6/6/15
It hurts to see the extant and depth of poverty around the
world as shown on the news. I suppose it has always been this way, at least,
since the industrial revolution and our modern need for employment. I like to
imagine a world where everyone is at least middle class with enough food and
education which brings with it time for leisure, philosophy and play. But in
that case, we would need 10 earths to accommodate the people. One day, we will have those 10 and more.
As I follow Jesus around the Milky Way and Universe, I see that this will
be the case many thousands of years from now. By then we will have become a
mature people who spread out from earth to settle on other planets, perhaps to
begin again as new Adam and Eves. One day, earth will actually become a
treasured garden planet. All this is so far in the future,
it might as well be a dream. For now, it is enough to say that we have been promised
a heaven from where we can be called back to live again on earth, again and
again, until we reach that maturity.
For my own goal today, I have decided to ask Jesus for advice on what to do about the loud music behind my home. I don’t know why but my hearing seems extra sensitive as I age. In the middle of the night and early morning I can hear the traffic on I-94 which is about a half mile away. I get irked when they blow out the incinerator once or twice a week, and bothered by the jingles of the 4 or 5 ice cream trucks that come by every day, but so far this year, there is only one ice cream truck, a small blessing. On the other hand, I love to hear the church bells ring, roosters crow, and children at yelling and calling during play out front. Perhaps because these sounds seem to hold good promise. Sounds I would add if I could would be the Muslim call to prayer 5 times a day so I could remember to say a Hail Mary and I miss the blues music on Sunday afternoon that someone on a distant street used to play. Blues music is a universal language that shares a similar emotion that all people that can be very soothing.
Instead, when there is a party behind me playing loud, wild music until midnight, it really jangles my nerves. It doesn’t do me any good to get angry, but how can I get relief? I kept thinking of the people in Nazi death camps and how easy I have it compared to them. Actually, the problems of all of us Americans become trite by comparison. So I grin and bare it, but hope Jesus can help me. I do know one thing, Jesus and the angels would never do anything against the people who hound me. They don’t work like that. Love fills them and that is what they send to everyone, even to those who hurt others, even those who kill or rape or destroy or greedily gather up resources for themselves.
One day it will be different. Until then…we can only help, share and pray.
This morning during meditation I walked with Jesus to the mountain with the glowing golden peak. There I received a bundle of such abounding love, I imagined I could feel its weight within my chest, set there as a golden gift meant to be given out to others. I did this as I walked back down from the mountain. It seemed like huge clouds of gold left my own body to enter each person I encountered. This day I went to young teenagers who are so easily disturbed by a slew of various emotions. “Hold on and keep walking the straight path,” I say to them although none can hear me. But they may feel the golden cloud that we share for a moment. It may give them strength to keep plowing through the riffraff to better pastures. This was my prayer for today.
6/13/15
Jesus’ spirit filled the church last evening at the beginning of the mass in his honor, The Feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. His spirit was so huge he was a giant whose shoulders almost went from one side of the church to the other and head looked down almost from the ceiling, his eyes twinkled in merriment. He wore a red drape like is shown in many images.
I assumed he was proud of the energy that was involved in the large number of people at the mass. He seemed very human during that singular moment.
I said to him, “I am so happy you are here.”
He said, “I am always here.”
Of course. How dumb of me to think otherwise. We might not be able to understand how this can be, but our understanding doesn’t matter--what is, is. We must accept this truth: Jesus is everywhere he is invited to be, and maybe everywhere else too.
The church was filled to capacity this evening with about 600 people attending. The mass was lively and solemn in various parts. I loved to hear Father Thomas sing the prayers during mass. The choir also sang great and each soloists sang beautifully. As usual, the song The Rugged Cross brought tears to my eyes. We all laughed and clapped when Father said he was 60 years a priest and still standing.
I felt
pleased to be there amid such joy. I prayed that this energy and joy would
spread past the church and flow out into the surrounding city to lift other hearts.
Surly such exuberance must burst its boundary to spread an invisible cloak of
love far and wide over the land.
6/19/15
We traveled to a new planet this evening. We didn’t use the
sky-tunnel because there is no need when Jesus takes the lead. I like to when
children walk with us because it is good training and helps everyone get used
to the idea of walking beyond earth. This time, we just stepped onto a new
world. We stood in deep red, rolling sand. It had small ripples as if pushed by
waves which must have been the wind because we were not underwater. The sand
didn’t look rusty like Mars because it was such a deep, dark maroon color. Then
I looked up into the sky and it looked dim like dusk would look on earth. I
questioned if it was the less bright sun that gave the sand such a deep red
color. As soon as I thought this I realized how silly my question of was. Of
course it was the sun that gave it tone and color. As on our own world where
the light rays reflect off the surface to give us the color we see. Everywhere looked on this planet things seemed tinged with dusky
shadows and colors.
