1/1/11
I have a
friend who says he is Catholic with a small c, and that’s ok. I understand
fully what he means and give him credit for it. As we grow in our religion, if we
are deep thinkers, we come to a time when we begin to question the truth of
everything the church teaches. Not too many years ago, I shuddered at all the
red hats and cloaks in
In fact, Jesus has told me that the secular church is vital to our well being, that without its restraints and morals we humans would have doomed ourselves long ago. I assume this to be true of all the religions and different branches of the Christian church. Religion, though often very secular, is a stepping stone, a rung in the ladder on our way to God and heaven. And what other purpose can there be for the existence of a soul then to reach as high as we can go?
What I mean to say is that although a discerning person can pick out flaws and even serious faults, this should not hinder belief in God and heaven. No one ever said anything secular would be perfect, even religion. If we find anything perfect on this earth, we have found something rare indeed. For myself, I will keep going to church for the great value of holiness I receive, the grace and body of Christ in communion, sermons that perk up my belief, and joining the social company of other like minded people. For some reason, we humans like to join in groups, and what better group to join than one that serves God at the same time it serves people.
1/7/11
I put on the Georgian Chants this morning instead of the rosary to use for meditation. I used to use Buddhist Chants when I first began meditation and it worked wonders to help me get out of myself and put aside worldly things. I would recommend them for anyone just starting out with meditation. I think chant that calls to heaven helps, but this morning I couldn’t seem to direct my mind, not a problem if it only happens once in a while. Our minds ride on a wave, sometimes we are up high on the crest and sometimes down in the trough. Such is life.
I did meet with others to join hands and gather in God’s love. Then I went into the city and asked the angels to direct me to someone who needed help. A young mother was feeling despair from worry about how to raise her children. I hugged her and tried to comfort her. I remembered how hard it was to work and raise my own family. Another mother was in the shelter and feeling as down as a person can be. I suggested that she take her two children and go back home to her mother. I don’t know if she heard me, it was just a whisper. But with each person I tried to send extra love from God into their souls.
I have noticed over the years that those of us who look up to God and give him reverence seem to be less troubled with serious problems then other people. When I can, I try to whisper to homeless men on the street to go into a church and try praying. The trouble is that by the time a person has fallen so far down, it is hard to step back up. Some have done it, but only with God’s help.
I am proud
to be a part of The St Vincent DePaul Society through
Mars 
1/8/11
Jesus told me yesterday that we would travel this morning and take a few children with us.
“They are the ones who will carry it forward.” He told me.
Children have great imaginations and accept mental travel with ease. Children are also flighty and jump from one idea to the next just as easily, but when they get older they will remember these trips with Jesus and our small group.
We gathered in the sky tunnel. Jesus, myself, long standing friends, and a few children who wanted to travel with us. As we walked up the sky-tunnel I showed the children how small the houses and winding roads looked on earth below, simplicity to these modern children. We also watched an airplane fly through the clouds below. Then I demonstrated how I like to run my hand along the side of the smooth wooden side and explained that the sky tunnel is made up of all the trees on earth, that feeling the side not only helps solidify our presence, but gives respect to the tree-ness that composes the tunnel. They copied what I did.
Then we stood at the edge of the tunnel facing moving spotlights of dark shadows swirling amid subdued areas of multiple color as if seen through a pleated curtain. All of us stepped off the edge into this marvelous abyss to follow Jesus.
We suddenly stood on a river of mud, with bubbles of mud popping up with a few small animal skimming over the top in front of us.. I felt a touch of uncertainty from the children and explained that we could walk right on top of the mud because we were not solid.
In truth, the animals didn’t look like animals, but more like a small being from an old computer game (forgot the name). Each had a curved top colored in poke-a-dots with a skirt flowing beneath as they skimmed over the mud.
Jesus and I had been here before, I now realized. But for some reason I didn’t understand yet, he wanted to bring the children here as well. We went towards a village at the edge of the mud that turned to river. The village looked like an island paradise with small, quick, built homes scattered amid tall trees and other fauna. A lot of flowers were scattered about, but it was the people who drew our attention because they looked like flowers themselves. They were very short humanoids but their skin was bright yellow.
We walked into the village and watched people go about their business. Then a child came up to our group and began gastrulating with high excitement.
The adults glanced around but then ignored us as if only the child could see us. A few other yellow children came to our group and soon our children had joined them into a huddle with happy gestures and speech.
We adults did not understand what they were talking about and just stood and watched them interact. The yellow, very tiny children, showed the others some type of box contraption, they each laughed and held the box for a moment. Some kind of toy, I assumed. Then I saw a toy I did understand. The children showed us a round cage made out of vines and twigs that held a small, bright animal.
