4/4/09

I spoke with Jesus for a few minutes when we met this morning. I asked him, “Of all of us who meet, are you the only one who is not real?”

He answered, with a grin, "Unless, I am the only one who is real."

I laughed. “No, I meant human.” Then we both laughed.

He said, “I am not human, am I?”

“Oh, you know what I mean. I just wondered or thought that you are different than the rest of us who gather on the mountain.”

“Do I look different.”

"No," I had to admit, but of course, you are.”

He smiled at my silly dilemma and we left it there.

We had begun walking down the mountainside to meet with the others and Jesus asked if I wanted to go to the small cove I often like go to.

“No, this is beautiful enough."

Spring was popping out everywhere with tiny wild flowers struggling against the snow and green blades rising as from white ashes. The northern hemisphere is coming back to life. It is too wonderful for words.

"Yet, should we go back to my question of who you are?"

“If I am God, then I am as human as you are because everything is composed of God-mind.”

“Well, I think you are God, though you don’t look like God. I mean the big God in heaven.

Jesus laughed out loud at this.

“I lived as human and now I look human for you so you can speak with me comfortably."

I knew he was right because he had told me the same thing many years before. I tend to forget some conversations we had. Just now, I thought about all the things that God is and the different forms he could take on and felt overwhelmed. Then laughing at my own imagination, I said, “Yes, you could be some kind of stick creature with arms and feet everywhere and going every which way. It would be hard to talk to you in that kind of body."

I meant it as a half-joke. Jesus smiled at my words, but I got the impression that he truly could take on any shape that was needed, on or off Earth. This is too much beyond our reality I decided I’d better leave the whole subject alone.

Our walk was delightful this day, and I felt like skipping instead of walking, and did for a short while. When we arrived at the gathering place, I sat down on a huge boulder, as if I were tired, which is never true here on God's mountain. So it was just habit that made me think I needed to sit down. I sit many times during the day at home.

The lack of physical limitations is an obvious truth here as also in the Cathedral of Light. I have brought children in wheel chairs to visit the huge whale who visits one huge wing, but tell them to send their chair back home.

The view was nice from the rock. I could watch people arrive and gather in the distance.

“Are they coming together just now? Am I late? Should we hurry?"

This wasn't one of my dumb questions; Jesus understood and decided to answer this one.

Jesus said, “The people gather day and night, at all times. Since I began calling people to assemble on God's Mountain, it is never empty of people who are ready and willing to gather for God's energy and meditation.

“This is an ongoing thing then. Well, a dumb statement on my part. I already knew that people gather at all times, but it is one of those concepts that aren’t easily understood. I also know that as we will walk into the future, more and more people will join these meetings. Jesus calls, we listen.

Today as I watched the people, I noticed, once again, the glow that emanated from each individual. It was as if God was already present because of our proximity to assembling to absorb his light, as if we didn’t need to call on God for more energy because it is already given to us as we draw together.

At this thought, I jumped up, as if I had reverted to childhood, and said, “Lets join them now.”

Jesus smiled at my seeming youthfulness. When I am here, I am no longer a plodding senior citizen but a young, energetic, wise, and knowledgeable person. Ah, here I can have the bliss of youth and the wisdom of age. I thought, what a combination as I ran down to meet with the others.

Right away I noticed my friends who I often meet with, those who I used to call Y, and V. I noticed that W was here today also from the middle east and many monks in red and yellow and brown. I have to admit that many who gather seem to be in holy orders of some kind, but not everyone. I nodded to a few people who were ordinary, everyday people, like myself.

I noticed, right away, that I had stepped into an area super charged with positive energy. I felt like my hair should stand up because every part of my body tingled. This was God at work and we hadn’t even gathered into a circle yet.

When we joined into a circle, the energy intensified right away as if a cloud of golden dust had erupted around each of us. We used to join the beam of light shinning from our bellies into the center of the circle, but now we are becoming energized at once, as soon as we gather. Perhaps, some among us still need to feel the light emerge from their bellies (Jesus tells us in the NT the this will happen one day, but I forgot the chapter).

