11/4/13

Before I walked with Jesus this morning I tried to clear my head of nonsense thoughts. I find it amazing how thoughts can flip from one idea to another while never staying quiet. Our minds are busy all the time and few people have great enough control to conquer and still them. . I suspect that few humans have good control of their thoughts. Perhaps monks during meditation. These scattered thoughts are a great waste of energy that I think people will learn how to utilize in the far future, maybe a million years from now?

This isn’t what I intended to write about this morning. I met Jesus at the small, dark well that I like so much and after I felt orientated and cleared my mind, we met others on the mountain. This day I picked a green, grassy landing that looked over miles of land with numerous people tending crops and walking on paths. Perhaps I stood on a mountain in China that looked over rice paddies. We gathered in a circle as usual and called on God for living light then walked around the globe to spread love and peace. After I came back to America, I walked around with Jesus and we came to a youngish lady, perhaps in a nursing home, who sat in a wheel chair, bent over, and moving in involuntary spasms. She couldn’t seem to lift her head. My heart went out to her. I held her hands and told her I was sorry that I couldn’t help her. She detected my presence and began to cry.

This deepened my own pain as I hugged her and I called on God for more living light. Slowly, I noticed something. The substance within the lady, I don’t want to call it soul but it was invisible) was tangled in a knot and if I could just untie it, she might feel better. In case she could hear me, I told her that Jesus stood nearby and that he would help me help her. Jesus had told me years ago he wanted me to heal people but I have never figured out how and feel incapable of gathering enough strength to do so. But as I called on Jesus this day, I could feel light penetrate both of our bodies. I put my hands on that knot and began to unravel it. I did untie it but it still had many twisted kinks along in its length. The lady slowly lifted her head up and held it there. A chore she couldn’t manage before. I hugged her as we left. I hoped that the untying lasted because suddenly I felt dismayed because when I stood up tall and looked around I saw knots everywhere, in every head and body. I suddenly felt overwhelmed at the extent of the problem, as if God’s light can’t penetrate our being deep enough so we get tied up in all manner of invisible knots. The whole world of people was in an agony of twists and turns and silent pain.

Jesus spoke quickly which brought me out of my state of panic.

He said to me, “You need to ignore it. Concentrate on one person at a time.”

He wanted me to walk past all of the blemishes and hurts and twisting knots. Well, of course? No one can fix it all, not even God or Jesus. Probably most tangles are caused by a lack of maturity. After all, half of us at any one time are children. Youth is part of the system God created. We are meant to grow and change into more perfect beings. We can’t get there all at once. I imagine a day a million years from now when humans will have outgrown the conflict of war, when such good psyche will fill the earth’s air that no one will get sick or twist up inside. Humanity is still in its infancy. Wishing otherwise will not change it.

11/6/13

Science is finally catching up with Jesus and my travels in space. They are finding billions of livable planets. I remember Jesus told me once that scientists will see them close up one day; probably they’ll will need to invent a super telescope first. For my part, I am content to have visited many of these places with Jesus who also gave me input and understanding of the different societies. Some stick in the memory more than others, but all were interesting and different.

Most of the societies I visited with Jesus and friends were a mixture of modern and old. One place had a wooden tavern with colored glass windows and trees that lit up at night and horses but also modern contrivances that I hardly understood. Also many people had abilities that we would find strange, but only because they grew their psyches different than we did. We could learn a lot from viewing their different choices and directions people choose to become on different planets. I also saw various degrees of evil, but most of the planets we visited seemed tame and simple compared to earth.

I haven’t traveled with Jesus for a while, but I know that others do often. It has become a valued choice by many monks to travel off earth with the mind. Some groups are teaching children as well. I am proud to have been a part of it all. I think I will begin traveling again soon.

First, I think it is time to try to revise my book, Traveling in Time and Space. I thought of doing so before but hesitated because I was so dumb and full of questions when I wrote the book in 2000. Can I hold on to my naivety if I revise it? I now know the answers to most of the questions. Not sure what to do, but the book could prove embarrassing if too many people read it. I wrote it as a child new to the universe. After a little thought, I decided to only take out Part III, which consisted of notes from 2000 and 2001 and are similar to what I put on the web each month. I put them in the archives in case I need them for reference.

11/10/13

I have been using a compost bin for two months now and discovered two surprising things about compost: (1) It keeps going down even though I keep adding stuff. (2) It keeps a sweet odor, (even after I dump in dog poop). Most information about compost say not to use dog, cat or pig manure but they assume the information is for farmers who will use it for their food gardens. I intend to use it on my lawn and around my rose bushes, so that rule doesn’t apply, as it wouldn’t for most city folks.

