7/3/10
This
morning we stood in a field of poppies in
I use the term extra God energy because we all have God energy within us, although not enough people realize it. Sad, because God waits for us to reach out towards him, in what ever way or form we understand. God covers the earth in every aspect imaginable, and then some. It is like tapping a font of energy that lays below ground, waiting for someone to bring it forth, like a gushing oil well. Perhaps not a good analogy at this time with BP oil filling the Gulf.
Oil on the mind. Oil and our craving for it has the potential to destroy us. Well, enough said. Others have said it better.
I haven’t been able to put anything on the web lately because my computer needed to get fixed. Something corrupted my hard drive so I needed to begin again. It still surprises me that everything on my web site is still there even when I don’t have a computer in the house. Tech can be wonderful, if we use it wisely.
7/3/10 
This evening I asked one of the children to show me where he lives. When I showed him my favorite place, Mars, I said to him that maybe he could show me his favorite place. His world and pride included his school rooms and favorite places to sit and contemplate. Obviously, this is not an ordinary child. He is already far ahead of many people, but he seems rounded off in all areas of study and learning. He seems very balanced in everything he enjoys and strives for. He is still young and hasn’t found women yet. I wonder if that will unbalance him slightly.
My friend told me that they take that into account in his training. They will help him if he starts to go overboard or gets stuck in one single idea. As he said, “Life must be lived.” And I would add life in all its grandeur as well as hardships.”
I am thankful to have struggled past most of those tricky corners in life. At my age, I should sail right into wisdom. I laughed at this because sometimes it is true but sometimes it is not. Regardless, I have mellowed out with the years.
Next we followed Jesus to a place he wanted to show us. We stepped right into the thick of it with our first step beyond the misty curtain of the sky tunnel.
We stood in a field of waist high succulent plants. The leaves were round and flat like cactus but without thorns. What was amazing was that each leaf was a different color and some plants looked like they were about to explode they were so full and heavy. I think every color of the rainbow was evident in the field of plants although the leaf colors were not overly bright unless the sun shined directly on a leaf.
As we watched, a small, brown, furry animal came up to a plant leaf that was swollen and full of liquid. The animal put its mouth to it, and sucked out the water.
I understood that these animals protect the plants from larger predators. They have a symbiotic relationship. At one point, we watched a plant gush out water from every leaf on the plant onto a group of the animals. Then it was empty.
We walked through the plants and noticed that some whole plants were so dried out the leaves fell off and drifted in the slight breeze. From there, they seemed to gather or wedge themselves together into a circle. In this way, they will make a new plant.
“Now let me show you the people.” Jesus said.
We went to an area with giant plants that looked the same, but soon realized they were constructed of odd material made to resemble the plants. We went inside. An enclosed area shinning with different colors beneath the hot sun and watched a few people walk by.
At first, I thought I didn’t know how to see correctly because each person seemed to be a different color. Then I learned that they use color for camouflage and to show emotions, that a person can be any one color or multiple colors at any one time;. I thought of the octopus of earth but these people were shaped just as we are with two arms and legs and a head on their shoulders.
Next, Jesus took us to where they worship. It was a circled area with bare sand surrounded by more of the fake plants, a building that rose two stories into the sky. There was no roof. We watched as a person lay face down, spread out arms and legs like an x and stayed there for a while, prone and open to the sky. Interestingly, the person seemed drained of color and matched the sand it lay upon.
Jesus said long ago, this was the way they prayed while at the same time protecting themselves from predators. Now they use houses of worship and the large dangerous animals are blocked from their cities.
During this trip, we didn’t see where they grew food. But I was ready to leave anyway. My ability to concentrate is not great. So I nodded good-by to my friends and Jesus. I began to write of what we saw right away so I wouldn’t forget, although there are always items I do forget because I just can’t include it all.
My yard looking out stair window. This was in the spring.
Now the flower bed is overgrown with weeds.
7/9/10
I have so much to write this morning, how can I gather it together and refresh my mind enough to write it? Don’t know but I’ll try. With the rosary as background I began paying attention to my breathing and then met with Jesus. Jesus stood next to my chair as I started shedding dumb thoughts, silly problems, and other junk. I let them all fall off me like snow and sometimes they fell like boulders of ice tinkling when they crashed down. When I was done, Jesus reached out and took my hand. I felt the thrill of his touch, as he knew I would. Then, just before we began our walk, he turned towards me once more and let me hug him. I needed the feeling of his embrace this morning.