It is ok to still need the feeling of sending out a beam of light. I panicked when I couldn't do it for a while, but let it go and all was well. We all need to take one step at a time. And it is for those who are new to the meeting that we gather into a circle and some of us join hands as God reinvigorates the energy within us from negative to positive, these terms are just symbols because I don't really know how to define the light. They are my way of describing the indescribable. My whole body tingles with God-light, how can anyone truly describe that?

This day, when I was ready to begin, I wanted to walk across America to fill it with God energy from shore to shore. I felt that positive energy was greatly needed here and a few others agreed that a walk in America was needed. We began in the most obviously crowded place, NY City. We went into areas that held the worst of crimes and sent light out in huge streamers that shot out ever-which-way.

Then we separated slightly to walk across the land, each of us like glowing giants as we walked forward. I stopped at a farm where an old couple were sitting at a wooden table in great distress because of problems with their livestock and produce. I was a little surprised at this, but admit my ignorance. It seems to me that many people are buying food no matter if the economy is bad or not. I didn’t know farmers could be so hurt. The how and why doesn’t matter when we are covered in the pain of fear. I hugged each of them to enclose them with God-light. Then I filled their whole farm house, that looked to be hundreds of years old, with God’s light energy. Perhaps God's energy will help them revive hope once more.

We walked in a line across the Midwest, I imagined each of us as invisible giants scattering golden seeds along our path. This was well and good, but most often, we take note of individuals in great need.

One of the others called me over. There was a young girl with long straggly hair balled up in the corner of an old shed. She seemed alone and frightened. I spoke to her as I hugged her because I knew that many children can hear us especially when we are charged up with God-energy.

"I love you." I said to her. Then added, "You are greatly loved." We didn’t know what else to do, until we heard her brother calling to her. He found her and all would be well. We walked on.

Such a small, single incident that we had caught, but imagine all the people lost physically or mentally at any specific minute in time, people who really need help. We are too few. How I wished we numbered in the millions, then we could really do some good. Better yet, if people reach out to Jesus, he will help them. Amazingly, he is able stand next to all the people who call on him, at the same time.

As it is, we did what we could as we walked westward. It had been a long while since I did walked like this during meditation, and I was happy to suddenly detect the whale who often joined us during our walk across the land. I wondered what it must think of us and wondered if it is unique to its class, a leader, or is this ability to mind touch us humans a part of the general whale population. I doubt if any of us will every know the answer. Of course, most people still cringe at the idea of such great intelligence in another species.

I liked walking across and over red-orange-purple mountains. How beautiful and I imagined they changed color as the day worn on. I went to a child in the hospital. This child had many broken bones. People were gathered near his bed because his body was going through such great trauma they were worried that he wouldn’t survive. He looked to be about five or six. I gravitate towards children, for some reason, and immediately went to him and surrounded him with light. I gave him as tight a hug as I could. Surly, God’s positive energy will revive him.

It is this energy that gives us birth, keeps us living all our lives as well as everything around us. It is immeasurable, yet hard to find unless our minds become tuned to it, this grand substance we depend on for life. We are like minnows in a vast sea ignorance of that in which we swim.

At the end of the rosary, I stepped down into the cavern with the others are was delighted at their growth. Now they had enlarged the area of God light and three people were standing within its center and I assumed that they had studied how to control themselves beneath its great power. Raining down, looked almost like a search light shinning on the three people. Many small people stood around the light on its fringe holding their hands towards it as we would put our hands close to a fire for warmth.

One small person came to me and said, “We change the people in the center often because the work is so intense, but we are learning about God."

I don’t know why, but, I get the impression that these people have never heard of God or heaven or any thing about religion, as if they had been cut off from normal existence their whole lives. I am beginning to think that these small people are survivors from a aftermath in earth’s future. Perhaps they woke up with nothing, not even God? How sad, if true. I don’t really know who they are and this may be my imagination running wild, and nothing else. Regardless, they are now teaching themselves to grow in love and spirit.

I nodded good-by to the others I thought of the people in the cave and compared them to some people today. I read many good books and watch good programs on television that are negative on the idea of God. I wonder why. Is it because the writers are often young and it often takes a lot of life experience before we begin to realize there is something grand beyond ourselves, or the overriding darkness that causes their ignorance or fear of religion.

I don't know how to pull people towards religion. I can do the job Jesus set out for me, I can to write about our small but growing understanding of where God is taking us and where he wants us to go one day. Each one of us who meet with Jesus (Buddha to some) are becoming the epitome of what the future will hold for all people one day.

