2/6/15

I read in the Free press that James Robinson, the man who walked 21 miles to get to work every day, got a new car and then I watched on the news as he picked it up. I am so proud of that man. As soon as I read the article last Sunday I prayed for someone to please get that man a car. Well, he got a car and more. I am happy for him but hope all that money doesn’t change him. He seems such a steady type that I don’t think it will, but money can and has turned many of  the best people backwards. This is a lesson that Jesus taught me just recently.

I kept complaining and puzzling about why people with a lot of money won’t agree to pay higher taxes to help the infrastructure and distribute wealth more evenly in America. I felt truly perplexed by their failure to do so. Then, when I had a few hundred dollars extra in the bank, Jesus waited to see what I would do with it. For me to have a few hundred extra is like someone else having thousands. I did hesitate and put off sending money to charity for a while, but then finally did send money to Catholic Relief Services.  

Jesus commented by saying, “I was waiting to see if you would send the money. I wanted you to understand how having extra money can change a person. I suddenly realized what he meant and how right he was to teach me this lesson. I had felt like hoarding it, holding on for dear life as if I would never get any more. I wanted to accumulate more and more of it. I admit I felt a little stingy. Yet, just the other week, I told a person how comfortable I felt with my circumstances. I said, “I have enough.”

I think money is like Frodo’s ring in Lord of the Rings, money and the power it welds changes a person until they don’t want to let it go or share it. But really, if you have a lot of money, that is exactly what you should do--get rid of it. Throw it in the preverbal volcano. I remember that the most advanced planets Jesus took me to didn’t use money, certainly, they don’t on Angel World. Money has destroyed many nations on earth by allowing a select few to control the power and wealth. This may be happening to America right now.

After learning this lesson from Jesus, I am still not sure how I feel about most people and corporations who hold on to too much money. Perhaps I am not as tolerant as I should be. I may have a better understanding of what greed feels like, but I still think it stinks.

Note-When I write this, I hadn’t received my medical bills in the mail.

My latest painting (I didn’t center it very well with the camera)

2/18/15

This is the first day of lent and I promised myself that I wouldn’t make the same mistake as last year when I decided to follow the Liturgy of the Hours and say a prayer every three hours during the day. I didn’t make it more than a few weeks before I forgot most of the time and finally gave up. On the way to church Sunday, I asked Jesus to help me decide what to do for lent. He agreed and said he would show me what to do during meditation.

Rather than go to the noon mass because I have a cold, I meditated and talked with Jesus. We met in the woods by the well with snow lightly covering the dried grass and tree limbs. I often wonder if this is a real place in the world, if so, it has mild weather. We sat next to the well for a short while and I worried that I wouldn’t have time to concentrate on anything Jesus chose to show me because the rosary disk was already running in the background as we talked.

Jesus said, “There is enough time.”

With his words, I was reminded of the time he said the rosary with me in less than ten minutes. Somehow, he had moved time differently and I realized Jesus was the master of time and could do with it what he chose. So I smiled and relaxed.

We got up from sitting by the well and I followed Jesus out of the woods and up the mountain path. I no longer need to climb up the mountain in order to get my mind to focus during meditation. Lately, I have been able to walk up towards the lighted peak on a twisting path that is easy to navigate. The same people are often there basking in God’s light. I suspect they live in a type of meditation all the time whereas I need to set my mind at the beginning of the rosary and meet with Jesus.

At the peak of the mountain, as I stood basking in God’s love, my body seemed to swell with light. Then I felt ready to follow Jesus back down the mountain to whatever he chose to show me. I learned that he wants me to show people to look up to the mountain and then teach them how to travel there. He demonstrated by pointing the mountain out to one lady who was praying and then we led her up to the peak. On the way, I explained to her that she could come here on her own whenever she felt the need. I imagined a future with many people climbing the mountain to feel the fullness and power of God’s light. In this way, we can share the light with others until it covers all the land one day.

My Lenten task is easy and simply to comply with. I intend to try meditating before bedtime too for about ten minutes. I’ll give it a try but my body gets restless and antsy in the evening, so I may not succeed. But I will do as Jesus showed me during the morning rosary.

