1/9/13

This morning before I began to pray, I imagined how our society must look to Jesus and the angels. Where they come from a person would never go without heat or water or food. No one would ever keep two cars if one would do or own anything more then what was needed. I supposed they must look upon our world with horror and grit their teeth every time they step into the fray, which they do often. I wondered why and how Jesus, the angels and all of heaven love us. Think of how divided we are here in America and our problems with violence and drugs. Such thoughts made me feel that our world was hopeless. I wondered how even God could love people on this wayward world. It seemed to me at that moment that we weren’t worth loving.

I met with Jesus with a heavy heart this morning. He wrapped his mystical arms around me and held on and I felt once again the deep love of heaven flow thought my bones and into my soul. At that moment, that singular moment filled with love, I learned something great and important that I want to share with everyone.

I thought at the time that there must not be any higher state of being than feeling such great and comforting love. Then, as Jesus held on, I realized a new truth. It is this: There is a higher state of being then receiving love and comfort; and that is giving it.

I suddenly knew how intensely Jesus and all of heaven loved us and would continue to do so, no matter that we don’t deserve it. Jesus smiled at me as I thought this. I have experienced this feeling myself momentarily while traveling in spirit and spreading God’s light energy. Hugging soul to soul, spirit to spirit, can give great pleasure as well as healing. Through giving comfort, I receive comfort. Many people already know and practice this however they can by sharing and giving of themselves. We are all trying. So now I think of it all as an adventure that gradually moves us closer to God in our future. We are all under God’s purview. All is right with the world.

Belle Isle in winter 2009

1/11/13

I have been thinking of the problems here in Detroit. It is easy to get upset with Its overburdened system and leaders, and the violence that permeates the newspapers. Yet, I realized something today about this city: Detroit is a city of believers. Churches thrive here maybe because the people have been squeezed and squashed and put down. The people have fought and then been stomped by the very leaders who were supposed to raise them up. I wonder if this is part of why we in the city have such faith in God. Have the people here finally asked, “Who else can we turn to but God?” Is it that the people have seen such hard times that they realize that God is their only real hope? Maybe so. I wonder if I would have learned to become friends with Jesus without the hard times I went through? If so, I am thankful for every hardship and trial because the relationship I now have with Jesus makes my heart sing and soul hum.

1/12/13

This morning when I met with Jesus and the others on top of a beautiful green mountain beneath a cerulean sky, I bent down and ran my hand over the tall grass and delighted its feel on my skin. I think I achieved something in that moment, a minute part of myself that was physical enough to feel the rough grass. That is my goal eventually, to step beyond spirit into the physical. It seems impossible, but isn’t. Jesus can do it. People in the future, perhaps only who love God, can do it.

Well, enough of that. I stood with the others in a circle. More people joined us on this pleasant mountain flat that looked down over a valley so far below it was shrouded in mist. I wanted to suck it all in with a breath, absorb it’s beauty into myself. As God’s presence grew among us, I felt I had achieved this goal. We in the gathering had become surrounded by a transparent pearl shinning from within as if we stood upon the mountain, like a drop of dew sitting on a leaf. With our minds, we broadened the transparent pearl outward, rolling it down the mountain and into the valley, then sending it out beyond the high mountain peaks to cover the whole of this round ball of earth we inhibit.

I felt so full with love and light that I knew I would burst unless I quickly shared this glow with others, so went out into the city where I live to spread a beautiful silver-gold light. I hugged the first person I cam across then searched out people in distress. I found a father who was laid off and concerned about paying a utility bill. I hugged him for a long while and whispered that he should go to a church for help. There is help out there. I went to a few mothers with the same worry. One mother was very immature and had spent money that should have went towards her gas. She is scrambling now to find help. I think she has learned the hard way that the utility bills keep coming every month. But many people are desperate from layoffs and other serious reasons through no fault of their own. I prayed for them and sent God energy to help them move forward.

This is how I spent the short time while the rosary played but it seemed enough. Our minds are amazing instruments. Within a mere moment of time, we can visit many places and share prayer and love with numerous people. During meditation and prayer, it seems like I have so much time I am unsure of what to do with it all. Perhaps matter can’t travel faster than light, but the speed of mind is unlimited. This is also true of the energy God would pour into us, if we but ask. There is no limit to the amount, duration or fullness of God’s energy. This is easy to understand when we remember it is what keeps our world and universe thriving.

1/16/13

I was thinking this morning and suddenly wondered why we meet up high on mountain peaks? It may be because there is less pollution of other human minds; the thin air remains uncluttered of the jumble of human commotion. Ah, air, clean, fresh and perfect. This may add to our concentration and ability to receive God.

I suddenly saw our world as if we are living in a polluted river, one that was getting worse all the time. A river with a billion bits of stuff floating around in it that we fail to see because we have become accustomed to its stink. This is the fog of evil.