This interaction between children must be why Jesus wanted to bring us here today. We watched the children for a short while and then it was time to leave.
When we left, I wanted the children to realize that we had traveled to another star system so on the way back, we flew through the stars as if on a ship with stars fields flowing past us until we came home to our own solar system. We landed on Mars.
We stood for a moment on the surface because I enjoyed the feel of Mars underfoot. Then we went down into a cave Jesus had shown me once that was deep underground. Even so, there was some light and we watched a small caterpillar type bug that had been sitting on the rock face jump out of sight. There was a small running river inside the cave and we looked for other life, but didn’t find any at this time. Before we left, we stood on top of the tallest mountain in the solar system and looked down on the wispy, thin atmosphere of Mars and the rock forms on its surface. I imagine it will be up to these children of the next generation to give life back to Mars.
From Mars we came back to earth and joined hands with others on top of an earth mountain. There we called on God to give us his light and love and peace. After we all felt filled with God’s light, I told the children to take the light home because where ever they went the light would flow from them into their families and to everyone. We watched the children pop away and then nodded good-by to each other as we adults went home to do the same.
1/8/11
I want to
praise Channel 7 News for taking the time and effort to show on television the
good, thriving parts of
1/8/11
Since the start of the new year, I have been trying to reinvent myself determined to try different types of art, stop being lazy and get back to writing in the book I started a few years ago, and fix up my web page and web folder. What a mess. Anyway, I soon learned that I needed to write something about my book Traveling in time and Space which meant I had to give it a quick review. The need to review helped me realize the volumes of knowledge and understanding I picked up from Jesus since that time. Though we still travel, I now understand more about how and why. Jesus warned me about a coming disaster, and this is where my head choose to swim, but for most of the book, Jesus showed me the great potential we humans have and the ability to move towards a wondrous future.
It will be a far off future with great traumas stabbing at us along the way but with effort we will make it through. I know this. Jesus has taken me into that future where acolytes practice mind power, humans take ships to the outer planets, and mature humans travel the universe with their mind. All of this will be a long time coming, so even if only a few people notice or practice what I write today, knowing this future helps keep discouragement at bay. After all, what Jesus teaches is not like a modern fad that builds up quickly then fades even quicker. No, what Jesus builds stays built, and it was Jesus who leads us in these travels. I am sure Christianity will go to the stars with us, however we get there.
1/14/11
I didn’t turn on the rosary this morning because I wanted to make sure I could still meditate with out the aid of prayer or chants and I found out I could. As usual, my mind often wondered away from the scene at hand, but it is easy enough to come back. I have learned not to spend time worrying about it.
I walked with Jesus for a while and for some reason, I wanted to sink my feet into the watery muck so we went far south into a swamp area. It felt warm and smelled of earth which is what I wanted perhaps to escape winter up here. Then we went to the mountain range in the east and I stood on a high edge of bare rock surrounded by trees. Snow covered the ground but I could see the outline of fallen leaves. The others came and we all stood in the fierce wind to admire the view. If I had been a solid person, the wind might have blew me away., but as it was, I enjoyed watching it swirl the snow and play with the trees.
After joining us, one friend looked at me and said he wanted to travel this morning. Sounded like a good idea, but to where? Suddenly a million possible scenes began running through my mind as I remembered bits and pieces of places we had already visited; it was confusing.
But when my friend suggested we go to a paradise world, the ideas narrowed down considerably as if a rocking, rolling sea had calmed down. I couldn’t decide; I didn’t want to go someplace we had already been and the others agreed. So we all turned and looked at Jesus with expectation.
He agreed us with a nod and smile and said that we should begin in the sky tunnel because it would help orientate us. Just then, a few children joined the group and I was happy to see them. They are welcome at any time, though they don’t always stay long, and this day they didn’t. I asked one of the young men, I think he is in training to be a Buddhist monk, if he had a problem with focus. He told me that he did, but didn’t find it a problem. I smiled because I suspect that, young as he is, he is already better at this mind travel stuff than I am.
We began walking through the sky tunnel and I was delighted to see flowers growing inside and a blue butterfly flutter across our path. One of the children put their arm out the huge window and said it was freezing cold outside. This didn’t surprise me, but inside the sky tunnel it stays like spring year around. Myself and the children, ran our hands along the smooth side as we walked. Then we gathered at the very edge and looked at Jesus for direction.
He stepped off and we followed. My first impression was blueness, a huge blue field. As we hovered over the blue lake, Jesus said, “Remember, the people living here will know we are there. They won’t see you unless you want them to, but they can detect your presence.” We nodded our understanding. He added, “Some things you will not be able to see because your minds are not attuned to them.”
