9/1/08
What a luxury to be able to sit outside in the early morning and listen to the birds and crickets. I came out here to sit and say the rosary, I need to break from routine sometimes. This is wonderful. I have done nothing in my yard this year because I have been busy in the house, so it doesn’t look great, but I hope to improve on that next year. I feel grateful to have a yard to sit in, one where I can feel peace and contentment.
I do worry about the people running from the hurricane. How horrible to need to leave your home and worry about looters and high water. I had a small flood of 3 inches in my basement and it was nasty. I can hardly imagine a flood of seven feet in any home. The disaster would be tremendous. Also, the people who need to leave home loose the money they might make from work. I pray that most people can recover their homes.
The weather will prevent me from coming out here in the morning soon. So I need to come out as often as I can in the next weeks. It is so pleasant. I don’t know why I haven’t did this more often. I loved saying the rosary outside amid the bird song. It seems proper, somehow. Closer to the sound of heaven?
But now I am looking around and seeing all that I haven’t done this year, all that should get put away, all that needs to be cut or fixed and maybe it is time to go in the house. Need to bake a cake anyway.
9/2/08
What a wonderful morning as I sit out in the back yard, surrounded by trees and glittering morning sun. The birds seem distant this morning. I hope they found the round bowl of water I set out for them yesterday. It hasn’t rained much in this area and I suspect they need the water to drink.
I said the
rosary out here again this morning. I spread the light around myself first
before I sent it forward. I need to renew up myself before I begin renewing
anyone else. I need to feel God close by and touchable before I can walk
downtown in a spirit body to spread God’s loving energy around. So I spend one
whole decade of the rosary doing just that, surrounding myself with God. Then I
walked with Jesus to meet with a few others who will help us spread God's light
around
Towards the end of the rosary I stepped up into the Cathedral of Light. There, I walked to the set of alters and down a winding path until I came to where Mary's statue, or presence sits amid hundreds of rose blooms. I once said it must be a hologram of Mary but Jesus frowned at my description. I didn’t understand at that time that Mary could truly be there in person all the time, that she has the same quality of Jesus who can be in many places at once.
Regardless, I just know I love to visit amid all her roses as her smile heals anyone who comes near. I brought a few people to Mary who I believe need extra special help for their souls. None of them were sick, but in need of spiritual aid. Mary handed each person I brought to her a rose. The person's soul stood in front of Mary; their physical body went about its business as though nothing unusual was happening. This day, for some reason, each person was given a white rose. The person's soul took hold of it and placed it in their heart. Then it disappeared. I brought a number of people to visit Mary, many of them not religious at all.
Mary told me once that she can heal the body but she prefers to heal the soul, there are many sick souls around who need her help. She is powerful. Much more powerful than my own feeble efforts to heal souls, even with God's energy. Mary’s rose and smile is enough to open up any heart. Her power sings of heaven in pure tones, while our own is tempered with so much that is earthly. Even during my best of times, when I am able to hold my focus steady and really pour out a lot of God’s energy, I am still weak and pale.
From now
on, I intend to bring more people up to the Cathedral of Light (the Cathedral
exists half in the angel realm and half in our own). It is my hope one day that
we will see it as a rainbow centered over
Jesus isn’t represented in a specific place in the cathedral because it is in the shape of his cross which places him every everywhere within its boundary. Jesus has walked in the Cathedral with me at times. But this day I was on my own. Jesus said to me this morning when I asked him to come with me.
He said, “You are doing well enough on your own.”
I felt pleased by his words and tried to live up to them. I asked the angels to lead me to people who's souls were in need of God, so I did go to a few people in the city who needed a touch of kindness and love from God.
9/5/08
The last two
evenings, I went to mass and stayed to listen to lectures about
I knew that
Paul reported he had been lifted up to the third heaven, but I didn’t know he
was so familiar with the angels. I must read what he says about them, perhaps
before I continue my translation of Revelation. The angels have a lot to do
with revelation. I was going to go to the bookstore to buy something to read;
instead, I think I will begin reading
During the second lecture, I was surprised to learn one thing that I have always wondered about us Catholics. Why did women need to wear headscarves? As a child, I may have known the answer, but, if so, I have forgotten.
