1/1/07

I think the Catholic Church has done well to offer different kinds or flavors of the mass. Certainly, at its core, it always holds the same reverence and celebration of what Jesus did for us, but specific variations to the mass draw different people for their own reasons. The differences can be interesting. I remember a few very good Polish music masses at St Hyacinth Church years ago and the people at Sacred Heart Church can spend five minutes hugging and shaking hands to share the peace of Christ, while the service at Assumption Grotto is more intense and serious. I have been thinking about why people are drawn to the more serious traditional mass. Perhaps, like me, they feel the intense prayers will give greater protection from the evils of the world.

On my way to church Monday, the first day of the year, I saw an old man, bent over and ragged, carrying a black bag filled with cans or cloths hanging from his back. He was walking on the other side of Gratiot and I drove past him, but saw out of the corner of my eye that he had yellow plastic bags tied around his ankles above frayed tennis shoes. Obviously, this man was desperate.

I made a U turn on Gratiot and pulled up next to the man. I asked him if I could give him a few dollars, "Just a few," I said. The shock on his face would have been comical in any other situation. Then he nodded, quickly.

I pulled three dollars out of my wallet and gave it to him. Then I remembered my feeling of guilt once before when I gave too little. I pulled out another two dollars. That was all I had except for a $10.00 bill. The man counted the money with torn, fingerless gloves and said softly, “Thank you. Thank you very much.”

“No matter," I told him. "I would have given it to church anyway. Looks to me like you could use it more.”

As I pulled away, Jesus said to me. “You will get it back.”

I did get it back within days, times three. I think, along with going to church, this was a good start for the new year.

1/2/07

Life is ever a learning process. I let my mind wonder during prayer and depend on the angels to lead me to people who need prayer the most. Lately, mindful that we in the west need greater spirituality, I have been going to many people in America, some very wealthy to fill the room with God’s light and then I hug the person or people inside.

I have neglected to make entries in my Financial Page that Angels Read in a while. I had a few names collected, but misplaced the newspaper articles. I am sure there are many people who deserve to be on the page. I apologize.

1/5/07

I have learned that if I say a Hail Mary while hugging a person during meditation, it is easy to hold my focus for that length of time. This had the added advantage of sharing Mary’s blessings along with the spiritual light. I can almost feel it working as I hold the person. Just this morning, a grown man, here, somewhere in the wealthy conclave of America, began to cry as I held him. This made me double my effort when I went to other people. There is nothing so good in this world as the feeling of doing something worthwhile.

After I went around the world sending out the light and hugging a few people, I took a few people, (carried their souls?), up to the Cathedral of Light and showed them around. I showed them the green grass with trails through brush and flowers of golden flag stones, the wall with the living words of the Koran as it scrolling across, a giant statue of the smiling Buddha with vines growing upon it, the life like statue of Jesus holding his arms out to us, and then to the statue of Mary that stands amid rose blooms of every color and perfume.

We sat on the bench to the side of Mary's statue as I explained that she will give a healing touch to any soul who comes here to visit. Any visitor who feels better can pick a rose to hold in their heart. I know this is a romantic notion, but it worked for me, many times when Mary, herself, handed me a single, fragrant rose.

It is funny, but I keep telling myself that I need to stop writing so much. Yet, the more I write, the more I want to write about what Jesus says to me. Just the other day Jesus told me that I could go anyplace in the world and exist for a while if I wanted to do so. This is a hard notion to grasp fully, and I haven’t tried this idea out except for a moment here or there. But imagine being able to go to the ocean and stand in the waves as if I am really there and feel the heat of the sun beating down on my skin. I am sure I could, so why haven’t I tried going yet? Not sure, perhaps I am still trying to figure out the rational behind such an idea. I mean, how can such a thing be?

Here is what I think: I think that the more spiritually mature we become, the more we grow towards God, the more our mind stretches out to embrace the places and people God holds, the more we share in the oneness of God’s creation, the more we become the mind and emotions of that creation, and finally, we share in the goodness of the universe.

A full sentence to swallow, but I think it is one of those lessons from Jesus in which I was meant to discover the meaning. He has told me that I will never run out of subject matter to write about. Guess I won’t, every concept imaginable sits ripe for my discovery and exploration.

So a very mature mind will join with God in his full creation. All the goodness of the universe will be there for sharing. This idea could suppose a dual universe, but I don’t think so. Jesus has taken me to worlds where there is not a drop of evil. Rather, it would be better to say that some places in the universe lack maturity while others have grown to a Godlike maturity. This qualification applies to individual growth too, but in the final analysis, there is no individual, only God. I think I just re-visited Teilhard de Chardin's idea in his book, The Phenomenon of Man. This philosophy is of high order and too much even for me to grapple with at the moment. Time to come back down to earth.

