4/2/14

I noticed that we had a number of new people join us this morning. All of us began sitting with Jesus in the wooded cove where I can orientate myself in place. I watched the sky shine through darkened leaves high up in the trees, I put my finger on the wet gray rock to feel its roughness and let the icy water trickle over my hand. Then, to really get into the mood of place, I walked out of the woods and began to climb up the steep slope of a tall mountain, its sides rocky and filled with broken slabs of rock. The top, far above, was like a green toupee spilling over the edge. I began to climb and felt the round, gritty rocks as my hand grabbed at them and I felt my foot slip on small stones. Never in danger, but it felt scary just the same. Near the top I grabbed a tree root to pull myself, but Jesus reached down to take my hand and pull me the rest of the way up. By now I felt solid enough to know and feel the soft sun on my head and arms. It was wonderful.

Many angels came to join us this day and a number of new people stood with us atop the mountain to give worship and honor to God and call for God to fill us. As we stood, hand in hand, invisible mind-body touching and intermingling with other invisible bodies, God gave us more than light. I swelled up and seemed to disintegrate into digital bits and particles of matter that dissolved into waves and for a mere moment, I felt joined into God, intermixed with the trees and flowers and bugs and air particles and clouds of moisture and living animals and people. For an instant, I felt a part of all matter on earth. After such grandeur there seemed a needed pause, as if to regroup, and the others must have felt it as well because we each seemed to open our minds at the same time to fill up with God light. I swelled up with light-energy and stood with the others to launch the flow of extra soul energy all over the earth, until it was covered enough to come back as small waves like interference upon a vast sea.

Now, swelled up with spirit and light, each of us began to go about the earth to share the light with people all over the earth. I went to many people, a man in China working in the field, a child who was about to step into danger who I was able to turn away, a Mexican women working in vegetables in the US in great need for a burst of hope and God energy. When I crossed the ocean a whale joined us in our spiritual march so we went below the sea to spread light-energy there as well. I went to numerous children and felt so greatly pleased that many could see me, I invited them to join us in the Cathedral of Light. I also wanted to show the newest people its beauty.

We stepped up to stand beneath a canopy of golden green light, a paradise for worship where all was perfect. In its center sits a mandala of the universe, but I shortened our visit to a walk to visit the Mary, the Queen of Heaven. She is always receptive to the many prayers of people who line up before her with petitions and prayers. She seems pleased to welcome us with every visit. She stood before us as a women of great, flowing soft, white light and smiled down with love at each child. The children were awed and stood amazed at the sight of such a beautiful lady. She gave each of them a rose that melted into their hearts and this delighted them.

By now the rosary CD was complete and my mind was getting tired. I know my limits so I waved good-by to the children as they popped back home and we adults nodded our own leave taking and parted. I felt pleased and as I write this meditation down so I won’t forget, I still feel the aura of love from God inside my soul and look happily forward to whatever I will do this day.

Not a great sketch but it is the way the flowers looked. The ground should be a lot darker.

4/12/14

I often wish my eyes were like a camera so I could take snap shots of what I see when I travel with Jesus. Much of what I see is amazing, if only because it is off earth, but a lot of it is also ordinary and familiar. I speculate about evolution and know it is somehow directed because I can see that many other planets took the same steps that got the earth to where it is today, perhaps the same ages of volcanism and ice ages and eons of life trials then death.

It is absolutely amazing and I would share it if I could. I can’t, instead, I added a small sketch to this writing. I have tried painting some views before but they fell short. Now I have resorted to quick sketches. That seems to work better so I may start putting more on this page.

We traveled for a short time this evening. I found it hard to concentrate but my friends encouraged me to continue regardless. Jesus led the way up the sky tunnel and we stepped off into a speckled purple ground. When I looked closer, I saw that the ground was scattered with strange, light purple flowers shaped like paper cups laying on their side, all of them facing in the same direction. I assumed that they grew this way to catch the slight breeze that wafted past. I thought I could smell perfume. Each had a long style of tiny, yellow beaded bulbs in their center. Perhaps they resembled a lily without the stem because these seemed to be sitting directly on the ground amid vines.

We walked through the field of flowers to the side of a green forest and right away we noticed that the people living had made good use of the flowers. The surface of the small huts were covered in the round, paper like cups, now a darker purple, but even the huts were shaped like the flowers.

I wanted to touch one flower on the hut to feel if it was dry but was distracted by a man who stepped out of the hut. His skin was brown like leather but a female’s skin who stepped out behind him was light blue, but so bright and lovely a color, she glowed in the dim light of the emerald forest.

