, I paused in my writing and was reminded of Jesus words when we met the others this morning.
Jesus looked around and asked, “Were are the other leaders?” Then he nodded. "They will be back."
He said this because he wants representatives of every religion to meet with him on the mountain. There was a large group there today, but he was right, some leaders hadn’t shown up for a while. Thinking of leaders, I wondered for a second, what do I represent, what am I doing here? I don’t know the answer.
I should
note that at the same time I was standing in the circle, I was sitting in my
chair at home and sending light out into the world in front of me. Actually,
Jesus has told me that when we see the light moving forward from our center, it
is actually billowing out in every direction, but we can't see it because our
human sight is limited. The idea of a
double existence, the sense of being in two places at once, applies to all
meditation after a person becomes spiritually able. When I sent out God's
light, very robust this morning, strong enough to cover all of
As I walked
in the light and spoke to various people around
“Try and hold on for a while longer.” I said to him.
I don’t know if he heard me or if the problem truly will ease up in a few months, but surly he derived hope from God’s light.
While I was
scattering beams of light all over the
Then I said, “Can you feel the whale joining us?”
He stretched his mind out to test this fact and then smiled. He could feel the whale’s mental touch. And we both stood over it to watch it jump out of the water with seeming delight that we understood.
I went to another young boy who needed to pull his parents back to church. I asked him if everyone was still going to church. He got a huge grin on his face and told me that they were.
“You have a job to do for heaven one day,” I told him. "Maybe you will pull many people back to church one day."
I said this to him but I truly don't know what his job will be. Only Jesus and the angels know, and so, they allowed me to say it. I do know that it is a pleasure to give this kind of message to people.
I also went to children’s hospital again today. I imagined my fingers punching holes in the darkness that surrounds the sickest children. I watched as my fingers made streaks in the dark film that clouds us from God’s purity. Then impatient, I began ripping sheets of it out, as if I were tearing down a ceiling.
Well, my imagination was working at full steam this morning. I still had so much energy built up from God, I felt I could do anything. Enough energy to fill the world with light, which is what we all did towards the end of our gathering.
We didn't forget to go into the underground, where ever that truly is, to help the primitive souls who seem in greatest need. We spread the light around their dark chamber. I tried to yank chunks of their darkness out of this dark cave too, but felt unsuccessful. The covering was too hard and thick even for my imagination.
When we finally left, we surrounded the whole of earth in God’s light, and imagined the inside of earth filled with the light and far up into the sky, past bright clouds and far into deep space.
I need to say that I get impatient towards the end of the rosary prayers. I can only hold my attention for a short half hour, or less. I am amazed at the others who gather with me. Not only because I lack their training and skill, but because I suspect that they gather and meditate more often and for long periods. When I stop, they go on sending out God’s light. I am only capable of meditating once or twice during the week, but I suspect the others, stronger than I, do it many times each day, every day. The world greatly needs their prayer, so we should all be thankful for it.
10/14/08
I was reading a Catholic page on the web about private revelations and realized something vitally important: The revelations I receive from Jesus are not private. Although, some of my visions are private, my web writings are not meant to be private. Jesus wants his statements sent around the world to everyone. Perhaps not now, but at a certain time of his choosing, Jesus will assure that this happens. When Jesus speaks, his main purpose is to teach, to move any of us who will listen one step further towards our understanding of God and heaven. It is Jesus teaching that I put on these web pages.
I asked Jesus a few years ago, “Why would anyone read what I write? I am nobody. I am not a theologian and have no authority.”
“I am the authority,” was Jesus answer.
His words seemed to imply that he will prove the truth of what I write one day. Well, not everything, but Jesus statements of truth. This will happen when Jesus decides that the time is right, so why worry?
My chore, a most beautiful one, is to write as best I can about what I understand. If I write something Jesus doesn’t like, he lets me know. Likewise, he doesn't complain when I spew out complaints or anger concerning city corruption or corrupt politicians. Once he told me, "I have given you a platform, now use it."
So much needs changing, and we are so far out of balance with heaven, it begs the question where to begin. I do know that we need balance in all things. Of great import is the recently reinforced understanding (the failed economy) that we are still immature, that rich and poor people alike still require guidelines and regulations to keep us out of an ultra-selfish mode. We know this but need guidelines and rules to follow. Every ethic, moral, religion, and even our common sense tell us we must strive to give to all, not just ourselves.