1/6/07

As we met on the mountain this morning I saw the group in two ways, one view held hundreds of people gathered on the mountain side, the other view was of a small group of people who sat near Jesus. I am sure that both views were correct at the same time. Each of us has the feeling of intimacy at these gatherings, or not. it is our choice. Something like choosing to see an empty cube inside or outside.

Each of us who meet on the mountain to meet with Jesus, or by what ever name we chose to call him, has an individual role to play in the coming years. Jesus told us we have the right quality to renew the earth. What are the qualities he meant?

I need to think further about this in order to answer, but I believe the greatest quality we all share is the ability to empathize with life. We wish to build up good feeling in all parts of the earth, its fauna, animals, and all thinking beings. We are beginning to think of ourselves as earthlings. This attitude will help carry earth into the new age to join in the community of the universe.

That is a lot to say, and I haven’t started to write about our walk about the world this morning. I started this year with promising myself I would write less, but with more meaning, yet I catch myself rambling on.

This morning, after we gathered on the mountain, we joined in a circle on the Atlantic Ocean. We sent our inner light into the center and felt the energy of God build up into vast proportion upon us. The wave of light flowing out and beyond us seemed thicker this morning, as if energy thickened the wave. As the wave rolled over the earth to cover it, we formed a line from pole to pole and began to walk. The light seemed to flow around us like syrup coating everyone in our path.

We use the built up energy to go to specific people. Often, if one of us finds a person in the great distress, the line gathers around that person while we all try to help. For my own part, I hugged a young African American women who seemed tormented with indecision, a young child sitting on the edge of a bed, a wealthy white male about to make a serious decision, a women and her children huddled beneath a blanket. In china, I embraced a truly skinny man who seemed in such horrible distress that others in line joined in sharing the light. I tried to hold each person in my embrace until I'd said a Hail Mary and this truly helps me concentrate.

We continued this way around the world. The whales had joined us at the start to float above us and join their own spiritual energy to our own, as if the whole world were the ocean, which it was. Many dolphins certainly joined, and perhaps a few other animals for a short moment. What can they understand of this? I doubt we will ever know, but maybe they feel something as we cross their path. Or perhaps, the animals too are feeling desperate enough at the state of the earth to rise up.

Remarkably, this walk took less than a half hour. This God energy seems like real light in its speed, so much so, that I find that I need to slow it down to feel the full sense of it's power. We could probably cover the earth many times if our minds could grasp the full reality of this energy that flows out of us from God. At one point, in the bible, Jesus calls it “Living waters.” I guess the best way to picture it is to imagine light as aliveness, light able to empathize and give love. Not sure I am saying this well.

I have been watching star wars and I see evidence that the angels were influencing our entertainment even then. They probably nudged George Lucas with a few ideas as he wrote the movie. It is a mythic story which can play on our collective memories of long ago, (if there is such a thing). No wonder we loved it. We had to because it aroused a truth in us we had long ago forgotten. Revelation mentions a battle in space of long ago between the angels, the battle that caused the devil to fall to earth. The battle is still going on.

1/7/07

When I arrived at church this morning I didn’t expect the parking lot to be full at 9:15 am. I asked the parking attendant and was told that both the choir and orchestra were here for the 9:30 mass. I was so delighted at this news that sat as close to the Assumption Grotto Choir and Orchestra as I could get and felt the music vibrate in my soul all through the mass. The singer always pleases me, but the classical music and opera singers this day added a exceptional touch of grandness to the service.

The music from Tchaikovsky and other composers was so majestic that it lifted my spirit out beyond the church into the neighborhood. As I roamed there, I sent out the light in waves with the angels help. My friend Y came to help and others also along with the angels.

I went to a number of people who I thought needed a swift hug. One women I went to was standing on the curb waiting for a bus with her children. As I hugged the little girl, she noticed me. I put my finger to my mouth so she wouldn’t speak until after I went over to share light with her mother. I said a Hail Mary as I hugger her mother.

Then, as I was about to leave, the little girl smiled at me then turned to her mother and said, “Do you feel better now?”

Her looked down at her and said, “Yeah, honey, I think I do.”

I find it interesting, but not strange, that the little girl could see me and not her mother or brother. Few adults and few children can see me as I hug them, and certainly that is best. It would inhibit me to think that I was seen all the time, although, I hope that most adults can sense my presence. It wouldn't bother me if all the children could see me. I think it would be a good thing and would teach them about how strange and exciting the reality of our world can be. But even at a young age, many children don't notice me; though, I think most children can feel my presence if I aim my thoughts at them. I don’t know what they think of me, perhaps to them, I am an angel. Certainly, I wouldn't mind being their angel.

