7/3/12
I laugh every time I think of the lesson Jesus taught me this week. I often throw bread out for the birds but realized this is silly during spring and summer, so stood holding the stale bread and crackers and wondered if I should toss it all in the trash.
Jesus suddenly said to me, “I feed the birds.”
That was enough for me so I tossed the mess in the trash. Days later, I felt greatly bothered about how the severely dry weather was effecting the birds; so I went out of my way to buy a bird bath. So far, as of this writing, no bird has used it. I sat wondering why and then remembered what Jesus had said about food. How silly of me. If Jesus feeds birds, he also gives them something to drink. I supposed that a small bird can get water from even a single drop when anyone waters their lawn or flowers.
So lesson learned along with more ideas to ponder, such as, why are we humans so self centered that we think Jesus and angels only concern themselves with us? When I told a friend from church that a small bird flew into my house, she told me that meant there would be a death in the family. My first thought was how could anyone believe in such superstition, because surly it was just an old wives tale. I mean, how would a bird know that some person was about to die?
As I continued to think about it, I tried to come up with some scheme where the statement would hold true. Then I suddenly put two and two together and realized it might potentially be true. Birds are of the air, angels are of the air, Jesus takes care of birds. Why wouldn’t the angels whisper to birds like they do humans. No doubt, the birds would listen better. Then what of the other animals? Why not? A whale gathers with us when we spread God’s light upon the earth. Are we just being myopic to think only we matter? Worth thinking about; worth getting off our high horse and taking a new look at God’s kingdom, maybe with a different perspective. Well, I am sure the bird flew in because I left the window open, but that simple incident gave me a new, interesting view of life. I wonder if the angels talk to my dog, Kali?
Note
Jesus told me that if I choose, I can live on a water world in my next life. (Not very Catholic, I know). Such a choice wouldn’t mean that I’d forget about Earth; I know I will be back on earth in a later life, during a new generation. I have memories of it. I will be back in time to live life during the Star Trek generation, however many years that is from now. I can’t even guess how many years from now because I suspect we humans have as much going against us, as well for us. Personally, I hope I skip the disasters and only come back for the good times, but Jesus probably thinks otherwise.
7/8/12
I know it for myself that what Father said in his sermon Sunday is true. He said that coming to mass helps slow us down long enough to listen to Jesus. At other times during the week we busy ourselves with the many tidbits of life, seldom taking the time to relax, think, and talk to God. A very great and holy man told me once that we should meditate for 15 minutes every morning and evening to keep ourselves balanced. Such a simple thing to do, which I have neglected. It would be ideal to be in touch with Jesus all the time. But that is a hard thing for us humans to do. I think perhaps some monks and nuns living apart from society may be able to do so. Not sure, but how wonderful of them that they include all of us in their prayers.
7/8/12
Father’s sermon zeroed in on me this morning. I’d been feeling down lately and even stopped meditating as often as I used to. Jesus later explained to me that I often falter because I try to do too much and that I need to stop trying to save the whole world. He advised me to just concentrate on those few I think I can help. He is right again. Leave the big jobs to him, it is enough for me to attempt the little ones.
Such a beautifully cool and pleasant Sunday and yet, for hours I felt down, dejected, a failure, and everything about me negative, until I met with Jesus. Even though I didn’t feel like it, I filled my little pond, sat back and decided a visit with Jesus would cure what ails me. It did, because with Jesus I am never a failure. He sees us different than others see us or we see ourselves. Jesus always makes me feel worthy, as if I had or am doing something important. I often doubt even that because so many people are doing so much more than I could ever achieve for heaven. Even so, I knew I’d keep working at doing my best.
If this is all I can do, then I promise to do it well. I smiled at Jesus and then watched the water ripple on my leaky pond. Jesus suggested we travel to Tree World. That is where the holy ones send out human, looking bots to watch and intermingle with the people. A few friends joined Jesus and I as we landed in a seemingly uninhabited part of the continent. I stood near a very small bridge made out of red rocks, surrounded by tall, green grass with tips of brown. Looking down I saw a small creek running below the stone bridge but at one time or during certain seasons it must be much larger, else why the bridge. It looked like water had once run up the banks, but now it was small enough for someone to jump over.