As we began
to walk, I noticed that the fauna was familiar to me, chicory and tiny white
wild flowers, huge boulders stood to the side of the path we followed and I got
the impression that I wasn't too far from where I live in the eastern section
of the
At his words, I took notice of a fallen twig beneath my bare foot and tiny stones along the dirt path along with fallen leaves that felt like stepping on silk. The air was cool and its pleasantness added to my overall feeling of contentment. Besides, the view felt so familiar I could have been in my own yard except I don't have a mountain that touches the clouds. At one point, I stepped off the path and walked over to the side to rub the rough stone with my palm. The stone was a light, golden brown and felt sandy, perhaps sandstone. I looked at Jesus and told him I loved rocks very much and wondered why I should. Perhaps because rocks are so earthen and a raw slate nature writes on. At that moment, I felt love for all the earth flow into my feet, as thought I’d grown roots that sank deep into its surface to pull nourishment back up. Yes, feet welded to earth and head in the sky, I was on the road Jesus set me to follow this morning; I was ready.
We continued along the twisting path with a deciduous green forest rising above us on all sides and following the mountain as it took a downward twist. Suddenly we made a sharp turn and faced trees and open sky ahead in the distance. I looked down to a small hallow and there were my friends gathered into a circle ready for me to join them, but in truth, prayer like time is relative and takes but an instant of thought.
We nodded our greetings and Jesus suggested to me that I call a few others to come join us. I did. I reached out my mind for six more who I didn’t see in our circle.
When we all seemed to be gathered, Jesus with us in the circle, God began to expand from within each of our souls. We used to send out a flow of light from our center, but this time God grabbed hold of our center and expanded our beings. The light from God was so intense that it seemed like the sun had come to earth and sat within and among us. We bathed in God’s radiance. If someone from far off would have looked at me, I was so filled with light I 'd look transparent like an x-ray. A small smidgen of mind is all that was left of what I call self during that single, enveloping moment with God.
Each of us felt the same because when we left the circle, it looked as if each of us carried a torn away lump of the sun with us. We had become giants walking across the earth in order that we could contain golden grace long enough to send it forth to many people.
I came back
to my section of the country, but soon found that I carried enough extra
God-energy to spread and fill all of
During Jesus and my conversation along the path earlier, I had told Jesus about my fondest wish: That my life will have some value, that these 70 or 80 years weren’t all a waste, that I haven't squandered a whole life. This morning Jesus said I needn't worry.
“Years from now people will read what you have written and take it to heart.”
There can be no greater feeling than to give back some of what we have received. For a while I began loosing my grip because I felt that no one noticed what I wrote. Now I know that it doesn’t matter. Jesus will decide if or when my message will go public.
As an invisible giant, walked over the earth back to where I live, I walked through love. I don’t just mean feelings of love, I mean that I witnessed every particle of air, every drop of moisture, every body cell being so loved by God that all of it, every single thing on earth dissolves into this single act of passionate love:--love for us, these oft silly human worms who trample the ground of earth.
All this pain and suffering is but a silly skin worn for a short time. It isn’t real, it is a method of living that will drop away, an illusion that fills some sort of gap in existence, in experience, and once filled, will no longer be needed. Oh, I can hardly explain what I saw. All was perfect, anything less than perfection is illusion. My own body felt perfect at that moment, my arthritic knees bloomed, my constant nasal drip was a part of love, my worn out body became one with the perfection of God. When I stepped out of that moment, I wanted to go back, to bathe within the holy once more, breath real reality, but alas, life is to be lived. Life, real or illusion, is the gift. Lucky are those who learn to use it wisely.
Note-I brought up the subject of a valuable life because I remembered the hurt I put on people as I ran in and out of marriages. I remembering trying to make up for my mistakes by becoming a foster mother and saving a few children, but that didn’t work out either. I look back at the sins I committed either through ignorance or choice but they are taken care of now. Jesus told me so. Somehow fate turns us all around and undoes our childish sins, if we live long enough to age to 50 or a hundred years.