Most of this is speculation on my part, but well-informed speculation. The angels have been talking to me for about ten years. Just recently, they had asked me not to paint over any painting that has them in it. Not a problem. As to getting rid of them any other way, I don’t sell my paintings anyway. I don’t even put then up for sale. I have always said that if someone wants one of my paintings, they will need to come to the house and pick it out. Well, I won’t hold my breath waiting for the crowd. Actually, I believe I am painting and writing for the future. This pleases me and keeps me doing the work even though I receive no monetary benefit. Comments by Jesus and angels are reward enough to keep me busy.
9/6/08
The gospel in church was about Jesus telling us we can’t pour old wine into new wine skins. I suddenly realized what he meant by that. He meant that any new teaching would need to be incorporated into the old. People aren’t apt to accept a truth they didn’t grow to understand. I believe Jesus knew our future even while he was here on earth; yet, he dared not speak of modern society. It was too far from the old wine skins. Our great saints knew this also and worked within the church. Many saints just walked over the faults of the church as they lived it. St. Francis comes readily to mind. Instead of breaking away to found a new religion, he began something new within Jesus’ church.
All this may be obvious, but it suddenly occurred to me that it will work for Jesus most recent teachings too. Right now the church weights heavily on Jesus’ death, the whole mass revolves around it. In part, this is because we will never forget the great gift he gave us, and in part, because we live in a pain racked world and Jesus’ suffering is our suffering.
One day, many years from now, we will not celebrate Jesus sacrifice as much as we will celebrate his rising. Jesus will be celebrated as the Cosmic Christ. Jesus has told me this will be true one day; though, I am sure communion will still be vital. Without first dying, Jesus would have never arisen. One day, the population of earth will expand into space and we will bring this new envisioned Cosmic Christ along with us.
I must add a comment here. I have been told that we will never be allowed to land on another populated planet until we heal what ails us. The fear is that we could carry this evil sickness with us. At present, we are a contagion that can’t be allowed to spread. An evil mind could hide within our own and we’d never know it until they decided to pop out their own calamitous personality. I don’t know if they could travel within a small animal or not. It is heaven’s hope that we can get rid of this contagion soon
9/6/08
This morning’s meditation session was beautiful for me. I did well throughout. Jesus had advised me a few months ago that I would get my spiritual strength back gradually. He was right. I think the explosion traumatized my psyche. I hardly noticed any fault except that I felt spiritually weaker during meditation. I feel much better now, and am getting stronger all the time.
As I walked
and spread God’s energy throughout
I like to think we may see the Cathedral of Light as a temple built in rainbows above us in the clouds. Wouldn’t that be something? Well, that is my own wish. Heaven will determine when, if and what will occur. We could use the push. In such perilous times as these, a sign from heaven would give us great hope.
I want to mention something that happened during our meditation this morning. When we gathered into a circle to send our light into the center, we spoke telling words. We all said, “God of the universe fill us with your light.”
Suddenly, after these words I felt so full and charged up I felt like a giant walking about the earth. I was the friendly giant stepping over buildings into stand in the center of the city. I spread the energy of God outwards in every direction. Every one who had joined the circle did the same by going to places they knew best. At one point, I rose to a high vintage point and could see the imprint of God’s light rolling like waves from other people. All of us together covered the whole of the land.
During the last ten prayers of the rosary, many of us stepped down below this level of ground to shine the light on the pour souls below. Jesus went with us and I am still amazed at the people’s reaction. It isn’t like here where we can shine the light but no one sees it; down below we are each like a bright lantern shinning in the darkness. Some people fall to their knees when they see the light. I find this embarrassing, but I realize they are worshiping the light from God, not us. It is the light we bring that they love. (I don’t think that even Jesus wishes to be worshiped when he walks with us as a man of spirit).
