Dec 2-2016
A number of people from my
neighborhood have went to stand with the Sioux and other tribal Indians at
Standing Rock. I am proud of them for doing this. I find it amazing how bravery
can show up in the least likely places. The hardship in that camp must be long
to endure and everyday needs tiresome to keep up. I like to think that most
Americans understand their plight. Even if the company says the water will be
safe for a while, what happens after that while? Like in Flint, Michigan, some
government employee or corporate manager will say, “Woops, sorry,” and go on
with their pleasant life while the Indians living nearby will have no valid
source of water.
Water is a precious resource that needs to be protected.
For this reason we also dare not allow the Nestle Company to take more water
out of the Great Lakes. It would set up a precedent that other companies will
follow. Soon Michigan would be overrun with companies sucking up the water and
then putting their refuse back in like they did in the 1970’s.
The Indians are right to protect their water source now for
the future. Besides, this oil pipeline is the straw that breaks the camel's
back. The Indians deserve to be listened to. Just as the Black Lives Matter
movement deserves to be listened to. We finally need to stand with the Indians
who have had so much taken from them in the past. They are standing to keep the
quality of this great nation free of tarnish and we should stand with them.
I have wondered why President Obama doesn’t do more to
insure that the oil pipe gets moved. But politics is tricky. It may be that if
he does something to insure that outcome, the next president will come along
and change it just to go against Obama’s presidency. On the other hand, if it
is a popular movement that forces the companies to move that oil pipe line,
then there would likely be no push back.
I guess the most we can do to help is send some money. I
probably would have given up by now, so I admire the courage of those Indians
and will vote for them with the only way I know how by contributing to their
cause. Here are two links for Standing Rock Sioux: Lynne
GoFundMe and the Oceti
Sakowin Camp http://www.ocetisakowincamp.org (hope I put the links in ok)
After we gathered upon the mountain this morning and were
filled with God light, Jesus led us down the mountain to Standing Rock. I saw
that a blizzard had attempted to push back at the people, but they stood firm.
We walked among the people giving hope and lifting spirits. The two Indian men
who have been with our spiritual group since the beginning led us through the
many camps. We hugged the people as we met them. I reached out to feed the
souls of the younger generation who likely haven’t felt the trauma of history as
deeply as their elders. It may be hard for some to continue because the odds
are so much against them. A large number of older Indians already carried God’s
light within them and the glow from so much intense love filled the whole area
and beyond. I watched as we created a dome of love to cover the people and
protect them from harm. God stands with the Indians at Standing Rock.
I felt it wasn’t enough to spread love but also went to a
few very well off people and asked them to persuade the oil company to reroute
the oil line. I have read that the main reason for the company to stay is the
loss of profit, so if someone very wealthy would invest funds to move the oil
pipe line, then their input might change the situation.
My own feelings were that I cannot bare this to continue in
the country I call home. I watched a movie about Wounded Knee once and still
cry my own tears. America signed a treaty with the Indians then took their
land. Today’s land and water rights pertain to another treaty. We dare not take
what is theirs away again. If we want to get technical and legal about it, they
were the first inhabitants of America so, by rights, they own the whole
continent, and we are mere renters.
Dec 3/2016
We’ve
been invaded, conquered, and taken over with hardly a whimper. Still, I hold my
breath and wait with good faith that all is not lost. I have been watching
President elect Trump. It looks to me as if he is turning Washington upside
down on its head. If he can do this, then he will have done something no one
else has been able to do for a long while. So maybe this is a good thing. If he
can get a lot of things done, the right things like cutting tax loop holes, good for him. I hold my judgement, and hope for the best.