As we looked at the bridge and the way the rounded stones were set in place to hold it up, the little bots showed up. I tried to see them clearly enough to describe but it was hard because they move so quickly. For my benefit, Jesus asked one of them to stand still. To me it looked like a small human the size of a small, tailless monkey with big eyes and light skin. It even looked to be clothed but I think that was part of its skin set up in a pattern of colors. It was a created biological construct that was used as a camera-recorder, and probably more. I understood that everything on this world was biological.
For now, as the few of us stood amid the grass, the air smelled of peace. This world felt good. Maybe at some time in the future this will change, but for now it seemed perfect. Yet, even with its lovely peace and fauna, I doubted if many humans would choose to live here. We couldn’t stand the overlords. I said as much to Jesus.
Jesus stood there smiling down at me as if waiting for something.
It took me a few moments but then I realized why he was smiling. We already have overlords, we just don’t know it, and they are not holy. They are made up of moneyed people who run things behind the scenes. All of us had to nod in agreement at this truth. We can’t always detect them but they are there, and they certainly don’t have the people’s well-being in mind. Then I thought what would happen if humans came to this world physically and how tragic that would be. We would rape it for precious stones or raw metals or anything else we wanted.
Jesus said, “No you wouldn’t. The holy ones who run this planet are very powerful. They would not allow any group to rape their planet.
I got the notion that they wouldn’t even allow beings such as humans to land; perhaps they hide their world from view.
We didn’t stay long this evening. We did look around and wondered at the few mountains, much lower then on earth. Jesus reminded us what he’d told us before, that earth has more been through more turmoil than most planets, this also applies to our unequal growth and evolution. I would suppose that because we have a harder time of it, we are given more chances to do better?
Jesus didn’t dispute this notion. His tolerance, patience and love is quite amazing and I love him dearly for over-looking my many flaws.
7/9/12
We went to Ribbon World this morning. The chants were playing as I met with Jesus and the others and we stepped to that holy place with its strange air sitting in a deep hollow. Jesus tells us to treat it with great respect; I believe we do. We stood above on the scene on the hill with grass and a scattering of small trees and rocks. Looking down one can see the thickness of the air as if it were a large pool without ripples. Across from the hallow lay low lying hills covered in grass and trees. Except for the strange holy place, all of it looked normal.
From the hill, it is easy to see the long lines of worshipers as they step in solemn cadence to their individual prayers. The line twists to and fro, never breaking or interfering with itself, somehow. Jesus waited above as we stepped down into the strange air that no one can explain. People come here from many different planets, in both physical and spiritual bodies, but everyone wears long robes, some of different colors, muted by the substance in the air.
I stepped slowly behind the other person in line and took my place, I felt the need to pray and did, silently. It is always silent here, everyone who prays chooses to do so in quiet. This area is a part of something grand that no one that comes here understands completely. The ribbon Gods who some call God’s fingers (I just came to the knowledge), float above the lines of robed marchers. There are not many of the Ribbon Gods and it feels as if a great privilege has been bestowed on you if you are selected; although, I think everyone that comes here eventually feels a Ribbon God slide through their body during their walk.
A yellow Ribbon God came up to me as I stepped, head bowed, one foot after another. It slowly slid into and through my chest. The ribbon is not solid but transparent as if it is made out of light, but with firm edges. The feeling of this grand light flowing though the body is exquisite, but lasts only an instant. Jesus has explained to me that the Ribbon God gives information at the same time it takes it. It is an exchange of knowledge, but so wondrously done, it feels holy.
Soon I left the line and walked back up the grassy hill where Jesus stood next to a small tree. The others soon joined us. Probably most visitors don’t stay long unless they come in their physical bodies. I got an understanding that those that do must stop and purchase a gown to wear before stepping into the holy air of the Gods. I feel better for coming to this place this morning, content within myself, and willing to just be who I am. I feel well and healed.
7/13/12
I am centered on my worthless self once more. Not just
worthless to the world because I can’t sell a painting
(don’t put them up for sale) or a book (don’t advertise) but worthless to
heaven too. I have had moments when I think I am great and good because I am
doing something for God. But what exactly am I doing?