7/11/10
I went back
to
Speaking of
interesting, I watched for the host to light up or for some other event to
happen that I could see, but nothing specific did, except of course the miracle
of bread and wine changed into Jesus body and blood. I thought about this as
mass was ending and then I realized I didn’t see anything specific—the whole
mass was a light giving event. The whole mass centers on Jesus and his love for
people. The people at Sacred Heart can’t help but
be caught up in the service because they are an integral part of it each
Sunday. The whole mass at
For the last few years, I have been going to other churches. Not all churches, just a few that were different and I stayed long enough to learn and become part of it. When came back to Sacred Heart this morning, it was so familiar it was as if I’d never left. People welcomed me with open arms. (I didn’t stay for coffee for a personal reason, but will in a few weeks). It felt good seeing the same familiar faces. Wonderful people and a great church. I will go back there again soon.
7/12/10
This morning as the rosary played, I meditated and told Jesus that I wanted to spread God’s love and energy throughout the city and especially to the people I know who live within it and my family. I met with a few of my friends and we gathered into a circle. Soon I felt God fill my soul to over bursting love, so much that I had an overabundance, enough to carry to many others.
As I sat in my chair, I began to doubt that I had the right to spread God’s light, certainly God already gives his light to everyone, what do I think I am doing. I can’t do anything without God’s decree.
Suddenly, as my hands were spread out and my palms facing outward, Jesus put his own hands into my own. Now, together we were sending out God energy into the neighborhood and to those who I specifically wanted to pray for. I understood Jesus act as the message to continue using visual prayer, to continue spreading God’s light, to continue touching and teaching people however I can.
Sometimes I seem to slide away from God’s radar but it is because I am running too fast to stop and take a breath. Lately I have taken those breaths and feel at the top of the intense wave of life. No doubt I will slide backwards again, but Jesus will pull me back on point. With one call for help, Jesus will reopen my eyes and soul.
He told me once, “I will never loose you.”
No, he never will.
7/12/10
This evening, myself and a few friends followed Jesus up the sky tunnel. I forgot at first, but went back to rub my fingers over the smooth wood of the tunnel. It is my way of giving respect to this great bridge to the stars. My mind was already spinning with the million possibilities of where we could travel when one of my friends suddenly said he would like to lead us this day, so with Jesus' nod, he did.
We stepped through but my mind was still spinning in confusion. We seemed to be flipping through time, climbing down a stairway where each level was a new step into earth’s past. Sometimes everything blurred and other times we paused and objects and people became ultra clear, but we didn’t stay in those places. We kept going so far back I wondered if we were going back to the time of Jesus.
Not quite, I realized when we finally did stop. This was later than Jesus' life. We suddenly stood in front of a crowd that was stoning one of the first martyrs, Stephen. People were yelling and throwing stones and we had stepped right into the midst. I could see large and small broken rocks coming at my head. The rocks when right through us visitors but hit Stephen's face, arms and kneeling body.
We were not mere sightseers this trip, I was to soon learn. We were meant to play the part of angels. As I held up my useless, invisible arms up to ward off the heaviest blows, Jesus began to lift Stephen’s spirit up out of his body. He asked that we join him in pulling Stephen away from the crowd. Finally, Stephen hovered with us over his physical body. Resigned to death, Stephen's body swayed with the blows. Yet, he felt nothing by now, except perhaps sorrow. The group around him seemed to lose its anger as the body died, as if to wonder what had driven them to such a depraved extremism. Finally, one by one, they walked away while we watched all this from above.
Stephen was headed for heaven with Jesus while the rest of us nodded good-by and went back to our daily life. I wouldn’t mind going to heaven too, but I still have work to do here so must bide my time. I do know one thing, Jesus and the angels did the same for Joan of Arc once, and certainly other saints. Jesus told me once that Joan of Arc did not burn in a fire. Of course she didn’t.
My pond this year. Needs to be totally re-done next year;
again.
7/16/10
I sit here in the yard, pleased with the day and the beauty of the water splashing on the rocks ok in my pond. A nice breeze blows through the yard once in a while, gusting and stirring the tree leaves. Such a nice evening to sit with Jesus and travel, but my heart feels weighted down tonight. How can anyone travel with such a heavy heart, I wonder? Such emotions must anchor my mind to earth, to mundane things. Regardless, the beauty of the sun's rays glistening on the spray of water throwing silver diamonds everywhere is balm for an disappointed mind. Truly a beautiful moment, but the sun is going down now and the diamond lights are dissolving into gray shadow.
I am not depressed or even sad, just disappointed to face the same problem with ignorance I have faced for many years. The silliness of it all hits me once in a while like a gong. When ignorance takes over, there isn’t much we can do. In the meantime, my heart can’t stay leaded; I am already beginning to perk up with thoughts about my next art project.