We followed the man as he walked to a small field of sharp, knife like leaf blades,

each serrated on its edge like a kitchen knife. The knife like leaves were clumped into separate bundles. He stepped into a bundle’s center to gather some kind of precious honey or nectar he then put into a leather bag. He did this a number of times.

We soon saw on his return to the hut, one of about ten sitting in a simi-circle, that what we thought was leather skin was actually the bark of a tree made to his shape. As he peeled it off, more people joined him from the other huts, smiling with pleasure. I got the impression that his chore was some kind of ritual because they handed the pouch around to each member of the group. Every person’s skin was in various shades of light blue. The people’s skin seemed to fit perfectly next to the purple huts and brown and green trees and other fauna nearby.

Just before we left, Jesus explained to us that these people were very young. That this select group of people were living a paradise-like existence with all their needs met by the available nectar, berries, and fish. The seasons were mild, and there was almost no sickness. The people were youthful and happy and so innocent in mind and spirit they might have seen us if Jesus hadn’t blocked us from their view to keep their peace.

“Do they travel or migrate?” I asked

“Not these people,” Jesus answered. “These are a singular group that stays together, though others on their world do travel and they have met a few.”

I saw from above a scattering of tiny villages that filled a valley and understood these were the people Jesus was referring to who did not travel.

“They live a perfect life, don’t they?” I commented.

Yet, I speculated that such a perfect life wouldn’t last forever. If they are young they will eventually grow older and go through trials of life.

He agreed and told us that after a long span of time their lives would change as all things eventually do.

I thought of the horrible strife on our own world and the rising and falling of civilizations. All a part of life I guess, but knowing this doesn’t stop the pain. Thousands of years from now these simple people may also go through the birth pangs of complex civilization, but maybe not. Some worlds are quite tame compared to earth.

We nodded our good-bys to each other and left.

Andromeda Galaxy Imagine living in a lighter night sky

This evening we traveled to the same world as yesterday. I wanted to see it in more detail and Jesus seemed pleased to show me. We stepped into the same field as we did before and I noticed once again the flowers of light purple, like half bowls laying on their side with the golden nectar in the center. We walked a short ways to the village and there I did touch one of the flowers built into a hut. It felt dry and leathery and was much darker. I wondered if they used something to change the texture or if the flowers just dried that way.

We watched a few people walking here and there. With their light blue skin against the purple of the huts they looked an essential part of nature. The people were of regular size with human features and long dark hair. We watched them work or play, it was hard to tell. One person had his hands in a bowl of yellow sap that I assumed was from the nectar of the flowers. I noticed another person with a bright yellow cloth painting small figures on it with black paint. She would dip a stick with frayed at the end into a small bowl to get the black paint. I saw that they wore little clothing and hardly needed any. The weather was so mild it seemed the only reason they built huts was to go inside away from the rain. Yet, the forests looked deciduous so they may also have a short winter.

Jesus explained to us that they did not worship any God because they had no need to do so. They loved their starry, night sky, the products from the forest and their life in general. They were a laughing, happy people. As we walked towards the forest, I watched a few children play and saw that adults often joined in to dance around with them.

In the forest next to the village there were small saplings mixed in with huge, tall trees of great diameter. We walked further and came to another village where we watched a young boy and a few adults bending sticks into a hut. Another person was picking up dried purple flowers from a huge bowl and placing them carefully on the hut atop a thin layer of grass. I noticed the ground in the center of the village was covered with huge, green leaves that looked and smelled fresh. I wondered if they changed them often to keep them that way.

In all, Jesus explained that these people lived a simple beautiful life, although this wasn’t a paradise world. He told us that their situation would change one day when they confronted a people from far away.

I realized that this happens to all people in God’s kingdoms. We are born innocent and then change comes until we go through different stages and finally into maturity. Our human growth into maturity would probably take another million years, that is if we make it. The whole universe is a grand system of intricate life potential through growth and change. I stand in awe of the grandeur of such a vast workable scheme.

We left and I smiled good-by to Jesus and the others who had joined us on this visit, a visit that gave me much to think about.

