2/2/11
I understand now what the eastern philosophies mean when they say the ultimate state of being is ridding oneself of ego. Jesus hints at it but seems to know only a very few could ever reach such a high pinnacle. I certainly won’t, even thought I accept the ultimate need for it. But I wonder, I wonder if when I am 90 years old, with all my needs reduced to minute portions, all my wants fulfilled, and all my cares worn down if the shedding of ego will come naturally. Is this what should happen in a long life? Perhaps the less we have of ourselves, the more room we have of God? We are born filled with ego; a two year old child can be the most egotistical little person on the planet. Is life a a method of becoming and then learning to un-become? Just an interesting thought that I am playing with this morning. Not worth a lot, maybe time will eventually give the answer.
2/4/11
I had the oddest notion this morning as we held hands and the space within and around us filled with God-energy. I wondered if the people on the Paradise Planets might have called on God at every spot on their planet, thereby covering the whole globe with God’s grace. It think it would take a large number of holy people to do such a thing, but I suppose it isn’t impossible. Later when I went to a few people in distress and shared the energy with them I felt like I was imbuing a little bit of paradise at each spot or soul, starting the growth a tiny seed plant struggling to burst open. Perhaps there is some truth to the notion. With one young man I went to, I held him as he struggled through deep snow and kept repeating the words, “Help is just around the corner.” He was crying with the struggle and fear because he’d walked a long distance from a stranded car. Help truly was right around the corner in a building in his path. I held him until he turned into it. I think he felt my presence. He certainly thanked God for help, but we all do that when we are in dire need and fear we might not survive. Will he go on to remember the help God gave him? I think so.
I also went to a women who was worried about paying bills and taking care of her children. I tried to reassure her that this cold winter and maybe her worry would soon be over. I am not sure I had anything good to say to her, but it didn’t matter because I shared God energy with here which enlightened the spark of God within her.
The seasons have a lot to teach us about cycles and I shared this idea of the need to keep going with a young man who held his head in agony because he couldn’t provide for his family. I couldn’t give him a job but I could fill him with light enough to push the idea that he could start a project to finish. This actually seemed enough to pull him out of the deep despair he’d fallen into and to look at the sunlight shinning through the window. A small effort but something. Perhaps the extra spark of energy from God will help him perk up enough to find a job as well.
2/5/11
Again this morning I walked through the muddy soft ground of spring as Jesus and I walked to meet with the others. I am not sure why I want to feel the squish of mud between my toes, but speculate that it may have something to do with my need to feel solid, as if were actually here, at this spot, as I walk with Jesus. Jesus smiled in seeming delight at my antics. I do too. Silly. Still, I often feel like a child who wants to romp and skip down the path when I am with Jesus, as if I were just then truly free of bindings. Or maybe stepping into a mud puddle is just my way of having fun.
I noticed a number of regulars this morning at the gathering who I was glad to see again. Some of the people sat on boulders or grass and nodded as we walked past. They looked like flowers waiting to burst into bloom, which they would soon do beneath God’s great light-energy. The vivid sapphire sky was close and seemed to be held and captured by the nearby mountain peaks.
As our hands met in the circle, my American Indian friend told me that his ancestors had a myth about circles too which made me realize that gathering in a circle might be a symbol in many cultures. At the very least, it is a joining and togetherness that binds people together. What better way to invite God into our midst.
As God poured the intense light energy into me, the sensation was so strong that I felt like I was turning inside out, revealing a golden flower that lived within, owned by God. Well, why not? We all have God within us but meeting God here on the mountain with the others feels like I’ve turned on a switch to brighten a room that once held dark corners and dim shadows. I am sure the others feel the same way.
This day, I couldn’t wait to leave. I felt bursting with God-energy and needed to release it, share this heavenly gift with another person. I went to a few people but the one I want to write about is a young man who acted and looked slovenly. When I went to him, he was just crawling out of bed in the middle of the day, a very large heavy set person who didn’t seem to care about anything. I got the impression that he had given up and felt ugly and useless. Then I knew what his problem truly was. He sat at a cusp, he could turn downward or begin to manage himself. He would make the choice this day and I intended to help him the best I could. (I don’t know how I knew. Just before I had asked the angels to help me find someone who needed help).
What could I do for him? I hugged him and sent as much energy as I could into him as I tried to convince him that he didn’t need to go buy the cocaine. Don’t go, I sang at his mind like a mantra. Then I realized that he needed something constructive to do and suggested that he help his mother. She needed chores done. If you do that you will feel good about yourself. I sang this to him also.
