5/1/11
Jesus and I
have stayed close to home lately, only going to diverse places here and there
on earth. I love the
Perhaps there is a reason for our staying close to home lately. Jesus wants to invite more children to join us and I think children need to be awed and amazed with grand views, maybe coupled with familiarity, to stay interested. But just as likely, I am the one who needed to walk the earth and feel its soil beneath my feet, to view this precious ball of land and greenery God gave us to live upon. Also, it is good for the children to first know and love this earth that they will be in charge of one day before we lead them to strange vistas on other worlds.
I have been watching the news about the many tornados that hit the south. Watching those people loose so much makes me realize how well off I truly am because I still have a home and food and clothing and family and dog and precious photographs. The list could go on and on. I think most people had insurance so eventually they will be ok, but it will take a long time and I pray for them.
5/2/11
During meditation this morning, and after meeting the other’s who meditate, we called a number of children to gather with us as we called on God to share in his light-energy. I can still feel the glow of excitement it gives me when God fills all space in our circle and covers us with light, so I know the children must feel the same. When the children are able to focus and take note, I am sure it gives them a sense of power, and what child wouldn't like that feeling?
I laughed as I told them we would use our new power to travel to another part of the earth this morning, as if we had what superman had, but maybe for these children we do. I think of God's energy as gentle and defuse, only able to touch souls, but maybe for a child is a unique form power? A child's mind coupled with imagination is capable of more than we can imagine.
We led them into the sky tunnel, reminding them to feel the side of the tunnel with their open hand. They looked with wonder at the plants growing inside the tunnel and delighted at the butterflies, one landed on one young girl’s nose.
At the last
edge of the tunnel, we stepped off and landed in
After a few minutes, we went back into the sky tunnel and stepped off onto the moon. This is always a surprising pleasure to every child as they stand on the rim of a huge crater inviting some of them to slide down to the bottom. They seem amazed at the sharp contrast and outlines of black and light gray rocks and hills. But it is the pregnant earth hanging over our heads that really makes them gasp with delight and puts a smile on every face, mine as well. What could be more beautiful and pregnant with promise than that huge, blue earth hanging in space like a glowing blue marble set against the black of space.
I told the children that we are the first generation to be able to see the earth as a whole, to see its true magnificence, to see storms as they form, to see the oceans wrapped around the continents. The sight of the swollen earth, lighted and slowly turning is a lot to absorb and I soon suggested the children to pop back home. I like to use the word pop because it tickles the young ones.
I write about the children but there are many adults with the group, and of course, Jesus is always with us. I believe that each of us tends to see or focus on different people or objects, so few of us see it all as a whole, but that is ok, even a small glimmer is enlightening. Thinking about the wonder of it all, my thoughts turned to the purpose. Here I faltered and looked to Jesus who smiled but didn't say anything. I surmise that the purpose is to spread the idea of mind travel to children and other people for the next 20 to 30 years, hopefully during a period of lasting peace. Even Revelation, with its dire warnings, promised a time of peace.
5/6/11
I feel philosophical this morning and haven't meditated yet. I have been thinking about my talks with Jesus and how amazing Jesus truly is. He can talk to a hundred or a billion people all at once or look into their souls. It is hard for us to imagine that anyone could do such a thing, caught up, as we are, in our single, human, selves. Harder yet to imagine his tolerance for each and every one of our mix-ups, mistakes, blunders, and other various sins..To put it in perspective, I compare Jesus tolerance similar to our own looking in on a classroom of very young children. We 'd see them tease and pick at each other, moments of jealously, and bouts of selfishness; yet, few of us would look at such a group with anger or un-forgiveness. We would smile our tolerance while we tried to make things right between the children. But I also wonder how far our tolerance would go if those sweet kids became too destructive? Would we continue to smile if the little darlings broke their toys and books, or began to tear up the classroom? I guess I’ve carried the analogy far enough, but what must Jesus and the angels think as they watch us clutter up and misuse this grand, stunning earth God gave us to live upon?
5/6/11
As I walked with Jesus to meet with the others we had a long talk about change. I wondered why I don’t feel the light like a flash light pour out of my center any more, or why I have not been spreading the light around as much as I did before.
What is wrong with me? I asked.