I am sure we feed their souls, but what does this mean? I don’t know where this place is or when or what the crime is that put them there. I do sense that they are captives, held by something beyond our ken? I have speculated that they are in what we would call a future and this is what we have done to ourselves after we destroyed the earth. In other words, they are our decedents. If what I see is our future, we are headed for great trouble. We must somehow prevent or correct such a future from happening.
9/14/08
I don’t usually read what I wrote a few days before, but sitting in church this morning, the morning celebrating The Feast of the Holy Cross, I remembered that I had wrote something about it and then felt a stab of fear. Did I write something wrong? What did I say? I couldn’t remember. What I wrote:
One day, many years from now, we will not
celebrate Jesus sacrifice as much as we will celebrate his rising. Jesus will
be celebrated as the Cosmic Christ. Jesus has told me this will be true one
day; though, I am sure communion will still be vital. Without first dying,
Jesus would have never arisen. One day, the population of earth will expand
into space and we will bring this new envisioned Cosmic Christ along with us.
What is most true is that the closer we are to Jesus, the closer the evil one stands to us. I know this and also know that I should be careful and check over what I write. Sometimes I get impetuous and just roll the words forward without thinking. That day was one of those times.
Certainly it is true that one day, if we survive bad times, we will go into space and the Universal Christ will go with us. Most assuredly, this will be in the form of the holy mass. So why did I write or imply that Jesus cross will have less weight? I don’t know. I didn’t mean it the way it reads. I was trying to lead up to the belief that Jesus will be with us where ever we go, even to other planets. I was trying to build up Jesus presence in our future, not detract it. I feel a pang of guilt for not being more precise. If anyone noticed my blunder, I am truly sorry.
9/12/08
I look around at the world and I see so many people who collect things and have great abundance such as many homes and cars and other people who have a lot of friends and go to parties and others who have very little, or people who are sick or in danger. There is so much going on upon our huge earth, a complex of ingredients that weighs different for each one of us. I worry and I ask Jesus time and again “What is important? What should we care about the most?”
Time and again, he gives me the same answer—“Souls.”
Souls are all that is important. We are each one of us dragging our soul through life towards the sky or the bottomless pit. Souls will line up on one side or the other; some souls will win and some souls will loose; souls stepping up to God or down to the evil one.
And, those of us who have our souls more or less in tact and moving in the right direction, need to grab hold of those confused souls all around us who are walking in the wrong direction. But how? I am not sure how to do this. All I know to do is send God's light out to them, but is it only temporary food like a vitamin tablet? Will it be enough to draw them in one day? It is a grand hope, and with Jesus help, it can work, but is it enough?
9/13/08
I need to begin at the end this morning when I write about this Saturday's meditation. Something Jesus said to me at the end of the session has stayed running though my mind. At the very end, I suddenly remembered to go below and send light to the people in the dark.
Jesus said, “It is important.”
Now, I wonder why it is so important. Who are these people living in the dark below us? I have a suspicion that maybe those people are not from the future at all but, those of us who have already fallen down on our knees. Could it be souls of people we consider the lowest of humanity, dopers, cheaters, liars; or those at the top who reek with greed, power, destruction; or is it just lost souls who don't know God, souls who crawl in darkness; souls in need of light, souls begging for God’s light. These souls crave what their owners refuse to supply—experience of God’s love.
If this is true, and so far Jesus has not interrupted me to tell me that it isn’t, then praying for those souls truly is vital. They make up the bottom layer of the world filled with hate, despair, and anger; or the top layer filled with greed and all the sins that drive the machine of this world towards destruction. Most of us understand that we need God’s light, we pray, make mistakes, and pray again hoping for the best. Perhaps those in great darkness are lost souls who don’t know how to begin to pray or speak to God. If so, it is up to us to bring the light to them until they learn to search it out for it themselves.
Jesus also
suggested that I concentrate on the city of
Then I got ahead of myself and I tried to shine light like the million laser lights I witnessed flowing from the communion host the other week. I failed, of course. Such light is far beyond my small ability. No matter. I will continue to do what I can.