Other leaders with huge egos, like Napoleon, have had their
run in history, pulling nations through dangers as well as triumphs. Now
America has one of those leaders. Let us all pray that he prefers to keep
things rolling and pushes for greater things instead of undoing the good
already been done in our country,
After reading about
the new EAP choice of leadership, I decided not to put the above possibly
optimistic note about Trump on the web then changed my mind because there is
still hope. We must hold on to hope. Maybe President Trump will put his
business acumen to work in a big, unusual way--like putting every coal miner to
work installing solar panels on every roof in America. Now that would be
something to get excited about. Or installing small windmills on every roof. I
read that someone has invented small windmills for third world countries. Why
not here? Well, hope never dies.
As usual, there are two diverging roads this country might
take. If we take the wrong one, I worry that there won’t be enough people left
in eight years who remember what democracy is supposed to look like? We are a
world of children with great turnover which means we take a long time to
mature. How many people remember how owners of companies in the 70’s earned
only slightly more than their workers? If I hadn’t read about WWII or watched great
movies I wouldn’t know how devastating it was for the Jewish people in Germany.
Many young people today prefer to watch about history rather than read about it
so it is my hope that producers will keep making a few great movies that tell
the truth and teach.
12/10/16
This morning as I sat at the well with Jesus and tried to
empty my mind of everyday thoughts, the water touching my fingers iced up and
froze. I smiled at this because winter can be beautiful and as I began to walk
towards the mountain I followed a path in the deep snow that covered the silent
forest. Amazing how snow can wrap the area in a blanket of quiet with only the
tweet of a bird or small crack of ice. Here in Detroit, we have a snow storm
coming our way so my mind had filled up the woods with snow.
I walked behind Jesus through the white, wondrous stuff
lining the forest floor, snow upon the land in every direction until I climbed
to the mountain peak. Here the sun shone bright as white gold, God’s light.
Beaming with joy, I met with the others who had gathered upon the mountain and
we began to walk over the land. I seemed to grow taller as I walked, as if
picking up height from the love of the people who surrounded my spiritual body.
The others grew taller as well. We walked as giant lights across China and the
Netherlands and England then across the Atlantic. With each step, more people
who know how to love flowed their own minds to the line of marching spirits.
Finally, when I reached America, I stopped and stood in its
center throwing out rays like waves upon a disturbed lake. Light wave after
light wave circled my spirit body as other people added their own love and
prayers to the flowing waves. Still, I could not leave my fear for the people
behind. I thought about the people who need that extra food we in church buy
from Gleaners to give out. I thought of the men and women who are homeless and
come to church on Sunday’s for breakfast. I wondered how they would cope if we
get eight inches of snow tomorrow. I thought about how fortunate most of us are
to have a nice warm home and comfortable bed to crawl into.
For a short moment, I saw people as God must see the
people, each person a joy to behold, glowing in their humanness, surrounded in
the light of love.
We all need to keep loving. It may become hard to do in
this coming days. Many will be tested. Our nation is going to face problems we
could not imagine only a few years ago. Problems of weather and climate and political
upheaval with contrary rules and laws. We will face fear but I believe love
will overcome even this.
Jesus told me in church last Sunday, “I will fill the
churches.”
I can imagine how. Fear would drive people back into the
churches. Fear from many angles and corners of life. But if we do have much to
fear in the coming days, we will also have many good people who will keep
loving. Love is the only answer to the woes of our world. Love like on God’s
highest mountain peak where the grass stays green and growing, where the sky is
always blue and the flowers brim with beauty. I imagined myself as grabbing
chunks of God’s holy mountain to carry down and place among the people. I want
God’s mountain to spread and grow upon the earth like a warm blanket of snow, a
covering woven from love.
Tony shoveling snow. He was from Beijing so was familiar with
snow.
12/12/16
I was thinking this morning about
the effectiveness of prayer, specifically meditation with the aim to spread
God’s light. Jesus has told me in the past that meditation works better than
prayer. I assume it is because our hearts flow with our minds out to improve
the well-being of ourselves and the world.
During meditation this morning I
floated with Jesus up in space amid the stars. I wanted to ask him, once again,
if my meditations were effective. Hanging in space, I was reminded that we haven’t
traveled to other planets or the future in a long while. I need to remedy this
soon, but there is no hurry. As Jesus continually reminds me, “You have the
rest of your life.” Well, at another time.