Jesus reminded me of years ago when I first began to listen to him and how I could hardly believe him, how my mind with both wonder and dread, fearful that I was listening to a voice not from heaven. As Jesus explained it to me this morning, I was in the process of learning, taking a step in the direction of my long upward climb. Every step is different that takes us forward; change is natural and necessary. Even now, I am in a constant learning process, sharing what I learn and moving forward towards the next plateau. Ever upward, is the direction, with a falter here and there, but the march towards God continues. So I will stop bothering Jesus with dumb questions.
Can you imagine us, mere humans, so long ago climbing trees, of little worth, dirty and full of germs, but with the seed of unbounded into potential inside? Potentials undreamt in any human philosophy. God has given us his own dream to realize.
My dream-goal this year is to feel the actual ground beneath my feet when I travel with Jesus or to feel my finger tips touch the softness of a flower or leaf, even though the real me is still sitting in my chair. Even if only a few cells of my body can be at that place we travel to, won't that be a grand reward.
Jesus explained to me that even in the very far into the future, when many humans have the ability move through time and space with their minds, that ability will still take great effort and training. It will never be too easy, just as life in general is never too easy. The challenge of this life God gave to us never fails to amaze me.
This morning, I remembered that May is the month of Mary, so stepped up to the cathedral of light. A number of people came with us and I held a few children’s hands as we went first to the water wing where the whales swim. We pushed through the invisible barrier that holds the water back and the children were excited to watch a whale swim towards us, its huge eye looking our way. Dolphins swam close and a few kids reached out and hugged them.
Then we walked through the paths of grass and flowers until we came to a place filled with roses. This is where Mary will come to any of us, if we ask. We stood in front of the roses that filled the whole area and there stood Mary, glowing a soft white, encircled by white roses with the other colors spread out before and around her. She reached down and plucked a white rose from a bush and gave one to each of the children, I suspect white was a symbol of their innocence. Then she, somehow, I didn’t see how, handed a rose to the rest of us who stood near-by, some other people waited in a wavy, long line that seemed to go on forever. I thought maybe these were people who were just then praying and asking for Mary's help even though none of the people in line looked old, infirm or sick, such defects are left behind when we visit Mary or walk with Jesus. When Mary gives us a rose it enters our soul and invades us with purity and peace. A peaceful glow of contentment filled each of us as we left to go back to normal reality, a reality made better now from Mary’s touch of peace.
5/6/11
Two down and one to go, according to Revelation. We stopped the Beast (Saddom Hussain), and we now stopped The Prophet (Osama Bin Ladin). Now, the only major one left to get rid of is The Dragon, that sly devil who hounds everyone and turns many away from God. We will stop it too and I am assured that it won't take ten years to complete this next task. Then will we have lasting peace? Yes, if we make it so.
5/9/11
It is vital to realize that something beyond comprehension is going on here as we meet together on God's mountain with Jesus leading us forward. The purity of the gatherings on this mountain called earth is self explanatory: Jesus never detract from what we are; our normal worship, our culture, out habits, our character; instead, Jesus adds on to what we already have, like a flower growing beyond its utility function to reveal more beauty every day. Instead of giving us limits, Jesus does the opposite, he expands our being by giving us another dimension in which to dwell. This is proof that what we are doing comes from God, a God full of love, the God who gave us life as a first gift.
I hope I explained well enough what I just came to realize this last week. My need to understand for myself the depth of Jesus’ gift to us may be why Jesus didn’t answer me when I asked the purpose of the gathering. This is Jesus’ way of teaching. He chooses to make us ponder a question until we come to realize the answer for our self. When I finally realized part of the answer, it gave me an indescribable thrill, a thrill not only realized in the mind but also felt in the heart and throughout my body, as if every cell had also absorbed the new knowledge. What a never ending delicious quest is life.
5/11/11
I have been
meeting with a few select friends for many years, specific people who Jesus
called just as he called me. Each person belongs to their own church, culture,
and country. The places they live range from Europe to
We went traveling, Jesus and the three of us. We went to one of the strangest planets I have ever been to that has humans. It was a water world with very little land. It was also a paradise world, which became obvious as we looked around and spoke to one of its inhabitants, who swam forward to greet us.
