Child of light (The child’s eyes are filled
with God)
8/5/13
I remember Jesus
taking me to a place with a amazing and magical fountain that I imagined was
far beyond what we can do today, and then when we walked behind the fountain, I
was surprised to see what looked like African huts with children playing
outside. Jesus told me at the time that these children were precious and
unique. This was so because they were part of a genetic program that was trying
to recover black human skin. Now I think about this and realize it must have
been about a million years into the future because the continent of Africa is
so filled with people of black skin today it is hard to imagine all of them
changing to lighter skin, yet, one day, their heritage will be deemed so
valuable that many resources will be used to try and bring it back.
I was thinking of this on this beautiful Monday morning and also how differently Jesus and his angels must see us and the time we live in knowing that we live in their past. Certainly Jesus’ perspective is different seeing forward and backwards in time. I imagine the angels watch and shudder at some of our follies, but dare not interfere too deeply least their change makes it worse.
Imagine going back to the 1500’s and watching Leonardo DeVinci paint and build designs and weapons of war. Imagine going back and watching the rise of Hitler? Or watching the start of industrialization and the coal dust that chokes a million throats? Dare an angel hinder the industrial revolution even though from their perspective of the near perfect environment on Angel World the air is clean and nature grows unhindered.
Oh, well, just speculation this morning before I begin my meditation. I remember many places Jesus took me and relive the lessons from each visit. I haven’t been traveling of late and wonder if I am getting too old for adventure. Maybe this is why it is wise to teach the children. Although, on that subject I often misstep by going to the very young because in truth, we are all children. Yet, most of us children have lost the ability to imagine, and a vivid imagination is what it takes to begin to travel.
Some adults can more easily than others, those who meditate or work in art or music or write fiction. Some people have written fiction settings on other worlds that truly exists but they think they invented the fiction. So I and others teach the children who will be the adults in 20 years. There is good reason for this.
Not too long ago, an angel spoke into my ear saying, “We believed you.”
The meaning was clear. They are people from the future who were desperate for escape and took my writing to heart. Eventually, they followed today’s example of standing on the mountain to call to God, and they learned to walk on the earth and through time and space. I write this to bolster myself up because I suspect few people read this effort to record my visits with Jesus, but I am assured that in the future it will get read and some will even take it to heart.
8/12/13
During mass
this Sunday, Father Thomas mentioned how fortunate he feels to have lights that
turn on at the touch of a switch because in
A few flowers from
my yard
8/17/13
The first thing I did this morning was tell myself I would travel with Jesus today. I haven’t done so for a long time and felt the need, so after our group met upon the mountain and called many people to us, I asked Jesus if we could travel this morning. “Would you take us to a planet close to earth?”
“I already did.” Jesus answered, “Many times.”
I suddenly understood that many of the planets we already visited through the years were in this same galaxy. What an exciting idea. “Could you lead us to someplace entirely new this morning, to another planet close to earth.”
Jesus agreed and we began walking up the sky-tunnel with a few children running in the lead. (Sometimes these children are from the future). When we got to the top edge, we saw a curtain flowing and waving as if from a slight breeze through a window. We closed our eyes and stepped away.
The first thing I saw was a pallet of brilliant color, then I noticed an anvil of red that filled half the sky. When I looked to my left, the sky looked a vivid blue hovering over a pink horizon. As I looked closer I saw the horizon and everything in front was filled with pink flowers. I bent to take a closer look and it became obvious these were not earth flowers. Each flower had multiple tube like petals growing around a center. Every flower seemed to be the some shade of pink growing from a light green stalk. The grass growing between the tight packed flowers looked earthly enough. I suppose grass is universal. Because of the grass I assumed the flowers were growing naturally, even though they all resembled each other.
Then we lifted up into the air and Jesus led us further across the land and we saw fields of the same flowers but in shades of green on light green stalks. As we traveled further we saw vast fields of purple then yellow flowers. Amazingly, every color of flowers was grouped to fill miles and miles of land. Flowers seemed to fill the whole planet.
“These flowers must be planted,” I suggested. “Nature wouldn’t grow so many of one color in one area.”