This morning, I home I was an angel to many people as I soared out and away every time the orchestra played a new music or the singers lifted my spirit up and away. I sent wave after wave of God's light into the people’s homes who live nearby. One very elderly lady noticed my presence, and put her hand to her heart. I believe she thought she was close to death to feel such spirit. I hope I assured her otherwise. In all, it was a really nice time for me, and I also had time to participate in the mass.

1/9/07

Last night Mary told me that prayers are greatly needed right now. I assume that this means that the evil one and its members (The Assembly of Satan, as Jesus referred to them) have a few tricks up their sleeve that they intend to pull off. Perhaps our intense prayers will hinder their actions.

I asked Jesus about what we saw at the well. I remembered Mary, as a being of bright light, standing atop the dark well as if to seal it closed, how could I ever forget such a beautiful image. This morning I asked Jesus what it meant.

He said, “Souls bent on evil can no longer climb up into the world.”

He didn't mention the evil souls who have already climbed up. I supposed that those truly evil souls who hate remain our duty. It is up to us to take care of them.

Jesus nodded his agreement to this truth.

So it is up to us to catch them and put them in jail, or whatever. They are evil souls who can go into people to influence their actions. I have seen it happen and it wasn't just a mood change I saw; although, that is what most people would think. Truly, I believe these evil ones can nudge our mind, not always with words, but with feelings too. This being true, who knows what they are capable of? We must try to stay alert and keep praying.

I spoke with my wise friend Y about Mary. We both saw her standing on the dark well, a bright being of light who closed off the dark tendrils of darkness. He told me that other religions have a women with a snake as a motif too. So it isn’t just Catholic’s who understand that Mary will crush the serpent. Certainly, she must also be a symbol of motherhood and love in many other religions as well.

1/9/07

I think I should explain what is meant by an animal visiting the Cathedral of Light. They don’t walk through it like I mistakenly wrote. I think they can enter for just a moment, and even then, they are still in their own environment, though, heightened to a more spiritual plane then usual. This is not much to grow on and we humans should count ourselves blessed that we have the potential for truly exponential growth towards God and his heaven.

1/12/07

My job for heaven is to write about my talks with Jesus, I throw in my thoughts about the world. This job fits me to a tea, yet Jesus tells me my writing is my prayer. Strange prayer, when I love something so well. There is one concern about my writing that I need to point out every once in a while. The events I write about can make me look better than I am. When I write about children and my reaching out to hug them in spirit, it tends to make me look good, but this isn’t its purpose. The purpose is to demonstrate what we can do with the mind until all of us use our minds this way. We are all on a learning curve.

For example, for two years, or more, I have been sending out God's light around the world; yet, I didn't think to pray while doing so. I was shown how to gather in this light by Jesus. Also, a few years ago, both Jesus and Mary took me on a trip into the universe to view the Source. I understood that all humans have this same light within us. I learned how to send out the light, but didn’t imagine I could pray at the same time. How could I be so dumb? So I want to assure anyone who reads these writings that my ability to speak with heaven doesn't automatically put me on a higher rung of the ladder, although I do struggle to keep the climb upward.

I wish now I had made a separate writing of my visit to the Source. It was truly a memorable and amazing visit, but writing about it now may not give the scene the proper amazement or oomph.. What I saw was contrary to every science, unless it was the Big Bang itself. It certainly went far beyond mere scientific understanding because all of creation was pouring out of a large, central blazing node in outer space. The Source flows out into the universe in a continuous stream, never stopping, never easing up, never closing its portal. I now believe that I was watching the thoughts of God stream into the universe.

When I write of God’s light, this Source is what I mean. I watched the foundation of everything poor out of that light, all thought, all trees, all animals, all humans, all rocks, all worlds, all things. The Source is the originator and keeper of the whole shebang.

This is why and how our God can be a personal God as well as a universal God. It is its own creation and every being within this universe it has created. Ok, let the experts grapple with the theology or science of it. I can say this, science is one of my interests so I have read extensively into it; still, I haven't found anything that hinders my faith or understanding of God.

Recently, I have been listening to cd’s my son bought me for my birthday from The Teaching Company, “The Philosophy of Religion,” by James Hall. What I noticed most during the lecture series is that we humans tend to ask the wrong questions. No wonder we can't find answers. But if we broaden our questions to include the universe, with its multiple of diverse worlds, our questions might have ultimate answers.

One example of a wrong question was, Is it possible for God to make perfectly good beings? Wouldn’t they need to know sin in order to choose the good? Well the answer is obvious if you have traveled around the universe like I have with Jesus. He took me to worlds so perfect that not a drop of sin existed on them. The people I saw, although living with a childlike innocence, I now realize had the ability to mentally touch any other life in the universe. (We all might eventually, but it would take an evolution of ideas and effort). These people, sinless themselves, and living in paradise, broadcast their spiritual thoughts out on to other worlds to help other beings.

