7/3/09
I walked with Jesus on an earth of the future.
I am not sure what you are telling me” I said to him. Here we are on earth, and I thought earth was destroyed.”
"The radiation only effected a few areas, the rest was doomed by the weather." Jesus said.
I knew he meant our own inability to correct global warming, which probably is what put the itch in some group to use nukes.
He added, "The people were driven below ground to survive. I came and picked up some people, saved them and took them to a new planet."
“The new earth?” I asked.
"Yes and no. There are other planets with room for more intelligent life. The new earth isn’t quite finished yet."
"I looked great when you showed it to me."
I am not done and may never get done. I enjoy the challenge of reshaping a world to have the same variations as earth. Earth is grand."
“Yes, you have told me how grand it is many times. I wonder why we can't fix what ails us?"
Jesus didn't answer and I didn't think there was an answer to that question, instead, I asked another. "What happens to the people in the caves?"
"Eventually, some of us came back to earth and lead them out of the caves, after the earth had recovered from its worst traumas."
“I remember you taking me to the future where we met a acolyte who was studying how to use his mind to lift objects up. Was that after the caves?"
“Yes. The people who came out of the caves and survived were changed. They never allowed themselves to misuse the earth again. Even thought the earth was now almost empty, they still insisted in keeping the population extremely low.
I tried to picture an earth without its homeless multitudes, without people sleeping on the streets, or starving kids with big bellies. Hard to do, but necessary if you want peace because I suspect that every child crying from hunger induces a grand butterfly effect on the quality of all the psyche on earth, its potential quietude and peacefulness. I think Jesus might have told me this once.
Knowing my thoughts, Jesus said, "It is certainly true for a paradise world. It takes the whole of a population on a paradise world to keep their minds even and in constant touch with God."
“I thought you said once that earth could never be a paradise world?”
“I didn’t say that, thought I may have implied it. There is much failure but great hope. Perhaps the nuclear bombs will not be sent in your future because great effort and prayer will prevent it from occurring."
“It almost seems like we must go through great traumas to grow.”
“It seems that way, but time should teach the same lessons, though more gently.
“But we’ve already had thousands of years so far, and still, we only play with scientific toys instead of using our minds to control our emotions and wants. What is wrong with us? I didn’t expect an answer but got one.
“The majority of people are still primitive.” Jesus said.
I thought a while before commenting. “Yes, that is true. Some people are still in the stone age, which can be commendable in some cases because they don’t exploit the earth.” Suddenly, I understood. “It is us modern people, we are the primitives. We are the ones using up the earth and each other.” Thinking further, I added, “If all minds should ideally entwine into one around the earth, then it would take an impossible time before we catch on. If we don’t take care of our brothers and sisters, we are the losers because every single person’s woe detracts from our own potential?”
So far, I was doing all the talking. I think Jesus wanted me to think about what he’d said.
I added, "No one will believe this talk we are having, you know. "
"I know."
“Also, I am afraid to write about some of the far future scenes you’ve shown me, the bad ones, although you have taken me to a few nice ones with an earth populated by people who seemed more able in body and mind. I remember once going with you into a house and you told me that ‘Families are back.’ Was that on this earth?”
"Yes, but it was very far into the future."
"So the flaw the angels told me about won't destroy us or the planet?"
“No the flaw can be lived with given that most people will be gone by then."
"I don't think I should write this part."
We were both silent for a moment and then I said, “I have one more question, since you are in an answering mood. You speak of time, but even I know that time doesn’t exist.”
“I speak of time because earth believes in it. I have showed you the different levels of earth, and that was confusing. If I were to show you the different levels of time, you could not understand."
“Then I will stop asking about it. It is like everything else, we don’t know how to ask the right question."
I sat and thought for a while about all Jesus had said. I hoped I caught it all, but I am not happy with what I wrote today.
I suddenly asked Jesus, "Will you help me during the edit so it will be accurate. I never want to lie or mislead anyone."
"I always help."
7/4/09
This morning, Jesus tells me once more to write all that we talked about yesterday evening, even if it hurts. It was scary and it did hurt, but I will write it."