4/5/09

As soon as I sat down in church, I saw that Jesus was standing in the isle today. He wore a white gown with a deep red over coat or tunic. I hadn't seen Jesus in church for a while and blame myself.

I said to him, “I am pleased that you are here today.”

I meant that I was pleased to see him, but his answer thrilled me.

“I am in many churches this day.”

It feels grand to know Jesus stands with us during a special mass. I felt tingles run up and down my body with joy.

Actually, if I’d remembered that during Palm Sunday mass we bring up the crucifixion, I would have went to the 6:30 service. I forget this same thing every year, that we must read about Jesus suffering in the gospel reading, right after he is praised with Hosannas. I feel Jesus passion too vividly and hurt from it. I usually cry, and did this day too. At least no one sang This Old Rugged Cross, that can send me into sobs. I imagine my finger getting caught on a sliver from a rugged piece of tree, and can't handle that Jesus is suffering so much worse.

This church sings chants that carry me back to another time and place, another celebration of the mass, a time when churches were filled to over flowing especially during the Lenten season. This idea of going back reminded me of beautiful cathedrals in Europe that I have read that the churches are almost empty.

When I thought about Europe, Jesus said to me, “They will eventually come back to the church.”

And I wondered what would pull them there which got my imagination to overworking.

Jesus added something else, he said, “The infection began there.”

I knew what he meant, the horrible darkness of soul. I imagined a cloud like an amoeba covering the land of Europe and wonder if Jesus meant it began in WWII with the Nazi's or another time. I don’t know. I don’t even know what signifies the infection because sometimes it isn’t always colored by what we would call true evil. Were the money grabbers in America evil or just ignorant? Whatever, the result on the surface seems the same. What about their souls? Well, that isn't for me to know.

Something else I realized just then, only taking about a minute of my time away from the mass. Maybe I have been wrong thinking the angels purpose was to change the future and save us from disaster. I hope I am wrong, because I believe they are trying, but can they? Can anyone change the future?

Just in case they can’t, Jesus is calling souls to him, turning souls towards heaven, as many as he can grab and convince to turn around. All of heaven seems here to help with this great chore. Everything is geared towards that single goal—the saving of souls.

Jesus said to me once, "Saving souls is vitally important. It is all that matters."

Now I have become afraid of my own writing and thoughts and tried to spend the rest of the mass concentrating on what was going on at the alter. Enough dire ideas for one day. It is bad enough that the statues are draped in purple until Easter, reminding us of Jesus horrible death, a death that I hate but admit we needed to remember for our own salvation.

Why did the people love Jesus so much one day they waved palm at him, and tortured him the next. What is the message for us? I guess it means to show us how the dark ones come to attack those who carry God’s light. They hated Jesus and wanted to stop him. He turned the tables on them by continuing to live an teach for these thousands of years and in truth, he will never die. We can all be thankful.

4/6/09

I was talking to someone after church about various subjects and I mentioned that I thought it was good to have an active imagination. I meant to imply that having an imagination helps us meet with Jesus because it can help focus on his presence and put us there with him. I realized later that most people have a different interpretation of imagination than I do. They may think of it as day dreaming or false images. By imagination, I mean nothing of the kind. I mean the ability to step beyond our immediate surroundings, enter a favorite scene, and meet with Jesus if you are so inclined. I mean the ability to allow mental sights and images to come across, the ability to see based on mind. Maybe I don’t know how to explain what I mean.

It is like trying to explain the reality of myth, most people think of it as false stories, it is not. Nether is imagination false if it is used correctly. Certainly if we sit and imagine our self rich or the hero, we are in a false little day dream. hen I walk with Jesus I am using my imagination to highlight what he points out to me. I have noticed that it is hard to see new and strange things, though surprisingly, most worlds are similar to our own. It shouldn't be a surprise, not when we think of God at the helm of it all. There is much difference between Drawn flower worlds, but more things are alike than not, at least, in our neck of the milky way.

I am not sure I made a good case for imagination so I need to think about it more. I probably should define what I mean better before I write another book with Jesus leading me to other worlds in the universe. I can just state empathetically that in no way is it false. If we think about it, we see our own world with our mind too. The difference is that we have many years in which to get accustomed to what we are supposed to see. Remember, everything, here and anywhere, is a thought in God’s mind that he allows us to share. I think that explains it all as best I can.

