Rabbit I saw in my flowers one year.

I am already looking forward to working in the garden.

Just wish it would warm up faster.

4/1/16

Poverty can be easily eliminated along with most city crime—all takes is a job for everyone who wants one. Sounds hard to accomplish, but is it really? Not if corporations bring back the manufacturing jobs from overseas. This might be easy to do if the tax havens were eliminated and our own government becomes the employer of last resort. In order to save money, our government would need to close the loop holes on taxes by the rich corporations and tax those who send jobs overseas. Why not? As the article “This is a Really Dumb Way to Fix Poverty” by Zach Carter explains: Sending money and jobs out of the country in trade gives us cheaper prices but takes away our jobs. Lose of a job is a high price to pay. The article outlines the problem in a few concise words. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/global-poverty-free-trade_us_57068933e4b053766188ef6b

This mess began with President Reagan and his trickle-down economics. Unfortunately the only thing that has trickled down all these years is greed, from top to bottom. Greed has become so pervasive that current employers need to keep the money rolling to satisfy their top board members. Worker’s wages have been set lower or even deleted because people at the top need to become richer. Economics is not my strong point but noticing the undermining our well-being and democracy is and has now become too pervasive to ignore.

The value of gainful employment cannot be overstated. It can give a person a reason to continue each day, an ability to purchase goods, a feeling of accomplishment, a feeling of wellbeing after a hard day of work, continued hope for the future. And the ability to mature and fit into the culture. This is exactly what many young men in the city have lacked for many years. Their anger and frustration has increased proportionally and with good reason, although, this same sense of frustration has seeped all through America, and is no longer just in the cities.

Still, many young people in the city don’t resort to violence no matter what their circumstance. It is my belief that those are the young people who regularly attend church with their families. I wish I could explain to all the people in need how important God is for a better life. When I was younger, I noticed that people who go to church drove nice cars and wore fancy cloths. I had neither. I asked myself if they went to church because they were well off or did going to church make them so. I finally know the answer. It is the worship at church that makes the big difference. It is the belief in God and Jesus and the continued struggle through that belief that gives many of us a comfortable life. I am not rich, but I have enough because I get direct help from Jesus and angels. The more I learn to love the better I feel and the more love I get back in return.

At life’s center, it is God who makes the difference, however the person chooses to worship their God. Even those who meditate without any idea of specific religion at its base can benefit greatly from the sense of peace that meditation gives. They can’t help but learn respect for all life, life which is God given.

April 8, 2016

During the rosary this morning I walked with Jesus up to the mountain filled with God light. I didn’t meet with the others for long or walk with them around the earth this morning because my goal was to say prayers for my family. I try to do this a few times a week, but right away, I felt the need to go to the hospital and hug a very tiny baby and feel its heart beat. I sent love into the baby to keep the beat regular. It always increases my empathy when I hug a baby.

From there I stood in the center of the nation and felt perplexed as to who I should go to, but as Jesus told me once, “Everyone needs prayer.”

Remembering this, I relaxed my mind, then the usual happens—I feel drawn to a specific person in need. I don’t always know what their need is but I surround the person with God light and the love energy that fills the light. This moment I felt the need to go to a very large overweight lady. She didn’t look overwrought but she could have been struggling with an inner difficulty, so I hugged her an extra-long time. After this, I began sending God energy to individual members of my family and others who I know.  

I hope my prayers help them make good choices. I remember a few of my own bad ones before I matured and shudder at my own stupidity. Yet, this is the role of life—growth and stumbles as we keep maturing. It is part of life to make mistakes and outgrow them. This is also why a young death can be so tragic. They have so much living left to do, which is why my prayers always include the city in the hopes of dampening the anger and frustration that leads to violence. Almost everyone I have met here in the city were good, concerned people. So many, in fact, that I am sure there are enough of us to eventually revert the violence into good. I truly believe spreading God’s energy and prayer is one step in the right direction.

Ah, spring is back

4/23/16

Ah, this morning was especially beautiful. I stood with Jesus in the forest with the smell of spring and green bursting out in buds all around and above us. The dead brush at our feet was about to give way to new life. I told Jesus once again how amazed I felt at our beautiful world. He nodded at my love for God’s continual creation and my continual pleasure in it during each season. I am glad I live in a temperate zone where I can be part of the changes.

We walked through the woods and began to climb up the high mountain to its peak. I thought as I climbed around huge boulders and scrubby brush how I would easily fail if I tried to climb a real mountain with my physical body, but it is the feeling of pushing myself upward and forward that helps orientate me to the mountain. I guess the only thing I take with me is my mind and the ability to see my surroundings, or imagine them, which may not matter because all of life may be an imaginary construct. Ha.

At the top of the glowing mountain, many hands reached down to help me push myself up and over the edge. The people who I am most familiar with were all there. They wanted to walk the earth this day, but first we gathered into a circle and concentrated God energy into our centers of being. I felt the light leave my chest like a flashlight beam and then when I moved my arms they looked like knife blades of light cutting through the air beneath the deep blue sky.

As one, we began at the edge of China and began to roll a huge 10 to 20 foot wave of light in front of us over the land. We walked into and through the winds and rains, disregarding the weather, and only taking note of the people we come across in our walk.

We rolled out the light like we were unrolling out a bound up carpet. Our carpet glowed with a light haze that covered many feet as if we were actually rolling out the sun. We pushed it over people working in the fields, people busy in factories, and people walking, people driving or people just going about their daily lives. As we rolled out the carpet of light energy a lot of people from each nation stepped in to join the march. A women from a rice field in China, the young girl I befriended in Iraq, an older man in the Ukraine, and many, many more. It seemed to me that even the trees felt peace as we passed as well as all other life that fills our beautiful blue planet.

We kept walking and pushing through Europe and into the Atlantic where the wave grew high enough to fill the ocean in front of us. Whales and dolphins joined us in the march through the sea. We stepped onto the Americas, a whole line of us behind the huge wave and rolled it across through cities and over mountains picking up more people as we went while others had dropped out.

We paused the light for a moment in Ecuador where a few major earthquakes had taken place recently, before pushing forward into the pacific. There we met new whales and crossed islands until we came to Japan where we paused again with the light because of their recent earthquake.

When we completed our march around the world, we gathered once more upon the Golden Mountaintop of God and nodded to each other, pleased at a job well done.

Each of us then went to our respective countries to spread the light more intensely. I came back to Detroit and its suburbs. There I found a young girl who was so depressed she didn’t want to get out of a chair. I hugged her and then spoke to her. She seemed to listen to my voice, so I showed her how to send God light out of the center of her being. I walked with her spirit and showed her how to send the light into a person she cared most about, her mother. She finally smiled with pleasure. I told her to practice and then she could continue to help a few other people in secret.

I believe that giving someone a purpose is vital to their well-being. Jesus did this for me. He gave me a reason to write, a reason to put my thoughts on the web. In other words, Jesus gave me purpose and then sat back and watched me grow. The purpose doesn’t need to be grand, but if it involves helping other life, it adds to and begins to fill up your own.