The more I see, the more I understand that the closer life grows to God, the more life works towards God’s purpose of calling back or returning all life to God. As if raw ignorant material were sent out to prosper and grow intelligent until, finally complete, the material returns to expand the being of God himself. More than this I can’t say or imagine.

1/13/07

This Saturday morning we gathered on the mountain, perhaps one of the Himalayan mountains, and joined in a circle to increase our energy and power from God then went about the world. We agreed that each of us would go to specific trouble spots, places like N. Korea, Africa, and the Middle East.

I went to a number of places to intensify the light and then to Iraq because America is involved so deeply there. A new friend, I'll call U, joined me in Iraq to spread the light before he went to Africa to spread the light there. While in Iraq I hugged a few of our soldiers. I said a Hail Mary to each and tried to let them know our concern for their well-being. One soldier made the sign of the cross as I held him which made me feel good too. I also went about sending light and hugging a number of Iraqis. I hope I did someone some good.

Next I came back to America and prayed for many wealthy people as I singled out a few to hold and love. I have learned to say a prayer as I spread the light into an area. I did this in the middle of America where icy weather was reported on the news.

Like most of us, I hate this war, but see the necessity for it. I was astounded to read that we are spending $160 billion dollars on this trouble spot. Then I suddenly realized that this could be good news. Imagine it! If we have $160 billion dollars to spend on the war, then when it is over, we will have $160 billion to spend on building, teaching, or creating humanitarian activities around the world. How many jobs would $160 billion create? How many water wells would it dig? How many electric cars? How many …?

1/14/07

Freezing rain was predicted this Sunday morning but the temp stayed 33 degrees which stopped the roads from icing so I was able to drive to church. I am thankful I could because the chants lifted my spirits up to fly over the city. Mostly during the Eucharistic prayers, I found time to send God’s light out into the neighborhood.

One older man I saw was huddled beneath an overhang to try and stay away from the ice cold rain. I hugged him while I prayed Mary’s prayer. I think he felt comforted. I found another man huddled too, a younger man this time who seemed deeply depressed. I knew he wasn’t a drinker, his problem was lack of work. I prayed with this man for a number of prayers because I could feel his upset.

Usually, I don’t say anything more to people I encounter in the spirit than “Live the light” or in the case of a street child, “I love you.” But this day, I felt so sorry for the men I found who were cold, I tried to give them an image of a warm church like I was sitting in right then. Surly they would be welcomed.

Any church, Protestant, Lutheran, Catholic, or Non-denominational would welcome a homeless men in to share the warmth, at least during the service. I haven’t noticed any homeless people enter a church voluntarily yet, but I may have missed it. At Sacred Heart, most of the homeless came from St. Vincent de Paul Society, and were bussed to church, but a few stragglers would show up once in a while because they’d heard about the free breakfast. Truly, if you are homeless, warm food is a blessing.

Well, after I held this young man, I hoped that he would dare enter a warm church, but as put myself in his shoes for a moment, I realized he would shy away from the church. Guilt and shame might stop him from entering. I think the only thing that might pull such a person into a church on their own would be a childhood memory of being forced to go to church by a parent. I just pray that the young man I saw huddled in the rain does find a church, and a job too.

1/15/07

Watched a movie about Mary’s appearance in Fatima yesterday. I believe that when Mary showed the children hell, it was like her other dire warnings, but this warning of war led to a nuclear conflagration on earth. It has been predicted to occur and will, unless we prevent it. So far, our diligent, cautious leaders have insured that it must not happen.

A book I just read, The Road, by Cormac McCarthy, is about the aftermath of such a disaster. Throughout the excellent but simple book, a father tries to keep his young son alive. On every page I read, I thanked God that it has not happened, and may never happen.

Yet, I wonder if to some hungry babies and small children, it might as well have. They have nothing, just as the people in the book had nothing. Also, I remember something else from the movie of Fatima. When asked what is mankind's greatest sin, Mary's answer was, "The sins of the flesh." Those children lived in a different paradigm a hundred years ago then we do today. If we were to ask Mary today, I know what her answer would be, "The sins of neglect."

1/15/07

Before I began to pray this morning, Jesus told me I would have a lot to write. He certainly got that right. I had asked him about purgatory. He told me I already had the answer. To find it again, I needed to remember back to the first time I met God. It was in the late 80’s, when my youngest son was still in collage. I wrote about this awesome event better when the memory was fresh, but who could ever forget? It is in the first chapter of my book, Traveling in Time and Space.