2/20/15

I met with Jesus and we talked for a while this morning while standing in the forest near the well. Jesus assured me that God’s love covers everything, that no matter what happens, God’s love wins out in the end. This made me feel good. Like most people, I have bad spells when I feel as if everything is rolling downhill and I am not worthy. When I talk to Jesus, I feel revived and brought back to wholeness. As we meandered over the path leading up to the lighted peak on the mountain, I felt as if I were blossoming out like a flower in spring. This is because Jesus gives me a feeling of beauty, as if I were beautiful. I am not. I am a short, plump, older lady of 70 plus years. Some women look good as they age, I do not, except when I am with Jesus. Amazing isn’t it, that women such as myself still feel the need to be good looking even in old age. Oh, well.

This feeling of beauty carried through as we walked into the light upon the mountain. There the feeling of golden love overwhelms the soul, almost as intense as the golden fountain I have visited once or twice. Upon the mountain it is more like stepping into a fog of gold dust, dust that penetrates through the body, empowering and infusing the whole body with love. The others who met me on the mountain feel the same. Our energy of love builds up to such proportion that we feel we need to share it or burst.

Ready to burst with love, I walked down the mountain into the midst of America to find someone who needed me to bring them God’s love this day. I asked Jesus to show me someone, but he told me I would see who needed help and I did. I was drawn to a large, almost overweight, black man who’s emotions exuded such hate it was like a fog overpowering him. I didn’t know what happened to him, but assumed he was rejected for some reason. At this time, he stood at a precipice of choice. He was about to spread hatred and pain to others. Jesus helped me understand this was my own lesson for the day, as well as his.

My spirit cut through the hate and pain and reached out with compassion for the man who was so ugly with anger. I hugged him and kept hugging him. I reached my hand into his heart and felt it quickened and pumping hard with anger. I spoke into his mind words of kindness and praise.

“You are beautiful to God.” I told him. “You are deeply loved. No matter what others think of you, you can overcome it.”

I kept the hug while whispering to him until I felt him calm down. Then I asked him if he could see me. He admitted that he could feel my hand inside, holding his heart. He asked if I was an angel. I wasn’t sure what to say to this, so just told him I work for Jesus who was nearby. The idea of Jesus nearby brought tears to his eyes and I knew he had reached bottom and was now better able to choose his direction. I showed him how he could move forward if he chose, I showed him a winding path where he would become a worthwhile person to himself, where he would be loved and was loved in return. I showed him that if he took that path he would one day look up at the lighted mountain and travel there with other spirits. “Come, I told him. I will take that first step with you.

His hatred was broken, the pain wasn’t gone but it was put on hold in the background. He decided to step forward. In the next moment he looked back at his potential choice and felt horrified at what he had almost done in anger. Pride and ownership had almost did him in. He owned many guns and one was laying out on the table. He put it away. I stayed with him for a long moment to comfort and reassure him that he was loved. When he smiled and sat down at a cleared off table I felt his joy as my own.

This was a good learning experience for me. I wasn’t going to put it on the web but Jesus instructed me to do so. He wants people to follow this example. He wants all of us to  become angels in spirit, to give either physical or spiritual help. Things are coming to a head and we all must make our choice for good.

2/21/15

We traveled with Jesus this morning. The group of us walked up the sky-tree and onto the planet where the purple cabbages grow. This time we stood in a wild section of the planet and the cabbage leaves were scattered in with other green fauna and growing in uncultivated clumps. We again saw a person squatted down in camouflage amid the leaves and bushes, but couldn’t detect the person until he or she moved. The movement scattered small animals from their own hiding places. The small animals had boney ridges and seemingly thick skin. This world seems like a harsh one. Totally different from the next planet we visited.

We next stepped to a planet I had never visited before. This is the one Jesus wanted to show us. The first thing we noticed as we stepped onto it was tall, grass and flowers like fluffy lace growing in a wide swath of rolling land. To me it resembled green and pink ostrich feathers with different colors mixed in, but pink predominated. We walked towards a large mound covered in swaying fluffy fronds in the distance.

When we got there, we were greeted by a slight, bird-like person. The person had fluffy wings like an ostrich and colorful, soft looking feathers on the rest of its body. It’s face was colorful as well but sort more human normal in shape except its mouth was shaped like a beak. The bird-person also had sharp claws on its hands.

I felt clumpy and weighty as I stood beside this beautiful, dainty looking bird-person. Right away, the bird-person spoke to us inside our minds. We said we were from earth and I got back an impression of horror at our dirty cities, industry and machines. These people did not use technology in their culture. Everything they built was from their natural surroundings. The bird-human pointed to a giant mountain like structure that resembled a colorful, stiff net. Its shape undulated in various curves twisting and rising up into the sky. Many areas on the net also had soft feathers swaying in the breeze.