This day, I wanted to talk with Jesus. I have been fretting
about my paintings and story writings. I feel as if I have no value at all if I
can’t get my paintings out into the world or my fiction writing. It seems to me
that these endeavors are more solid and important than walking on the earth and
spreading God light.
Jesus has told me time and again
that spreading God light is valuable, but I need to feel the value. I need to
watch the light flow from God, into myself and then into another person and I
do. But I also need to ask how much of this is my imagination? How much of this
is effective?
This is what I wanted to discuss
with Jesus this morning. In answer, we stepped down to earth. I looked at a
person who was totally unaware of my presence. While there, with Jesus by my
side, I reached to the mountain of God with long arms and pulled out a bundle
of golden light, a sparkling cloud, to set upon the person. I watched it flow
and seep into the person’s body. Sometimes I can perceive the trauma that
surrounds a person and even the result of God’s light on their psyche. This
time I could not detect any change. I looked to Jesus. He smiled and nodded. In
other words, the God light I had just shared with this person really did work
to help something in the person's life. Who would know this better than Jesus?
I don’t know how it works. Is it
because we all have God light within us and my imagination and effort to share
God light brings out the best in the person, or perhaps I and the rest of us
who meditate, really do carry an extra bit of God to share with others.
God is within and without. It is
like the Buddhist saying that “God is and God is not.” Finally, I think I
understand that it doesn’t matter if we enhance the God within or carry God
from without. What matters is the effect on a person’s soul. Feeding the soul
as we do can sometimes improve a person’s life and maybe even their situation.
Well, Jesus has convinced me to keep going. To believe in
the effectiveness of sharing God light. A good test is to extrapolate what
would happen if we all spread God light to everyone else. Then we humans would
be living in a paradise world like those few Jesus took me to see in the past.
We all know that spreading love must be good. My question has been answered and
I feel willing and able to push on again.
Photo of sky my
granddaughter took in Florida (Looks like two suns. A reflection or the Nibiru
system coming closer?)
12-17-16
After reading excellent article “Is Donald Trump a Threat to Democracy?” by STEVEN LEVITSKY and DANIEL ZIBLATT, 12-16-2016, in the NYT, I decided to read the comments section. Many comments on this article were great but this comment
by Floyd Lewis seemed to sum up the ideal actions we need to do to fix things:
In order to
ensure democracy continues to thrive, America needs to do the following:
(1) Get rid of
all the money in politics. Ban lobbying. Incorporate public funding of
political campaigns. Reverse the impact of the Citizen United Supreme Court
decision.
(2) Limit the
campaign season.
(3) Make
political gerrymandering illegal.
(4) Make it
easier to vote: Election Day is a National Holiday; automatic voter
registration; the ability to vote online, etc.
(5) Finally,
encourage participation in the political process.
Also, I have read that scientists are gathering up weather
information to store so they can stop it from disappearing. This is no joke.
Such truths can disappear under an authoritative leader. It happened in Romania
under the dictator, Nicolae Ceausescu, Their dictator ordered the
news to lie about the temperature outside. The journalists were not allowed to
report any temperature below 50 degrees Fahrenheit, no matter the amount of
snow and ice in the ground. The reason was because then heat would need to be
turned on in the institutional buildings. This is a small example is what an
authoritarian leader can do. (Forgot who wrote the article in the NYT)
12/17/16
This morning as I walked with Jesus,
I carried a bundle of lights in my arms across America. It is my understanding
that it is us here in America, if not the greatest nation on earth, then the
most powerful, which is in need of greatest damage control. We are a conquered
people even though some people still don’t know it. It was our psyches that
were attacked in order to interfere with our choices. On the one hand, we could
say that we got what we asked for. Our own drive towards wealth and the demand
for sensationalism and entertaining media put us in this situation. Thankfully,
many people understand the danger we now face and are stepping up to correct
what they can.