At one
point, Jesus took me up above the city to see that many people who were
praying. From that
I thought
of this morning’s session of meditative prayer for
Speaking of roses: I am delighted with what I learned just this week. I put a piece of rose stem in a glass of water and it is growing a new shoot. I didn't know we could restore a rose in this way. Now, because it is so small and tender, I need to figure out what to do with it during the winter. Should I plant it outside and protect it with leaves or should I keep it in the house? I don’t know. I am inclined to think I should plant it like I would any other rose. I will give it a try.
9/17/08
Father
Ward’s sermon tonight, Wednesday, went right to the point. It hit me in the
solar plexus. He spoke on
Like I said, it hit me hard and deep. My honesty forces me to admit my thoughts haven’t been on love of neighbor recently. I have a neighbor who, at times, I would gladly strangle, or at least strangle his music. His street parties drive right into my sense of peace. My equilibrium gets broken every time he has a loud party, every night of late.
I have wished and yearned strongly for a few car radios to fail, (but stopped short of praying for damage). I did imagine the speakers exploding, their knobs, wires, and plastic melting and running onto the street. I admit my guilt, but as I told myself, Would it be any different if an attacker's knife was aimed at my heart? Wouldn't I wish for it to break too?
Well, after Father Ward’s sermon, my feelings of guilt run amok. I felt truly contrite for my evil thoughts. I decided right then to make up for my darts of anger aimed across the street. I promised Jesus that I would try harder to change what is going on over there.
During the quiet times, I did pray deeply for the person who lives there. I care about him and his soul. He has a kind heart and a gift with people. Sigh, if only he didn’t need to party with them all the time. He will often tell his friends to turn the music off, and they do, for a while. He has promised to be more quiet in the future. I dearly hope so.
I will do
better, too. I will step away from my own self and think of other people more
often. That is another promise I made to Jesus as I sat in church tonight. He
will help me. He always does. Sometimes he allows me fall down on my face, so I
can learn to stand up again. I will learn to love as he wants me to love,
though it may take a while. Lucky for me and all of us, Jesus has great
patience, so much patience, it often amazes me. In my heart, I thanked Jesus,
9/19/08
I don’t mind admitting that I went through a small crisis earlier in the day. I asked Jesus and Mary for help and received all the help I needed to get past the huge stone that was in my path. I promised Jesus that I would write and then I would sit outside like I used to do and talk with him.
I did just that on this beautiful, sun-lit day. As soon as I sat down in front of my pond to talk to Jesus I knew I was healed. My spirit had been damaged or dampened for such a long while I hadn’t even feel it. Well, I think I knew I wasn’t doing as well as I used to, but it was hard to grasp the extent of it. Now I feel as if a part of my brain, once broken, was now put back together. I feel right now. The difference between yesterday and today is amazing.
As I sit here with Jesus, I feel the light as a very strong and powerful energy force leave my body and reach outwards. I feel suddenly drawn to other people; I felt the urge to reach out with my mind to talk, hug and empathize with them. It was almost as if couldn't refuse, couldn't stop, couldn't not love.
Certainly, Jesus standing by my side gave me this awesome power, a gift of the moment to remind me what the power of God's love feels like? The more I received, the more I realized what I had been lacking without my realizing it. Also, I saw clearly that I had been slacking off on my duties. Jesus wants me to grow strong so I can teach and demonstrate to other people how to gather in and use this great energy from God, but if I don’t use the ability and learn from it, I won’t be able to teach it. I felt like a neglectful child. Most especially now because I finally realized just today the specific task Jesus expects from me.
I realized this as I wrote out a memory of thirty years ago on the computer earlier in the day. The memory was of a certain night when angels came to visit me. They spoke to me and said, "This will help." Then they drilled a hole in my forehead. In the same area that Hindu’s put ashes, the same area where holy monks used to have a secret operation done on their brain. I had read about the procedure many years back. Pure illusion, of course, as there was no red blood or bone chips on the pillow.