We did travel tonight, in spite of my depressing mood. Jesus suggested that we go anyway, and certainly one can't disappoint Jesus. So Jesus, myself and a few friends walked up the sky-tunnel. As usual, I set the palm of my hand on the smooth wood as we walked into the sky. In color and texture, the side of the tunnel reminds me of small chestnuts I used to find on the ground as a child. I always considered them to be great treasures.
This evening no one hesitated at the end of the tunnel. We were each quiet as we stepped beyond earth space. And right away, we were confronted with a huge, colorful fireworks explosion in the sky. We hovered in the open universe of dark velvet spread with a glittering of lights, but right in front of where we stood streamed a rainbow of exploding stars, hued in vivid turquoise mixed with other blues swirling to gray, red and yellow. We seemed to be looking at a large, fat, upside down water fall made out of neon rainbow stripes. I wasn’t sure if we were looking at an exploding group of stars or something else. It looked to be far off, but true distance was hard to observe against the background stars. Every once in a while, a new color would spray out from the center and mix up a new batch of star stuff. Even I finally realized that this wasn't possible, but I kept quiet.
Finally, Jesus told us to move closer to the moving swarm of light. As we did, the colors began to change and some areas lost their vividness. We began to realize that it truly was a swarm. Tiny mechanical bugs the size of peas. Instinctively, I had to touch one of these tiny beads of light. I put my hand out to catch one, and to my surprise, I did catch one in my hand. When I opened my hand to see the treasure, it was black as a dead fly, absent of color. I quickly threw it back into the swarm. I hoped to give it back its life.
Jesus smiled. “They aren’t alive.”
He explained that they were a form of art amid the stars, but the main purpose for the swarm was to serve as a beacon in space, radiating out light and other kinds of energy. He didn’t explain why anyone would need a beacon in space, but we got the idea that its creator belonged to a far advanced civilization. No doubt about that point.
This filled my mind, and probably the others as well, with a tangent of thoughts and questions about the myriad life forms that filled God’s universe and how they seem to fill every nook and cranny in every way imaginable, and in some ways we will never be able to imagine. My mind wore out thinking about it. I thought it a wonder that even God could keep track of it all.
We stepped away from the flowing swarm and nodded good-by to each other. Jesus was right. A sad heart couldn’t keep me down for very long.
A few spots in my
yard were beautiful just a few weeks ago.
7/17/10
To sick to go to church this morning, instead I watched holy mass on television. I really loved it. I like the combination of Latin and English, the solemnity of the mass and the clear voices in speech and song than came across easily from the television. I would so much like to find a church near-by that has the same style of mass. I am sure there is but how do I find it? The mass celebration didn't have anything spectacular about it, just the normal reverence to the word of God, but I really liked it.
Well, it did run on longer than most, almost an hour and a half, but the presiding priest gave a very long lecture. Its length is forgivable if the priest says something we need to hear, and he did. I need to watch the mass again because I suspect that each visiting priest is allowed to say mass in their own style. I liked saying the Lord's Prayer in Latin, though I need more practice.
Later, as I listened to Beethoven’s mass on EWTN, I thought about Beethoven and that he could not have imagined how his music would live beyond his death and into forever. He probably thought it would be played in concerts once in a while but could have not imagined recordings or television. And yes, I am sure it will last as long as there are humans alive to listen to its grandness.
Thinking of this, I remember what Jesus said about my own writings. One day people will read them. So, although I feel disappointed today, I trust Jesus’ words that one day, it all be worth it, that my writing won’t been written in vain.
This is a photo from the Hubble space telescope.
It looks like a pink rose growing in God’s cosmic garden.
7/20/10
I realized again this morning why my writing might be important to the world one day. It is because I am bring out aspects of the Cosmic Christ, the God-man who is familiar and friends with the whole universe. We have many hints that Jesus came from beyond earth in the gospels. He even told us that he came from another place and that where he was going we could not follow. Certainly, not then. He also promised to make a place for us, and he has. What he did was terra-form a whole planet to resemble earth. A planet for the far off future after earth is gone. It will be one day. One day the sun will die or go nova, such a far off time we hardly think about it, but from where Jesus watches, time doesn’t exist or flow as we know it. Time is Jesus playground and he can touch any portion of it. The universe will continue for a very very long time and we humans will continue with it, with or without earth, but not without Jesus. The Jesus who died for us, to save us from sin, is the same Jesus who walks the cosmos.