As for what Jesus is teaching us today, it may take a many years before people grasp its full truth. But the danger we live in today shows us that we need to take that next step as soon as possible.
10/15/08
I write all the time about how myself and other people around the world mentally gather into a circle to increase the energy we receive from God. What I don't write about, but should, is that we can also increase this energy by going to mass, church or perhaps any religious gathering. A large group dedicated to the worship of God certainly reinforces heaven's energy. My personal meditation is most comfortably done in the privacy of my home, but some one else may find the energy within the church works better for them. In the Catholic church, Jesus is always present inside the church, in front of the alter. Knowing this surly encourages those who wish to meditate and speak with him personally.
10/15/08
I just read an excellent article about the best ways to control terrorism in the Scientific American web site. The article, “The Psychology of "War on Terror" and other Terms for Counterterrorism” was written by Arie W. Kruglanski. It is a long article, but if anyone wants to read it, psychology of war on terror. It views war and military solutions as the least effective. Most effective is police work, social interaction, and treating such aberrant ideas as a sickness. Most people would agree that the military was needed right after 9/11, but maybe it is time to ease up.
I asked myself while reading the article, if war is not the answer, what about this war on evil many of us are waging? Am I wrong to assume we are in an all out war against the 'lawless one'? Wrong that we are under attack? Wrong that the way to finish it is to win? Would some other attitude work better?
Mostly, what caught my attention was the idea that terrorist thinking is like a sickness and can spread like one. How does greed spread? Or any kind of sin? It seems to be the little temptations that get to us first, like the start of a small sniffle that has the potential to end in a raging flu. If this is true, and it seems to fit well, then how should we proceed? Perhaps like a doctor, but then, what medicine would we use?
Ah, am I dense or what. Of course this is what the religions do all the time. They aim to cure our sickness of soul, our spirituality. So the real question might be, how do we increase every person's path towards spirituality. Doctors are worried about a flu pandemic, but a growing pandemic of selfishness, greed, hatred, and all the adverse attitudes have already has taken hold. How do we cure such a glut of wrongness? I guess just keep pushing prayer and sending out the light until a window opens up that is so huge, it shines God-light throughout the world.
10/18/08
I barely made it for the 9:00 rosary this Saturday morning. Didn’t wake up until 8:50. So after I struggled to meet with the group and say the rosary, and spread God’s light, not very powerfully this morning, I admit, I remembered something that is truly important. The correct time is not essential, just as space is not essential when there is a meeting of mind and spirit.
We humans are so used to depending on both time and space, it can throw us off kilter when we confront conditions where a certain time or place is not needed, which is true of our ongoing gathering to meet with Jesus. It is obvious that the mountain place where we meet is not set in stone, can in fact be any place in the world or out of it. I have gotten used to the ability to travel in spirit to many places through the years. The idea of timelessness is harder for me to grasp. It is a complex situation when many people meet in a spiritual group. To realize how complex, all I need to do is remember that some people join us from the other side of the globe, when it is night time. Surly, no one sets an alarm to wake up at an appropriate time to gather on the mountain, yet many from different countries join together every Saturday morning to meet with Jesus and then send out God's light. How can this be?
It happens like this because the circle is ongoing at any time we choose to step in and join it. Every moment is filled with angels gathering and people at prayer, so maybe any person in prayerful meditation is brought into the circle. I am not sure. It is a idea I need to explore further.
I do know that at any time we choose to meditate through the week, day or evening, we can walk with Jesus and meet a group that will make a circle of faith to highlight and intensify God's light-energy within our own souls. Then we have more to spread to others in need.
My attempt to meet every Saturday morning at 9:00 is mine alone. The others who join are in different times. I am the one who needs to remember what other people already practice. I meditate at other times during the week too, and so do many people. Heaven is always present at any gathering of souls, physical or mental.
10/21/08
Oddly
enough, I have been surprised numerous times while reading
A few examples:
2Co 4:6 For it is the God who said, "Let light shine out of darkness," who has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ. nrsv
2Co 4:7 But we have this treasure in clay jars, so that it may be made clear that this extraordinary power belongs to God and does not come from us. nrsv
2Co 4:18 because we look not at what can be seen but at what cannot be seen; for what can be seen is temporary, but what cannot be seen is eternal. nrsv
I wonder
just how figurative
When
I think he
understood the meaning of the light. He saw Jesus standing as a great giant of
spirit within it. Its power dropped him from his horse.