"Help with what?" I called out to them as they left.
No answer.
Now I know that their purpose was to wake up my mind. I regret to say that I tend to forget this job they gave me. I have been neglecting their wake-up-call far too long. Oh, I have learned how to use this ability, but I don’t use it often enough.
Jesus suddenly told me, “It is enough.”
All this happened as I sat in my back yard with the water sprinkling into my pond. Jesus implied that I was doing ok, that I wasn’t slacking off as much as I thought. I felt much better. His confidence always raises my spirits.
Spirits raised, he sent me outward into the world to speak to people.
“Who should I go to?” I asked him.
He answered, “It is your culture. You know best who you should speak to.”
This was actually a great bit of advise. I did know who to talk to. I spoke to a few leaders as well as a few people who just seemed to need a spiritual boost. I should explain that during meditation, time runs different. I have found that I can linger in one place or another, and that when I leave, it is as if time begins moving again. If I am listing to the rosary tape, it seems to stop and then move forward again. The more focused I am, the greater the effect of time stoppage. This day I seemed to have a lot of extra time to be with people because Jesus had given me so much strength.
After going out to speak to a few people mind to mind, I came back to stand on the mountain with Jesus. To orientate myself in this reality, I rubbed my fingers over the gritty surface of the huge rock that stood in front of me. I could feel the hardness and grittiness of it so plainly, I knew I must be standing on the mountain in actuality. Jesus must still be sending great power to me. This was real! Delighted, I rubbed my whole hand over the rocks hard surface. I felt whole again. Here I was, fully and completely, standing with Jesus on the mountain. I had stood this way in the past, but this time the reality of it was most splendid. I just had to hug him, and he smiled as I did.
Still reeling with pleasure and the feeling of power, I suggested that we travel some place.
“Cotton World would be nice,” I suggested, “And we haven’t visited in a long while.”
With a smile Jesus agreed that Cotton World would be ok.
Suddenly, we stood in a field full of fluffy white stuff. It stretched as far as we could see with only a scattering of green tree tops rising above in the distance. Instead of using the sky-tunnel, Jesus took me there directly. One purpose of the sky-tunnel is to help a person get orientated to the fact that they are leaving the world behind. I didn’t need this to go to Cotton World because I have been there many times.
The fluffy
stuff I call cotton was chest high to me but only waist high to Jesus because
he is tall. We walked up to the plump, short tree house. The tree is so wide
yet low to the ground that it looks out
of this world, of which it is. (I was astounded to find a tree similar to this
in
We walked up to the tree and was about to knock on the door when Aaron opened it for us. As usual, he wore a smile as broad as his face and hugged both of us at once. His wife, Rebecca I think her name is, gave each of us a hug too. They always seem delighted to see us. One of her boys who stood nearby, nodded to us, then continued his way down the stairs. He’d grown taller since I last saw him.
I was startled to hear another knock on the door, but Aaron was already there to open it up to the new visitors. Ah, two others, who I consider my closest friends and who often travel with Jesus and I had come for a visit too. I was happy at their sudden appearance. Aaron seemed delighted. They hadn't been here before; he had someone new to show his work to. He led us down stairs right away.
As we followed down the stairs to the surface below, he explained that the cotton was almost ready to harvest, and that we should expect every to be very busy at their work stations. They needed to finish up quickly so they could help bring in the cotton. [he calls it, Manna. I just call it cotton, but he doesn’t mind.]
"When the cotton is ready, everyone pitches in to get it gathered in time." He told us. "Other wise it could go bad."
I knew all this from a prior visit, but my friends looked around at the huge cavern with keen interest. The floor was made of grown wood, worn smooth by millions of foot steps and the cavern ceiling was so high it didn’t give the feeling that you were enclosed. Scattered around the whole, were stairs that led up to other tree homes on the surface. This was their style of life made necessary by the cotton crop that covered the ground many times during the year.