In essence what happened was this: I was sitting cross-legged on my bed meditating when suddenly two angels grabbed me by each shoulder and suddenly lifted me up to stand before a great, golden light. There I stood before the living presence of the God, the old testament God, mighty and overpowering. I felt like a tiny, shivering mouse standing below a tumbling avalanche. The wonder and awe I felt is indescribable. God spoke only one sentence to me before I was dropped back onto my bed.

God said, “Heaven isn’t what you think.”

I have played back those words from God many a time before I realized its meaning. God had answered my wish to end this madness, to end the hungry children’s cries. The empathy I felt for the children reached a point where I thought it would be better for the world to end. God thinks otherwise.

God’s words must have meant that the children’s suffering would not end if the world did. All those little souls wouldn’t automatically lift up to heaven. Why not? Why not heaven for those little innocents, and fro ourselves as well?

I have since learned that heaven is also the universe, at least, in one level of it. I have been to paradise worlds where evil doesn’t exist and also to worlds like earth with evil and a strong need for worship, and worlds in between. The universe is so vast and varied, the only way to understand it’s truth is to realize that all things are possible in God’s universe. I think that once a soul exists, it always exists, at least until this universe is complete, and souls will live as someone, somewhere. God made enough pastures so souls have many billions of worlds in which to exist. But I am off the subject. Earth could become a paradise world if we cared enough.

1/16/07

Now I can watch the discover, history, and catholic channel on television because I finally ordered Dish Network. They were running a really good sale. So far I’ve seen a few excellent programs, but need to check better. I caught only the last half of the talk with a father G. (forgot his name) about a book he wrote A Virtue Driven Life. It sounded interesting, so maybe I'll buy the book next payday.

I also watched an archeological program Wednesday night where Buddhist chants sounded in the background. The sound of this chanting was so wonderful, it seemed to vibrate my whole body and soul, as perhaps it is meant to do. On the same program, men began chanting Sufi prayers. I had never heard Sufi prayers before, but had read much about the religion. Sufism is the mystical branch of Islam but is very broadminded, and its down to earth wisdom is world famous. It is a religion of love.

The sounds of these different prayers got me to thinking how I would love to have a cd with the sounds of prayers from around the world, a cd that included American Indian chants, Buddhist Chants, Georgian Chants, the Rosary, Spirituals, Gospel, Krishna prayers, etc. What an experience that would be. I’ll check the web, but I doubt such a cd exists. One day a selection of various prayers from different religions will be common; this is the wave of the future. When we finally realize that we all worship the same God in the same heaven.

1/17/07

On a whim, I looked up the meaning of the name Mary. I was surprised at the reinforcement of our (my) belief that she is the Queen of Heaven and Earth. Mary can mean star or mistress of the sea (mistress can mean a women with ultimate control), (Hebrew) or Beloved (Egyptian) So I accept another definition for Mary's name that flows back into a long ago pre-history. Mary can mean “Beloved Mistress of the Water Planet Earth.” This also fits Chapter 12 in Revelation where Mary is encircled by twelve stars and described as the lady clothed in the sun.

1/20/07

Jesus seems to be calling specific people to join the gathering on the mountain.

A number of weeks ago, as we sat gathered on the mountain, Jesus said “Not everyone is here yet.”

He meant that some people he called haven't answered yet. It is my own guess that he is calling spiritual leaders and teachers who have special qualities that the world needs right now. Certainly, he calls out to everyone, but some spiritual people are meant to do particular work for heaven.

Two new people joined the group on the mountain this morning. A women who I will refer to as T and a man I refer to as S. Many of these people meet together on the mountain at Jesus request every Saturday. I don't think my writing has much to do with it. I have noticed that a few world leaders tried out our Saturday group, but didn't come back. I am not sure why not. Maybe our mystical group conflicts with the nature of leadership, or perhaps Jesus didn't choose to call political leaders. I believe only spiritual people of a certain nature keep coming back, perhaps those of us who have developed great empathy and love in our souls. We are meant to spread the light around the globe.

This morning after meeting with Jesus, I first went to Mars because it has special meaning for me, then I joined the others in a circle in the middle of the Pacific Ocean to build up power from God. Then we stood, giants on the earth, in a line from pole to pole and began to walk around the globe. A few whales and dolphins came with us, their minds swimming above us as if the sky was an ocean.

I prayed as I walked, I hugged a very old lady in China, and stood in the center of a village in Cambodia to send out waves of light. I continued this way in the countries in my path sending out light, gathering with others if needed to surround someone who's soul needed a boost. I hugged a man in Germany, a group of children in Romania, and sent the light over all of England, crossed the Atlantic and sent the light into a few high-rise mansions in New York, then stood in Washington DC to send out enough light to cover the government centers, and then continued across America to hug people. I met back with the group at the Pacific Ocean.