4/9/09

I read in the Freep about a Jewish celebration that is held every 28 years. I loved the small prayer that was said at the at the synagogue. "Praised are You, Almighty God, Ruler of the Universe, who carries on the constantly unfolding work of Creation." It is the constant unfolding work of creation that filled me with strong emotion when I read the prayer. I know this to be true. We are always in a state of creation, though we can hardly understand how. It shows great love to keep us going in spite of our many sins; love also that this Friday we will once again acknowledge and remember the horrible way Jesus died on the cross and the gift this gave to the future of humankind.

4/9/09

It is an election year for the Detroit City Council, expect that some things will get done—finally. Still, we need new faces, and most of all, district representation. When I sent a letter in to the Council about a problem on my street, I had to send a letter to each Council member. Crazy. I should have been able to make one phone call and talk to my represenitive for my district. Please sign a petition for this cause if someone asked you to do so. Petitions are available for signing in many places in Detroit.

Plus, if this last year has taught us anything, it is that we need to be extra diligent with who we elect to serve in the Council or Mayor's Office. I know by experience that it is almost impossible to remove anyone after they have been elected to office.

4/11/09

Thursday evening I went to the Last Supper Mass expecting a small, intimate gathering. I was surprised to find the parking lot almost full and the church with hardy any sitting room. The priests didn’t let the large gathering down, the mass was very elaborate with more than twenty alter boys and men, olden chants, the reenactment of washing the apostles feet, and a procession with golden threaded canopy while all of the people in church held a lit candle. Since I was new to Holy Thursday Mass before Easter, I was pleasantly surprised by it all. With so much grandness on Thursday, and no mass or communion on Friday, you would think the Easter Sunday Mass would be dull by comparison. It won’t be. Assumption Grotto has its own orchestra and they will be there for the 9:30 Easter Mass. I am sure it will lift us up in joy. I intend to get there early for a seat and spend the time talking to Jesus.

4/11/09

Ah, today I will work outside. There is so much to do because last year we had the explosion that really messed up the lots and I still find pieces of tar siding and glass in the yard. I doubt if I will ever stop finding glass. Still, now that the weather is good, I can’t wait to get out and get to work. I am finding that it helps my arthritic knees to keep them moving. It is only after I stop that I stiffen up and can hardly get up from a chair.

I exaggerate. I am fine and can keep going because I know the flowers will soon bloom. At my age, flowers are most pleasing and the little things in life become prominent in importance. Happiness seeps into my psyche at the sight of a fragrant flower or clump of green grass. I give Jesus the credit for much of this happiness; it was he who gave me the life long goal of writing. But another thing that happens at this age is that I get less done in a day than I’d like to with all the needed short, sit down breaks. Hope I can get back to my book and painting and get the yard done. Well, keep pushing.

4/11/09

I finished watching an excellent movie yesterday, The Gospel of John. It was authentic and followed the bible’s words exactly. It was really nice. When Jesus said that he would go and make a place for us in God’s kingdom, I knew exactly what he meant. Jesus would change a planet to look like a New Earth. I thought about this for a while and imagined the difficulty in such an undertaking. I thought about all the changes that happened on earth in the past to make our world what it is today including the changes going on even now, earthquakes, floods, and streams. I imagined someone moving continents to build mountains, digging oceans, and twisting rivers. It seems impossible in such a geological short time as two thousand years.

Jesus did it and thinking abut it, I felt puzzled as to how. I have visited this New Earth with Jesus. It is sparsely populated but it looks amazingly like earth, even the various cultures are set in the right place as if their were on our own planet. Here I am speaking specifically of India and its people and the western United States.

Finally, after all this mental haggling and wondering, I asked Jesus.

“Are you making it exactly like earth? How was such a thing possible?”

“No." He answered, "Only the main features and structures.”

I think he meant the mountains, diverse areas of specific fauna and animals and famous cultures that have survived the test of time.

I thought of why Jesus is doing this. It must be a hard thing to do, grow a mountain and even for him, it must take a lot of effort and time to reshape a world.