7/21/10
I have begun to notice something about the people we visit on different worlds. Everyone we see acts nonchalant and unhurried, as if they had no goal to reach, no time schedule to keep, no worries to run home to, or no fires to put out. They see totally unafraid of tomorrow as if they know that all will be well. They seem to know that God will provide. This attitude seems to pervade most planets I've been to where humans from earth now live. It makes me wonder if our own tendency to rush forward all the time is because we are still a very primitive culture. What is it we are rushing to accomplish? Why? The whole western civilization of earth seems to be in a race against time. I have always considered this pace to be normal. But now I wonder if we are pushing ourselves too hard and for what purpose? What exactly do we think we are accomplishing? Certainly, not well-being or peace. I guess it is like everything else, we don't think, we just plough onward—Is it fear that drives us?
7/24/10
This morning I felt adventurous and met with Jesus on the top of a stark, bare and windy mountain. It must have been a new mountain because the peaks were sharp like razors and I knew that no humans had ever stepped, physical or otherwise, where I was standing this moment. Dizzy view falling miles below me as if I were standing on a mound of spilled sugar fallen atop a pile of iron knives. The sky blazed blue above me, not a cloud above but a few wispy ones below. I imagined there must be a lot of areas on earth where no human has walked, if for no other reason than we can't get there. There are some advantages to traveling in spirit, and this is one of them. I don’t know why I was thinking of these things this morning, woolgathering and dreaming while I stood next to Jesus.
After a while, I looked at Jesus and said I was ready to meet with the others. I wondered would they meet with me here or would they be standing on their own mountain. After all this time, I either forgot or I just didn’t know. But Jesus explained, with his usual patience, that we meet in mind only and that each of us could share the same place in our mind or a different place. It was our choice. Interesting. I learn more all the time.
I learned something else this morning too. After we gathered and said prayers to God. I just asked God to fill me with his light so I could share it with others. God heard my prayer and seemed to reach down and fill all of us with abounding light-energy.
Then I
stayed on the mountain for a moment and twirled by body sending the light all
over the earth. But after that moment, I came back to the
Then in answer, Jesus said, “You are an instrument.”
Then he showed me the light-energy leaving my body like a thin laser beam that struck a mirror, turned and bounced away to another mirror, and another and another. As if a switch had been turned on and the light streaked from relay port to relay port, feeding all those in its path. Soon a million mirrors were sending beams of light around the globe. I understood that the other mirrors were, not only people who prayed, but those people who lived a good life, those people who were working hard to live their life according to what they were born to do. Those who were peaceful and content and a reflection of the path to God.
It was a nice visual of the interconnectedness of humanity and it also reminded me of our great and continuing need for sustenance. We need Jesus and all of heaven to keep us turned on the right path. If Heaven didn't direct our goals we would all be running after the fickle hounds of whim, craving fake styles and useless needs, worshiping in the media's dark pathways, stepping onwards toward darkness, instead of the light.
7/25/10
God reached
down and wrapped me in his arms this morning during mass at
Latest painting of Three Angels. It is a cover for my latest book: A Cloud of Earth Angels.
It didn’t photograph well.
7/26/10
I was sitting here thinking about Jesus’ comment to me that "One day people will read what I write and take it to heart.” But as I look around, at all the current use of gadgets and read articles about our ‘wired up world’ I have to wonder why. Why would anyone cut into their busy life, stop computing, or twittering, or phoning or watching television to spend a half hour to read about my travels with Jesus?
Jesus doesn’t give a real answer, only the comment, “They will need to.”
What does that mean?
Maybe he is referring to a far distant future where everything is different. So different it is useless to speculate. Still, the question plagues me. What set of circumstances would entice people to read of my conversations and travels with Jesus. I wonder if it will be because they will see something in the sky that will shout for explanation or if their life circumstances will be so dire that they will turn to mental travel as an escape or perhaps they will come to realize they have neglected a valued spiritual path. My imagination doesn’t go any further than these ideas. I guess I will never know the answer because I will probably be long gone from the scene. So I am left with a new question of which I will probably never get answer.
7/27/10
This evening, we had someone join us in travel who hadn't before, and this is always exciting. I wanted to show him the most beautiful people I'd see so far, besides humans, so we traveled to Silver World. It took me a moment to remember what I used to call it, but as soon as I stepped into its silver atmosphere I remembered. The people’s bodies are like mirrors that reflect their surroundings. We watched a number of adults gather into a group in the forest for a meeting, reflected greens and browns and blue sky swirled in every direction as each person stood or squatted.
