July 4, 2019

We’ve been building a wall during meditation in an attempt to put a halt to our current president’s charade of power, to stop his forward movement. The wall is symbolic, of course, and, worst of all, according to Jesus “It isn’t enough.” 

But we tried. In an attempt to halt progress, we built a wall out of glass bricks, each with a touch of God light inside because love is the greatest barrier against cruelty. When I say ‘we’ I include many of us who gather together during meditation. Then a number of trees came to stand at attention next to the wall to help hold it up, and even whales swam past in agreement. Both trees and whales have a high stake in the damage that is ongoing on our world, damage that will continue unless we stop the dictators trying to destroy it.

Something more needs to be done. I am but a grain of sand on a beach, stirred up by a wash of current, grating against the tide but helpless to move beyond my allotted space. Most of us feel the same, as if we were the German people in the days of the Nazi wondering what we could do to change it. Seemingly very little, at the moment. We have the vote to look forward too, but the other side will rig the vote in their favor if they can, so we need to convince everyone to get out and vote against this tyrant. Trump is pushing further and further against the envelope of sanity because he knows his days are numbered. God is here. God works through his people and we will persevere.

Until then, what else can we do except pray for those children and people at our boarder, give if we can, and call on the angels to help protect our nation from the worst of sins. I am going to meditate and, with the help of other likeminded spirits, turn the people towards family and a celebration of love so they won’t feel the need to watch the perverse parade of tanks and planes planned for our nation’s capital this day. Happy Fourth of July.

July 8, 2019

I so much enjoyed this beautiful, rain free, perfect afternoon as I sat in my back yard watching my kitten play and my old dog sleep, I thought it would be nice to travel with Jesus. He said we should go someplace soon and this seemed like a good time. Mostly, I like to travel with Jesus while outside and listening to the trees rustle and the flowers grow. Ha. When Jesus mentioned traveling, I asked if he would take us to some place that I could paint because I want to share what we witness with many other people, if they are interested. Most of the planets we go to are very similar to earth or unpaintable for some other reason. I tried a few times to paint a place I call Ribbon World, but could never seem to get it right, so I gave up. Maybe a different planet will have something of interest for me to paint on canvas. Ideally, I would have a camera in my head to record everything I see, but baring that...I’ll just need to describe the places we visit the best I can.

Jesus agreed to travel this day and a number of people decided to follow along with us. At my insistence, we walked up through the sky tunnel. Jesus reminded us that this wasn’t necessary, but I remembered the first time Jesus took me into the sky tunnel and how amazed I was at its aliveness and presence. So this day I put the palm of my hand against the fine grained red wood to feel the tree’s pulse as I followed Jesus up the tree tunnel to the top edge. There we stopped and stood behind Jesus

“What color should I think about?” I asked Jesus.

His answer was “Just follow me.”

So we did. My first impression was all colors, deep and vivid, as if every color of the rainbow were flying at me. Finally, the colors settled down to the deep, dark purple of space filled with a billion star points. Right in front of where we floated in space, was an odd assembly of bubbles, mostly single layers, but a few layers thick in various places, as if put together by chance like in a bubble bath.

As we moved closer, I noticed that different colors filled or reflected off the glass like bubbles. Some bubbles reflected the stars from inside, but others were filled with colored gas. Jesus explained that this arrangement of bubbles was a Way Station for ships.

We floated towards a string of bubbles and then pushed into a single bubble so huge we could hardly see the other side. Its sides and floor was filled with an abundance of greenery beneath a sun shining down like on earth. We stepped down and walked on a grassy range of hills covered in grass and wild flowers. Even in my spirit form, I picked up the aroma of flowers. I saw a small stream meander down a far hill and even a mountain in a far off distance. That is how large this bubble truly was.

Then Jesus took us into another bubble. This one was similar but looked and felt slightly odd. Jesus said the combination of oxygen was different here. He also said that similar environments in the Way Station were next to each other. We quickly stepped through a number of different bubble environments and came to one that seemed filled with red. I saw what looked like a yellow/red sunset as we stood amid, dark growing plants. Another bubble was totally filled with ocean water. 

As we moved from one bubble to another, we didn’t see any people or other beings. Perhaps because the arrangement was so large, but I got the impression that the Way Station was often empty and waiting for any ship that needed it. As we left, we did see a few odd shaped ships that were docked at the edge of some of the bubbles. So there were people or beings but we had avoided them.

I thought it amazing that such a thing exists in the far future, or maybe not future. Perhaps only future to us, and maybe this way station existed now. When we travel in space, time seems irrelevant, and perhaps many beings are more advanced than humans right now. Jesus once took me to a grouping of paradise worlds floating in space that looked similar to what we just saw, a grouping together of red bubbles until we got closer and stepped into one to watch the inhabitants go about their daily lives. This time, the populations weren’t the subject of our travel this day.

This must be a Way Station for different kinds of beings in the universe and provided the correct mix of environmental needs, such as air, water, or gravity, for any being from any planet. (If this seems too much like science fiction, remember that Jesus can exist in all times even a million of years into our future. He once told me that when humans finally do travel to other stars by ship, it will look like the ship in Star Trek.)

Just now, Jesus told us that this bubble way station could come close to our own solar system and we would never know it. He also explained that if a ship was in distress, this configuration or collection of bubbles could enclose that ship in a bubble and bring it back to the way station. This seems really impossible, but who knows what kind of technology more enlightened beings might develop. 

 Ah well, maybe I’ll be able to paint what we saw on this visit.

The Way Station had more layers then this photo of bubbles.

