Image on a former crack house after I prayed for Jesus to clear it of bad spirits
4/1/15
I met with Jesus this morning at the well in the forest. Jesus is a large man and I deeply love him, which may be why I have always been attracted to big boned and tall men. I thought of this as we talked because I remembered that time a few years ago when I woke up after dreaming of Jesus during biblical times. The dream was a memory and Jesus told me I had been ‘Centering.’ In other words, all time and events flow outwards from Jesus’ life like flower petals. What we call reality may be the real dream. Well, philosophy is not my goal this morning, just a side path.
Jesus walked with me up to the glowing top of the mountain. As I entered the glow I felt God penetrate my being and fill me with great love. I joined with other people on the mountain. One of them reached down to guide me up to where they stood. We grouped and held hands surrounded by God’s light for a moment, then went our separate ways to spread this great love we had been given.
I went to a number of people to point out the glowing mountain peak to them. People who I perceived needed the boost. I went to an older male instructor in a college and suggested he close his eyes and then I pointed out the glowing mountain top. I explained that he could walk there in spirit. I went to a female teacher and did the same. I also went to an older woman who was praying and showed her the mountain she could attain if she chose. I went to a number of people, mostly middle age and pointed out the glow upon the mountain.
Some of these people were slightly down or feeling at loose ends, each of them seemed ready to take a new step towards God. Jesus was my guide in this. I learned something about myself while going to people this morning. I thought to go to a person who had been drinking too much to help them over the edge, but found that I wasn’t tolerant enough to feel effective. I don’t understand those who take drugs or drink into a stupor. To me it is like allowing something else to take over your mind. I prefer clear headedness. Jesus made up for my lack of ability.
By the time the rosary finished playing, I felt I had helped one or two people look towards the mountain. If I can only do this a few times a week, then I am honoring Jesus request. Jesus put the glowing mountain peak there as a guide for us in the coming days. A touch of God’s perfection atop our beautiful world.
4/1/15
Jesus watched some of Nova with me this evening. It was about all the new planets scientists have discovered using the Kepler Telescope. He seemed proud of the scientist’s work and accomplishments. Of course, this isn’t how he decides where we go when we visit a planet. He chooses planets with beings that I can relate to most of the time. He also chooses cultures that can teach or enlighten us on some point, even if we don’t know what the message is right now. Regardless, it may be a long time before we can actually photograph a planet and its people, but eventually we will if we keep learning.
It was Jesus who first told me of the billions of planets out there and the billions of choices it was possible to make when choosing where to travel. He told me once, “If you can imagine it, it already exists in God’s universe.” The next age will center around space exploration. All this while we continue to mature because Jesus knows our potential and holds us in great esteem because of it.
In my opinion, the Nova program faltered when they began to talk about intelligent life. Since science can’t put God into the equation because they must stick to the facts, they also can’t allow for “Directed Evolution,” where intelligent life might be given a jump start by angels or other higher beings or even the idea that a world can be terraformed to enhance intelligent life in the future. All this being said, even Jesus tells me that intelligent life is rare. Rare, but with billions of potential planets swarming with life, the possibility is greater than I or anyone can imagine. Even so, Jesus has shown me vastly different cultures of human-like people on many different planets, some of them actual humans who have left earth to settle on strange planets. And he was being selective for my benefit. It’s moments like this when I realize how wonderful it is to be friends with Jesus and how fortunate I have been. I hope we will travel again soon.
Also, I should mention how Jesus tells me to live, love and
be happy. This in spite of writing about Revelation.
Perhaps the idea is that we can’t change what is to come, but we may be able to
take the events in stride and keep on pushing on. Jesus tells me to be happy
and enjoy life, the life he bought for us. That is Jesus message to all of us
this Easter.
4/3/15
Jesus saved
the world. I wish more people could understand this. As I left one church and
went to another this Good Friday, a group of tall boys were goofing off in the
streets. I wanted to much to explain to them that they
could do this because of Jesus gift to us. If Jesus hadn’t died on the cross,
we would have annihilated our selves, our cultures, and our cities by now.
We would have already sent atomic bombs around the earth and none of us would
be here. I know this because one night as I sat meditating,
Jesus showed me what our world would be like if he hadn’t died horribly on the
cross. The whole round earth was burnt to a crisp. It was Jesus teaching us
about suffering and love that saved us. I deeply thank Jesus for giving his
life for us.