This morning I met my friends along with Jesus and, as if they knew I had stumbled, each friend kept repeating that this small half hour we spend gathered together and spreading God's light-energy is vitally important, even though we can’t see its full purpose or real results yet. This is often true with instructions from heaven, we can’t see, but God does. God knows what we need before we do. He knows what will heal our souls.
This morning, my mind was preoccupied with a question, "What part of me is it that travels to the mountain?" Is it my soul, my spirit, my mind, my soul-mind? I felt lost for a moment and couldn’t get a grip on what I was, what I wanted to be, what was here on the mountain. This lasted for a fraction of a moment, this quandary. It solved itself when I remembered the mind of God is all in all and our minds entwine in God’s mind, therefore soul is mind, mind is what travels, mind is what shares itself with God. Soul, spirit, and a certain awareness of mind are all the same.
That settled, I was able to better enjoy the meeting with my friends and Jesus. My friend Y said a number of times, Join in a circle, it is important. This surprised me because I had often wondered if we should keep it up. Perhaps my recording of our gathering will teach others to do the same one day.
Once
again we gathered together, soul upon, souls outlined against the backdrop of
majestic mountains, so grand, tall and white capped, I can’t help but think of
the
Before long, I felt myself swell with energy as if I were a large, glowing human defined by gold dust. In this guise, I followed my friends to the caverns where the people don’t seem to know anything about morals, God, or God's light. They soak up the light energy we bring them like dry sponges starved for water.
The feeling that I am actually doing something worth while, teaching these people as if they were innocent children, unsophisticated and ignorant of the religion, God, and all things heaven lifts my own self image up tremendously. And I wonder if they truly are children. Jesus says nothing neither for or against this idea, so I drop it. Yet, our visit to this dark cavern makes my heart swell to bursting with love for all of them and willing to share anything I can. I am greatly thankful that God allows me to participate.
When I left the cavern, I stepped into a hospital. there I hugged a young child, deeply and sincerely, easing his painful burns. I couldn’t bare his pain. I closed my eyes and tried to absorb his sores and pain for a small moment as I hugged him in an all consuming embrace. I prayed that, with Jesus help, I could made his life a tiny bit easer.
After this I felt like I was done, my ability to focus is very limited, so I broke out of the meditation.
This is when Jesus repeated what he told me yesterday, "Write about this." He added that I should add what we did this morning also.
Jesus knew that I felt uncomfortable with what we had talked about. Yet, some things must be written to give a warning of what could happen, what did happen once, and what may not happen to us? Confused? So am I but I assure you, that we must turn our civilization around if we want to preserve ourselves.
Attention--Art Show at Farnsworth and Moran, Saturday July
18, 2009, 6:pm to 12:pm Theme is Television
It should be interesting to view different artistic ideas
pertaining to television. Artists often prove strange.
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7/11/09
Extremely restless this morning, I nevertheless pulled myself together and managed to keep meditating for about a half hour. It helped that Jesus took my hand and led me to the others on the mountain because his loving presence kept me from drifting off. Once there, amid a circle of friends, I felt better able to hold my focus.
While I waited for God’s light to pour over us, Jesus said to me, "You already have the light."
He meant all of us. I remember seeing their bodies glow as golden while they stood in a circle. Yes, we already have God within, enough to share with everyone.
God told me once, “You can have as much light energy as you want.”
From this, I got the impression that the only limitation was myself and my ability to reach out for it.
As I write this, I still feel unsettled and antsy (word reminds me of my poor orange cat named Antsy who died in the winter). Some days are like that. I am pleased that I was able to go to a few people this morning even with my lack of complete concentration. I find that if I meet someone who touches my heart deeply, my concentration increases accordingly. I visited a number of people in a nursing home to hug, hold their hands, and spread God's light energy.
I then went to a very old lady who lay dying in a nursing home. I felt drawn to her. I was on one side of the bed and Jesus on the other. The women was asleep and didn’t know we were there. I asked Jesus about her, if she was ok.
He said, “She is one of ours.” He nodded that she would be fine. He meant that she had a place in heaven. I wondered if she suffered much in her life, I wonder about what makes a person ready for one of the heavens because I suspect there are many. Certainly a good sin-less life, if there is such a thing. And I wonder if a person needs to be religious to get to heaven. Perhaps not if they can stay good. Staying good might not be so easy without the constant reminder from religion and holy examples to stay that way. We need our priests and other religious leaders to advise and remind us that we must stay on the moral road.