I bought a tall juice container to keep by the sink that I fill with vegetable peelings, coffee grounds, used tea bags, and other stuff. I take it outside and dump it into the compost bin about every other day. I always put a layer of leaves on top after I throw something in. So far, the only problem I have is remembering to throw in a gallon of water about twice a week. I also need to give it a quick stir once in a while. The compost bin works well for me because it sits near my back stairs which will make it easy to get to in the winter.

I want to push the idea of compost bins for every household and hope I can convince the city leaders to buy them for everyone. This idea probably wouldn’t work in a city like New York, but in Detroit we all have back yards and a lot of leaves. Who doesn’t have leaves to rake up in the fall? I enjoyed raking this year and set aside bags of leaves to use all year. Leaves are all it takes to make the compost bin work. I am fortunate because many years ago Mayor Young planted ash trees along our street and ash leaves are so small they make great compost, but any type of leaf will do.

If every household started to compost, it would prevent the smell from the incinerator plus enrich the soil. There have been days when I couldn’t go outside for the smell. We all complain about it. This is the only means I can think if to correct the problem. We shouldn’t need to transport garbage around the city and dump it in one place. All it takes is everyone taking care of their own garbage by using a compost bin. Those households who choose not to compost, people in apartment buildings, for instance, could buy garbage disposals instead.

Here is a copy of the flyer I made to hand out about compost. compost flyer

11/13/13

I turned on the rosary cd I often use during meditation because I felt the need for the prayers of the rosary to fill my home. As the prayers penetrated throughout, I met with Jesus at the well that sits in a dark woods with sunlight streaming down through the leaves. I touched the water dribbling down the rock. Jesus took my hand and led me to a mountain to gather with the others.

On the way, I asked Jesus to help find me a tall, hard to climb mountain today. I felt that I needed to center myself before meeting the others in our group. Jesus smiled and pointed to a tall rock, several stories high, strewn with tumbled stones and huge boulders jumbled together all the way to the top.

“Ah, yes, that one will surly do.”

I began to climb. I could feel my bare feet slip on the sharp stones at the bottom and felt my fingers scrape on the rock like sand paper. The heat was intense on this mountain of cemented sand, so I imagined we were out west. I had to reach high for each new cleft of rock in order to rise up the mountain and as I neared the top, a friend knelt with his arm extended to help me the rest of the way.

By this time, I felt mentally and physically there and as I stood upon that high scarp of rock I felt and breathed in such beauty that my heart swelled. Think of a river constantly flowing in its path. Yes, the gorgeous sky and cotton clouds and colored rocks mixed in with rich greenery all poured out from God in a continual flow of never ending beauty. A constant outpouring of love and beauty and life. My aliveness felt complete in that moment.

We grouped together and held hands in a circle as thousands of angels, people from the future, and other people who happened to be meditating at the time joined us. We stood basking in God’s holy essence until I thought I might burst if I didn’t share it, pour it into people in need.

Naturally, the only place to go this morning was to the Philippines where so many people are desperate. It seems as if every year brings more disasters somewhere in the world, weather and man-made. There are always people in great need.

So as a group we walked to the islands of the Philippines and I thought how their lives should be easy and filled with beauty surrounded as they are by beaches and an aqua sea. Just the opposite filled our vision. I couldn’t do much but I tried to spread hope with the promise that help was coming. I hugged a few people who seemed in great despair. Then I met a young person, a child really, who was standing in the rain. I told him to gather up a few pots or pans. I explained to him that water was the most important need right now and that aid would arrive soon. I know he heard me because he set a jar up and opened it to the rain. Then he began to gather pots, cups and bowls and anything else he could find that would hold water and lined them up also. Soon he was surrounded by jars filling up with clean water from the sky. He was shivering and cold from the rain but seemed happy to have something to do. A few people came and asked for his water and he shared it with them. More people began gathering the rain into containers.

By now my rosary was ending and the others had similar success helping a few people. Our efforts may not be great, but every little bit of hope can help. My own soul felt filled from my visit. I always receive more than I give. We in the group said our good-bys until next time we meet, and I had to wonder what new disaster might befall by then.

This is the closest example in a photo I could find but all the light arced forward. It was beautiful.