It was true. Just doing that simple act could turn him around, turn his eyes towards the right path. My soul expanded with joy when next I saw him get into his car. I knew by then he was going to visit his mother. I am not sure how I knew this, but I did. He will have many bumps in his road to recovery, but this was a big hump. Do we all have such seemingly small turning points? If so, I wonder what angels or whose prayers helped me eventually make better choices, somehow enough to get me to where I am now. Who ever you are, thank you.
2/7/11
We went out west this morning to view the orange rocks and blue shadows of the desert. We went in summer because I felt chilled and wanted to be someplace warm. I put my hand on the flat, hot ochre rock and could feel nice deep heat emanating from it. I sat down on it to let the warmth run through my whole body. I could feel the hot sun rays on the top of my head too, so much so, that it felt that I was truly there.
I laughed as I sat enjoying the sun. Also, it is silly to sit when I visit with Jesus. Certainly I don’t get tired standing or walking in spirit form. Still, I sat and Jesus stood by my side and we looked over the almost barren but colorful landscape.
“In spring, some of this area will be filled with flowers.” Jesus told me.
We should have came in the spring, but I wanted to feel the heat of summer. I doubted if I like it much if I were really here. I might be worried about scorpions or snakes. Not everything is as perfect as it seems on the surface.
This got me started on a philosophical bend, so I asked Jesus about a few of the things that are horrible amid the beauty, such as the African Ginny? worm. I saw a program about it and I don’t think I’ve ever saw anything so horribly gross. Thank you President Carter and others for working to get rid of it. I asked Jesus about it. Specifically, why?
“Life trying to stay alive just as you try to stay alive. A rich physical world such as earth holds great variation.”
Jesus said much more but I find it hard to put it all into words. The gist of it was that we are a long distance from heaven, that our thinking has a lot to do with what we consider problems, and that life is suffering.
“Yes, Buddha told us that long ago, but we still can’t always grasp that fact. We usually try to avoid it, actually.” I told Jesus, as if he didn’t already know.
This got me to thinking further. In the western nations we have tried to get rid of physical suffering with medicine, but this seems to give cause to more mental agony. All caused from distancing ourselves from God. Our state of mind has a lot to do with pir degree of suffering, and Buddha told us that too.
Jesus smiled agreement at my words and thoughts and I let the subject drop. Whole books have been written and will be written on human suffering; this small writing can hardly do the subject justice.
I stopped talking, but couldn’t stop thinking. It is the way we are made, to always have thoughts running through our heads. I let my eyes roll over the rocks and mountains of the west. I missed sitting near a river, but this area might have a river if it were spring. I got up and we climbed over huge rocks and down others. I realized that, even if I had the opportunity to physically travel to this place, I could never climb these rocks at my age without loosing my breath. Mental travel is the only kind left for me, but it is wonderful. Jesus and I go places where roads cannot reach and what other way could a person stand on the very peak of a sharp mountain range?
I stopped at a small plant growing from beneath a rock, sort of an ugly brown, but beautiful in its own way. Beautiful because of its great struggle to live. So true of all life. God made all life with this strong urge to continue against awesome odds. This little plant seemed mighty; so far, it has fought the odds and won.
I was ready
to leave and told Jesus that I felt guilty because I hadn’t considered of the
need of anyone but myself this morning during the rosary. I should have prayed
for someone. So I told Jesus bye and came back to my chair so that, while the
rosary still played on television, I could pray for each member of my family.
The other week, when Father said the mass was dedicated to the
2/11/11
After we met with the others, instead of taking me somewhere, Jesus showed me a different view of my own living room. I saw the God light as filling all space around where I sat, then Jesus told me to look deeper. I did and couldn’t get over the wonder of it. Everything in the room seemed to be made of lines or grids of light. A three dimensional net that wove through every object. I looked at the couch, still torn from when Kali was a puppy, and it was open like a diagram of shape filled with light lines. I turned to look at the other objects in the room and they also were made out of light. My mind was doing the viewing, not my eyes because they were closed. The plant hanging from the ceiling quivered with light as I touched it. I reached my hand down through the chair but the chair and my hand were both made out of this light net.
The point was that God’s love filled everything.