I kept looking at the bird-person’s eyes because they looked so intelligent, but my mind was thrown off by the wild looking beak. Amazingly, the person was able to smile as a human would. It read my mind because it then led us to a birthing den where they young children were playing. The children were very human looking in shape, if not color, because they didn’t not have beaks but they had stubby fluffing at places on their bodies that I assume would grow into the huge wings like their parents. These people were able to fly in the sky. When I looked up they looked like flowers flying the wind against a blue sky and fluffy clouds. I got the impression that their population was small and they kept that way on purpose. I wondered what they ate and if they cooked their food, but by this time I was ready to leave and still do not know.

The whole area where we visited was more like a colorful jungle than a grassy plain but there were high and low areas. It was all so colorful and fluffy I needed a rest from too much movement, a soft breeze kept everything in constant motion, the fronds and fluff never seemed to be still. It would take getting used to. I prefer the rolling green grassed fields of home, naturally and was glad to come back to home and hearth.

I think Pope Francis would agree

2/25/15

As usual, I watched “Religion News Weekly” on PBS Sunday and was surprised to see a segment about religious services being conducted inside a pub. Yet, the service was reserved and respectable. It began because a Lutheran minister (sorry I didn’t think to write down his name) learned that the reason young people didn’t like to go to church was because they hesitated to walk through the official doors of a church. The institutional atmosphere scared them off. So the minister began to hold religious services inside a pub. The camera showed interesting views as the service was gong on. It included the minister praying, giving out communion, a band playing music and people sitting at round tables drinking a beer during the service. The announcer said the idea of religion in pubs is catching on, that there are about 130 religious pub services in the US at the present time.

Jesus tells me this number will increase. From his words, I imagine the intention is to get people closer to God in any way possible. I think the idea is thrilling and maybe necessary. One of the camera views I liked best was watching the people hold an informal discussion group in the pub. The people sat around and discussing today’s problems and issues. The minister probably inserted knowledgeable comments here and there. We don’t even get this at regular churches; we might get talked to but hardly ever talked with. This doesn’t make a problem for me because I use this web site as an outlet of my own discussion on certain issues. I know that discussions hardly ever solve a problem, but they can make people feel more involved. It can be a worthy addition to this kind of service.

Also, I like to watch Father Brown on Sundays , another PBS program. Father Brown always solves the murder but the program is so sweet and simple, even murder seems harmless. Which reminds me that it is time I send in a small check to support PBS. I don’t have a lot of money to send to charity so usually send to CRS because they can stretch my small donation to a lot of children, but I try to send something to PBS once or twice a year. It is the only television station that consistently shows quality programming.

Note-I saw a movie clip somewhere showing a Catholic priest holding church services in the New York subway. I am sure he is following Jesus’ wishes. I think Jesus wants to call as many people as possible to him today.

2/28/15

Jesus told me that I can point out the lighted peak of the mountain to people, but they should find their own way there. The light is meant as a beacon to show the way for those few people who are ready to walk in spirit. It gives them a direction and goal to reach out for. When they finally decide to walk to the lighted mountain they will be filled with God-energy. The path isn’t for everyone but a lot of people may choose to path this path in the coming years. Still, It is only one path among many that Jesus provides for us.  

Also, the angels want me to write an essay about Revelation and say they will help me understand it. The reason for doing this is because there is so much fear of late about the End Times, at least on YouTube. I have started watching some programs on YouTube but found it frustrating because there is no easy way of checking a person’s references so how do we know if someone is a valued speaker or a kook? Will I be considered one of those kooks? Maybe. But my intention is to put the events from Revelation into perspective with a sensible statement of the predictions for today and tomorrow. It won’t be long because I intend to skip over past events.

Besides, there is less to fear than we think because Jesus and the angels are able to change some events. For instance, if 9-11 had happened even an hour later, the number of lives lost would have multiplied into the tens of thousands. I suspect the timing was off because of angels. This implies that although some specific events can’t be avoided, Jesus says all the events stated in Revelation will occur, some can be made to have less serious consequences. This will be the theme of my Revelation essay and this is why the angels want me to write it. Perhaps in the hope that we will stay calm and act like adults through the coming years. Well, we can hope.