The man was human with blue/black skin and long limbs. I noticed webs between his fingers. He seemed to undulate in the water, as familiar with it as we are in air.
Jesus told us, "The people living here had themselves genetically changed to they could more easily live on this ocean planet."
Shocked, I asked, “Is that allowed?”
“God gave permission."
I felt wowed over with the words.
Jesus explained further. "Highly intelligent life had never evolved on this ocean planet. Their presence could only be an asset.”
Some humans choose to leave the world of air for a world of water. Interesting. I wondered if I could ever make such a choice.
"They have the ability to breathe both air and water and their abodes reflect this.”
I was surprised at such a long explanation from Jesus, and wondered why, but then the dark blue human motioned to us to follow.
“Come and see.” He said to us.
We followed him slowly. He swam like a slow fish, slow for our sakes, I am sure, but we stayed upright in our spirit bodies as we followed him visiting what he wanted to show us. We saw domes connected like half bubbles, laying on the ocean floor, we just couldn’t see the bottom half of the bubbles that lay beneath the surface. In the distance, some huge bubbles floated.
We understood that the ocean was more shallow than the oceans of earth which made them less dense and pressurized. The people are able to travel easily from the bottom to the top of their ocean.
Their bubble homes are interesting. Half filled with water, they live in both the water below and the air bubble above. We were told that they have no cities because they don’t want any, but they do sometimes gather small groups of bubble domes together for social reasons, easily broken apart again when they choose.
After a while, it became obvious what gave our guide most pleasure, it was the multi colored pallet that surrounded his home, actually everywhere we looked. Every direction looked like a garden treasure with coral fans and strange multicolored fingers growing and twisting and swaying with the waves. Color abounded everywhere, with fish swimming here and there like bright Christmas lights twinkling against the blue green water.
Our guide told us that sometimes the people faced danger from a few predators, but not many. I imagined the danger to be something like sharks, and maybe the man put the image in my mind. Oddly, there is a space port on one of the larger islands where people from other planets can come to visit and exchange goods.
They plant gardens and this was where our blue-black guide took us next. Their garden was vertical and lined with strings of colorful flowers, or maybe vegetables, growing up and down, swaying as they sprouting from tall kelp or sea grass. The sun seemed to penetrate deep into this part of the ocean in rays of vivid blues that swirled around in eddies of delightful optical illusions, as if laughing in merriment at our perplexity.
It was all wonderful but a lot to take in which is why we didn’t stay long. Our total visit lasted only a few minutes, but it was long enough time to recognize that these people lived in a true paradise. We understood that war and conflict was unthinkable and strife absent. Surly, the people must have something to occupy them, some goal to strive for, but whatever it could be, we didn't learn of it. It might be one of those bundle of ideas that Jesus told us was beyond our imagination.
I suspect that as long as humans stay with God, and I think most of the heavens are filled only with those who love God, that they keep growing in numerous ways, many that are beyond what we can understand at this time. All of us who follow Jesus have a varied and long heavenly life to look forward to in a unbounded future.
Belle Isle and the
I didn’t have a photo to put here of a stream in the woods,
but Jesus did walk with me on Belle Isle a few years ago.
5/13/11
This morning as I sat with Jesus next to a stream, the green grass tall to my knees, the water flowing so smoothly I could see big, silver fish swimming in the shallows, a scattering of tiny flowers lined the shore, huge willow trees stood soaking up the water, and the sky overhead was a deep cerulean blue with white fluffy clouds. In other words, an earthy wondrous place, so perfect it took my breath away.
I asked Jesus, “This is so right, so gorgeous. Do people on other worlds have such a beautiful world to live on?”
Then I answered my own question. Silly, of course they do. They would evolve to love whatever kind of land surrounding them. I wonder if it could be as varied as our own. No, most planets are not. Jesus told me this a number of times.
Next we went into the painted desert for a moment and I rubbed some red-orange rock dust between my fingers, while the sun sat heavily on my head. I felt it so much, that I wondered for a moment if I were truly physically here, but no, of course I wasn't.
I looked up into a sky that was deep blue without a cloud in any direction. Amazingly, this dry part of the world with its unique ecology is just as beautiful as the green and water flowing ecology, though, growing up in the east, I prefer the greenery.