I knew if I opened my eyes I would be blind to this special light of soul, and to my surprise, God even glowed in man-made objects. The magical effect had no effect on sound because just then I heard the garbage truck stop to pick up trash across the street and then roll past with its usual loud noise. The prayers of the rosary also ran on as usual, almost like a mantra, but not quite. I believe that if I had been listening to chants during these strange moments, the sound would have been effected with image. I remember how the Buddhist chants I used for meditation a few years ago could turn colorful as they turned like smoke to lift my soul up towards heaven. Some Georgian chants do this as well. I wished I had turned them on this morning.
I realize that this vision Jesus gave me this morning was amazingly but only one of many different ways of seeing our world. I remember floating above the orb of earth once when Jesus showed me layers upon layers of color symbolizing souls and the sight was too complex for me to understand. The vision this morning fit my ability to see better because it was based on only one theme of inner sight, one theme amid so many potential visions.
This is the only photo I could find with pink
in it. It is a sunset picture I took from my house.
It shows the house that exploded a few years ago and another house that is also gone now.
2/12/11
I turned the chants on this morning because I wanted to feel uplifted to heaven. I tried to empty my mind but it was impossible, the more I cleared it, the more I kept seeing a flower turn, form, and reform in the center of my vision. I also began moving through space as if I were traveling at light speed with space flowing past me. It was a pleasant sensation and the whole scene vibrated with the songs.
I stopped moving and met with Jesus and the others up in space, surrounded by stars. This was unusual and I already felt filled with God, so much so, I felt I could split open at the seams. Jesus stood with us and beckoned for us to follow. Four children floated in the dark sky next to us, some younger and some older, and I was pleased to see them. For their sake, all of us stepped into the sky tunnel. It usually helps my mind focus and touching the side of the smooth tree also helps orientate the children and myself as to place.
This was good because when we stepped away from the sky-tunnel, every color seemed topsy-turvy and, I wasn’t sure I was seeing correctly, bright shades of pink. The tree in front of us had huge, round, pink balls hanging from its darkish pink-brown branches. Everything looked cherry red or candy pink, even the sky. Jesus pointed up to the sun. It looked different than our own. The horizon was very red. We traveled above the trees and settled down near a lake that looked filled with black water surrounded by red sand. As we watched, the pink balls came rolling past and over the sandy bank going towards another group of trees. They bounced and followed the wind like tumble weeds. The children were delighted with this view as was I.
Jesus told us that small bug-like animals live inside the balls of tight webbing. Their house moves along with the wind and they mate when two balls collide. We saw other animals too. One looked like a small monster from our own seas with feathers waving all around its head in the wind. Another animal had a globular head that bobbed up and down and looked similar to the rolling balls, as if it were imitating them.
“I don’t think humans could ever live on a world this color.” I said.
“They will try, but won’t stay.” Jesus said.
Finally, Jesus explained that most of the pink and red was tinted by the atmosphere at a specific time of day, like earth’s sunset. He told us that much of the time normal colors prevail; yet with such a different sun and atmosphere, it always carries a pinkish tinge. We also went to see a scene with the sun high in the sky and there was some very dark green and even yellows. It all looked very strange.
By now, the younger children had dropped away. Jesus told us he brought us here so the children could see the huge, pink balls roll around. Our group wanted to go to another place, I suggested Ribbon World because I hadn’t been there in a long time. Jesus nodded and we followed his instant entrance on Ribbon World.
As usual, Jesus waited on the bushy slope as we went down to join the precession. The peaceful feeling was overwhelming as I followed the person in front of me in a cadence of small steps, one after another, one two one two and then just kept walking, following the person in front of me. My robe billowed and swayed in the thick air along as did everything around us, sand waves and small bushes undulating in the heavy air. The sand looked bluish as if we were underwater, but we weren’t. The air is special here and many people come here in physical form as well as spiritual form to walk in the precession.
Before long, a long red ribbon came to me and slowly entered in the front of my chest and out the back. When it did, I felt time stop; my whole body seemed to absorb the information of the Ribbon God as it took the information in carried into itself. A pleasant exchange of knowledge, knowledge that I didn’t understand yet. Regardless, it was a wonderful sensation, this transfer of knowledge.
I looked to the side where the line wound backwards on itself with people stepping and watched as a yellow ribbon swam slowly through a new person who had followed us to Ribbon World. His face was ecstatic. Is the first experience the best? I am not sure, but it is always the most dramatic.