I am not the only person who wonders what the criteria is to get into heaven. I suspect the most important criteria is that we love God by word or prayer. Also paying homage to the life he has given us by doing the best we can would seem to be right up there at the top along with recognizing that God is the one to thank for all that we have, for our huge space ship of a world that keeps us nourished, for the breaths we take each moment, for those we know and love, and the list could go on forever. It wouldn’t hurt to tell God how much we love him once in a while. Perhaps also, almost as important is asking God to forgive us for those horrible mistakes, mistakes every makes sooner or later, those little digs against another person, those words of gossip that spew out of our mouths, the neglect, hatefulness, selfishness, and this list could go on forever too.
This is where the churches give us great value, they show us, by teaching and example, that we must be contrite about our sins. The Catholic church gives us real relief by absolving them through Jesus. This is a priceless gift to anyone's soul.
Jesus explained many times in the bible how to get to heaven, but we tend to jumble it up by only reading what we like, subtracting what we don’t like, and ignoring the rest. We should all tell Jesus how thankful we are for his great patience. I am sometimes amazed at his patience with me because I forget so much of what he tells me. I don’t write down half of it because I can’t remember or I haven't grasped the whole of it. Yet, Jesus tells me to persevere. That is all I can do. The rest is up to him.
7/12/09
During
mass this morning I thought of the people in the suburbs who can’t pay their
rent, make their house payments, or can’t get a job and I wondered if I had
made a mistake running back to
I asked Jesus who hovered above me and to the right during mass if this was so.
He said, “I want you right where you are.”
His
voice was so definite and certain that it surprised me. Then I felt proud to be
in the right place according to heaven, but a place that none of us can fathom
has any special purpose at all. Naturally, the church has purpose, but my old
rickety house, my grass defying yard, the corrupt and dirty city I live in,
Regardless, I felt pleased to be in a position to say, "I am doing the right thing." I say this but I don't actually know what the right thing is unless it is putting my writing on the web. It seems hardly anything at all as far as importance goes.
As far as the suburbs goes, I can pray as well here as there. Prayer is not limited by space or even time. Prayer is a universal blessing from God that comes by way of one person to another. It smacks of love, but must be much more than love, after all, my dog loves me, but I could hardly call her love prayer. Yet, dogs do give off something positive? I never thought about this before this minute, whether positive love can be some form of light prayer, even from an animal. I wonder if we knew how to measure love, how much we would measure from our pets. Well, maybe the intensity of a dogs love can move them on towards heaven too, who can say?
I don’t know and am not about to ask Jesus such a question. There are enough people who need to be thought of and brought to Jesus table without adding in the pets and animals, but it does give one food for thought. Enough, I am carrying on and spreading all over the place, which was the point I was trying to make about prayer—proximity is not important. If God can count every hair on your head, he certainly knows where the person you are praying for is sitting or standing, whether alive or dead.
7/11/09
This evening as I sat outside, Jesus explained what he means by my writing a book about angels. He said he intends to slowly reveal the truth about angels through my writing. I think I understand a lot about what he is going to tell us, but I am not sure. Jesus did tell me that my current fictional angel book has more truth than even I know in it. He didn’t tell me exactly what he means by this, but I suspect he means that angels do help humans when they can. Well, don’t we already know this? Or do we?
The only known fact, as far as most humans understand it, is that angels are messengers of God. More than that, few can honestly say, although, the label God’s Messenger opens many areas and closes none.
I know I have seen angels, or flickers or ghostly shadows of angels who never actually materialize. This may have a number of causes. One cause I know because they told me is that they arrange themselves to be out of our time sphere. Even our science fiction writers have used this same theme. Now I wonder if it was encouraged by an angel. Maybe it will be one of the area's of knowledge Jesus will tell me to put in the book. I could probably sift through all these many years of writing since 2001 and find a lot of information about angels that I have forgotten, but I prefer the enjoyment of getting the information from Jesus, first hand. His information is always interesting, and he usually shows me what he means by taking me to witness it. Have I told him lately that I love treasure his presence?