Note: I hope Christine Beatty gets off lightly. I think she was pulled in by a bad relationship. The same thing happens to too many unaware or vulnerable women.
10/25/08
Jesus taught me something new this morning. I love it every time he advances my knowledge. This day, I noticed once again how I still sometimes feel like a child when with I am with him, perhaps a good attitude when I learn something new.
This morning he said, “Come walk with me.”
Thus began of a new adventure of the mind and a new method of using the light for the benefit of other people. I am flabbergasted at the huge range of new ideas Jesus comes up with, as though his ideas could reach into forever.
We went to meet the others, but first, we walked for a short while on Belle Isle. We walked near the light house, one of my favorite places to walk especially when it is cold and nippy out because of the way the wind snaps through the trees, and chops up the water surface. I mentioned to Jesus that walking with him on Belle Isle, a real place where I often walk with my dog, felt the same as walking with him on the mountain. I guess they are both as real as they need to be at the time we need them.
We joined
the others in a high hill in the
And this
day, our friend from the
When we gathered into a circle, with so many of us, it was like layer upon layer of souls joined into the same circle. We held hands again, as Jesus instructed us to do last week. As we did so, we watched a bright, soft light grow into a bubble, like a soap bubble but more intense. It expanded in the center of the circle, reached outward, and rolled over us enclosing us within its boundaries. Completely bathed and covered in light, our bodies intensified until they glowed from the inside out as if we were transparent. Then the bubble seemed to evaporate, but left a part of itself within each of us. I saw that it had wrapped around my heart.
Then Jesus
said, “Go and give to others what you have been given.” Or "Go out and
feed souls." [I forget his exact words, but
the meaning is the same.]
I first went to children’s hospital to spread the light as far as I could. Then bent down to watch a single baby who was cute, cuddly and so tiny my heart filled with love. As I began to send out light, to my surprise, the light became bubble that reached out towards the baby. Now the tiny infant was enclosed in the very bright energy of God, the same energy that gives us life and is perfect. Enclosed in such intensity, the baby’s heart healed as I watched. I could see through the baby as we had seen through each other earlier in the circle. I went to a few other tiny babies too.
Next, I remembered a person who I felt I had neglected a few days ago. It was an older man who I saw sitting on a street curb, with two, dirty cloth bags next to him. Clothed in a dark ragged coat and scarf, he had his head bowed down as if the whole world sat on top of him. I noticed him sitting at the side of the road as I drove home on Gratiot. I drove right past him, but my heart gave a tug so I turned the car around.
When I pulled up to the curb where he was sitting, he looked up at me stupidly, but then looked away again as if he knew I had nothing to do with him. When the car didn’t pull away, he looked back up and saw me wave a $5.00 bill through the driver's side window. It was dark; I didn't want to get out of the car.
“Here," I said as he came over to the window, “I am sorry. This is all I have.”
The surprised look on his face was all I needed for a reward but he kept saying,
“Thank you. Thank you,” as I pulled away.
Later, almost home, I felt I had neglected him because I realized that I should have said more. Why hadn’t I mentioned God? It was a perfect opportunity. Why not suggest that he to go to church, or at least mention that I had just come from a church?
“Why didn’t I put a word in for God?” I said out loud in the car.
Jesus said to me, “Your gift was a statement for God.”
This is
true, but even with Jesus comforting words, I felt like I had cheated the man
somehow, most especially because $5.00 wouldn't even get him a place to stay.
Though, it might buy him a dinner at McDonalds and a beer. I hoped if he did
buy a beer that it kept him warm for the night. Something pulled at me about
that man; I felt deeply moved by his plight. The scene, etched into my mind
deep now, so deep that the only way to get it out is to paint what I saw that
night. And with a possible recession, coming soon, that will hit many more
people; his depravity will be multiplied soon enough. It was a cryable,
tearsome sight that won’t leave me until I work it out. [Made up words but revealing and poetic].