I left before too long. As it turned out, about 30 minutes had passed. Just as we were leaving, my friend told me that he comes here often. He also told me that one day I would learn to stay much longer than I do now.
2/17/11
I was up hours earlier than need be so I sat and thought about a number of things, and it suddenly came to me how much the world, or rather the neighborhood around me, has changed in the last 10 to 20 years. The angels told me years ago that they were going to help make everything better, and just now realized how much their prediction has come true. The fact hit me on the head as I thought about a lady at church who seemed reluctant to read the book I had written about ten years ago, although she loved my most recent book. The older book is about a very dysfunctional family, an idea I had probably taken from families I had met in the 80’s because when I write a book, it usually reflects my state of mind in a prior time frame. The book was dark, and the characters, which I dearly loved because a they were children, barley come out alive and sane. But eventually everything works out.
Looking
back, I wonder what gutter my mind was in. Not a happy one, for sure. My world
seemed a lot less happy, with dysfunction in many families living in my area. I
knew children from one family who were afraid to go home because their parents
were on crack. Another, who I will never
forget, clutched at a McDonalds box like it had saved his life. This small edge
of
Yet, today, suddenly, the crime rate is down for the whole city, my neighborhood is thriving, full of old steady families, serious farmers, young families and quirky artist types, of which I count myself as one. I don’t get out to enjoy people much, but I love them all and am thankful our area is thriving.
Only now have I come to the
realization that I might have the angels to thank for all this good cheer and
good will. With peace growing in
2/18/11
I just realized why I am so happy as I sit here on my day off from work. It is because I have so much to do and plan. My mind swims in getting the rooms painted, going outside to clean up, doing repairs, working on art, writing on my next book, taking photographs and so much more. How can I get it all done, I wonder especially since I walk and move slower than before? Well, I will get it done but I think I enjoy thinking about it more than doing it. Time marches on, but growing older isn’t the fun part.
2/18/11
I rubbed my
hand up and down the dark blue stone. The whole world was tinted blue and
green. This morning Jesus and I had traveled to
A few other people who gather together joined us as we walked around the stones. I thought it amazing how the coloring can be so different in various parts of the world. The tall, dark granite stones stood in a green clearing with scattered clumps of trees far in the background. The air seemed holy even before we began to pray, and I wondered if we might have landed in some past time, a not unusual occurrence when one walks with Jesus.
More people came and we gathered in a circle inside the stones, touching hands. Our many invisible hands, one atop the other, built up like layers on a cake, circles upon circles of hands though thousands of years, or so I imagined.
My thoughts ran to circles and it seem to me that such gatherings must be natural to humans and perhaps go back in time as far as humans. Probably, circles represented the cycles of life's continuance, one season after another. Archaeologists have found carvings of circles in stone and other evidence all around the world. I speculated that it may be a natural form of worship, this standing in a circle awed by the beauty of nature and love for our creator.
As we stood amid the blue, so beautiful it already seemed drenched in God’s love, I felt liquid light pour into my body and soul and then mist up twirling love smoke in an outward spiral. I felt full with pleasure as if the world were perfect in this blue-green place, and I realized that this is the promise of God, that we will find love in all things. I wonder at how I have changed, my attitude, my acceptance, my view of life from many years ago.
Before we parted we sent God’s light energy around the world, a world so loved already, it is a wonder we humans don’t feel it all the time. Why does it take special effort to feel God? I thought for a moment that it isn’t the world that needs love in the air but we humans who need it in our hearts, we who are corrupting our own nest. Well no matter, not at this moment of joy and splendor.
Soon, I went home to spread light energy around where I live and around my family this morning as I bathed in the thankfulness of knowing God. Yes, I think it is the organizations and nations and groups that we humans built up that darken or dim the air of the world. Once the earth was pure and pristine. Still, dim as we are, our presence is a vital part of the never ending cycle of life, and we and this earth God gave us will one day become pure again.
2/19/11
I had a hard time concentrating this morning, almost as if something inside or outside of me was blocking my ability to meditate. I did manage to focus after Jesus reached out a hand of welcome that pulled me out of the mind-mire I had fallen into. We walked down a path between two hillsides and met with the others beneath a majestic range of mountain peaks. We stood together for a moment to call upon God.
Later, still filled with God-energy, I decided to visit Mary, The Queen of Heaven and stepped up to a place I call the Cathedral of Light, a place built by the angels to exist partly there and here. I now suspect that Angel World is earth but in a very far away future.