4/12/15
After I’d been outside all day I came in, sat down and relaxed in my old comfortable chair and told Jesus I was ready to travel with him. He’d said we would travel this weekend and he is always right. My two friends and two of their young adepts in training came with us for this travel. I hadn’t been traveling much, but both my friends told me they travel often. But I am the one who writes about these travels so it is good I still travel with Jesus once in a while.
As we walked up the sky-tunnel’s length, noting its throbbing
pulse within the smooth wood grain and the birds and butterflies that always
seem to be around, Jesus explained to us that we were about to see very
unusual, human-like beings on this planet. I remembered the bird like people
we’d visited not too long ago and wondered if they would be just as
strange.
Jesus said, “Stranger.”
I didn’t know what to think as we stood at the edge watching the colors sway in and out like a curtain against the stars until Jesus suggested, “Think pink.”
“Pink? Odd”
As soon as we stepped out of the sky-tunnel, we stood on a light pink ground with darker round growths everywhere. It seemed like a membrane of hills and valleys rather than a hard surface. It had darker circles growing tightly against the surface that smeared as we looked at the horizon. The sky was black, well almost black. Perhaps it just seemed black against the soft pink, maybe it was streaked in red and purple too. Small plant like things, darker pink and purple, a few feet tall, were blowing in and out, as if taking a breath. It reminded me of small animals in our oceans. Then a skinny dog or cat like being came floating by and puffing out some kind of gas. It looked like a poodle without any fir whatsoever in its middle, just puffs of fir in certain places.
“Are we in an ocean?’ I asked Jesus.
“No. But the air here is very saturated and damp.” He answered.
We walked
further and the breathing fauna with the moving leaves got taller and more
frequent. The huge leaves were edged in black or dark red and finally got
taller than all of us. The membrane was
still beneath our feet and I couldn’t help the feeling as I was walking on
a skin of some kind. This place was icky times ten. It was beginning to get to
me. I thought if I had weight, my foot would go right through the surface. Of
course, I had no weight, but couldn’t get rid of the feeling of discomfort as
if I were inside a womb.
This proved to be partly true because as we walked deeper into the strange swaying breathing forest we came upon a group of pink bodies. The group was composed of small people, hanging on each other, almost slithering around, twisting and turning. The people were really pink and didn’t have any clothes on as they touched and interacted in strange ways. They were so pink and plump it was scary.
Jesus told us that these were newborn infants. Ah, no wonder they acted so strange and were naked, but they were half my size. At least now they didn’t seem quite so uncanny, but I still didn’t like them. We learned that we were in a nursery enclosed by the strange pink and black tree stalks with large leaves.
As we moved in closer, we saw a taller person standing at the edge about twice my height. Jesus told us that this was an adult who was supervising the infants. I was relieved to see that this person looked like a normal human except for intricate red swirls that covered its whole body. I got the impression that these were tattoos symbolizing its tribe and other information.
Jesus explained to us that we couldn’t be seen. Also that these people had their own technology vastly different than anything we would understand. They used membranes to communicate with each other around their world. Jesus also told us that we humans won’t ever come across these types of people even when we go into space because we would avoid their kind of world. Good, because the place still felt creepy.
I was relieved to leave and was relieved to see blue sky
again through my living room window. I wasn’t sure why Jesus brought us to such
a place, but thought it might be because I had written about him always
choosing earth-like planets, easy for me to understand. I guess he wanted to
show us how strange a place could be. Well, he did. I could not understand that
pink place and felt glad to be back beneath my own blue sky.
I begin to wonder if any other planet humans visit will ever feel as good as earth to us. Will we always be like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz saying, “There is no place like home.” Our earth is the most precious and unique place in the universe and we had better take good care of it.
4/18/15
Through the years, Jesus has given me hints about what he and the angels do on earth, in spirit and physical form. They might provide touch here, a thought there, a blessing within a certain group, an effort to encourage more of us to keep going and doing well. I have sometimes berated myself as a failure because I haven’t done enough for other people but perhaps when I write about angels it takes some of that failure away because I am teaching what could be important. Many people are not failures and some of those people are angels who chose to live actual lives on earth for Jesus. Jesus told me a while back that I am an angel. He meant this as a literal statement. I knew it was true as soon as he told me, but also that I am only one among many. Most of these people/angels don’t know that they are angels. So why did Jesus tell me? He could have told me five or ten years ago, but didn’t. He must think that I am mature enough by now to accept and understand and possibly he means to encourage my writing about angels and their work on earth. To many it would seem odd to label myself as an angel because we think of angels as being superior and perfectly attuned to God. They are unless they have agreed to be born again. In that case, an angel is like everyone else, subject to failure and wrongdoing and forgetfulness. Some people born again angels remember other lives they have lived almost like shadows of the self. I think the one thing we all have in common is that we eventually come to re-love God no matter who we are or where we reside on earth.
