8/1/09

Just before I met with Jesus, Y spoke to me suggesting that I join them soon, his voice a soft reminder that I should join the gathering soon.

“We have been gathering for hours,” he told me.

Had I been neglecting to meet with the others? I think I might have skipped a week and felt contrite. I assured him I would be there soon, but first I wanted to stand on Mars, feel hard stones beneath my feet, look at the silent sky, and be alone with Jesus for a short moment.

I stood next to Jesus on a flat plain, his form clear against the ochre blue of the sky, mountains far at the horizon, and felt at peace. Total silence and clarity because now Mars is wiped clean of any kind of ugly vibes.

It may be my imagination, but I suspect that it was something very ugly that destroyed the planet and made it inhabitable. I don’t know why Mars has such an attraction for me. I have often wondered if it is something like a racial memory from eons ago. It is vaguely possible we may have come from Mars or be a composite twist of Martians and Earthlings mixed together. Well, it is fun to speculate.

We left Mars and came to earth to join in the circle. As soon as I joined with the others, hands upon hands, bodies together yet hundreds of people still sat on the grassed hillsides or on huge gray boulders. The mountain was crowded this morning. Everywhere I looked I saw people standing or sitting; yet they were also joined to the circle of mediators, one circle made up of hundreds of lifting spirits.

Y told me right away that we were trying something new this morning. He said, “We are staying in the circle at the same time we are going out about in the world to spread God’s light.”

An interesting challenge that I couldn’t wait to try. I stood with the others, suddenly feeling surrounded by God energy, as if a golden mist filled all space. I tried to do as they were doing, sending a part of myself out to people I knew to share God's light. Surprisingly, I stayed focused in the three bodies I was using, one sitting in my chair in the living room, one standing in the circle joined with others, and one roaming the earth for lost souls; although, I wasn't very good at zeroing in on a single individual. I gave up trying and went to touch the souls of many children. I don’t know if it does any good for such a short touch because children seem close to holy and don’t need much in the way of God light. I know I am being slightly romantic here. Many children are in distress because their parents are in distress. I should face reality more often. It is hard when the days are beautiful like we’ve had lately. It is hard to imagine people hurting or hungry amid such beauty and bounty.

So I gave up trying this morning and just accepted that I had accomplished something new and felt good about it. I nodded my good-by to the others as I left the circle. I think that many come and go as I did, only those with great control of themselves stay for a long time. The time we spend doesn’t matter. We all do what we can however we can. We are all on a learning curve towards heaven. Or are some people growing backwards? Sometimes it seems that way. But isn’t that the point of sharing God's energy, to turn them around in their tracks, head them in a new direction? I think so. In this war of hearts and souls we are presently fighting, I pray that the good side wins, and that Jesus not loose not a one of his own, and that his own will multiply and tipple the balance until all things are done. Ah, I am out of breath.

8/4/09

This afternoon, Jesus took me into the night sky to speak with the Wise Ones. He explained who they were, if I understood him right, they give advise to God or perhaps keep God in tune with the greater happenings on earth.

Here I couldn't help but question Jesus about his being God.

He told me that when he is with me he is simply a person, a ghost, a teacher, a friend. "Isn't that what you want of me?"

I melted at the very notion of Jesus being my friend and searched no further into an explanation. Who cares? All I know is that I love Jesus and want him near-by. Let someone else worry about specifics.

Of more import, was that the Wise Ones, the same ones I had met before, seemed less aloof than they had been. They seemed to be busy at a decision that I figure into somehow. It is for this reason that Jesus took me to see them. Perhaps to remind them I was his friend and writing for him? Or maybe it was to remind me of all the permutations involved that we know nothing about because we can’t see the different levels of existence. I am not sure.

Later, in front of my pond, Jesus and I had a good visit. When I told him that I was a little confused about what he wanted me to know about the angels. He reminded me that I had been to Angel World numerous times. It is the same world I call Shamballa, although I am not sure if this name is accurate.

Jesus just told me it was. I was uncertain because it is in the Buddhist store of knowledge too, although I forget how or why.

I think besides living here on earth, I am also living on Shamballa right now. When I went through the living Mandela, I really went back to my own childhood as I had lived it on that world. There, I am beautiful and young, living, working, and I suspect, often checking on the earthly part of myself. Now, that is truly a strange, but possibly true idea.

If true, then why would I agree to step down into this globe of beauty racked by upset and pain? I suppose I wanted to make a difference by helping Jesus accomplish his goals. In that I seem to have failed, but this old life isn’t over yet. I think this also explains why I know Jesus so well, and am able to speak to people mind to mind. Some talents are a state of mind, and if the rest of the universe speaks to one another, why can't we? If I do nothing else while living this life but to teach people how to speak and walk the sky, I may have did something worthwhile.

I follow Jesus. It is he who has called us to gather on the mountain. It is also he who pulls me up from the mud every once in a while and stands me back on my feet. I must grow more able to focus so I can show people about the truth of the heaven that awaits us.