As soon as Jesus stopped speaking, we landed, as if on a huge ball, amid growing plants and flowers that seemed to be enclosed in a large dome. A beautiful women knelt on the ground in front of us putting small plants in the ground. Her figure was hard to see because her clothing was made up of a gossamer gown that swirled and flowed with her every movement. It was hard to grasp any solid part or color so I gave up. At least, the plants were green. She looked at us, smiled, then turned back to plant the small seedling. This is a paradise world, so for a moment, I wondered about the need for such a beautiful lady to put plants in the ground. Yet, even on a paradise world, people are real and the process of life must go on.
I reminded myself that a paradise world did not mean perfection, but that God filled every nook and cranny of the land and its people. The tiny plant’s healthy growth must be a certainty. Reminded of God, I stood for a moment to breath in the feel of it, of God and the fullness of total peace. It felt blissful.
We stayed to watch the lady for a short while then moved on. We walked through the bubble that incased the garden. To me it looked like a real bubble floating around but maybe I was wrong. We went to a few other places and some of it was hard to focus on but at one place Jesus suggested that we settled down for a while to watch.
This place resembled a small Greek arena because it was surrounded by white open columns rimmed with white steps or seats that looked like stone but weren’t. The whole gazebo like setting seemed to be floating. The circle had about ten beautiful people sitting around on the steps, coming and going, actually, appearing and disappearing. What caught all of our attention was what a few people, dressed the same as the first person we’d met, held in their hand—books. Real books with pages that turned. At first this seemed like an anomaly in this airy bird like place that seemed to float. Our minds couldn’t easily take it all in, and then to see a real book with bindings and pages was startling. We soon learned that some people held scrolls and others different kinds of written words. A group of three were watching a white slate with writing scrolling down its face like a computer.
Jesus explained to us that the people were studying writing from different parts of the universe, and that all the holy scripture that was ever written was archived and available for study. The people chose to study certain periods from diverse worlds. It didn’t need to be religious scripture, but could include ideas and information about cultures on different planets. He reminded us that we couldn’t truly understand their goals or abilities.
This was made apparent to me when I watched one person disappear and come back with a rolled up scroll, then leave again a short time later. If the group had read that scroll, they did it amazingly fast.
We sat and watched the people for a while. I felt very content to stay and watch. In fact, I soon noticed that I would have been content to stay for a very long time. I basked in the quietude and peace surrounding me. Love seeped into my very bones, filled my mind with peace forever. I believe we all felt the same because when Jesus motioned for us to leave, no one stood up right away. Each of us got up from our seat slowly, as if reluctant to leave.
As we left, Jesus suggested that we walk home back through the tunnel, I think to lesson the shock of return. This is the first time I ever experienced this culture shock. Upon arriving back home, I felt sunk into a thick pudding and wanted to climb back out of the cup.
We came back to earth and stood in the same place from which we’d left. I felt empty and was exceedingly grateful when God filled me and the whole mountain top with light. I needed to feel full once more, if only for a moment. For that moment, as God’s light poured through me and I knew I could use and carry it to cut through the darkness. God implied as much, hinting that we should carry his light forward.
I went to a child, of Indian heritage, in the hospital and hugged her tight so she could share in the extra healing power my mind and body carried. There is no sickness in God’s light. I also went to a young dark skinned boy in school who was very upset and rebellious. He’d carried his problems from home to school. I hugged him for a long while until I felt his anger give way into calmness. I went to other people too, I even brought a few people up to the Cathedral of Light to stand before our Blessed Mother, Mary, so she could heal their souls. She has told me to bring people to her often.
When I was done this morning with all these things, I looked at the clock and saw that only a half hour had elapsed. Amazing, I usually play the rosary during meditation which lasts 30 minutes and now find that I still used up only a half hour. I must laugh at the phrase ‘used up’. I gained so very much this morning, how could I ever be ‘used up’ with God and Jesus at my side. Never.
1/20/11
So far this week, I don’t have anything to write for the web. I make it a challenge to put something every week. I do this because I remember at time when I never finished anything. It was too easy to set aside a painting or small story. Now, I find I don’t have enough time to do everything. Why not? I find myself sitting more than usual, old age, I guess. But I am determined to keep pushing and get a lot done. It is important because each of us need goals that can help us feel important. It took me half a life to realize this fact.
1/21/11
I turned on the Georgian chants and just let myself drift upward into heaven for a while. The chants are prayers that left a person up and I felt myself ride on the currents.
I became extraordinarily relaxed and happy. I am not sure I deserve such happiness; I am sure that without my dependence on God, I would have never achieved it.