“Not so much as you might think. I chose a world that was already much like earth and made a few changes." Jesus told me.

A view East from my Yard This is still fabulously amazing. The engineering alone boggles the mind. Then I thought to wonder why? Why go to so much trouble? Why make a place for us?

Is our earth breaking up? Well it be destroyed by a comet? Will we destroy it ourselves? When Jesus said, "the evil one is already judged," did he mean that he is confined to this earth and will die with the earth one day? Or, is it breaking up because of an inner flaw like the angels told me once? If so, I imagine it will take at least a thousand years, or more.

Jesus spoke again, "Not so long as than."

I can only wonder at this and shudder. We humans probably won’t celebrate the year 3000, at least, not from earth. I think there is enough time left to save souls. That is why Jesus speaks with me today; this is why so many angels are here calling us into the churches, calling us to turn our lives around. Ah, the future of earth is an ugly subject. I think I will say a rosary now and meditate to get my mind off our potentially dire future.

4/12/09

Easter mass was all that I expected. Grand music and the solo voices sent my heart leaping for joy. With the music in the background, I was able to send huge waves of God's golden light rolling and splashing over the cities and into the countryside, then over the whole of the states. Others joined me, and we sent the crashing waves around the whole world.

I noticed some groups the light flowed over were bowed down by its weight. I imagine those who long ago chose to turn away from the real god, those who murder, hurt, and cause people severe pain. They cringe beneath God’s holy lighted breath.

I was glad to hear that pope Benedict is devoting a whole year in honor of the priesthood. Those priest who are left, those who still suffer because of the others who did wrong, deserve a year of honor. It is easy to blame priest because they are prominent. I think many Catholics have forgiven those who did do wrong and readily welcome those who stayed loyal to God.

Photo of my back yard last year

4/13/09

While meditating this morning, I kept thinking about the man made out of light who sat next to me in church one evening not too long ago. When I asked him who he was, he said, “It is me. God told me to come here this night.”

It was Jesus, of course, but different than I had ever seen him before. If I would have looked closely, I am sure every eyelash would have be defined by light, every fingernail, every pore in the skin. This time, Jesus didn't glow inside an aura, it was the body itself that was composed of light with every part defined to perfection.

Since that visit by Jesus, I have wondered why God sent him in that specific way. I visit with Jesus as Holy Spirit often, I have had Jesus appear to me clothed in splendor in my home a few times, but this is the first time he seemed in such detail, as light would be if it were solid. could be made solid.

I was too unnerved to reach over and touch him on the arm or hand, but if I had, I would have felt him as there, I am sure. With Jesus taking on this form, and one can only wonder at the angels or other beings, I would have never imagined such detail could be made out of light.

I think it showed a purpose, a lesson for me that has taken a long while to sink in. I have been wondering why for months. The only answer I can find is that I was to be shown that some beings are made out of light as if they were a solid substance. That and to show me that God supports my writing and Jesus endeavor to save souls. God agrees with what I am doing. God is in his heaven, all is well.

The purpose was for me to contemplate and take the idea in and know it. When Jesus said that he was from another place, he was very serious. He lived, then he was born, lived and died, then went back to where he had been before. He came from that place to visit me in church that evening. I will never forget his presence as he sat next to me. It is a new teaching that has come into the world to teach us, though; it may take years to figure out what it meant.

4/18/09

I relearned something today that I forgot, perhaps because Jesus took my hand this morning and walked next to me. When we walk as we did this morning, spreading God’s light around the world, we are not giving the earth new light, the light is already here. We exist by the fact of God’s energy holding and binding us in place. It seemed to me as we walked by sending out light, that we enhance the light already set inside us and everything around us. If the light we send out were a single atom, it could be compared to bringing it to a higher state of energy for a short moment, as if the light is always there but invisible and dim. Our effort brightens the glow, though it is only visible to the mind's eye, not our physical eyes.

During the walk, we stopped for a toddler about to walk into traffic and called him away from the street. We breathed a sigh of relief when his is mother ran up and grabbed him. We found a man so worried about loosing his job that he was about to get into serious difficulty after getting stone drunk. Such a unchecked bout of drinking allows the devil to step right into a person's psyche. We hugged him, as best we could trying to ease his fear. This was in Minneapolis, I think, and our hugs seemed to help him realize how much worse off some other people were. He calmed down and perhaps won’t drink quite so much.