11/24/13

Church this morning was unusually spiritual. A man asked us to pray for him before he goes in to the hospital for an operation. Father Thomas spoke about how this sacrament for the sick used to be called “The Last Rites.” We all smiled when he told us it should only be called that if you are standing in a cemetery. As Father began to speak the words of the healing sacrament, we all stood, as usual, and put our hands up, facing those at the alter. While Father said the words of blessing, Jesus showed me a vision of what the healing light from our hands truly looks like—A million streams of light made arcs throughout the church as if our hands were fountains of light. I promised Jesus I would write about what I had seen this Sunday.

11/25/13

I threw off all the thoughts that swirl in my head by imagining them as chunks of ice falling away from me to lay on the ground until I pick them up again. Now I was ready to walk with Jesus and we stepped onto a high meadow-like landing with tiny wild flowers mixed in with grass. The others met with us as the wind swirled around our high perch.

I thanked them for joining me. They said that they pray much of the time, so why not pray with me for a few minutes a week. That seemed to make sense. Our world needs prayer but most of us aren’t capable of sustained prayer. Thinking of this, I went to a monastery and thanked the monks in black robes for their prayers. I also went to a group of Buddhists, and a group of praying nuns and other wonderful people who make it their life’s work to send prayers around the world. I told them how thankful we all are for those needed prayers.

I wanted to help people today, if I could, but, as I told Jesus the others, I just couldn’t face war or people in desperate need. I preferred to hug sad or sick individuals this day. So I did go to a number of people, always with Jesus as my guide. I went to a little girl in a hospital who seemed to be dying. I felt God swell inside me as I reached out to her with God’s healing light. I realized that while the light was so bright and powerful, the bad fog that tries to take her over was blinded by the light. Dark can not penetrate this kind of light-energy. I hugged her as she too filled with light. I saw myself untie the strings and knots that bound her in sickness. I asked her if she wanted to stay here on earth with her parents. She said she did because she had a lot to do when she got older. Jesus smiled so I knew she would be fine and healthy, that Jesus healed her.

I also went to a boy with brain cancer and filled his head with God light. I prayed for him to get well and let him know he might have the opportunity to live. I said this because a child can become resigned to leaving and even be happy to go back to their home in heaven. I think Jesus likes to give each child a choice.

With Jesus at my side, I went to a few others this day, an infant in the hospital and a very sick, older man. Then I went to a lady who was about to commit suicide. I filled her mind with glowing light and could almost feel her wake up as if from a bad dream. Suddenly her mind cleared and she couldn’t wait to get back to her children because she had so much to live for.

This morning healed me as well. I had been lacking of late, but now felt revived. The best remedy for any one of us is to give something of one’s self to another person. Filled with God-light, I felt rewarded. I deeply hope that some people are reading this and will follow this example that Jesus is teaching me because there is nothing that I do that others can’t do as well. That is part of the lesson. I am average and learn as I go along. Anyone can learn the same, although it may take a long while. It certainly took me a long time to wake up enough to recognize and then allow Jesus to be my guide.

11/29/13

In a democracy, everyone should have the opportunity to work and provide for a family. It is all about employment, education and hope. Even with such hope a person can still mess up because every one of us are still growing and learning so I would add patience to the list of a well working democracy.

Maybe it would work better if we were to take a few needed steps:

• Change the base pay of every leader in congress and city to reflect the average pay of the people they represent. That way if the people’s wages go up, so will the representative’s wage.
• All corporations and businesses should provide jobs based on their profits, perhaps a certain number of workers for every million in profit. A business not based on employees, like in the financial sector, could sponsor employment or training. After all, the job of any corporation or business should be to make jobs, even invent jobs when necessary. So those who complain that the government gives too much away should recognize that it is their civic duty to create jobs.
• Everyone in a democracy needs a good education and the opportunity to use that education to its fullest. Smaller class sizes, deeper concern for each student, enough resources to insure help is needed when necessary and the promise of free college admission should be a standard.
• Every person has a civic duty to contribute to their family, city, and nation. Instead of pulling young people into war, pull them into working to help other people, fix up homes or clean up the cities, etc. (Many high schools are already doing this on a small scale.)
• We need to discover what makes people go bad and learn how to correct the problem before such a backward life takes hold. In a caring nation, dysfunctional families would not be allowed to disrupt their own and the lives of others. Caring institutions and people along with vast funding could eventually cure this malady.

Well, that is my dream for our nation. There are many more ideas and fixes I haven’t written and problems as well. Probably the most impossible idea to achieve on my list is cutting into the wages of those who are supposed to represent us, those leaders who make the laws and write their own paychecks.