After a while, Jesus came, held out his hand to me, and asked, “Are you ready?”
I nodded that I was. “Where should we walk today?” I asked him.
“It is up to you.”
I knew I wanted to feel the earthy ground beneath my feet, so I decided to walk in a valley surrounded by high mountains during early spring. I notice that I always choose places with mountains, huge boulders and water. My friend told me he also has his own favorite places to walk.
I stepped my foot on sparse blades of grass amid tiny rocks laying on rich soil between a path of huge fallen, gray boulders. I looked up at the far mountains and the deep blue sky, not a cloud was in sight. The feel of tiny rocks beneath my feet delighted me. When one stuck to my bare foot. I stopped to brush it off. I didn’t know how much I was there and decided not to think about it; why burst the bubble.
I paused in my walk and bent down to run my finger over a tall blade of grass next to a tiny white-pink flower, delicate like a miniature sweet pea. I pondered how it lifted its small bloom in such cold weather, how the grass could burst out of the icy snow, and how the tiny stream of cold water running fed new plants as it trickled down the mountain side. I couldn’t resist putting my hand into the cold stream to feel the tiny waves. Was it really there? I don’t know; I felt there.
We met the others and stood in a circle to hold hands for a moment and praise God. We asked God to share his light-energy with us. At that moment, I remembered what Jesus had told me about the children carrying the idea of the gathering forward, and I decided to call more children to join us from different nations of world. I pictured each child in my mind and asked them if they wanted to join us. None refused, so we had quite a gathering with many tiny hands holding larger ones, all invisible, all receiving God’s light energy as if liquid gold were pouring down upon us until a golden mist filled the whole valley.
Just before we parted to go our separate ways, I showed each child what I had noticed on my walk with Jesus. Jesus stood aside as I had them run their fingers in the cold water, touch a blade of grass, and look towards the mountains and the deep blue sky.
“Now you are filled with God-energy,” I told them. ‘Take the God power home. Everyone you touch or stand near will also share in God’s light.”
I admit I exaggerated the effect to the children because I know how much they like special power and forces. The children popped away and back home, but I stayed for a moment to think. Did I think this magnificent place would imbue my thought with grand ideas? It did not. Oh, well. I did think about what happens when I write these events down. It seems that just putting our walks and travels in print makes them seem more real, but contrarily, some events that happen to us are so grand and wondrous that no writing could capture the full effect and feeling we receive. I suppose it all evens out in the end.
1/23/11
I couldn’t help but smile during Father’s sermon this morning. He spoke about how each one of us are called to do something special and gave examples. He was called to do his work in the church and preach while other people are called to dig or clean or be a good example. I smiled because I have thanked Jesus many times for not calling me to preach. Totally inept, I would empty any church where I tried. Yes, I am grateful for some things I am not. Some people like Father Thomas are called to preach. Another priest I listen to when ever he is on EWTN is Father Corapi. It is obvious that he was called to preach, even with his touch of fire and brimstone.
As it is, all I need to do is sit back at my computer and write. People don’t need to show up, all they need do is click on a page, if they choose. Maybe no wants to read it. I can’t help that, I am doing what Jesus called me to do, and thank you Lord you called me to something so easy.
Truth to tell, once I have written, edited and put the writing on the web, I forget about it. Perhaps someone when first reading my raw notes might think it is amazing, but it isn’t. A lot of people are visiting with Jesus, it is just my job to write about it as instructions for the children of the future.
1/28/11
Jesus played with time again this morning. Just before I began meditation I thought about the time Jesus stood next to me as I said the rosary—in five minutes. My thinking ran to trying to picture what Jesus did with time. Finally I saw time running like a river and Jesus and I standing within a wave that looped out of the main course of the river and jumped back not too far from where we’d left. It was a nice picture but I am not sure if it is accurate. Time changes all the time when we visit another planet in this huge universe. Who’s to say when it the planet bloomed with life or what part of its history we visit?
Well, this morning, Jesus said he would take us on a trip through time. It took me a few moments to get ready so I turned on the rosary program and sat with Jesus at the stone well next the woods for a moment running my fingers in the frosty black water and over the rough surface of the huge bolder on the side of the well. Then we walked and joined the others who already stood in God’s glow. They were delighted when Jesus said we were going to walk someplace in time today. I looked around and saw a few children in the group.
“Should the children come with us?” I asked.
Jesus said, “The children are always welcome.”
So two or three young children, one of them taller than me, followed as we walked through the sky-tunnel. We usually walk in the sky tunnel when children come with us, which is why I asked if they were coming. Jesus can travel without the sky-tunnel and has taken me a number of times, but the tunnel helps orientate the mind to leaving earth and serves as an aid for myself and the children. So as usual, I ran the palm of my hand over the mahogany surface of the tunnel noticing that the children did the same until we reach the end.