I stood with Jesus as Aaron showed the new guests the wonders of the different chemicals and products the people derived from the cotton. It is the single most important crop of their world and they use it for everything. If I remember right, I think their world has only has one continent.
Proudly, Aaron led us back towards a work station near the stairs below his home to show us what his son was working on. His son told us he was working on yellow flowers. He wanted to improve the strain so they would bloom and grow inside without need from long hours beneath the sun or sky. He told us that flowers were scarce below ground. The flowers sitting in water on his desk looked like yellow daisies.
Aaron explained to us that just recently his son had come back from his ritual walk through the cotton. One purpose for the long walk was so they would learn what they wanted to do in life. We would call it a rite of passage, but it was very serious in their culture. I remembering visiting once when one of the children were out in the cotton, cotton growing far over their heads, I am sure. The parents were anxious and fearful, so I assume danger was possible.
Aaron’s son had come back with the knowledge of what he would study for the next years of his life, the yellow flowers so he could spread beauty around underground. Jesus has told me that the people on Cotton World are the greatest chemist in the universe.
Then my friend Y asked me about the great story seat that I had written about before. Oh, this made Aaron so happy and spry he almost hopped over to the stairs. He motioned to us to come up with him and see their seat.
Each family takes great pride in the shape and decoration of their prized bench. Upstairs, we stood around the treasured wooden seat. It is created by the tree they live in and remains a living part of it, like a knot groomed and shaped to fit their own style. The family polishes and cares for their treasure. The hump of wood is fine grained with swirls of different colors and shines bright and smooth, as much from the family members sitting upon it as from rubbing. Certain designs might be carved in the lower part, but the upper is reserved as the seat. This is where each member of the family sits as the tell a story or true tale of something that happened.
It was very beautiful and my friends said so. Each of us couldn’t help but reach out to touch the beautiful seat for a moment. It felt smooth and warm, as if someone had just left it. I wondered if the tree kept it warm. We could easily understand how the family would revere such a remarkable seat.
Finally, we agreed that it was time to go. Aaron and his wife kept asking us to come back soon. “Please, you are welcome any time,” they said, “Even during harvest.” Jesus and I had actually visited during a harvest once. The whole process was interesting because they had to do it quickly or it would go bad. They had each set of chores timed just right. We promised to return soon.
As we walked out the door, Aaron said, “Your visit blesses my home.”
“Yes, Jesus visit does, but not mine.” I am nothing but a friend, but a good one, I hope.
Both Aaron and his wife insisted on hugging us as we left. Then we stepped out their door and once again into the tall cotton fluff that had fallen to the ground. I knew it was vital to know exactly when to begin gathering it up, but wondered how they got the timing so right. Before long, we nodded good-by to each other. I thanked our two friends for the visit. I felt happy that they had joined us. Next time, I will think to invite them before we leave.
9/20/08
This morning I didn’t keep my focus as well as yesterday, but I learned to keep turning my mind back on task and it worked well. During the rosary and meditation I did go to a number of people and called out to them to join us. Jesus showed them how the light could flow out as a beam from their center during prayer and that they could direct it to certain people who needed help. They understood right away that was a visual form of prayer, a way of sending out prayer and watching it surround the person you are praying for.
For the last half of my meditation I went with Jesus to the underground and helped shine God’s light as brightly as I could. I gave many people hugs. As I did, I still wondered who they were or what they represented. I have had many ideas but am still not sure and, for some reason, Jesus is not saying. Yet, they are in great need of love, so that is enough to know. They need God’s light energy perhaps more than I do.
Just this morning I asked Jesus, thinking of a few people who have been giving me trouble, “Who should I love.”
He said, “Everyone.”
A tall order. Must I even love even those who attack me? This is the way of heaven. I sighed, but then realized that there are many different ways of expressing love. One way us what is called “Tough Love.” In certain circumstances, being tough is a real show of love. This realization made me feel better because I know I can’t always gush out in kindness. Still, it is up to me to try because Jesus has requested it.