July 13, 2019

Jesus, the Lord we love and follow, is at our boarder, walking among the people, sitting down to eat with them, being encaged with them. When he told us two thousand years ago that he would walk among us, he meant today’s world. He told us he would ask for water or food. Don’t think his words were not true. Jesus sat down and supped with me one evening. He may have sat and eaten lunch or dinner with you or been turned away and asked to leave.  He can look like anyone, but he has a special aura, of holiness or goodness. You won’t know it was Jesus until after he is gone. Then you will feel amazed and pleased by his visit. The angels who follow and work with him do the same. 

In the bible when Jesus sent people out to preach, he was also sending them as scouts to learn the feelings of the people. Jesus is doing the same today, but I think the numbers sent out are vastly greater than before. When we gather upon the mountain as spirits or stand as a group around a nation, the angels who join us multiply our numbers the thousands. They see and report the horrors of inhumane treatment, the neglect, the lack of empathy shown by our leaders.

Sadly, our sins paint the nation in a black and blue bruise, but at the same time, our love and togetherness can fill the air with rose perfume and carry sunshine into dark corners, just as a journalist and cameraman did recently during a PR event with Mike Pence. 

The camera showed four hundred men in a cage, kept there for more than 40 days, so cramped they can’t lay down to sleep. It is like a Holocaust scene where Jews were packed into train cars for long distances without food and water. The image of the cage packed with tightly standing men showed the water coolers outside the cage, which means that the men had to beg for a glass of water from the guards, guards who wear face masks to keep away the stink of the people because they have not been allowed to bathe or brush their teeth. (Huff Post 7/13/19)

It reminds me of the PR movie that had been hidden for many years of Jews dying on the streets from hunger and people stepping over their bodies. America is becoming the Nazi Germany of the 21st century. This must be stopped. But then America has always had a penchant for treating people like animals. We held on to slavery far longer than other nations. Even now we disenfranchise young black men and then jail them because they haven’t learned to live right. I despair, but not for long because caring people will fix this.

Millions of normal, average people are fighting and standing tall against this regime of hate. The group at church last night was a welcome sight. The prayer gathering was sponsored by the Sisters of St. Joseph. Sister McDonald who works with the refugees at the border and in Detroit led the prayer meeting.  She asked us to sign a petition to stop the abuses. Father Thomas spoke and reminded us to be careful of how we speak about other people who may be helpless to change things. He added that we should look to ourselves to deepen our own love for each other. After this we shared peace and a handshake with those in the church this evening. I felt more at peace after we gathered to pray for those unfortunate people.  There are many people in our nation who feel like we did this night, aggrieved and ashamed at what our current leaders are doing to “the least of us.” 

I was pleased to learn from a flyer about how many other religions are working on the behalf of the immigrants too: Temple Israel and the Michigan Muslim Community Council. I can only donate about $20.00 but the angels told me years ago that whatever I donate, they insure that it gets multiplied many times. Yes, we care and we will change what is happening in our America before it is too late. 

PS Jesus told me we are going to revisit the Way Station because he didn’t show me what was most important. It is my fault. I tend to grow tired and lose focus so always want to leave too soon. Usually, Jesus has a reason for showing us a certain place and I can’t wait to find out why we visited the Way Station. 

Men in cages - Reutters photo -Not the same photo in Huff Post this morning

July 26, 2019

We gathered along the eastern seaboard of America this morning, thousands of like-minded spirits. We carried the breath of God within us and began to walk forward towards the west breathing a cloud of God breath onto any person who seemed receptive to the light. God’s breath carries truth and change and love and life and even forgiveness, all the higher qualities of humanity. This morning upon the mountain, God sent out a plume of golden white light that enveloped our spirits and sank into our souls. This we carried forward with us to share with the rest of humanity.

As I walked forward, through towns and countryside, I watched as my breath flowed above and around everyone in my path like a gentle cloud of pixie dust. It was visible only to myself and the other spirits who walked forward breathing out their own gift from God. Not everyone was receptive of this invisible gift of truth and love, though I suspect the truth we shared this day may eventually work its way into many minds. The youngest seemed to take notice that something was happening and were greatly receptive, smiling as they absorbed the truth. I met and walked past many youth and I felt their feed-back of understanding. 

I began down in South Carolina and walked forward but made a detour towards Detroit and breathed upon many areas the city. I also went into the center of Michigan to the farmers and small towns and breathed clouds of love and truth to anyone ready to understand the severe danger we are faced with today, not just in the political realm but in every subject and endeavor we hold important for human well-being. God light is wellness and dignity for all, therefore God light must also be full of truth. To understand the truth, all we need to do is listen. 

And so, what of the symbolic stage, this matrix of many layers we live within or upon? Rather than neglect that hidden stage, just in case, some of us worked hard in that area too this morning. We built up the wall of glass bricks even taller, each with a dollop of God light inside. On this side of the wall is a meadow of grass, flowers and sunshine. Trees stand in the light using their strength to hold the wall in place.

On the other side of the wall is the dark and dim, lifeless realm, a place some might call the netherworld. Just lately, we have climbed the wall and jumped our own spirits into the vast darkness. There we break up the cement-like ceiling high above us that blocks out the sun. Then as the sun ray shines from far above and strikes the barren ground, we plant trees, flowers and other greens. We dug tiny rivers to feed the new-born plants. We did this over and over, even as the shadow beings keep rebuilding the ceiling that blocks out God’s light. A huge whale swam through the space today and hit the ceiling with its body to break it up more of the ceiling.

As we spread light through this large section, we also send shadow spirits back into the tunnel from which they climbed out of to infect our world. Over and over we watched the tunnel grab at the shadows and pull them back like a tornado. We will do this section by section until the job is complete and God’s love reigns supreme.

Believe what I write as real or imaginary, it doesn’t matter, but this work in shadow country is great fun. Join us if you dare.