Am I planting trees in
Why? I sense there is something inside of me that should give me pause before I decide I am worthless, a nugget of light, a treasure, a unique piece of God, a gift given to me to hold temporarily. Yet, it isn’t temporary, is it? This gift of soul will last forever.
7/14/12
I tend to forget all the time that I don’t meditate for Jesus but for myself. When I don’t meditate for a while I begin to feel guilty, which is silly because Jesus doesn’t need my prayer. But something more happens that is harder to explain. I slide into busyness, get sort of crabby, more up-tight, and start feeling off. To most people this might not be much but to me it feels like I fell out of heaven. I wonder if I carry less of God’s light at times like this. I don’t know. God once told me that I can have all the light I want whenever I need or ask for it. So the problem may be that I forget to ask for it, forget to take those few moments to center my mind on God.
I think we are all like this here on earth. There may be too much pain on this round earth for anyone to be in total union with God, except perhaps a few rare holy people. I am not one of them, but I think I can see how it should be, and I think that is the part of the message Jesus wants to convey. Heaven is available to us right here if we would only choose it.
7/18/12
This morning people gathered from every land and each of us brought a few children to stand with us on the mountain. Once again, as we sent our love to God, I showed the children how to shine the light from their center like a flash light. I also told them that they will never loose this ability to share the light even though they won’t always see it. The light expanded from the center of our circle like a balloon of energy that burst milk-white light upon all of us.
We then turned and raised our arms to direct the light around the world. It came back instantly rippling all around us in huge light waves, a wonder to behold.
Since the children were here already, I suggested that we walk in the sky tunnel. As we did, I had each child feel the smooth side of the tree wood. I explained that this sky-tunnel was our ladder into the universe, but only existed when we felt it’s life, and we did feel it pulse beneath our fingers when we touched it.
To each group, I always explain these things over again so than many will learn about the sky-tunnel. It is filled with green leaves and flowers and butterfly’s at any season and has huge windows where the children can look down upon the earth. But their minds are usually turned forward with excitement as to where we will travel next.
This day, we stepped off the sky-tunnel onto the place I call Cotton World because the ground is full of fluffy cotton-like snow at certain times of the year. This fluff delighted the children who twirled in it playfully. Also they were amazed at the huge trees. They look like short and fat earth trees from a distance, but when we got near, the children realized that they were tall enough, but still much wider then we are used to on earth. I speculate that these trees may have come from earth or earth trees may have come from Cotton World, either is possible.
As the children played, Aaron and his family came out of their home to greet us. It was interesting to see Jesus, who is very tall, stand next to Aaron who is short and stocky in build. Actually, about my own height, his wife also. Their children about in their late teens, are taller. They joined in the play, throwing fluffy stuff all around.
The visit lasted only a few moments; it takes longer to write about it. We left by popping back to earth to stand on the mountain once more. All of us thanked God before departing. We adults stood upon the mountain for another moment. Each of us agreed to do what we could in our own land to spread and intensify God’s light.
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complained that it was hard for me because
7/23/12-just a note
Watched
Religion news on 56.2 (finding all kinds of interesting stuff since I got rid
of satellite) A congressman from
Another program I learned about without satellite is Moyers and Company. He always has good people on who talk about their ideas and he asks them questions. This last week he had on Chris Hodges who said we are moving into an oligarchy. I looked it up. It means a nation run by a small group of( rich and famous) people. Are we there yet?
7/25/12
I keep thinking of the last trip I went on with Jesus where he pointed out that we have our own over lords. I begin to realize that Jesus is putting a mirror up to us by showing us how life is different in other places. It is better to see ourselves through contrast and example than through derogatory statements. We are all students and Jesus is our teacher because what other purpose would any life have besides growth and learning and love. So inch by inch we become part of the promise Jesus gave us—to save everyone.
7/26/12
As I talked with Jesus this morning I admitted I was amazed at our human tendency towards resilience and optimism. We seem able to walk through horrific events with ease or should I say blindness? I refuse to imagine myself under one of those movie theater seats trying to avoid bullets. I can only think about it so far and no further. I need to hold it at a distance. The same goes with the starving babies, families without lights and heat, hunger, torture, or murder.