7/22/09
It is interesting because I have a lot of writing to edit, but all I want to write about is my visit with God last evening. I can't get the wonder of it out of my mind. Not only that, but I think I am cured of my ailments, what ever they were. Gallbladder or rib infection or stomach muscle strain or whatever, and for the last two months, it was often sharp enough to wake me up during the night. It didn't wake up last night. I feel such a strong urge to share my moment that the other writing can wait. Tuesday evening:
I was feeling jagged again and this time it might have been because I couldn't work on my painting. So I felt out of sorts for no discernable reason and decided to take a few minutes to sit back and meditate, sitting in my grassless back yard, next to my non-functioning, and now waterless pond because the water had run out already.
I took a deep breath then breathed in and out slowly. My mind shoveled thoughts around such as the purpose of meditation and the different means to achieve that purpose. I wondered suddenly, what is my purpose in meditation. Almost immediately, I knew the answer, at least for today. I needed God. Perhaps God could give me a lift up, a better sense of self worth, a shot of real purpose. All of us ride a life wave of highs and lows, and lately I seemed to have fallen into a deep trough, a trough only God could lift me out of.
No sooner had I thought this then I found myself standing amid a wondrous garden of gold leaves, touched by a deep cobalt butterfly landing on a golden flower, a sprinkle with tiny deep red blossoms mixed amid the gold, beneath a azure sky with fluffy clouds rolling towards a far off purple mountain range, hazy with distance. I gladly breathed in the mix of perfumes and my sigh was so gentle and long I stirred the leaves near by to movement, soft as the should of stiff muslin sheets rubbed together.
I knew I was standing on God's world, I had been here a few times before to walk on the golden planet that is identified with God, a park with no long staying inhabitants, only temporary visitors. Here, as I stood, quiet and observant, my body, within and without, felt surrounded by the awesome presence of God.
Then
just as it all began to fade out, Jesus, as God, stood in front of me, larger
than life, majestic, loving. Jesus actually bent down
over me as if to make his 
statement
stronger with meaning: "All of this
is yours any time you ask. Anything you need, I give to you. It is all here for
the asking."
At first I understood Jesus to mean that I could go to any place I chose to wallow in its beauty. Later, I wondered if Jesus meant truly everything, that I should never want for anything, that God's live would feed me and give me everything I asked for. I was pleasantly happy with the idea even though this world seems to be so contrary to the idea of supplying needs. Yet, I knew I had everything I would ever need at that moment of God's visit, and the aura of holiness an beauty of it lingered on through the evening until I fell asleep at night. This morning, I woke with the memory of it. My love for God kept running through my mind as well as his love for little, insignificant me. I still feel awed and blessed.
This is a famous church painting of Jesus from
(Jesus clothing didn’t look like the painting, but
the face is close. He was wearing white with a red cloth draped over his
shoulders.)
I have been thinking of God's visit and promise ever since. I wonder at what happened. Why was it so different from other times? What made it so remarkable? It wasn't like talking to someone mind to mind, it was too personal for that. God was very immediate and fully there. He resembled my idea of what Jesus looks like, which I only glimpse, off and on, when we meet because I seldom take the time to stare directly at him. Mental visits are like that, they are too quick to take note of a person's face, a face which can look different if you to actually meet the person. I think this is because we put out our ideal when we send a message.
Was this visit different? Oh, Yes, vividly so.
Even more interesting, although I had been feeling bad for a while, Jesus had waited until I reached out to him. I put my hand out first; I sent out my crying need to be with God. Isn't this how everyone begins to come back to belief and the church? I remember my own small grasps for understanding. Heaven can detect even the slightest twinge from any of us as we reach out to God and puts out full throttle to encourage us further. I thought I was far beyond that point, but maybe that was where my problem lay, maybe I had become so complacent I forgot that I needed to reach out.
Well, as I wrote above, I feel healthy now, freed from my stomach ailment. I am at peace, I feel beauty all around me, I know the world is perfect, God is perfect, and even I am perfect. I know this high feeling will crash down around me one day soon, but I am holding on as long as I can. All I can give back is to say to God, "Thank you, I love you, and I'll keep pushing forward."