8/12/09

Amazing event in hospital

The other night as I lay in the hospital, after the gallbladder operation, I suddenly heard the person who shared the room with me say something quite ugly, in a snotty voice, to a hospital worker even though she had seemed nice and friendly so far during my stay. I had the sudden fear that one of the bad ones, those shadows who enter human minds to cause distress, had entered the hospital, my room and the person next to me, perhaps for the purpose of attacking me. Within minutes, my fear was confirmed because Jesus had come to my rescue. Not only Jesus but about twenty angels who suddenly stood standing around my bed while Jesus, off and on, sat right on the bed through those long, dark hours. With such a powerful guardian, nothing could get to me to do real damage, and the person who it had entered could only turn up the volume on the television as its only means of causing me hurt. I couldn’t get to sleep; yet, I felt relieved because I was safe from any real kind of danger.

After about three hours, Jesus said, “It is gone now.”

It is interesting that it truly felt gone, as if it set up vibes of anger and hate that I could somehow feel or sense. The next morning the person was just as friendly and nice as ever even though she was in pain and felt angry that her problem hadn’t been solved. I think the thing, what ever it is, was defeated before it began because I do know that they must stay in character of the person they have entered. A nice person will not leave them much room to maneuver and spread their hatred. This should serve as a reminder to all of us to stay as good and nice as we can so we don’t allow anything evil to enter our psyche.

All this said, what I will always remember most about this night is the line up of angels who surrounded my bed and Jesus actually sitting at my side. I felt overwhelmed with love and comfort and thanked Jesus over and over for his help.

8/13/09 God and his son, Jesus, at my bed side

Last night, the same day I came home from the hospital, I had a frightening episode: I couldn’t catch my breath and my heart was beating too fast for me to catch up. It was my own fault because I had tried move too fast, forgetting I wasn’t supposed too, just yet. I screamed for my daughter-in-law who ran upstairs to help me, not that there was anything she could do, but using my breath to scream down to her seemed to do the trick because I was soon breathing again at my normal speed. It is terrifying to not be able to catch one’s breath and I can only commiserate with those who still smoke and will experience this at their end.

Jesus kept telling me throughout the scary episode that I would be ok, but wasn’t able to listen well. The same thing had happened twice in the hospital and the possibility that it could happen in my own home may have helped set me off in such fearful straights. It began as an over-reliance on oxygen until the doctor decided to cut the oxygen down in stages to lessen my dependence on it, a scheme that worked well, until that evening. Regardless, it was a short episode and the only thing left when it was done was a small rattle in my throat that Jesus told me would be gone by morning. It was.

Already, I have written two paragraphs about myself when what I really want and need to write about is what happened later. That is the event I will never forget, the event that weights important in my mind, the event I still see in my mind, and always will.

While I lay in bed that night, still trying to push past a slight fear and into the long needed, blessed hours of sleep, I called on God. Suddenly, God, in great golden glory, God as the creative force in the universe, God hovered over me in the darkened bedroom. God, the light of the universe, was sending flows of power directly into his son, Jesus. Jesus who was at my bed side, Jesus with streamers of light surging through him from God, the Father, Jesus, who’s hands were touching my own sick body.

I felt wondrously awake and alive. Stupendous would not be an exaggeration. At the same time, I felt comforted and a swim in pleasure waves of light. I can hardly describe its grandeur. I will try and put a drawing on the web, but even that won’t be enough to show the radiance of that moment with God and Jesus hovering above me. I will begin work on the drawing right away.

Jesus at my bed side with light flowing down from God, filled with the Holy Spirit.

(This is the best I can do without loosing the quality of otherworldliness.) The same image larger.

Note-I was reminded again today that our world turns on kindness and good deeds, that without people giving to people, we would be in a sorry mess indeed. I was out of town, leaving the hospital where I had just visited my son, and realized I couldn’t see out my rearview mirror. It had fallen on the floor. What to do? I was already on the road but realized it was dangerous to stay there. Luckily, I run into an Auto Zone store on the right side of the road, turned in and asked for help. One employee, Jim Sadler, took it upon himself to scrape the old glue, wipe the window, are re-glue the rear view mirror back on for me. After waiting for it to dry, I took off down the road again towards home. If he hadn’t helped me, I don’t know what I would have done. I hope that any time I am confronted with a person in need that will take the time to stop and think and give instead of hurrying past because every kindness deserves to get repaid and I owe someone out there a bit of my time or a few dollars—Random acts of kindness helps keep the world turning round.

8/22/09

My visits with Jesus and his instructions about the angels have come up short this summer because of my gallbladder and other problems, but it doesn’t matter. What Jesus has to teach us is timeless.

He said to me, “I have all the time in the world.”

The information he gives us is for the good of everyone, whenever we can accept it. I just had a sudden insight: Jesus said he wanted teach us about angels this summer, I wonder if it was the dark angels who put the many roadblocks in my path. Are they afraid we will learn the truth? Seems so. I suspect that some religious groups have long understood the real danger of the dark angels pose for us. Now Jesus intends to spread this information out into the general population or to those who read the web. He must be thinking that we are in serious danger and must learn how to protect ourselves from their dark mechanisms. I would prefer writing about nice and pretty stuff, but if Jesus wants the ugly put out, I will put it out.