Why Jesus? Why? I ask. Why must we swim in polluted waters?
Jesus explained it as something like this: Some worlds are smooth, some very wrinkled and earth is very wrinkled. It is part of a range of existence for this span of time. Yet, great things will come from your struggles.
“We can’t see that far.”
Then I remembered when Jesus and Mary his mother took me into space and showed me the vast light they called the Source with everything flowing and tumbling out of it like a horn of plenty. I was reminded of the light from a movie projector in a dark theater. I think it was a symbol of how God keeps the universe running. God lives within us and experiences what we experience. God could turn off life like we turn off a light switch, but does not.
Sometimes it seems like we should be turned off. But Jesus sees more, he sees what we can become. Also, the many worlds he took me to visit had people just like us living on them, so the human form must be valuable. I guess we will keep on pushing or muddling through until we eventually become what God intends for us. So maybe our optimism is justified after all.
7/28/12
I debated with myself for days whether I should put this next writing on the web. It isn’t that Jesus didn’t say it, he did, it is just that I wasn’t sure what it meant. He told me I would understand eventually.
I was up very early this morning when Jesus called me to meditate. I agreed and climbed up a small hill, grabbing hold of a huge gray boulder and tuffs of grass to help lift me up towards the top. I could feel the grittiness of the boulder beneath my fingertips and noticed that Jesus smiled at this. At the top I bent over to admire a tiny flower almost hidden in the grass, then looked up and saw that Jesus stood at the top of the hill, waiting for me. He motioned for me to join him, then pointed downward into the valley below.
He said, “Follow me.”
We walked down a twisting path and entered a small village filled with wooden huts. I got the impression that I was back in time to when people used wood and stone and maybe simple metals for farming. We met four people who had gathered together to greet us. They smiled and seemed very pleased to see us. I think they were a family group.
What was surprising about all this was that we were on earth, an earth of long ago, and these people could see and converse with us.
Jesus said, “They chose to be here.”
I got the impression that these people standing before us were from the future and knew it.
Then he added, “Life is never wasted.”
My imagination went wild at these words, but I still can’t say what they mean exactly and Jesus didn’t elaborate. I guess its up to me to figure it out. I suppose there is enough time and territory on earth to provide for everyone, but I kept remembering the history stories on television. People used to starve and get slaughtered with swards and get raped in war. Jesus did tell me that most attacks were small events that left much of the earth stayed free and at peace.
In other words, compared to today and our ability to level whole cities, the war and strife of long ago was nothing. People could live out whole lives and never be near a problem. It is just that when we study information about the past we clump it all together. Reality was probably different. Well, much to think about and I still don’t understand.
I have been thinking for a while about what the Catholic church might think about some of these writings and I don’t see a problem so far. God says he is alive, the saints are alive so I don’t think the church objects to aliveness for saints. I think the only objection the church has with life after death is that this life shouldn’t determine the suffering in the next one. We should never look at a hungry baby as deserving its suffering because of its past life. That is a horrible idea to a church that believes in charity. (the Buddhists also believe in giving and helping so dismiss this problem somehow). So I wonder if Jesus is implying that all life is so precious that we all get another chance. If you think about it from Jesus point of view, we are all babies who act up out of ignorance.
7/29/12
Well, I should have known that Jesus had my mind spinning for a reason. I should have remembered that Jesus never says or does anything against the church. So the only conflict with anything he shows me must be within myself. All this became clear in church this morning. I went to St. William’s church this morning because two members of my family are becoming Catholic. As I sat in church, Jesus spoke to me about pulling people to him. And then Father Savickas also talked about it in his sermon. Then suddenly, he mentioned one word three times and it gave me a jolt. Eternity.
Now I knew what Jesus meant when he said, “Life is never wasted.”
Jesus smiled at me as I finally got it. The group of people we saw on a past earth were living in eternity, they were there by choice and I think they could leave again at any time even though they were not in spirit but real, solid people. I suspect this means that they are living or traveling in eternity. I am amazed. I presume that people will walk backwards on earth, go back in time to areas they know are safe and then live simple lives. Well, why not if you have all eternity to walk within.