There we rejoined in a circle and decided to go back to certain special spots for another moment, but not necessarily the hot spots on the globe. One of the places I went to was Washington DC because so many decisions are decided that effect the world there. Then I broke off so I could write this down before I forgot it. But I must remember to go back to Washington and a few other places during the week to send out the light. Truly, it is needed as people we have elected make decisions for us. As long as they live the light, they will follow the best principals of democracy.

1/21/07

I happened to stop in Trombly Market on the 94 service drive on my way home the other night. As I stood paying for my potato chips, in walked a crew of about ten paint spattered and boisterous men. They laughed as they bought pizza and put a few dollars down on the lotto. I was happen to see that these Detroit men had work. So many don’t. I said as much to the men as they gathered around and got in line.

“I am glad to see you have jobs,” I said.

One man smiled at me, “Thanks lady. We’re glad to have them.”

I left the store with a warm feeling. Prosperity must feel good to those men, and I am sure it felt good to their families too.

1/22/07

Jesus answered my question this morning about children and heaven. Wearing all white, Jesus reached down to where I sat and hugged me. I needed it. Yesterday, I had fumbled through the complete day. It began with dropping my keys beside my car as I hurried into church. Luckily, I noticed they were gone and went back out and found them. The angels tell me that they knew it happened and intended to protect them for me.

Jesus wanted me to travel with him this morning. He explained that we were to visit a world I had never been to before. I felt hesitant at first because it is hard to see accurately when first arriving on a new world, but, at the same time, I looked forward to the adventure.

We walked down the sky-tunnel. As usual I felt the polished sides of the tunnel. I love the feel and shape of trees and try to reflect this love when I rub my hand on the tunnel’s inner surface. Lately, I have been taking photos of bare trees because I noticed their shapes were all different. When we got to the end of the tunnel and my memories of other places we had traveled to began rolling like a film strip across my mind.

I asked, “We aren’t going to one of the disaster worlds, are we?”

Jesus said, “No, Close your eyes and then open them gradually.”

I kept my eyes closed as we stepped off the edge of the tunnel until I suddenly felt myself on firm ground, but waited a few minutes before I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was green grass and then I looked up further saw a sparse stand of trees in the distance. When I turned to look for Jesus, there he was surrounded by so many small children, I couldn’t count them all. They were climbing up and over on him and jumping off, laughing, and running in merriment. Then, giggling and laughing the whole time, they followed as I caught up to Jesus and we walked down the path that ran between spring flowers. The children grabbed at my hand and I laughed with them as they climbed on me too and then down again. I should say that the children were insubstantial like an angel spirits with beauty and happiness flowing all around them.

Most of the children were human, but not all. I noticed a few from Silver World and other places. Yet, all the children had a human shape. I think this shape of body with two arms and legs is universal for most intelligent life. (the whales decided to take a different route)

“I can’t write of this,” I told Jesus, laughing. “Who would believe me?”

He smiled.

“Where or what is this place?”

“Some might try to call it limbo or purgatory."

He smiled more with his words. Of course he was being ironic. This was like no purgatory or limbo I ever heard of.

These children seemed continually happy. I understood that they never want for anything. They are as close to God as any beings can ever get and still be separate. This place was a true heaven. These children know nothing of time, nor are they are slated to grow up, each is a tiny Peter Pan.

The children had stopped climbing up and down on us and were running around in circles. I watched as a few children ran into a lake and began splashing. Everywhere I looked I saw children running, skipping, jumping, and playing at various games. Like childhood everywhere, these children paid no attention to time. Many children circled around us as we walked and Jesus pointed out different trees and flowers. I saw tall angels scattered about playing with the children. Butterflies flittered around all of us. Even the path seemed happy as it curved though the grass and trees.

I knew without Jesus speaking that these were children who had died young, but I still felt a question. I knew that many people’s souls needed to keep growing after death. Why not these children? Who were they? Had any of these children starved on earth?

Jesus answered. “Babies and very young children are truly innocent. Each life begins anew once the choice is made for the soul. No baby or young mind is ever punished by heaven. All is growth in the universe, but not for these children. They are already perfect.

Then I had another worry. We hold on to the idea that families rejoin after death. That a mother would reunite with their dead child or someone dear to them. I guess that can’t be true if this world consists of mostly children and no parents.

"Parents aren't needed here or caregivers."

"But didn’t I see angels."

"They come to play with the children."

"How wonderful."

Jesus explained that the parents would reunite if they choose, but only after they themselves lived on a paradise world.

I suddenly thought of how much time that might take.

"Time doesn’t move like you think it does." Jesus said.

Yes, I have read that the flow of time is an illusion, that our best scientists say so. Jesus added, "All is beginning and ending at the same time. All accomplished already in God."