7/16/09
Sitting outside with Jesus on this beautifully perfect evening, I asked Jesus what he wanted me to write about the angels. Could Jesus sense that I felt dispirited and weak? Of course he could, so he made his presence more vivid as I sat in the lawn chair. How can I put it? Suddenly, I could see and feel Jesus with my mind, a mind that opened up to admit heaven superimposed on top of the emptying pond, weeds, dried up flowers, cracked dirt, and scattered grass blades of my back yard, feeling truly beautiful for a moment. How did Jesus know that I needed him this night? He seems to know just when I need his presence, when he should be more than a slight wisp of mental image. Somehow, though unseen, he is overridingly there. No wonder he has inspired such devotion throughout history. I love him dearly, and this love was renewed this night.
I also saw an angel. I was looking right through the angel at the same time as I was seeing it. I asked Jesus, Did I just see an angel.
He told me that I had. Even certain now, I still could not write a correct description of what I saw because it was just a flicker, like an idea come and gone.
But Jesus told me something more about the angels. He said that the angels we think of as God’s messengers are from a very far future at the same time they are from a different space.
"Are they from earth?" I asked.
"The ones I speak of were from earth, but now they are out among the stars, living on other planets."
He also told me that they work for God, some exclusively. It is hard for us to understand how they are driven to serve because we live in a time that has very different ways of thinking, totally different attitudes.
He told me something else about angels. They come from different time frames of earth. Some are not so good, and it is these we must watch out for. They have corrupted their calling. sometimes the danger comes from angels, sometimes not.
There seems to be something I am forgetting, but I can't remember it now. Jesus did say that some angels from earth went to another planet because earth could not sustain them. They chose to come back with Jesus to help him save souls. Interestingly, no matter what I write about or what Jesus teaches me, all of it revolves around the need to turn souls towards heaven.
A tree is blocking it in this ‘before’ photo, but the side
of my house looks like a T. Rex took a big bite out of my roof while climbing
up the side of the house. I hope my house will get fixed this weekend. If it
does, I will put the ‘after’ photo in here next to this one.
7/18/09
Ah, this morning was very instructive for me and others. I met with Jesus as usual and we walked towards the other people gathered on the mountain. I halted in our walk at one point to admire a tiny violet that suddenly caught my eye.
“It must be spring here on God’s mountain.” I said to Jesus.
“It is any season you want.”
I laughed. Of course.
We continued until we met up with the others. Then we joined together in a circle. It is amazing how we do this. We don’t clutch each other’s hands, but gently lay one hand atop another. This is a gathering of minds, which means we can join hundreds, even thousands together into one circle, hand upon hand. I noticed that Y had brought a few children to join with us again so I called three children I knew from various areas of the world, to come join us too. They added their hands to our own.
Jesus informed us that one day millions of people will join as we do, in this same circle, standing on God's mountain, and joined together by light. His words pleased everyone.
The whole mountain already glowed with light this morning emanating from out presence, then God increased this light-energy tremendously until each of us felt expanded in power. I felt so powerful I felt if I didn't share the energy I'd burst.
(It is interesting to note that I meet with others on the mountain to feel the energy of God, but this feeling can also happen to me during mass on Sunday, although it is not as contemplative a setting. In the millions of churches around the world, every day, perhaps every moment, many people in churches and other places of worship around the world, feel the touch of God, and therefore, share a similar togetherness).
This day, I decided to take a few of the children with me when I visited people to demonstrate the purpose for gathering in so much God energy. We went to a boy who was burned badly on his arm and leg. I was about to show the children how to send the energy to him and hug him, but they went to him immediately. They each reached out to the boy and held him in their loving grip. My instructions weren’t needed; I should have known. Children are tender and more able to empathize with hurt and pain than us adults. As adults we seem to loose this ability from our constant busyness and strife, and only slowly get it back when we age and tend to see our own eventual mortality. Like most children, these seemed naturally loving and treated each person we went to with great enthusiasm. We tended a girl with less severe burns, a very old lady, a baby crying in distress who we hugged until the mother came in, we went to children who seemed fine as they played or watched television, but we hugged them as well, their souls surly fed by our presence. Lastly, we went to a small girl who was sitting dejected and hungry. We found a few scraps of food for her (or God materialized the food to give her) As she ate, we sent light into her and told her to go to the mission and showed her the way. I think she went.