As we got to the grand Canyon Jesus pointed out its many wonders to me. He has taken me there before and I love it all and hope to visit it in person one day. Well, maybe not. Maybe I get a better view walking with Jesus because I don’t need to worry about climbing rocks and can go to hard to reach places. This day, we left exploring for another time and stayed only long enough to enjoy the beauty of the mountains and the canyons for a moment. Then we continued on to California. When I looked back, the whole of America was lit up because so many of us had formed a strong line that wove from the north to south and across to the west.

I saw that others had did the same on every continent, that all areas of land and much ocean now glowed with light. I realized something else at this moment, this extra spurt of light from God helps give a lift not only to human souls, but also cohesion to the whole earth. God’s energy is the glue that holds everything together, though we can’t see this great energy, our hearts know it. I forgot to step down to the cavern this morning because I wanted to stop and write but I believe the others did. I may do so later today if I sit outside.

4/21/09

I feel so beautiful as if my whole body were smiling inside. This is the way Jesus makes me feel. This is why I meditate but, how could I have forgotten, I forgot. It is too easy to slack off and that has been what I’ve been doing often. Well, I feel grand now. I need to laugh at something I just learned from Jesus. When I speak to Jesus and ask him if I am ok, he always tells me that I am ok even though I feel lousy. Why does he do this? I just realized that the reason he tells me I am ok even when I am not is because I will be ok soon. Jesus sees into the future and knows that after each slide backwards, I will come forward again. Yes, like riding a sound wave through crests and valleys.

Speaking of sound, I decided I must say the rosary today because I forgot this morning. I began to say it and had to shove solitaire cards out of my mind and other things that kept sliding to the forefront. Finally, I stood with Jesus and we walked beyond the earth into the dark space above. I looked back and saw earth as so fragile is seemed to be made of tissue paper, layers and layers of airy paper, about to blow away or crumble. Truly we are actors on a stage, a unsteady stage with the most serious goal weighting in the balance, the life of our souls. It is all about soul: Jesus teaching, Mary’s appearances, the ongoing effort of heaven.

When I visited Shamballa, almost a paradise world, love is the rule, God is the center of every mind, and the people know the fragility of the stage on which they exist Here on earth, we are too much out of love, which means that the tissue paper holding our lives up becomes so important, it becomes the all. While we worship material tissue paper stage, souls die. Too many souls are in great need, too many souls neglect to turn towards God. Mary, the Queen of Heaven has entered our space, I imagine with great effort, to plead with us to love God and pray. Prayer recharges the soul.

Well I prayed this afternoon like I have not prayed in a long while, slowly and with feeling. I know I prayed well because when I began the rosary the clock in front of me read 4:35; when I completed the rosary, the clock read 4:41. During the rosary I walked and talked with Jesus as I reported above. The short time span amazed me.

was amazed. For those few minutes I said the rosary slowly and precisely because I wanted to make up for the times I run through it in a hurry, although Mary tells me that even a fast rosary counts, it still feels like cheating.

Seeing my amazement, Jesus said to me, “When you are with me, time changes.”

How true, how true. I should ever forget these words because I have experienced the time shortening or lengthening many times while with Jesus. Why, oh why, do I always forget?

In a Dark Place (Mary & Jesus on earth with the history of war waging around them)

4/25/09

This Saturday morning I was so anxious to get outside and get some of the yard work done I couldn't sit still for meditation. Calming the spirit and body is part of what meditation is all about, but sitting still was a hopeless task this morning. While I pondered a solution, Jesus reminded me that I could do my prayers at any time during the day or night, and I agreed because I often spread prayers throughout the day, anyway. I agreed with Jesus and got to work by deciding to sit outside in the early evening to meditate and visit with Jesus.

As it turned out, heavy rain kept me inside, but I still sat down to meditate and visit with Jesus for a short while. Evening meditation is harder for me than morning because I tend to feel restless. This didn't matter today. Our meeting on the mountain went so superbly well, it made up for my restlessness.