Those angels who we would define as real, true angels might
also choose to work on earth for a short time. They may take on the role of a
person begging on a street corner or doing other work to influence people. Some
other angels always live in the clouds beyond our reach. My stories about
angels are fiction but are based on potential truths that we know in our hearts
could be real. It as these angels who taught me through example how they worked
among us. I once met an angel who was begging for cash. It wasn’t until I began
walking away that I realized the truth because when I turned around and looked,
the person was gone. This happened to me many times; a good means of teaching
me what is what, but it took many long years before I finally got the message.
Angel or not, many people are working for Jesus and may become angels in another life. Surly, there are so many good people in the world together we must outweigh and outnumber those few bad ones. And that may be the most important purpose of any angel, to keep adding to the goodness. In this battle for souls it is everyone’s job to help Jesus insure that good wins.
4/20/15
I keep thinking about the icky place Jesus took me to the other week. I don’t want to go back and am not sure why we went at all unless it was to show me how strange some places could be. I am not the best of reporters. I have a hard time seeing details in the places we visit, but I keep trying. When I perceive a human form, I don’t necessarily see enough detail to describe the body in full, only in general terms. I don’t count fingers or notice hair or a specific shape of the eyes. If a body looks sort of human, I call it human. I suspect that intelligent life most often takes on a humoid form because it fits well with purpose and an upright posture can more easily manipulate surrounding objects. Only a theory but it makes sense.
Some other kinds of life Jesus has shown me did not make sense. I will always remember the pattern of lights made by multiple bits of lives that actually lived in space, somehow not breathing air or living on a planet. A whole book could have been written about such life and perhaps will be in some far off future. In fact, every minute, every life, every place during our travels needs a full essay to do it justice, but our visits are quick as is my writing of them. My purpose is probably only to enhance or give credence to the general idea of life beyond our earthly shores, not describe it in detail. My other purpose is to show that the human mind is so versatile that it can travel beyond the body.
This amazing mind that God gave us, according to Genesis, a
mirror of God himself, combined with computer technology, will more then likely
be how we finally travel physically to the stars one day. This is actually
implied by much of our science fiction, the Dune Series comes most easily to
mind. Some writers don’t know it at the time but they often describe ideas and
places that are actual or will be one day. Jesus is
the reason for this.
Jesus said he would give life to those who follow him. That life lives in a range of time unfathomable to most of us, yet some writers can image bits of other time lived in their writing. I said before Jesus is like the center of a flower where all things or realties seem to flow out of. But maybe this only pertains to our sense of the lives we have lived and will live. I know I have lived many times upon this earth at Jesus request. And I know I will live again and again. Once in a while, I have seen glimpses of a few of my future lives. I don’t think living many lives is true for horribly bad people, but I don’t know. I remember Jesus showing me creepy spirits climbing out of a deep dark well, groping for the light, but never finding it. They couldn’t see Jesus even though he stood right next to them.
Well, enough. Don’t want to go back to that dark dungeon. It is enough to know and teach that those of us who love Jesus are given multiple lives, often lives of struggle, but also a lives portended to be beautiful and wondrous.
Lovely photo
of Michelle Obama
4/22/15
During meditation
this morning, after talking with Jesus and walking up to the golden mountain
peak to meet with the others, I thought of all the love that surrounded us. Our
bodies and minds were filled with love and this is what it would be like on
God’s world. As I walked down the mountain to share this love I thought of how
lacking in love humanity can seem to be on the surface. Yet, most people share
what love they can. A beautiful photo I saw on the web this week comes
immediately to mind. It was a photo of Michelle Obama hugging a small little
girl in her arms. It showed such a striking and spontaneous gift of emotion, it
touched me deeply as I am sure her love touched that little girl. I think it
shows the personality of Michelle Obama in a raw moment of emotion. It showed
her heart going out to that child as I am sure her concern goes out to the rest
of the children in
We can’t all show our love so easily, yet our prayers can
help children. I find that when I go to a child in spirit and hug them or send
them my love, they usually accept me during this momentary visit as just a
normal part of life. I went to a young Ebola orphan in