I walked towards the abundant rose garden where Mary seems willing to hold an audience with myself and anyone I bring to visit her, but I couldn’t see Mary amid the roses. I walked through the roses for a while, taking in their perfume and their multitude of colors: red, pink, yellow, white, and even green and blue, huge roses like nothing seen here on earth. As I strolled, I looked around in search for Mary's beautiful glow of holiness. Once, I thought I saw her, but the image faded away amid the flowers. I knew the fault was mine and tried to concentrate harder.
I decided my concentration would improve if I brought another soul up here to visit with Mary. Remembering a lady I knew from a few years ago who is unable to walk, I stood her beside me in front of the roses. Mary seemed to appear all at once and reached down to hand me a white rose to give the lady. The image of Mary still blurred, but I felt her presence and the holy aura. Smiling with pleasure, I called other souls up for healing, not healing of the body, but the soul. Mary handed me a rose for each person, food for their soul.
Just as the rosary ended I thought I could see Mary glowing, beautiful and strong behind a hill of roses. I once told her I liked yellow roses best and suddenly every rose that surrounded her turned a intense yellow.
Her regal smile and love flowed out to me. I felt so lifted by her gesture of love as she faded away that even now, as I edit this writing, I feel shivers of pleasure. I remember a time when I could almost see Mary with my eyes opened, standing in my living room. Why couldn’t I see her today? I felt slightly worried about this until
Jesus told me not to, that up and downs are normal, and I should keep meditating as usual. So, of course, I will.
2/20/11
Let no one
say that Mother Theresa of
For some reason, during my conversation with Jesus, I looked up and suddenly I saw Mother Theresa in a three-quarter view, as if she was moving fast past me but thought to pause for a short moment. She glowed with grace and happiness.
Jesus smiled at my recognition. I felt pleased that she was truly a saint in heaven. And then I thought about all the help the saints give to us humans when we ask for it. Like the angels, they are constantly at work trying to change our dim world towards brighter light. I laughed at the thought of Mother Theresa in heaven, still as busy as ever. But then I realized that I couldn't imagine her any other way besides busy.
Note-I couldn’t believe it when I opened my mail; a refund
check from
2/26/11
On the other hand, I am very upset about my confiscated state refund. This is the first I heard that a company can take away a state refund, and for a bill I disputed almost ten years ago. The engine in my car blew up, so I left it there with the keys and a note that someone could have it for the body. Actually, when my son decided to go get it for that purpose, it was gone. Anyway, a year later I got a bill from Wixom Towing for $1000,00, and this for a car that was worth $50.00 as junk. I still can’t believe it. I have sent letters to the court and everything else I could to no effect. I guess the lesson is to stay very far away from Wixom Towing because they are out to rip people off, or… Have I fallen into the middle of a Kafka or Philip K. Dick story?
2/27/11
The sermon at mass this morning was exactly what I needed to get my head back together and stop being upset over my lost refund. In Matt: 6: 24-34 Jesus tells us how beautiful the lilies of the field are clothed and that God loves us more than these. He tells us, “Do not worry about tomorrow; tomorrow will take care of itself. Sufficient for a day is its own evil.”
Also the song from psalms this morning spoke of “Resting in God” and this is what I did. All of a sudden I felt at peace, my mind cleared up, and love filled my heart.
2/24/11
I got upset
when I read that a fourth of the counties in the
I am reminded of the story about the only two people sitting at a table in purgatory who were not hungry because they used long spoons to feed each other while everyone else went hungry. The story applies to our nation too, if we don't feed and clothe and provide employment for each other and hold on to the dignity of every human, we will revert back to people dying on the streets with women slaving and children in work factories like a hundred years ago. We are moving once again into a dog eat dog world where only the greediest survive. This is exactly contrary to the decree of heaven. Jesus told us to share with one another; but today, it seems, that a lot of people are moving us backward.
On a higher note, I have also been thinking about how we seem driven to go to the next place, do the next thing, climb the next mountain, and after all this accomplishment, we still seem unsatisfied as if there is nothing on earth that will satisfy us. I don’t think there truly is enough on earth to completely satisfy anyone; I think the only true satisfaction is with God and all else, everything we think we accomplish is mere steps leading us to our ultimate goal.