When I walked with Jesus to join my friends on the mountain, I was surprised to see that the whole rise of land was filled with people. I felt as if I had left for a year and come back to a multiplication of loafs. So many people and most of them must be new? My friend Y smiled as did V at my amazement. The beauty of so many people standing on God's mountain can hardly be imagined, but, you know, I did imagine it once. I did a painting back in the 80’s with Jesus and I together on a mountain with thousands of people standing up the sides of the mountain praying to God. Did I have an inkling of what would happen in the future? Perhaps. I gave the painting away to someone, and now wish I hadn’t.

We separated, each to go our own way to spread God's light, but I doubted that I could concentrate for long because I was so tired from yard work and running to the store, yet the color of the light this day held me captive. God’s light this evening was made up of rainbows that hovered over the land, blue, red, pink, orange, yellow. Jesus walked beside us as we spread rainbows around, through and amid all the people in the city and surrounding areas. I suddenly remembered that the rainbow is a direct gift from God who gave it to Noah after the flood.

Suddenly, Jesus smiled and said, “This is why I suggested you should wait until evening.”

wonderful. The rainbows sparkled like rhinestones and diamonds hanging in the sky. As I helped spread God's energy, I kept repeating my thanks to Jesus and God for this magnificent sight. As we walked through the city, the only person I ran into was a young man, soaking wet. I think he was waiting for a bus. I nudged him, or tried to.

“Look at the huge rainbow in the sky I said to him. I needed to repeat it a few times but he finally did look up and smiled. I could tell that he was sort of a hardened type person, even at his young age, but the rainbow put an instant smile on his face. The transformation was beautiful to witness, and I hoped that the rainbow full of God energy sank into his heart as well as his eyes.

After walking through the city, I asked Jesus if we could go to the cavern, a place that is guaranteed to be easy to light up with God because their craving for enlightenment is so great.

We met a tall person as soon as we arrived. She led us a short ways through the dim mist of the cave to a circle of light. There, a few of their young were joined in a circle and seemed to be meditating. The whole area where they stood was filled with God light from above.

The tall person said to us, “We have learned that the children can call upon God’s light more easily than those of us who are older. They have taken on this chore to help all of us. If you hadn’t came to visit and show us God’s light, we would have never known to reach out for it. Thank you.”

We nodded our thank you to them in return. This cavern always makes me feel worthy and productive because the people see God's light with a clarity that people in our own cultures don't. If the darkest place sees the light best, then perhaps the darkest soul can catch the light better as well? No, because I suspect that these people are more innocent and simple than earth's dark souls, so the comparison probably doesn't fit.

As we left, I told Jesus how happy I was that the people in the cavern are growing towards God.

Jesus said, “Many are growing towards God on earth too.”

Wonderful. We will keep working on the many souls of earth, including our own. We all need an overabundance of God energy and hope.

4/27/09

I was thinking of Mary, the Queen of Heaven, this morning, her appearances in our world, and the purpose for them. Some have been obviously warnings about the future. Generally, I think Mary is using her great power to call out to souls, to turn people's minds towards God. She seems especially to call out to those people who do not go to church or who go with only tepid feelings or to those who need a boast in their faith, hence the miracles that often follow. As our Mother in Heaven, she loves us greatly and wants to save her children's souls.

Jesus has told me numerous times, “Soul is all that matters.” He said that it is vital that souls turn towards heaven.

I think of this writing he gives me to put on the web, our visits to other worlds, the Cathedral of Light, the Sky Tunnel, the gathering on the mountain, (perhaps I should capitalize mountain because no matter where we meet, it is always God's Mountain) and wonder who Jesus means this writing to be directed towards. It seems to be directed to those people, already so deeply set into faith that they, in turn are to lead their people’s souls towards God, but also those people on the fringe of belief, who doubt there is a God, who have been turned away by religion, or who think science negates such being as God.

How can science go against there being a God when it is God who created science? Science is only one method of looking at this world God created. There are many other ways of seeing, some deeper than others. Some might say that the fallacy begins with saying that God is the creator, or they wait for proof of the Big Bang. Many thousands of years ago, it was said that Brahma creates the universe with each breath expelled and un-creates it again with each intake or one eye blink is thousands of years. This is a beautiful way to visualize the Big Bang as God expelling His breath to form all matter. Remember, I have seen something similar when Jesus and Mary took me to view the Source.