The
contrast made me think of the long rains that created the problem with the
I hope so, but we are in store for many more disasters. Jesus told me this years ago and so far, his warnings have proved correct. There is nothing we can do to change the mess except curb our excess. In other words, we will stop changing our weather or it will stop us. It is that simple.
What isn’t
simple is convincing everyone to change, especially those who are making a
profit from overuse. I think those who make money off energy are the only
people who can’t see what is happening to
I know
there were severe natural disasters in the first part of the twentieth century,
like the dust bowl and
We are in store for a great deal of more and severe disasters. It is our choice. We will either stop our excess or it will stop us. This is the way of nature.
I can't help wondering about how valuable an energy meter in the home could be. Why hasn't someone come up with a simple device that I can plug into a kitchen outlet (or computer) that tells me how much energy I am using in dollars and cents. Oh, I read somewhere that some such items exist, but they are very expensive. Why? With so many business minded and creative people in this country, many also concerned about global warming and our over-use of energy, why hasn't someone invented such a simple instrument?
All I want is a small screen that gives me the cost of energy in dollars and cents as I use it up each month. I want is to know if I should water the flowers, or wait, cook that chicken in the oven or on the stove-top, or maybe open a can of soup instead. Why can't I see, with a single glance, the energy/money ticking away as I use it? How much does it cost to run a microwave for a minute to heat a cup of coffee, flip a switch to turn on and off a light bulb or leave it on, keep the computer on stand-by, watch TV, turn down the thermostat, etc. If I knew, myself and a million other people, might change our habits for the better. So I throw out this challenge: Someone please come up with a cheap means of detecting and computing the cost of energy as it is used in the home.
Or…look how much we pay for a car, those of you who can afford to buy a new one, and yet, there is no gage that will tell the driver how many miles per gallon he/she is using or how much it cost to drive to this store or the other. Why not? With all those gages on the dash, why isn’t there one that calculates the price of mileage?
I can easily answer my own question. It is because the system was set up for profit. If we knew how much we were using and spending all the time, it might encourage us to spend less, and that would cut into someone’s profit. I feel greatly saddened by such a truth.
5/14/11
I watched a DVD called “How the earth was made” from the History channel. While I watched it, Jesus told me that the same process that made our earth happened or is happening all around the universe. I thought of the time, the 4.5 billion years it took the earth to become what it is today, and how patient God's planning must be. Yet, doesn’t God have all the time forever to play out every scene, every world, try out every type of life and fauna, every kind of star energy? And then, this culture of humans, this universe we detect and so far see, is only the beginning. On top of what we understand today, is a long stretch of time that travels on forever, an idea that is almost beyond our mind’s ability to grasp or understand. I would guess that there is even enough time to draw even the most horribly bad human to him, if he would choose to do so. If we think about it, in the scheme of all this universal place and time, what can a small human do that is so bad? It is my prayer that there is a heaven for even the most horrid human, somewhere, someday.
5/18/11
During
meditation, I revisited some kids in
5/20/11
A number of children followed us adults as we traveled this morning, and I enjoyed their wide-eyed amazement as we walked through million year old tunnels beneath mars and then stood on top of the largest mountain in the solar system. One place beneath mars was delightfully beautiful because it looked like a whole wall was made up of gem stones. I couldn’t figure out where the light source was coming from as it twisted and turned, lighting up the small cavern. To me the cavern looked like it was once a place of prayer or worship because the large gems looked set rather than random.
Jesus told me once that we humans will never find these tunnels, or the hidden writing on the walls. I don't think we've even found all the tunnels and caves here on earth. At the thought, we all decided to check out a few caves back on earth. It was easy for us to go underground and certainly there was no danger, but maybe a few children dropped out of this next adventure. The most noticeable difference between earth and Mars was the color; even the children noticed it. We stayed in a single cave for only moment before going back to where we began, a field of wild flowers, where the children had fun running up the small hill, as if, in this spirit shape, they didn't realize they could fly. Habits of thought are hard to break. The tall grass with wild flowers mixed in reminded me of Angel World, but also a desert because the wild flowers so plentiful they spilled over the horizon. Perfectly beautiful.