9/26/08
Now, when I
water my roses, I say one Our Father and one Hail Mary. I began using prayer
one day because I wondered how long I should water each bush and worried if I
was giving them an even dose of needed water. So I began saying the Our Father
and Hail Mary at each one because it makes for good timing. Plus, there is the
added benefit of spreading prayer throughout my flower garden. Ah, a win-win
state of being. I win, my flowers win and as prayer spreads over the land, the
whole neighborhood wins.
9/26/08
As we walked down the sky-tunnel, Jesus asked us where we wanted to go. We didn’t know. Both friends told me they traveled with Jesus many times alone, as have I, so we couldn't think of a new place to go. We asked Jesus to take us someplace.
“You’re the teacher,” we implored him.
When we got to the end of the sky-tunnel and stepped off behind Jesus, we found our selves standing deep in a stardust display of wonder. Stars were so thick around us, we were wrapped in their midst like a blanket. The sight, swabs of color here and there sparkling with light was truly impressive, but not as impressive as what Jesus would show us at the end of our journey. I will get to that in a minute.
Next Jesus took us on a romp into earth’s future. We stopped for a short minute here and there at different sights. We stepped into a mining colony with black sky and stars overhead. He said that we would mine the outer planets and asteroids just like in some Science Fiction stories. This reminded me of the television series I liked so well, Firefly, and the movie derived from its theme, Serenity.
Thinking of this series with its old west flavor, I suddenly thought to ask Jesus, “You said we could never land on a populated planet until we got rid of this contagion of evil. Are all worlds peaceful like Cotton World or the paradise planets? Or are some planets rugged and hard."
“Yes, there are rugged planets. Understand that there is a difference between normal human emotions and what has been done to you because of the contagion.”
I tried to think of an analogy. The only thing I could come up with is the difference between a democratic leader verses a dictator.
“Yes, that is a close analogy.”
“But all of it has to do with souls?” I asked.
“It is hard for me to explain it so you can understand completely. It is too complex, like trying to explain the future.”
As Jesus said this, he took us into a very far earth future.
He asked me if I remembered the acolyte we had visited once. I told him yes, I did remember. The acolyte had been trying to lift an object off the table with only his mind. I remember that he did it for a short time, but told us it was hard work.
“Look,” Jesus said.
We looked where he pointed. We saw people wearing white gowns a short distance from us. They were standing in a small circle and looked to be concentrating hard on something in the center. A bubble of some kind. It wasn’t a real bubble because it had stuff inside that was barely visible.
Jesus told us that they were trying to build matter with mind power alone. Actually, a ship that could hold more than one person to travel in space-time. They will do it with God’s help. God is the only true creator in the universe.
I knew this to be true. We are created each moment of existence, but can hardly realize the awesome feat. If we did, we should shake in fear. We are so lucky that God loves us.
Jesus smiled at my thoughts.
"I will show you something now that will amaze you."
We drifted off earth, maybe back to the earth we know, I am not sure but, as it turned out, it didn’t matter. With the stars as backdrop, we looked down at the earth and it resembled a blue-green rose in full bloom.
Jesus explained that he was giving us this image, but in truth, the whole universe was layered like bundled rose petals, every world was made up of multiple layers of time and space.
He said that it was easier to show us because it was hard to explain, but he'd try.
He said, "The bottom layers consist of the more primitive minds and you could say that the angel like people you just saw who were creating their first containment to travel in were in one of the top layers. None of the layers are divided by anything other than mind; they are all permeable with potential interaction between layers.
He explained further that the bottom doesn’t necessarily mean bad or evil, just primitive or low functioning as to spirit, such as an infant mind. An infant grows up through the layers as it matures and evolves to form its own personality. All people of earth grow and evolve, all the planets of the universe. Everything in the universe is constantly moving and growing. All dances to a single beat, God.
While Jesus spoke, the vision of the layered earth hung before us as if surrounded by curtains that went into infinity. The beauty of the scene was so awesome, I didn’t know if I should dare to ask a question, but I did.