Well, I accept this is dumb. Why put such a lofty list of goals on the web? But it is something to think about because things seem to be going from bad to worse and we need to make changes for the better for everyone. People don’t need charity, they need jobs. I remember years ago when I was a young mother living in a small apartment. My husband had the cold, dirty job of pumping gas. It wasn’t much but it was a living. Today, those millions of jobs have disappeared at the touch of a button. Guess we could move to a dystopia of the machine age. Let robots do all the work and the whole population could be on the government dole. What a horror of a world that would be. But wait, aren’t most people already getting some kind of subsidy through what we eat and drive and use every day? What can I say, it seems the world has always moved towards failure or disaster, but with the help of good people and angels we have constantly pushed back at the worst of it. So my list isn’t impossible, just improbable right now. Good will win out in the end.

11/30/13

I wanted to travel with Jesus this morning but felt I needed to pray for the people on earth instead. After I met with the others on the mountain, my friend suggested that we do both. So we held hands and reached our minds towards God. I felt God’s invisible light penetrate every part of my body and soul until I glowed with love, then I walked with the others to spread this food for souls around as much of the earth as we could. We hugged people as we walked through China and the Middle East and France and over the ocean into the Americas and back around to where we had begun. With every step, one of us reached down to give encouragement. I concentrated on the children who had cancer and then hugged the doctors who need to deal so intimately with the children’s pain and their parents sorrow. I promised them that a cure will be found one day and that cancer will not be the scourge it is today.

Each of us concentrated our own prayers on specific people. Often, my mind would drift away, but then I’d catch myself, and go back to the place I was a moment before. I think of it as a momentary mind loop, a bubble that I slip into but climb back out of again. It doesn’t matter because as many times as I drift away, I am able to come back to focus on the person I am praying for. I like to include my own difficulties because I think it may help someone else in the future.

After we walked the earth sending God-light around it, we stepped into the sky tunnel, that invisible tree that will direct us forward and up into space. As we walked up its length, I could feel its life pulse against my hand and I felt a sense of wonder and joy flow between us—two different species connecting.

When our group stood at the edge and looked through the soft curtain into all space, I said to Jesus, “Will you direct us today?”

He agreed, so we followed him as he stepped off the edge. We stepped onto flat, white stones with irregular edges that were laid into the ground. They seemed deliberately set down in the midst of vivid green grass. The grass was tall but the white stones were large enough for two of us to stand on at a time.

We continued to walk from stone to stone following the path as it was laid out, moving towards a grouping of pale colored trees. When we got closer I was amazed at such trees as I had never seen before. They looked like a leaf stood on end and just as paper thin. I couldn’t help putting my hand out to feel the fabric of the tree. It felt like paper but with an elastic stretch in between strong veins. I think it was like a soft rubber. These trees made quite a sight as they were lined up in strange patterns, yet all the edges faced the stones we walked upon until we came to a fork in the path. A tree stood fronting the stone path. It was ten feet across and we had no choice to choose one direction or the other.

One of us pointed right, so that is the way we turned. Now the trees lined the path with their edges facing us once more. We were led us to a hollow where we saw a few small cottages made out of tree material. The roofs looked like tree leaves laid down in a slant for the roof but oddly, the whole of the small homes weren’t covered. I could see trees as sections of walls dividing up the rooms.

As we stood admiring the view of these strange houses, we saw a few people, very human looking, walking in and around them. The people wore colorful clothing and looked just as we might in our own woods, but I am sure they were not humans from earth.

Jesus spoke up then and told us, “This is a preserve.”

We weren’t sure what he meant until we continued to walk, following the white stones up to the edge of a tall hill. At its summit, we looked out onto a wondrous city made of glass. I think I saw small flying cars moving between the tall spears of glass. Oddly, or perhaps not odd at all, the buildings were thin and tall with swoops of points that resembled the trees we had just walked through.

We didn’t go into the city. I didn’t think I could hold my concentration long enough. Jesus smiled and said we could come back another time to look at the people more closely and their city. I did notice that there were miniature tree shapped flowers in vivid colors leading down into the city. They stood out against the pale, bluish glass spears that were almost hard to see because they were the same color as the light blue sky.

I have often wanted to paint these places we travel to but most of them look so much like earth that it didn’t seem worth the effort. It is as if a million earth like planets and civilizations float in our milky way. But some places do look different, and this was one of them. I couldn’t have imagined a tree standing on edge like these did. I wonder if our scientists would consider such a tree membrane more a plant or animal