We next
went to
Our group of children sat on the dirt floor along with a few of the Indian children. I noticed that the children all seemed to join together for a moment in a mental gestalt that excluded the rest of us just before we left. I wondered at this and wonder if it was a glimmer of things to come, a foretaste of Jesus' plans for the future?
We went a few more places before we returned to the hill of wild flowers. We all stood in a circle once more; the children like receiving energy from God and a few checked out their glowing arms. I explained to them that I didn’t know what the energy was made out of, but one day they may learn to define it. All I know for sure is that God's light energy is filled with creative love which seems to feed the soul and heart.
After the children popped back home, I mentioned to the other adults that I needed more ideas of where to take the children. Jesus has led me around the earth and universe but he seems to expect me to lead the children around, but because their attention span and ability to focus is short, I am running out of interesting places to go. My own attention span is not much longer than the children’s which may be why Jesus wants me to lead them around. I suspect that a few other people, those who have studied and practiced meditation for a long time, are able to take long mind travels any where they want. I am continually surprised that they put up with me and my own short trips, but we all learn to enjoy others with less ability. I think the children will develop their own unique method of communication and travel. Jesus seems to think so, almost as if it was part of his plan from the very beginning.
Also, when I mentioned to Jesus that I'd prefer not to write about the children traveling, he suggested that I do so anyway. So I wonder if perhaps these writings will come to light in a future time to serve as a reinforcement for people who remembered mind traveling as children. Wouldn't it be interesting to see events as Jesus does, with a past, present and future all rolled up into now.
5/27/11
At first I
had a hard time staying in focus this morning during meditation, seldom deep,
usually just enough to set my mind free,
but Jesus helped me see him and then stand with the others to receive God’s
light. Soon, I became a vessel of light. Light ran through my veins and
arteries and then branched into every cell in my body. I felt every sparkling
moment of the light's penetration, this great substance of life. Full and
spilling over with love, I stood in the center of
Certainly, all of earth is touched by God substance, all we do is try to wake it up out of a sound sleep, jingle the pixels and keep them moving, keep the equation of life flowing towards heaven. There are many ways of looking at the substance of our world with us upon it. But it all needs the lubrication of God’s love for the parts to keep moving like they should. Maybe if more of us looked towards God, there'd be less troubles in the world?
I want to go back to the water world Jesus took us to the other day. There was so much to see, I felt overwhelmed and didn’t write everything down. I didn’t write about the gills I saw in our guide’s cheeks or how smoothly he moved through the water. I didn’t notice if he wore cloths because the guide’s skin was so beautiful. (Jesus later told me that he wore a small cloth tied over and around his privates). The continual movement of everything in the unfamiliar rhythm also confused me. I'll ask the others if they to go back for another visit one day. Yet, even on this strange world, I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. I mean, a sea is a sea, isn’t it? The beauty of this sea was astounding because it’s color was so pure, unpolluted and unspoiled, but it had familiar coral, fish and other aquatic life. A fish is a fish, isn't it? Well, some can be quite weird in shape, but even that is not unusual in a large sea on earth or off.
5/30/11
No amount of money could buy this moment. I sit here beneath trees in my back yard taking in the scent of earth after a light rain, I am still in my nightgown and feel the soft breeze on my bare arms and legs as I sip my coffee. Birds twittering in the trees, silence surrounds me in this early morn. Suddenly I hear a lawn mower in the distance, a modern ritual of spring.
As I sit here taking this all in, I have already thanked Jesus numerous times for the day, but I say it again because I feel such peace. How could God have provided such a perfect day? The air so sweetly perfumed, the grass emerald green, small flowers bursting into bloom early because of the damp spring. The early morning beauty takes my breath away. Jesus' love fills me. He promises more to come. More but not better because it could not get any better.
Thinking about the peace and love I feel, I realize that it seems to me that things have improved considerably in this area in the last few years. I wonder if it is just my own outlook as I get older and see less stressful, or has things around here really changed for the better? Then I remember what the angels promised me a number of years ago. They told me that they were going to make the world a better place before they left. They once told me that something indiscernibly horrible shattered the world on a perfect and beautiful day, but I think Jesus and his angels are working to ensure that the destructive event does not happen. We have much to be thankful for that we don't even know about. Surly, they will achieve their purpose; for which I deeply thank them.