Jesus said this is why the angels have come to help us and why he has come for a visit. We are in great need right now but don’t know it. the problem is that they can only encourage our will towards change, they can’t actually change us. The action for change is up to us. We need to grow the will to make the change towards fixing what has went wrong. Unfortunately, we need to see what is wrong first, but something blocks us from seeing what is really happening or turns us away from knowing.

As I roamed through the tri county area this morning, I can across a young teenager who was about to accept a small amount of drugs. The seller was trying to turn the child. I cried out and could see a cloud of love envelop him as I hugged him and whispered to him to throw it away and run. He has a very troubled life and this is the pivot point that will determine in which direction he will walk. I told him to remember his grandmother and what she told him. I wasn’t sure what she said but I was pretty sure it was right because we become wiser with age. She’ll help you change schools. I said to him. Call her. Get help. Get away. It isn’t big to go downhill with drugs.

I keep up the cloud of love as best I could and the diatribe of advise. By the time I left him, I think I might have given him food for thought. I pray he will turn the other way. If he didn’t hear my voice, he may have picked up my emotion. That could be enough. I am limited in many things but I believe the angels will pick it up from there to help him. Perhaps one life saved out of many.

Jesus told me that when I use effort to help someone it behaves like a wave in the water and increases exponentially. This is true for all of us. We can’t see the wave but it continually moves our love and concern forward.

1/25/13

If you don’t like to think about evil, don’t read today’s writing. I try to keep my web writing up-beat because I am as reluctant as anyone else to look the dark in the face. But the underlying problem is there and sometimes we need to take it out of hiding. We can’t see the truth like Jesus does. We are blind and can’t see what darkness might come.

As I added these words to my web writing for this week, Jesus said to me, “I will show you.”

I hesitated because I was afraid, but finally agreed. “But not now, I begged, “Let’s wait a while. Maybe tomorrow?”

“I will remind you tomorrow.” Jesus said.

So to continue with what I was writing before. I think I know why Jesus has decided to visit us and pop up here and there. Probably because the evil in the world has gained in power and is trying to take over. I watched the Abolitionists the other night and couldn’t sleep for the horror of the demeaning ownership and hate perpetuated against people. Worse, all of the pain had the single purpose of one group holding on to a culture of wealth and power. Such evil as the mind can hardly imagine just so a select few could live a high style,

And isn’t the same idea trying to take over today? When I write about evil, it is because I am afraid of Satan’s next underlying agenda. History has taught us not to put millions of people in a gas chambers, not to own slaves, not to experiment on people or even animals. But what subtle, hidden agenda will evil attempt next. How has it planned to bury us beneath its whip? I am afraid we won’t know it is happening until we have fallen into its hole.

Yet, the people sensed the possible takeover by power and wealth and spoke against it on election day, perhaps with the help of heaven. Many times heaven has tried to turn us away from harming ourselves. Jesus died the most horrible death, and perhaps it is the horror of it that helps us remember so vividly? Saints have given us examples of almost perfect lives but we tend to forget. Jesus’ mother, Mary, the Queen of Heaven has broken through this veil of dark tears to teach and assure us that heaven cares. Still, we remain ignorant and blind. What we refuse to see we also refuse to correct.

I know. I should look at the bright side. All the wonderful things that are happening around us, things we invent, things we do for other people. I do look at the flowers most of the time. Yet, there are times when the bell of warning must be rung.

Before I visit with Jesus and he shows me what and how he sees our world, I want to write a caveat—If we truly were mature and knew or did what we should—we’d all be saints. We are not. We have a long way to go and this is natural because we are still a young world of people. So, whatever Jesus will show me, I will keep this in mind. Jesus certainly does or we’d all be doomed.

Jesus took me up above the world. We walked for a moment on a imaginary path that curved around and around because I wasn’t ready to see. Finally, I told Jesus that I was afraid of seeing true evil. He assured me that it would be ok. So I told him that I want to see and understand the truth, “Even if it is most horrible.”

Jesus smiled at me. I was ready.

“Should we begin at the bottom or top of the world? I asked as I smiled back.

“Here,” Jesus answered.

So we began our descent into a million almost visible layers. I first took note of the beautiful blue sky and clouds atop snowy mountains.

Jesus told me that this astounding beauty was a layer.

I understood right away. Our perception of splendor and feeling of awe is one of the layers.

“The layers are attitudes, ways of seeing.” I said in understanding.

Also, I learned that the layers I saw were for my benefit because they are in truth infinite, more like a smear of changes than piled on layers. I needed the symbol of layers to see. We descended further down into the layers and stopped for a moment. I saw a the friends I meet with on the mountain each as a large area, spread out and reaching far across the horizon in this single layer. Each thin slice of now, looked in comparison like an amoeba reaching out or a large spill of milky liquid flowing outwards.

We went to down to another layer and I looked around and saw different sizes on this same level. Shapes all spread out in different size forms. Some were round and some oddly shaped, some so squeezed together they seemed like a small o.