As though God were looking back at us

4/16/14

Now that I have gained in age and wisdom, when I ask God’s forgiveness during meditation, I think about all the life I have destroyed through neglect, fear or childishness. I think about all the house and garden plants I allowed to dry out or go thirsty, I think about the dogs and cats I neglected and the mice I poisoned, I think about the husbands I yelled at or mistreated, I think about my children who I often neglected for selfish reasons. I think about all these things and then know I am forgiven because God loves me. I understand it was all caused by ignorance but my sense of guilt doesn’t ease until God’s blessing sits on my shoulders. I think that surly, God knows I didn’t mean to do it, yet, I can’t help but damage more life before my own is done. How could I do otherwise when even washing my hands kills life? Even so, I feel contentment. It is all part of the plan. All any of us can do, although ignorant, is continue to learn and grow.

The Living Cross (one of my better paintings)

April 18, 2014-lamentations

On Good Friday I went down to St. Hyacinth Church on McDougal because the service has solemn and moving prayers. I couldn’t stay for the full three hours, but I stayed long enough to listen to the Lenten Lamentations and thank Jesus once again for his sacrifice. Half the lamentations were in polish and I could have read the words but it pleases me to just listen to the swaying emotion. I didn’t cry as much this year and asked Jesus if I was still ok. He smiled and assured me I was.

We spoke of his sacrifice and how Christians are remembering what he did for us this day. I imagined Jesus needing to be in every church with all the worshipers around the globe during this time and felt amazed that he could do so. I can hardly hold my mind steady for more than a moment.

“How can you be everywhere at once as you are today.” I asked Jesus.

I didn’t expect an answer and Jesus let me bask in the wonder of it all for a while then Jesus walked with me to hug and whisper to a few people in need. I went to a little girl sitting in a corner holding her hands up to her ears so as to block out her parents yelling at each other. I assured her that it would be better soon. I was reminded of the times I did the same without regard how it might hurt my children. I went to a tiny baby, hooked up to medical equipment, so very tiny and my heart went out to the baby as I kissed its forehead. So tiny, so beautiful, so precious. You will get well I whispered into its infant ear. How could it be otherwise with Jesus by its side.

I stayed for the stations of the cross and found the prayers good food for thought and only teared up once. It is unusual for me to cry at all because I am not very sentimental. I stayed a while to listen to the organ resound throughout the church, wonderful. I felt good as I left, pleased by the service so much I intend to invite my youngest son who was baptized in this church to join me next year.

4/19/14

This morning Jesus and my friends and met me in the forest near the natural well. I told Jesus that I hoped to help just one or two people this morning and asked him to direct me to a few people just on the cusp of making a decision. I remembered what Mary told me once “That is more valuable to heal a person’s mind than their body.” This is what I would do if I could and perhaps with Jesus by my side, I can. We walked out of the forest and this day I suggested to all of us we go to the American west where I had seen photos of gorgeous flowers rolling over tall mountains and red rocks. The flowers only come out after a spring rain. We all absorbed their beauty as we stood high above the scene and called out to others to come and join us. A surprising number of people did join us. Their spirits flowed in from all points of the earth and the angels joined us as well. We all held hands and turned our minds towards God.

We asked that God increase our love energy so that we might share it with others around the world. I felt filled with such love that I couldn’t hold in inside myself any longer. I had to send it outwards and did watching the love flow as if soft light beams covering the land.

We all stepped out to various parts of the earth to share hugs and God energy. I went to a young man carrying a backpack. He was running away from some kind of damage that he did. I didn’t know what he’d done but as I hugged him I whispered soft words to him about strength and courage. “No one knows you have left yet. There is still time to turn around, go back, and face the music. You will be a better person for it.”

I said this over and over and he finally began to listen. He turned around and headed back. I also went to a young mother who was very frustrated with her children and her job and didn’t think she could cope another minute. I held her and promised her that it would be better if she could just hold on a short time longer. I felt her sigh in acceptance. Another distraught mother I went to was sitting with her child at a custody hearing. She was dressed very sharp as was her daughter. I stood next to them and prayed that it would work out for them. I also went to a boy about ten who felt angry and hurt and unloved. He was about to climb out a window and go with a gang of other kids he had been told not to hang out with. I flowed downstairs to his mother who was so angry herself she made the sign of the cross in frustration. I smiled and held her in my arms and told her to hurry up to her son. To my relief, she did. She went up to his room, opened the door and told him they were going for a visit grandma. I watched as the boy smiled reluctantly, but he followed her out of the room.

By the time the rosary had finished, I felt good within myself because I felt like I’d been able to share a part of the spiritual wealth God had given me. God has been so good to me I feel the need to reciprocate. As we grow in age and wisdom, most of us learn that it more blessed to give than receive.