A paradise world can have a population that is still evolving. Even pain is possible on a paradise world because people can still have accidents. Also an evil force is attempting to sneak in and disrupt the paradise of Shamballa, but the world that these children existed on seemed a true heaven, perfect and timeless

Jesus said, “Evil can never enter here.” He smiled down at a little girl and picked her up in his arms. She gave him a huge hug then jumped down and ran off. I was smiling the whole time with happiness myself. No heavy hearts allowed here.

1/24/07

Mary repeated her request to me the other night. While I prayed the rosary and focused my mind on a tiny infant in an incubator, Mary spoke to me.

She repeated her earlier words to me by saying, "This is what I want."

Mary meant that during prayer we should send our minds out to other people in need of her heavenly love. It makes sense to focus our prayers on people in need. Why send prayer to heaven? No one there needs it. Certainly we like to praise Mary and Jesus with glowing words, but they know our hearts. Words of praise are not necessary to them, only to us.

I believe we are becoming more sophisticated today which helps us realize we can do multiple tasks even during prayer. Why not send out our minds to help other people? When we want to communicate with Jesus or Mary we need only open up our hearts. I do try to say the prayers of the rosary throughout the day now where I didn’t before, but I believe that except for the times when we are in group prayer or religious services, we may not be as enlightening to read written prayers that someone else has poured out from their heart. Instead, we should pour out thoughts from our own hearts. I think speaking to heaven is the best form of prayer because for many years I didn't know how to pray and I kept asking Jesus, "How should I pray?" He always answered that I was already praying just by talking to him. Many good religious people would agree with this statement.

1/24/07

A statement by Jesus has been bothering me for a week. I watched a movie about children in France during the war. A priest in the movie endangered his own life to protect Jewish children until the end when he was taken to a Nazi death camp.

I felt very emotional about what happened at the end of the movie.

Jesus suddenly said to me, "Not many religious people would do the same today."

His statement has been bothering me ever since. He wasn't only referring to Catholic priests, I am sure. He meant many people who lead flocks, people who we look up to, people who even label themselves as godly. Why wouldn't they do the same today? What is different today that wasn't yesterday? I can't believe it is a lack of faith, maybe a lack of fervor or substance? Or could the real reason be the riches we live with and seem to covet?

Jesus did seem to nod when I wrote about riches, but he didn't give me an actual statement as to why, so I am left to speculate. Remember that he knows our hearts, perhaps better than we know ourselves.

1/24/07

I just watched the movie, "Tibet, Cry of the Snow Lion." I was deeply moved by the Tibetan people but shocked at the torture so many monks have endured. Shame rose up in me as well, shame that I had written that I understand the need for war, shame in my own country that we turned our backs on Tibetan genocide. We would take quick notice if Tibet if it had oil wells. Tibet doesn’t have oil wells, what it did have was the most spiritual country on earth. Now it may be gone.

When I watched the Dali Lama speak of peace even after the atrocities that have been put on his people, I felt deep shame that I am not as wise nor as understanding. I still have very far to grow. But I felt fear also. Fear because I saw that we too could become like China. I see that we could easily trade in our principals and ethics for profit. Maybe we too could stomp out certain groups of people, like people who speak with spirit. It could happen in the future that all people who learn to touch each other’s minds become pariahs. The government might ask, "What are they hiding? Look how they plan against us. How dare they cry about morals when the economy is at stake?"

I can almost hear the screams! But such a bad government vision fades with the very possible and different future Jesus showed me. A beautiful future is possible for earth. My fears are groundless, the movement towards a better tomorrow has already begun. Our civilization is steadily turning away from the future of horrors the angels said happened to them. We are moving towards a spiritual time where all people will try to understand one another. Where we will mingle as one people because we are of one earth. Jesus seems to be preparing us for this eventuality. I see great hope for the world.

1/28/07

Just before we walked around the earth this morning to spread light and the spirit of God, I realized something important. I thought about what Mary has said before WWII at Fatima about converting Russia to Jesus’ Sacred Heart. I suddenly realized that she meant we should convert people, not necessarily into Catholics, but to compassion in the name of Jesus. If Russia and Germany had moved towards compassion in the early years of the century, WWII might never have happened.

A nation without religion or compassion is a hot spot for the most serious evils of the world. We can look around the world and see this for ourselves. What gives this an added element of worry is that many of the normally religious states in Europe are abandoning religion.

Why? The phrase, The devil is always busy, is true. The dark evil one hates religion and would erase or undermine it where it can. Tibet is a good example of a very spiritual and compassionate country that has almost been destroyed. If you saw the movie, “Seven Years in Tibet” you will have noticed that Buddhist monks were so compassionate that they wouldn't cut a worm in half. All life is precious to those with compassion. If you have compassion in your heart, you have everything.