Lastly, I took the children down to the cavers an pointed out how brightly the God energy shone against the darkness. We began hugging the people down in the cavern, many of them children themselves. When we left the cavern, we joined back with the others and sent light around the whole of earth before we parted company.
For my part, I was amazed the whole time at the ability of the children to absorb the teaching so readily. What has always been hard for me, was child’s play to them, they took to it naturally, like ice cream on a stick, as if it was meant to be, and of course, it was. This is the purpose, the culmination of what Jesus is teaching us. No matter what happens on earth, we will always be able to touch one another, mind to mind.
We will know one another as we mental-touch, from a long distance away or in the same room. I dearly hope that no one gets persecuted for such an ability, but it could happen. This is one reason that we stay silent as we spread God’s light. I write of it as a record of what Jesus has taught me for the future. Tomorrow, those of you who have learned from Jesus and this writing, will teach others. Yes, the children are the future and they must determine its course and many will walk in the sky with God.
7/26/09
Last evening, I felt a pang of guilt for deciding to watch a movie instead of taking the time to visit Jesus, but he told me that we would visit in church the next day. I was up in the early morning and went to church ten minutes early, so I could talk with Jesus. After I knelt, said a prayer, then sat down in the pew, Jesus sat down next to me. I could feel him sitting there, and even see him at times. It bothered me that my purse was in the same area, and wanting to make room for Jesus, I moved it which is was silly because Jesus wasn't taking up any space. Still, I felt better after moving it, sleepy but better.
“I am going to show you something today,” Jesus said to me, “Watch closely.”
I tried, I really did, but kept nodding off even while I waited for something spectacular to happen. After a while, I told Jesus that I was sorry, but I didn’t see anything.
“That’s ok,” he said.
I was tired and felt inadequate to the simple chore of watching, but promised Jesus I would keep trying. My sense of time seemed speeded up; I kept wondering what was taking the priest so long to say the prayers.
A short time later, while the host was being concentrated and bells were ringing, I suddenly saw something like smoke with a luminous quality, gently drift away from Jesus who was still sitting at my side, up towards the alter surrounding and penetrating Father John and the host. It had looked somewhat like a beautifully large, broken smoke ring with swirls and eddies. I saw a soft glow around Father John for a short moment as he continued saying the mass. Then everything reverted to normal, the priest said the canon, the alter boys rang bells, and the people in the pews prepared ourselves to receive communion.
Jesus wanted me to witness how he breaths his own life into every mass and communion wafer.
He told me something about the priest after this occurred. He said, “He is going through some difficulties at this time.”
I am sure he meant that personal problems were effecting the priest, as they often do all of us. I imagine many of us nod off at times during mass, and let our minds roam back to our own problems. I felt contrite after I did nod off, but it kept happening. All I wanted to do was go home and take a nap. I am sure everyone does the same and Jesus doesn’t think less of us for it. He knows what we are like; he was one of us once.
My inability to please Jesus haunts me at times. A number of years ago, when I first started going to this church, Jesus told me that I would heal a certain person. I have not. He also told me I would heal other people. I haven’t yet.
Driving home from church, I kept asking Jesus what was wrong with me. “You say I can, but I can’t. You need to give me something to help me with. My nerves cringe at my own inadequacy. I feel helpless and bound up in knots, crippled by hidden writing on the wall that shouts at me, "You can’t do it." I feel the writing is true, even after both Jesus and Mary tell me otherwise.
“You will heal.” Jesus insistently says, as if to reassure me.
I don't feel very reassured. I want to believe him. I truly do, because I would love to make people feel better, but I am to little and powerless. Only Jesus or Mary can heal. Maybe they will give me something to prompt the healing, otherwise, I would stand by, dumb ignorant, and impotent. I can do nothing; only God, Jesus and Mary can weld the power of heaven.
Andrew’s house. A
neighbor and artist in the show
Here are a few
photos from the July 18, 2009 art show—3 pages
of photos The
theme was Television