We went down another few layers and I saw a tiny dot like a period. Then I was instructed to look down through to the next layer at this specific person who was shaped like a dot. The person was twisted up and around itself like a pretzel. I understood that its main concern was self, a self that kept wrapping around itself within its own place.

I cringed at the sight and imagined this person was on meth or dope. Then I saw a dark, smoke filled rope, twisting in tight circles, tied to the pretzel. We followed it down, further and further, past a million other dark ropes or tethers to a black foundation.

And I can hardly write about this base of blackness because it was too frightening and we stayed only a quick moment. I saw a dark, rolling mist in the center of the earth that kept pulling on billions of tethers, maneuvering, releasing, then pulling again, as if driving a team of horses. It was truly horrible and I cringe even as I write this.

We turned and began to ascend. I took note of the many tethers we passed. They were hallow and the dark mist inside began to lighten in many of them as we rose higher and they became more narrow. Eventually, I saw some of the rope-like tethers stretched taunt like string.

I understood that the clear tethers were more spiritual and mature, more able to reach out to other people, more able to reach towards heaven. Yet, they were still tethered.

This bothered me greatly. “Are we all tethered to that thing?” I shuddered at my own question.

“Yes.” Jesus said. “Some of you are learning how to break off from the pull. It is hard because you are kept blind and ignorant of the real truth.”

“So that thing controls all of us?”

“It would, but we won’t allow it.”

“This is why you teach us to reach toward heaven? It would break what binds us.”

“Yes, always strive for the good.”

I promised to write what Jesus showed me this day. It wasn’t anything we didn’t already know from our religious teachings. Strive for the good so we aren’t captured by evil. I did wonder about something and mentioned it to Jesus.

“These were all living people we looked at, not dead people?”

Jesus said that this was true. He doesn’t talk about people who have died. Once, he showed me souls climbing out of a well and warned me not to get close because I could be sucked in.

My final impression of our travel today was that most of us are growing but still have a long way to go. There is nothing wrong in that, as long as we don’t get stuck in any specific grove for too long. The whole of heaven is teaching is to keep moving towards God and one day, if we listen, we will all be, if not saints, then maybe angels.

A photo of the amazing fullness of heaven

1/30/13

Naturally, I keep reviewing the vision of darkness in my mind that Jesus showed me the other day; it tends to stick with a person. I am sure what he showed me was only a partial view, only one single level of understanding because there are probably millions of ways of see our world. Jesus must see them all.

My own view keeps expanding. I see groups twisted up in dark ropes amid themselves. I imagine a fanatical group of people all tied up together to the point they can no longer straighten up. We have all read of such fanatical groups. Sadly, the basis of their anger is often right, it is their narrowness of vision that is wrong. We all are self serving up to a point and life is what teaches us to think of other people as well as ourselves. What bothers me most is that our self interest seems to be driven by some darkness unseen. That is what sticks in the throat.

It also portends that our world of everyday life is upside-down. The style of money and fame and other things we think of as normal and worth striving for, are not. Imagine someone visiting us from a different world. They might see our constant groping for wealth as foolish.

Actually, people from other planets do visit earth but they step onto our planet in spirit form. I imagine they are first given some kind of lesson on how to view the madness that goes on here. Certainly they don’t come to watch our wars or the people who play with finance and power. Perhaps they come to look at our busy cities filled with people or home life or workplaces. More than this might be hard to view with pleasure. But who knows, they may visit to see the dolphins swim or whales jump up in the sea.

When I travel with Jesus I only see only a small sample of each a planet; yet, I get a feel for the tone of the life that lives upon it. I hope not too many beings visit earth; I am not sure they wouldn’t like our tone.

I am reminded of the paradise worlds Jesus took me to visit. Imagine a whole world where no person ever feels pain or anger or upset, where emotions stay on an even keel because God is immediate and present. A place where every person is encouraged to produce their ultimate best. It is a choice, and the people on those worlds choose to keep God present.

If we ever choose to turn our earth right side up it would mean that every decision we made would be for the good of everyone living, to honor the value of each and every life, to limit wealth as well as scarcity, to push for quality instead of quantity. Seemingly impossible in today’s world, but wouldn’t it be nice.

1/30/13

I went to a number of children this morning after gathering with the others upon the mountain. One child was young with blond hair sitting in school with a ball of great anger in his heart. I saw it as a possible beginning of the young man turning towards the bad. So I hugged and hugged him, whispered into his mind that he would be ok. He felt he was being blamed for something he didn’t do. I tried to help him calm down. Maybe I did because I felt the hardness break, then he began to cry softly. I continued to hug him but knew that the worst was over. If this type of pain were to accumulate it could make a child go bad. I also visited older children. One young boy in a Detroit school was very studious but about to do something stupid just to fit in to the larger group. I kept trying to hold him back, to assure him that he would do well if he could hold on for a little while longer. I saw him grab up his science book and begin reading. I hope he will be ok. I went to a few other children as well, hugging and praying for them.