Jesus agreed and suggested I look closer at the flowers. I did and saw that many other tiny stalks with flowers grew amid the taller ones. If this had been cultivated fields on earth, we would have called the grass and small flowers weeds.
So it was once cultivated but now allowed to grow wild? As far as the eye could see from above patterns of different flower spread over the land. Then we went even further until we finally saw tall trees, a million green trees growing in rows and lines.
“There are different kinds of trees in the groups.” Jesus explained.
They all seemed alike to me. It was a strange sight.
“Why grow everything so separate? Why not grow flowers and trees together?”
When Jesus didn’t answer right away, I looked back at the sky and the red anvil was still there even though it seemed we had traveled half way around the planet.
“And what is that huge red spot that seems to fill the right side of the sky every place we go?” I asked Jesus.
“I’ll show you.”
Jesus took us further over more colorful flowers and green trees until we saw huge, tall glass domes, oblong in shape, divided into levels, but standing tall as if they would reach the sky. It looked like the domes were built as the flowers and trees were, too many to count, all the same and all standing in one area. Even here the red anvil sky was evident and reflected red on the side of the glass towers.
We went inside one of the towers. I realized that it probably wasn’t glass but plastic because everything inside, the rolling stairs and furniture and everything except the people seemed to be made out of the same clear stuff. The people were human-like and did wear different colored clothing, but there seemed to be millions of people moving up and down and around inside the glass enclosures.
We went outside again and Jesus explained that the red anvil in the sky only looked red because of the sun rays reflecting off a deadly substance in the air. The people had released it accidently and now it roams over the land in erratic paths. The people can never be sure exactly where it will flow next, so live in the glass domes for protection.
He took us into the thick of the deadly air but we could not see anything different about it except the effect it had on the fauna growing beneath it. It many areas, the green grass had blackened and flowers seemed sick or shriveled but at the edges below the flow of red tinted air you could see pink flowers struggling to stay healthy. It seemed a lost cause if the air stayed too long in any one place.
These people must have very different minds than we humans. I can’t imagine such methods of growing food or living as these people do.
Jesus told us that the whole society thought like this, but added that there are a few people still living wild on the planet. We went to see them.
What we saw were a few low mountains and in the valleys of the mountains lived small groups of people. Oddly enough, the same type and colors of flowers grew up the mountainside as if these people also cultivated them for food. The plots of color were smaller.
“The people on this planet will not survive.” Jesus suddenly told us.
“Isn’t there something you can do?” I asked Jesus.
“We can not change a whole culture. There are some people from other places who gather samples from every world. They will collect and transport a few of the people living wild along with samples of the fauna to a new land before the end.”
This was a sad thought and we decided to leave at this point. Also, back on the mountain I realized I hadn’t prayed for anyone this morning. I’ll do so later today, I promised Jesus. He has said prayer is important, but I think these travels are important to Jesus too. Some times they serve as a warning that if we go too far on our own planet, there will be no one who can save all of us, not even Jesus.
White rose from the side of my house
8/19/13
I felt lackluster all weekend. I had a lot to do but only accomplished what was necessary so I was feeling blah and tired during early mass and could hardly keep my eyes open during much of it. This changed when I went up to communion, Even if I wasn’t thinking of him, Jesus was thinking of me. After I walked up the isle, and put my hands out for the host, Jesus’ spiritual hands joined mine as I reached for communion. It was such a wonderful and pleasing gesture that I felt better and even drove to visit family. Jesus always gives me hope and the will to continue. I don’t know what I would do without him and wish everyone had this same encouragement.
8/23/13
This morning I went to groups of young boys and tried to turn one or two children away from starting serious drugs. I think taking drugs are the worst mistake anyone can make in life because it drags a person down sometimes to the depths of hell. I found a group of boys in the suburbs gathered together laughing and about to experiment with something. I grabbed hold of one of the boys and prayed and begged him not to take that next step. A small step but one that could damage him forever. He did not. and then he called his best friend out of the house and together they walked away. I was thankful. I don’t think he heard my pleas but he might have felt my concern strongly enough to think twice about what he was about to do.