"Then if that is us, those angels, in the far future, does that mean we will be ok?" Then I got out what was really on my mind. "Does it mean we will not face a nuclear disaster or severe earth warming disaster?'
Jesus answered. "What you saw was the result of many potential events, yet some of them became. I can’t explain it to you. You are incapable of true understanding. Your earth has much to go through and it will depend on what you do to it if you reach so high. He added, "Disasters will happen because you as a people have not arraigned for them not to happen. The contagion runs rampant but that may be solved soon. You might say that the beginning of a cure is at hand. I stress beginning."
I was surprised to hear this, especially because it is unusual for Jesus to speak for so long a time. Mind speech can be like receiving a bundle or thought all at once, and I write it as best I can then print it for all to see. Jesus does correct me if necessary.
When Jesus left, I think we all felt a new hope for earth’s future. We won't escape disaster free, but knowing our potential future gives us great hope.
9/26/08
I just realized something that seems obvious now but the idea had eluded me before. I realized the truth when I thought about how Mary gives each person a rose for the purpose of healing souls. She wants to heal souls more than bodies because the soul is most important. Conversely, when Jesus told a person in the bible, “You sins are forgiven.” That is what he meant. He was healing a person’s soul.
What is a damaged soul? Besides the defect we are born with, it is also a life’s accumulation of faults, angers, snags, hungers, and hates, in other words, karma. We all have it to one degree or another. We all need our souls cleaned and purified. Jesus was able to do this with a word. For most of us, it takes a great deal of prayer, prayer received and given. When we pray for other people, it is like praying for our self because we also benefit.
It may be that our damaged souls help cause some minor illnesses, or at least, make the illness linger. Our souls are crying out for attention and food, but often we fail to listen. A psychologist might say our id or inner self was begging for help. Mother Theresa would say, and did, that Americans are money rich but spirit poor.
9/27/08
I learned
two things of importance this morning during my rosary meditation. One is that
many of us felt the need to step into
Jesus
implied with words to me that the very act of cleaning up such a depth of greed
is going to hurt and there is nothing we can do to prevent that hurt. We put it
upon our selves by letting it go too far. It was up to the people in
The important part of the message was the clean up. It seems that Jesus is helping us clean up the worst parts of our cultural mistakes around the world. Many people are meeting with Jesus and many people are helping spread the light.
That is the other important point this morning. As we stood in a circle to gather up increased energy from God, I realized how right this was to stand in a group. We need to do it together. It takes togetherness to gather enough power to use against the pervasive wrongs in our world. I think each of us carries the whole of the powerful energy God gave us after we gathered into the circle to receive it. We have a whole world to shake up with goodness. Jesus will help, but it will take time, and more important—it is going to hurt.
Forgot the most important thing I learned. I had told Jesus that I felt lucky because I could visit and speak with him. “I can see you,” I said. “I feel sorry for those who can’t see you.”
Jesus said, “They will.”
9/29/08
Mary and Jesus both have told many people throughout history about the great power of the rosary. Yesterday I found out just how powerful. When the loud music began playing across the street during the day, and then was about to perk up towards evening because more cars had pulled up, I decided to do something different. I put my own music player very loud with the window open, but I didn’t play music. I played the rosary compact disk I bought recently from the Catholic bookstore.
As soon as it began to play, three cars pulled away from the house across the street and with in an hour, all sound had ceased. The power of the rosary was demonstrated perfectly that night.
Later, I reasoned why. The shadow souls that come up to infect our own souls can’t stand the sound of the rosary. The prayer Jesus gave us and the words spoken by an angel to Mary are so commanding and full of heavenly power, the enemy is burned by them. It makes them scurry away like bugs. What a weapon we have in our arsenal, the rosary. A weapon I never realized the high potency of before.
I would play the rosary out my window all day, every day, if I thought it would cure the world, or if it didn't make me just as guilty as the thoughtless people I am trying to chase away. I did love the sound of the rosary in my home, and may play it more for myself even as I go about the house doing other things.