It was to these people who I carried
God’s light this morning. To political men and women, both democrats and
republicans who understand the danger. To the democrat who is fighting in North
Carolina. To other people who are bold enough to stand up and demand we keep in
mind what is most important—liberal democracy.
As I and others walked near my own
city of Detroit and other cities sharing God light, I found respectful and
great thinkers fearful for their black community. The same for the Muslim
people in Hamtramck and Dearborn. Many are on tenterhooks waiting to see what
will come to pass, and anxious for what tomorrow will bring. I felt that the
God light I carried was meant to ease these fears. I saw trails of sparkling
footsteps cross America from our spiritual walk.
Large numbers of meditating people
used their minds to walk across America and give out sparkling clouds to
individual and groups. It felt to me like giving out early Christmas gifts. As
is usual for anything concerning God, the light we gave came back to each of us two fold. The light of love is infinite and can never be
used up.
But I am not infinite and can get tired. Which is why I
can’t keep giving longer than the rosary prayers last. Still, it is enough
because there are many more of us now who carry God’s light to share and those
people in turn hand it forward through their own action and concern for others.
I believe American democracy will persevere, no matter what. Liberal democracy
is God given just as life is God given. And God is the top boss.
We all need to join the “Peaceful Resistance Army” as Robert Reich calls it. Read his article in the Huffington Post this morning. Bernie Sanders is also calling for the same thing, a peaceful but effective revolution of the people. I intend to buy his book as soon as I get a new kindle, “Our Revolution. A future to believe in.”
12/23/16
The Atomic Scientists might need to move the Doomsday Clock
up a notch. Since 2015 it has been set 3 minutes to midnight. But now Putin and
Trump have both made comments about building up the respective arsenals. Well
who knows?
I asked Jesus how he was going to fix it. As if one man,
super to be sure, and his thousands of angels can put the genie back in the
bottle.
“You’re the teacher and we are the kindergarten kids
getting ready to trash and destroy our classroom and maybe the whole damn
building. What are you going to do about it?”
Then, of course, I apologized for my outburst. Jesus and
the angels are spreading love, bettering each of our lives according to
circumstances, and teaching us how to left each other up. If we chose not to
listen or act accordingly, what then?
I remember a show I watched years ago about what would
happen to the survivors after a nuclear war. The producers need to put that
show back on television so the next generation of people can watch it. In the
movie, people were roaming the streets struggling to find food as millions of
others walked around diseased and with skin hanging off their bones and half
burnt with no relief. It was the most horrible show I have ever watched. So
much so, I have never forgotten it. If America ever does get bombed with a
nuke, I don’t want to be one of those survivors. Put me at ground zero.
12/28/16
This Christmas season I realized, once again, why I put my
comments up in the corner of my web page hidden under Raw Notes where they
won’t easily be found. From the beginning, I understood that most people,
including most of my family, if they read my comments about traveling with Jesus,
would think I was crazy. This fact hasn’t changed over the years. Unless a
person were to read my comments often and get the real drift of my writing,
they would not understand the meaning of what I write and would likely jump to
the conclusion that I was one of those nuts who have invaded the internet.
Naturally, I know what I write is true. If you were to ask
anyone who knows me if I am an honest person, they would need to admit that I
am one of the most truthful people they have ever known. Even my family would
admit to this. Yet, truthfulness is not the same as truth. Any one of us can
have our minds played with or be deceived into thinking wrongly. In fact, our
whole nation seems to be entering a time of falsehood and make-believe labeled
as truth. We are swiftly losing the norms of democracy, Deception will become
the game of the future.
Speaking of deceptions, one of the best essays I have read
recently points out the many deceptions that have been thrown at us Americans
recently and through the last 30 years—“Post-Truth Nation.” This essay is long
but excellent because it outlines political truth so vividly that I intend to
keep it for a future reference. If you can tolerate reading another political
writing, then here is the link: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/to-family-friends-and-peers-who-voted-for-trump_us_582e6b1fe4b08c963e343d23