The forest is where Jesus first showed me these people and, I noticed that our new traveler’s surprise was just as grand as mine had been. He was amazed by their beauty.
We didn’t stay long in the woods. Instead we went towards a city where a group of children were playing. The people all have wings, but can’t use them for flight any longer. The children are more able to fly than the adults and we watched them jump and do long glides through the air as they played. They are so beautiful but it takes a mental adjustment to be able to pick them out of their surroundings.
This was a short travel and the only place we visited. Jesus pointed out the other continent and mentioned that some people were beginning to homestead there. At one time it was made uninhabitable.
I should also mention that I showed the new traveler the sky bridge and showed him how I use the palm of my hand to make contact with the smooth wood and how it helps me become orientated. It isn’t easy, this traveling, even though we travel with Jesus. It takes disrupting our personal knowledge of time and place, allowing our minds to wander without boundaries, daring to accept that every place, no matter how far away, is accessible to mind. I am still learning these lessons. I still need to learn to focus longer, meditate better, and control my jumpiness. I can vaguely see the road I still must travel, hard, but the end will be glorious.
7/30/10
We met as a group, a few of my usual friends along with three children. I wondered about the children, if it was too much going off planet to explore because they still have so much to still learn about earth, but my friend explained that they were well trained and vary capable. I am sure they are and I wish other children could be as well trained.
We walked slowly through the sky-tunnel. As I put my hand on its wooden side, I suddenly had the notion that the earthy tree-ness that composes the tunnel wanted to travel along with us. This is impossible as far as I know. But it made me realize that most of our land is covered in forests. Trees share a large portion of earth with us. When we humans finally achieve physical travel to the stars and planets on other systems, maybe a thousand years from now, we should bring a variety of tree seeds with us so our valuable trees can also colonize the new planet.
I ask who ever reads this and is capable of traveling in a ship that you bring a part of a earth tree with you along with its seeds. Certainly, the tree essence of earth has earned the right to spread through the galaxy just as we will one day. And because of the people we visit this evening, I think it is wise of us to keep all kind of seeds in storage, just in case. Just in case we destroy this beautiful planet of ours and need to move underground to survive.
The people we visited this evening needed to do this because they faced great danger during the night. They had to be ready to jump into a shelter. At first, we only saw white mountains in the background with strips of pink and green fauna running in rivulets as far as I could see across white sands. We walked for a short while and came to a huge slab of polished granite sunk into the ground. It was the first of many steps that led downwards into a huge system of tunnels and caverns. I was suddenly reminded of another place we had visited where people also lived in caves underground because of severe, frequent hurricanes.
Jesus explained to us that these people were an off shoot of that other world we had visited. In fact, the other world was floating in the sky above us.
“A little further away than earth's moon.”
Jesus explained further: Weather wise, this planet was the opposite of its wet twin, this one was sandy and dry. Both worlds were small and circled each other as they moved around their sun. Long ago, the people learned how to travel from one planet to settle on the other. A later war destroyed all knowledge of ship building. The people were left with stories and legends.
Jesus told us all of this as we walked around inside one of the caverns. At one point, we stopped to look at one of the people. They looked similar to us humans, but different. The person we looked at was a very dark pink. Jesus explained that it was a powder the person put on to cover their body and that the people use different powder colors to make up for the natural camouflage ability they had just about lost. Only their priests were still able to naturally camouflage themselves during religious ceremonies. I suddenly remembered that on the other world the people seemed able to change their skin color at will to match the colorful rocks in which they lived.
We walked further and stood before an amazing panorama made out of different colored marbled stone, perhaps to imitate the gem stones from the other world. Jesus told us that this wasn’t marble but a highly compressed sand made to look like gem stones. The whole array, 40 to 100 feet of it curved into a half-circle, was strikingly beautiful. These people weren’t primitive but the need to live below ground made them seem lacking in technology.
We left but I kept wondering why we went to these two worlds specifically, and felt fearful we might make our own world uninhabitable one day through the careless use of oil or nuclear bombs.
Jesus didn't lesson my fear when he told us that he wanted to show us how very fortunate we are on earth. Fortunate to be able to walk and live above ground, out in the open, beneath a beautiful sky and sun, and to bask in earth's many blessings. Yes, we are truly blessed and we’d soon better start conserving what we have before we loose it.