Next I
found a group of older boys mixed in with younger boys. Some were selling
cocaine. I said to any of them who would listen that taking cocaine was like
murder. It is what causes the beheadings and murders in
Often, a younger child might think I am an angel. I don’t mind. During the time I walk in spirit with God I am sort of an angel. I think about our myths of angels and am thankful that the children have at least Christmas angels as a reference. What if their mind didn’t have even that simple background to grab hold of? Then what would they think of a spirit trying to help them? I am not sure. We need our religious culture. I hope we never loose it.
Beautiful old painting.
Not sure who the artist was.
8/24/13
This morning after we had gathered upon the mountain, I imagined the complexity of the world and how God’s love runs through it. I saw the sky and earth filled with a 3 dimensional net made of light, a view of life always moving and always being created, a net that sunk into the earth at the same time it rose up high into space. I saw the birth and death of matter, all part of God’s stage play as we live life along its uncountable threads. I saw that all life and worlds were wrapped within this net of being.
As we made a circle and God filled us with his great love, I sent this extra breath of love forward and watched it touch each node of the net. The others did the same. As I looked over this love net that covered the whole of earth, I noticed hot spots in every nation. I wondered if I should avoid those places or pour more love into them. Then I remembered that God rains on everyone, rich and poor, sinners and saints. Who am I to judge. So I poured breath throughout the living net in front of me and watched the glow travel forward as it received a little bit extra of love-energy.
Then I went to a number of babies and held them tight. This always reinforces my ability to empathize. I felt each baby’s cheek against my skin and watched their closed eyes and little mouth move. This ability is enhanced by memories of holding my own babies long ago. I couldn’t help thinking as a baby cried how tiny were its woes for such a huge sound and smiled, then gave each baby a kiss. Ok, enough for now. My imagination has out-run itself.
My pond
Flowers from my yard
8/30/13
This evening I sat at my pond and my two friends came to me with Jesus and said they wanted to travel. I agreed but said I didn’t know where to go. I looked at my one friend and suggested that he choose a place.
He said he’d like to go to a planet where there were still catholic monks.
I remember a place we went once before. I turned to Jesus and asked, “Can we go there,
Jesus smile was enough of an answer, and immediately we were standing between long rows of food plants. We walked for a short while and met one of the monks who live there. He seemed able to see us even though we were invisible.
He took us on a tour as we asked him a lot of questions. He didn’t mind answering as he pointed out the pastures for horses and cattle and the many different fields of vegetables. He showed us mentally, as if from above, how they worked and gathered together even though they were of separate religions. I saw monks walking around wearing black, brown, red, yellow and white robes. I knew some were Catholic and some Buddhist, but others I wasn’t sure of. It seems that monks of many stripes have the same wants and need for peace and are drawn to this planet. Certain monks first came to this planet long ago to escape serious problems on earth. Now, they no longer use rocket ships. Anyone is welcome who wants to live their kind of peaceful unhurried life.
“Many choose to do so.” he told us. “Many also teach. Come I’ll show you.”
He led us into a huge building made out of logs but in its center was a large pool like structure that ran with moving scenes.
“Often if we are called out to a civilization on another planet to teach, we come here to view and study that culture before we travel there. We are called on frequently, and many here love to teach our way of peace.” He added, “Most worlds have a number of these viewing portals.”
This seemed amazing but not beyond belief. What did seem harder to believe was that he also told us that because of their wholesome lives of peace, certain people have said the planet rings with the sound of soft bells.
But aren’t there animals? I asked. I was thinking that animals must eat by killing their food.
He explained that there were no large predators on their continent and that small animals eat very seldom. Peace reins here, more so than on other planets. But in this age most planets are more or less peaceful.
I looked at Jesus, “Then this is a paradise world?”
“Very close to it.” He answered.
I asked if they send their minds out into the universe to help other people.
“Many do, of course, but our physical travels are confined to this galaxy. They use the Nexus for most physical travel. Rocket ships from primitive times are no longer used.
This was a nice visit and we left before long. I had learned more than I can write about. I did ask my friend if he felt satisfied with our visit. He answered that he felt content that Christianity will never die out.
“Jesus will come with us into space as the Universal Christ.” I agreed.