8/22/09

Ever since my vision of God streaming light into Jesus, I see God as a golden cloud surrounding both of us when we meet. As I walked with Jesus to meet with the others, I noticed they were also surrounded by a golden cloud from God, as if the mountain they stood upon had scrapped against the sun and left part of itself behind. A gold coating covered the grass leaves and edged gold onto the flower petals as if the whole scene had been dipped in gold leaf. The wide meeting area, scattered with trees, grass and rocks, reflected the wonder of God vibrating with sparkling energy. I had to stop and pause because the beauty of the scene momentarily astounded me.

As Jesus and I stepped closer, and we nodded at each of the others in recognition, I had the distinct feeling that I’d known many of these same people for a very long time, perhaps forever. I realized at that moment that it wasn't strangers who Jesus is calling to the gather on the mountain, regardless that each of us wore cloths from a different culture, that our skin tones varied from dark to light, that few of us could speak the same language except mind to mind: No, gathered here are brothers and sisters, family friends, perhaps from long ago, perhaps from now, today, but the when or where doesn't matter because more people are coming to join in the gathering all the time. Many more will stand on God's mountain top, a mountaintop with room enough for billions, a place for souls once lost but finally found, for souls getting ready to find their way home. God's mountain—the stairway to heaven.

My house with new siding. Roof still needs to be fixed.

8/29/09

This morning as I met with Jesus I thought about numerous things, most especially how perfect God’s mountain felt as I walked along with Jesus, my bare feet stepping on cool grass blades and tiny stones. Oh, I just stepped on a large sharp stone and stopped to shake it off. This gave me more food to wonder about, such as, if God’s mountain is so perfect, how could there be sharp, unfinished stones lying around? With sudden insight, I realized the answer right away—unfinished is God’s perfection. Stones and every thing we know of from grass blades to skin to a strand of hair to a mountain range exists in transition, continually forming, moving, changing, forever partaking in the dance of the universe. Nothing is ever finished or complete in the precision of God's universe.

My mind tickled with this new knowledge; I looked over at Jesus and smiled my happiness. He always seems to share in my excitement when I learn new ideas because our growth is his growth. I felt happy and hurried my steps to join the others, feeling a sharp stone here and there beneath my feet, reminded that each tells a story of becoming, just as I was becoming.

I stopped for a moment above where the others were gathered because the sight of so the glow emanating from the people was pleasing and worth taking note of. Some people were already gathered into a circle, which is normal at any time on God's Mountain, and some people were scattered around lying on the grass or sitting on large boulders. I felt proud to be included in their number as I walked to join them. So many people glowed with God energy, the air tingled with anticipation. Some nodded at me as I joined them in the circle. As soon as I stepped into the circle, I felt the energy roll over me like liquid butter, gold that penetrated my skin, bones and mind with God as if I were the empty, waiting cup and God was holding the teapot full of nourishment.

Again today, I stayed in the circle, as did the others, and went about in the world to help the few people I could. The first person I was who needed help was a young women with severe back problems. With Jesus standing next to me, and on his instruction, I touched her back with my hand, a hand that became like a finger of God with its awesome powers to heal the rift of her pain. I watched the tornado of energy concentrate in the exact spot where the pain sat, watched the healing take place, but noticed that the pain didn't leave. A moment later, with Jesus help, I understood the problem. Now I moved the miniature tornado from God up into the heart, mind and soul of the women. I understood that this person needed forgiveness before she could experience healing, so saturated her whole body with the grace and energy from God and could only hope she understood and felt some relief.

Next I went to a very large man lying in a hospital bed. Right away, I perceived that his problem was similar. His pain didn’t derive from the purpose of is hospital stay but fear, anger and hopelessness from the huge guilt he was feeing inside. This time, I went directly to the problem, directing my hand to hover over his heart as I spoke soothing words of forgiveness to him. Jesus stood by during this time directing and helping me.

“God forgives you," I said as I tried to direct God’s healing power through and around his very large body. “Jesus is right here and he forgives you.” I said and this brought tears to his eyes. Even if his ears didn’t hear me, at least, his soul did.

After leaving, I reflected on how easy it is for us Catholics to be forgiven. All we need to do is to go into confession and recite a prayer of contrition, plus believe in the power the priest to forgive through Jesus Christ. What a wonderful grace to have for our benefit any time we need it.

During our travel this morning, after we went to a few more people, I came to understand, with Jesus help, which was probably his intention all along, that there are many different kinds of pain and as many causes for it, that not all pain is fixable by the medical profession, or even correctable by a cessation of guilt. I think also that some pain might be necessary as we get close to death; just as death itself is necessary. Also, I have no doubt that some pain is a wake up call to do something with our life, after we get relief for the pain, then we need to start working on the life we've messed up because we all seem to mess up our lives at some point.

Before I ended my meditation, I nodded to the others in the circle to notify them I was leaving, and thought again how little I am able to do in this world, this simple writing that few people might read, at least for now, although more readers may come in the future, while some people are given great tasks to do. Well, we can only do our job, but imagine if all of us found the job God gave us and did it, what a different world we'd be living in.