I wrote all of the above to explain the extra gift that Jesus gave to us this day. By the way, any gift that Jesus gives us on the mountain is open to all and any who dare to join us. When Jesus told us to go out and feed souls Saturday morning, I remembered the homeless man I had seen on the curb. I had the sudden thought that I should go back to that moment and say what I had neglected to say that night. I did.
I went to him as if I were still in the car handing over the trite $5.00. As he thanked me, I said, “This is from God, not me.”
He nodded as if he understood completely as I drove off.
Then, for a moment, I felt stunned. Jesus knew I would do this. It is part of his teaching. He has demonstrated to me over and over that time is as malleable as space. Now this morning, I proved it to myself. I had gone back and spoke to the man about God, and undid I forgot to do that night.
I felt very good about it. Did it actually happen? Did I actually go back to that moment? I am not positive, but one thing I have learned through the years is that to look too closely at such things can burst the bubble. Truth is what is real for me, God, and the other person.
10/28/08
At mass this evening, as I knelt at the alter to receive communion, Jesus spoke to me.
He said, "Accept me."
I felt a sudden pang of fear that I hadn't been paying enough attention. In truth, I hadn't been. I had taken note of the other people in church this cold evening, about ten people, and reflected on what good Catholics they must be. I felt diminished by their sincerity and holiness. Some of these same people I see kneeling in a pew no matter when I happen to go, such as this Tuesday night to attend a lecture. Amazing.
At Jesus words, I perked up and determined to be more attentive to the sacrifice of his life, the body of Christ that I was about to receive.
The priest gave me communion, and as soon as it sat on my tongue, I felt my body swell with light. As I walked back to the back pew, knelt down, and saw sharp beams of light leave my body just as I had seen light leaving the communion host one evening at mass. I was stunned, but of course, knew its truth right away. If light comes from the host, it surly comes into our bodies after we receive it.
This must be what Jesus meant by his words, “Accept me.” Accept his light.
“Of course I accept your light Jesus, but what do you mean?" I begged of him. "I have been receiving communion for years, is today different?"
"You will see." He answered, and would say no more.
I think I understand what he meant. He meant for me to see the light penetrate my body so I could write about it. It isn't enough to see the host light up a church, we need to realize that it lights up our souls as well. I am a writer and this is what Jesus meant for me to do, write about the experience. I am grateful I have been given such an easy chore to do for heaven.
And now I need to disqualify my self from a part of what I just wrote because I certainly feel a lack of holiness as I edit this writing. How can I receive great light from God in communion and the next day get upset with someone at a meeting? The issue was authority, which always tends to set me on fire. Why can't I be calm? Why must I always cause waves? What is wrong with me and why didn't Jesus fix it? Well, maybe I am being too harsh; we all have such experiences, even after we receive communion. Someday, I will become better at spreading calm and joy. That is the proper state of behavior to attain to and I am determined to arrive at the blessed emotion of steadfastness and overriding calm one day.
Father Perrone gave an excellent lecture on the Tridentine Mass. He spent an hour explaining the difference between the old and new. Now I understand why better then I did before. I can hardly do the subject justice, but the best reason for the Tridetine Mass as I understood it, was that the old style mass will give today's church more dignity and unity and also keep us in touch with an apostolic tradition that goes back as far as 600 AD.
I got the idea that the style of the mass got confused and scattered through the years and needs to be reformulated back into a more even and traditional state. After what I learned in the lecture, I agree. I see it as like a personality that spreads out to explore other methods and views but then comes back to itself, wiser. I think the church has done this, and after spreading out and exploring different avenues and styles, will consolidate back into the best that it can be for the many Catholics around the whole world.
A voice once said to me one day, “I will destroy the church, and rise up black people”. Frightened at first, I soon realized that this wasn’t Jesus voice. Just recently, during mass, I asked Jesus about it because I had never forgotten the words.
Jesus smiled at me as if to say think a moment. I did and realized that the evil one always lies. Jesus said in the bible, “The truth is not in him.”
“The church will not be destroyed and black people are rising up by their own ability,” Jesus said.
His answer only after I had to do all the work and figure it out for myself, but yes, I did understand. I am sure heaven is right now helping us correct long-standing wrongs in the church and in our culture. The evil one always tries to take credit to itself for work others do. I felt so much better after our talk. I felt that all was well and all would be well on God’s earth.