There we stood on the brink, where we quickly stepped off behind Jesus.
I need to interrupt at this point because that is what Jesus did. Just before we stepped into the tunnel, Jesus told me to look at the clock. I did so and it was 9:09.
My first impression as we stepped away from earth was greenery, leaves of every shade of green and blueness. Within a second we stood on a small hill covered with grass sprinkled with wild flowers. I looked around and saw a small square white building. I knew it was small because it had dark holes for windows and doors but it looked well kept and lived in.
Jesus told us that we were on earth in a very far future.
“The cities are gone.”
“Even
None of us could grasp such a fact.
“Where did they go?”
“Great disasters and time.” Jesus answered. Earth is now a pastoral planet. In truth as we looked around, it was obvious. We saw a few small scattered animals and a number of people walking through the grass and trees, but very little else. It looked like a painting from the nineteenth century French countryside except for the stark, white, square building surrounded by green. Yet, even that didn’t seem out of place. It seemed that nothing could ever be out of place here.
“Everything is in balance now. Earth is a park.”
“No cities at all,” my friend asked dismayed.
“The old cities of earth are preserved on New Earth.”
“Not many people seem to live here.”
“People in this time can travel at will as we do. They don’t stay here for long. It is a park.”
“This is too much for me,” I said. “Too far into the future.”
Jesus smiled and agreed with me. “The reason I brought you here is to show how even planets evolve in cycles. The rocky planet we call earth has born many different types of civilizations, your modern technological society is just one style that existed on the planet. It has served God well.
I thought of the underclass struggling in the cities and the people who could hardly sustain themselves in our modern culture, and wondered about evil, so I asked the question that was in all our minds.
“Is earth now a paradise planet? There is no evil here?”
“It is not exactly a paradise planet. There is no evil because there are so few people living here now.
I thought about the few paradise planets we had visited and then about what defined them. What defines a paradise planet is the overriding feeling of being imbued with God as present. Here, though I felt at peace, I didn’t feel as if I were awash in God’s presence.
It all felt good. There is hope for humanity yet? But this earth must be millions of years into the future.
I looked at Jesus’ nod and understood. One day before long earth will end completely. Our sun will go nova. Life is born and life dies, even planets. Earth has served its time well by supporting many civilizations but one day it too must die to make room for new.
I noticed one of the children listening to Jesus with rapt attention, taking it all in. It was too much for me, I could only imagine what the children must be thinking. I nodded good-by and was glad to finally come back home to my chair in front of the television. I looked at the clock and it was 9:19. Sister Angelica was saying the last prayer after the rosary.
Wait a minute! I looked at the clock again and counted. Yes, only ten minutes had past, yet the rosary was done. I laughed. Jesus had taken us all in a loop into time, playing with our sense of time. How delightful and amazing. I couldn’t stop smiling and knew the thought of our trip twisting around in a loop of time would tickle me throughout the day.
1/28/11
Later in the day, as I thought about what had happened, I realized that my idea that we looped away through time might have been wrong. Now, I don’t know what happened. Did we loop? If so, then the saved television program with the recorded rosary looped with us. I had just turned it on and was listening to the Apostles Creed when I met with Jesus and sat at the well for a moment. This day, I didn’t even take the time to clear my head of mundane debris, but jumped right in, even meeting with the others within seconds of leaving the well.
So what happened? Did Jesus make time stretch or shrink? The effect wasn’t only in my perception of time, unless my perception also included the rosary recording which usually takes about 25 minutes to complete. Jesus smiles at my quandary, but does not seem inclined to explain. I guess the only thing left to do is grin and enjoy Jesus’ playfulness.
1/29/11
This morning I couldn’t meditate very well, which hardly matters after such a great yesterday. I still can’t get over it and Jesus still smiles at the puzzle he handed me. He always comes up with new insights to give us. The others in our group also felt time go awry, so it wasn’t just my own perception. This morning, I prayed for my family and neighborhood then Jesus and I talked for a short while. I did take a minute to meet with the others and felt God’s energy surround us and fill space. I recognize once again how fortunate I am to know and love God.
I thought about the pastoral earth Jesus had shown us and how the humans had matured. I once thought that all the bad people would still be on earth and die when the sun went nova and that would be their hell. Now I know different. As I edit this, I remember the reading in church Sunday, Jan 30, 2011 where God tells Isaiah about a time on earth when his people will one day tend their flocks in peace. (Can’t find the church bulletin so can’t write the exact part).