Think of travel, a tourist can travel here and there, see this and see that, but there is always something else to see, but what if there wasn’t. What if a person sees it all, then what? The same goes with money or power or anything else on our earthly world. It just isn’t enough to fill the human psyche because maybe what we really want and need is to reconnect with our creator. Hardly a new idea or truth. Ha, but at the moment, I am not wallowing in discontent at the state of things. And, to be generous, I suppose the fault of the economic down fall spreads out to so many it would be hard to place real blame. So it is time for me to get off it, close the lid, and move on.
2/25/11
I had the strangest dream as I was waking up this morning, one of those mixed up dreams until the image suddenly clarified at the very end. I was either a shop keeper or shopping among pots and other items for sale in an open air market when someone came up to me, half holding up and half dragging a person who was injured. I could see blood on the side of his head.
I told the person, “Take him to Jesus, he will heal your friend. He is over there.”
I pointed to my right. As I did, I looked off in the distance at the group of people standing around Jesus who, being very tall, stood high in the center. As I looked towards Jesus his eyes looked back into mine. As our eyes met, the dream ended.
I woke up contemplating the vividness of what I had just seen as I woke. It felt and looked real, which caused me to think. According to the New Testament, Jesus gave some of his followers life. I think it is at the end of John’s bible when Jesus told the apostles to follow him. Is this why? Did I live at the time of Jesus, and am I living again to do his will? I have thought this before, but never so intensely as I felt this morning. So what does it all mean?
I don't think this gift of life Jesus gives has the usual connotation we understand by the words such as rebirth or reincarnation. The reason I think this is because we need to consider time, which is weirdly un-definable. Time doesn’t flow as our minds think. It may be that time is happening right now, all of it, every life lived is happening now. And for those who have been given the gift of life, maybe a great many people, maybe everyone, we are living and in the past and future as I write this. I know I am living or have lived other lives. What about other people? I honestly can’t say; I’ll leave that problem to better minds.
2/26/11
Jesus seemed pleased with me this morning. He didn’t say but I could see it in his smile. I basked in his love and returned as much as I could at that moment. Moments earlier when I couldn't get into focus, Jesus put out his hand and told me to come sit with him. This cleared up any problems I had regarding focus. We sat at the edge of a water fall turned into a well with woody brush and trees nearby. I picked up a small stick off the damp earth and admired the swirls and paper thin skin, torn and flaking off in places. I loved everything about this tiny, broken and seeming worthless stick. My love suddenly encompassed not only the stick, but every item in the world. I told Jesus how I felt, that it was all so wonderful I could hardly contain my wonder.
“The whole universe is filled with such wonder.” He said.
Of course, I knew this already.
“Come with me. Let us go to new earth.”
We did. With Jesus close, everything is nearby and we didn't need to travel in the sky-tunnel. We took one step and we were on New Earth. Others had joined us by this time. I thought I saw a mountain reform before my eyes, its peak toppling and reshaping but then settling down again. I blinked.
“This is a younger world than earth." Jesus told us. "I have accelerated evolution to make it become new earth quicker. I got a swift and fleeting impression of dinosaurs living and quickly dying, fauna revolving and changing, and continents moving from their place.
“It will not be a perfect copy of earth because it will have different time zones to display the various cultures of human history."
I knew of the Indian culture, and the Wild West culture and other interesting places worth keeping forever because Jesus had shown us once before.
Jesus added, "By the time people come here, you will be able to travel like we are now.”
Suddenly we moved out of place and stood in a woods with a waterfall similar to the one we had been standing near before. Again, I picked up a small broken stick. A symbol of continuance?
Jesus smiled and said, “Nature will be more tame on this new earth. It will be closer to God. It won’t have the darkness, except where it is set in, and kept very limited, for individual cultures.”
I got the impression that people will find what they are looking for in that far away time. Also, I saw people spread out from our earth to repopulate many planets. Some people will become like Adam and Eve, choosing to become physical and ignorant in order to grow. This makes sense. Maturity gives way to youth gives way to maturity in a never ending cycle of life. Actually, more like a continuing spiral. Then I laughed. Yes, like a strand of spiraling DNA. How ingenious of God.
Suddenly, I felt so amazed at God's plan, my breath caught in my throat. It is all a never ending beautiful picture of abounding life orchestrated by a loving, living God. Some day, we humans will become the angels who become caretakers of many parts of this universe. God loves us deeply and has filled us with great potential.
There was more, so much more I can’t write it all down.