Jesus and Mary know this and keep appearing on earth to show us the compassion of heaven. Statues bleed, religious icons cry, visions of the mother and child stand atop churches, miracles heal people at Lourdes. Compassion equals Jesus’ Sacred Heart.

1/28/07

Jesus reinforced the idea with me this morning that he is drawing all people together of every religion and walk of life. I believe that people who choose hate and destruction are excluded, not from the call, but from an inability to answer. Jesus insists that now is the right time to begin this change. That we live on a round ball in space, a earth that may be one of billions, is very recent knowledge. Knowledge that was absent in western religions, while Eastern religions have always taken the cosmos into consideration.

Did Jesus intuit or know of earth's place in the universe, but dare not speak in detail of knowledge about a future so far away? Maybe. He predicted many tragic wars and upheavals that we would need to live through, such as the present “Birth pangs.”

What is to be born is something unique to our world, a togetherness of mind and an ability to communicate with God on an individual bases. This potential may take a hundred years to bare fruit, but I believe that is our purpose.

Rumors say, I forget by who, that there will be only be one more pope after Pope Benedict. I have always thought the reason for the end of the line of Popes would be through violence, an overthrow in Rome or nuclear war. That idea may be very wrong. The last Pope might step down out of Peters Chair voluntarily because God will be so much with us on earth he has taken the Pope’s place. A beautiful future that I hope will come true. I think the choice will be up to us.

Jesus entered my thoughts to agree. “Yes, the choice will be yours.”

1/29/07

Often I have noticed that some priests or monks seem holy and pious. This makes me pause and wonder about myself. I am not as holy or pious as others, yet I write for Jesus. One recent night while driving home, I asked him why.

“Why did you choose me to write?”

He answered, “You are exactly the right person to do so.”

As is his style, he didn’t elaborate; he left it up to me to figure out why. Why did he pick unholy me? I finally realized that one of the reasons, besides a possible genetic disposition, might be because I did not grow up devotedly Catholic. Not that there is anything wrong with being Catholic or religious, but a person sunk deeply into their own religion has a hard time understanding another religion. Every religion (or group) has its own language and if we swirl around within only one religious language, we may not learn to respect the other. Other religions are chock full of unusual ways of looking at God, the world, and universe.

Even a language that we know well, if looked at in a new light, can open up wonders for us. I will never forget how the bible opened up for me after Jesus said to me, “Read it as if it were written for your modern world.” As soon as I did, I began to see a layer of messages within the verses that I’d never seen before. I think it might have been hard for a devote Catholic or Christian to see the bible in a new way.

Revelation is the best example I can think of right now. It used to seem a quagmire of odd symbols to me. So much so, that I refused to read it for many years. It wasn’t until after 9/11, with Jesus hint about how to read and apply it to today’s world, that I took another look at Revelation.

Another biblical example is when Jesus tells us to turn the other cheek to our enemies. I have seen evil as an infection that seeps into people and that moves them almost against their will. What Jesus is saying to our modern world is that it isn’t the person who is doing the act, but something that has come inside that person like an invasion.

Not only in our modern world, but in his too. Why else would people turn against such a healer as Jesus. This why he called out, “They know not what they do.” Not only can this evil take people over, it can infect certain places more than others. I have often wondered if this is why he sent his apostles out to survey the different areas of the country. He told them to wipe off the dust off their feet if people didn’t admit them. In those days, hospitality and kindness to visitors was an established custom, if people in a certain area had lost that kindness, it meant they had lost compassion and were infected with evil.

My guess is that some form of real, dark evil can drop down onto a planet at various times, and God sends the angels to take care of it. Sodom and Gomorra may have been an extreme example, and perhaps unthinkable today, (unless we finally do it to ourselves).

Jesus says it is time, maybe in order to save ourselves, to learn compassion directly through joining in spirit with other people. The beauty of it is that no one needs to leave their own religion to meet with Jesus.. All we need to do is broaden our minds and accept new ideas and the new spiritual language will grow within us. One day we will all meet with Jesus on the mountain.

1/31/07

Last week was my week for mistakes. I misquoted Jesus. Jesus did not say, "Not many priests would do that today." He said, "Not as many priests would do that today." What a difference two little letters can make. Blame it on ineptitude, a typing error, or the quirkiness of the English language.

I made another mistake last week too. I implied that the only time to meet with Jesus on the mountain was Saturday mornings. Not true. Jesus meets with anyone at any time on that mountain along with other people and angels. We can all be there at the same time because time works differently when you join with other people mind to mind. Gradually, you come to realize that time is not as important as you once thought..

I just remembered. Didn't Jesus request that the apostles meet him on a mountain? I am not sure so need to look it up, but if it is true, it might have an interesting corollary with today, wouldn't it.