I am on a subject that I love, the need for science and religion to bind together. Jesus even told us as much when he said that he came from a different place. Jesus has appeared to various groups through the centuries in an attempt to teach them about space and the fullness of God that abides in it, different than here on earth where God’s presence is blocked from our minds and hardly felt. I imagine most groups were dismissed because they were too strange. Today we know there are other planets in the universe. Science and our ability to reach into that universe has taught us about the million of stars and planets that exist beyond our little green/blue earth. Today, Jesus seems to be pulling all of it together into one bundle of knowing, and for the first time in history, we might understand.

Jesus told me the other day, “Soon, the people on earth will see a few of these planets, the ones we traveled too and walked on.”

He told me long ago, when we first began traveling, that one of the reasons for those travels was so that the planets we describe would be recognized. There were other reasons for going as well, to show us the variation of worship on other worlds, to show us that our type of living planet abounds in the universe, to show us his own concern for all these various kinds of beings because they are also creatures of God.

I am happy that the Catholic church has decreed that life on other planets should be defined as belonging to God as well as us humans. This seems to be common sense, that no matter that we may run into a race of people who are too strange to understand, they still play a part for God.

When I think about strange, what comes to mind is the planet that Jesus took me to with the ebony people who hunt in white sand. Even Jesus said they were strange. Yet visiting below ground and noticing how they worship astounded me. They worship God as color and their sky tunnel, newly created just before Jesus showed me, is made up of a rainbow that reaches off their world into the universe.

Well enough of memory. Soon I will travel with Jesus, to where or what I will see only Jesus knows. I suspect we will do this for a few months while I write about it on the web and latter in a book. This time, Jesus may have something different in mind to show and teach.

4/28/09

Jesus told me again today, “We are going to take you with us when we leave.”

Of course, Jesus doesn’t exactly leave because he is everywhere at once, but the angels may pick-up and leave one day. Woe to earth when they do. Right now and for a long while they have stayed near earth to help us. I wouldn’t mind going right now except that what Jesus nor the angels never tell me is if I will be dead or alive when they pick me up. At my ripe age, with only about 20 to 30 years left at the outset, if they intend to wait until my natural death, then many people on earth may still have enough time to do a thorough cleaning of their soul. Hopefully, I won't have dirtied my own by then.

It is possible that I won't need to die first. Once, when I jokingly complained that I didn’t want this old body anymore, certainly not if I am going to join them and travel the universe to visit new people and planets.

I was told that I could remake myself when I am with them. In other words, I could choose my ideal age and looks. I like that idea. Nothing has ever said to me about anyone else leaving as well, most likely because they don't know themselves? regardless, I am believe that others will be going with the angels.

My fear is that, after this long visit, it might be a very long time before they come back to help earth again. I wish I could shout this from the mountain tops as a warning. If I were a lost soul, I would want to straighten up and fly right within the next twenty or thirty years. At least, I hope we have their help for that long, but who can say besides Jesus?

4/30/09

I read the papers and wonder: Could a lot of money be saved by cutting services to empty blocks in Detroit? Are they suggesting that a garbage truck will pick-up on one block, fly past the empty one, land at the next block to pick-up again? What exactly are we saving here? And don't water lines run through every alley? Will they cut off water to a single block then turn it on again a few blocks later? Well, maybe scattered street cleaning would work, but I doubt if it would save much money because downtown has the only streets that get cleaned now unless the city gets desperate to give out a lot of parking tickets. (Imagine the tickets the city could hand out for loud music, but our hip-hop mayor was against that idea) Could electric wires be rerouted around an empty block? So I'd like to know exactly what city services on the empty blocks the would be mayors talking about saving money on?

I have empty lots near my home and love it, the pheasants roam at will, even possums and a few rabbits, former back yard fruit and lilac trees abound. Nature is pushing its way back through the cracks of our third or half empty city. Why not let it?

Small farms could be part of this revival of nature, but I imagine that small farms aren’t going to pay enough high taxes. The idea of industrial farms might work great, and also be a good source of tax revenue.

In my opinion, an even better option for this city half empty would be to cut the administration in half that runs it, although this is probably a legal impossibility because we have tied our self in contract knots. Yet, it needs to be asked –Why are so many people in the poorest city in the nation pulling in huge paychecks? If we are truly a small city now, lets act like one.

Angel statue I bought at church