Jesus explained to us that this sun wasn’t as bright as our own. But as I looked around, I noticed a field of white flowers glowing bright as if in direct contradiction. We walked up to them and although they looked like lilies they were not because they didn’t have a long stems, and more surprising, they began moving away from us as we got close. Even invisible our presence caused a ripple through the field of flowers. They must have been animals wearing flowers on their backs or perhaps the flowers were a vital part of real animal bodies. The field was so large that most of them didn’t seem to move at all, only those directly in our path. Other things did move. Some small rock-like animals with shells that looked like polished gems with spots and splashes of deep blues and reds as if someone had thrown glistening paint at them also scattered away from us and ran fast between and under the flower animals. I followed one for a few minutes delighted by the beautiful gem like essence of it because so much else on this world seemed tinged in gray. We walked across the dark red sand to scattered clumps of tall, dark green foliage. The leaves in one group were slender like fronds but were as tall as trees, grouped into bundles that all together seemed to make a forest.
I asked Jesus if there were people here. He told us yes and we kept walking until we came to their simple village, an open space surrounded by the tree fronds. They were a small people, very humanlike but many glowed with decoration painted on their greenish tinted skins. One person was painted in stripes of white that glowed, perhaps to imitate the flowers. I saw another person carrying one of the flower animals then watched the flower climb up onto its shoulder and sit as if it were a trained pet. The people didn’t seem to be doing anything special, nothing we might call work. They just walked or sat around visiting with each other.
As I stood with Jesus on this other planet, I could hear a bird from a tree in my own yard call for a mate. (This is possible if we choose to use only a part of our mind to travel.) I asked Jesus, “Are there birds on this planet.”
In answer to my question, a white dove-like bird suddenly flew into the village and landed on a green woven basket.
All the
people quickly gathered around the white bird that glowed bright like the
flowers, even in the dim sunlight.
Jesus told us
that he had called the bird to the village. He explained that the people
considered the pure white birds without markings to be gifts from the gods and
good omens.
We watched the people admire the bird and one person reached out and gave it some food to eat. The bird didn’t fly away but accepted the food from his hand. The people began to chatter and gesticulate in reference to the bird. Some sat down to sit and watch the bird as if it were a king sitting on a throne. It was then that I noticed that the floor of the village seemed to be covered in many rounded soft shells or pebbles that gave it a cushioned effect. It looked like a deliberate flooring for the village. The village itself seemed made of fronds from the trees.
I began to
think about the idea of birds on other worlds and where our own birds come
from, then wondered at what this implied. It was time
for me to leave so I could think it through.
As we left, I did think to ask Jesus if there were birds on many other worlds and he said, “Yes.”
‘Do you know what that means?” I commented (like a dummy)
He laughed
and left me to my own thinking. I did remember seeing birds on other worlds we
had visited, but now I wondered how this could be? We love our birds, their
color, their songs, and their continual presence in our yards. But imagine
those huge dinosaurs dying off and changing until one day they become our small
feathered back yard visitors and a constant source of pleasure. So I wonder if
large dinosaurs died off on those other worlds too?
Did a large asteroid cause their die off? And what of other worlds filled with
flowers and furred animals or a million other things we consider belonging
exclusively to earth. I mean similar events must have happened a billion times
throughout the universe to create similar life and human-like beings. Did these
other human-like beings also evolve from ape-like ancestors?
I could keep rolling out the questions out forever. No definite answers came my way except that I know from my travels with Jesus that the universe runs rich with life on most every planet. How can this be? One answer would be that God liked what he created so much that he kept recreating the same circumstances that would produce that life. Or as scientist might think after witnessing the reality of life on other worlds, it must be similar circumstances that caused a specific pattern of evolution to repeat itself a billion times.
Jesus had
told us that the people we saw were very low on the evolutionary scale, what we
might call primitive. (Not unlike a mature being looking at us on present day
earth knowing we have a long way to evolve yet) Every planet we visit must have
a long ago past and future yet to be realized. I suppose if we asked Jesus to
do so, we could have visited a planet during a dinosaur stage of evolution. Not very interesting to my way of thinking. Thinking of all
the possibilities, especially millions of rocky planets filled with life is
mind boggling. Too much for me to think about all at once.
Note-Traveling with Jesus is
simple and doesn’t require meditation, only the will to follow. It is possible
to use more of the mind to become physical or be in two places at once but
takes great training and effort. I have decided not to bother with the effort
off planet. I have did so a few times on earth. I am
sure mature humans in the far future can use their mind to travel physically at
will.
View looking up at the trees in my back yard
6/20/15
I feel like I
owe so much to Jesus and I want to share this value I have received with other
people but am not sure how. This morning, I am sitting outside on my swing in
the back yard with a cup of coffee. The green trees overhead are full of
birdsong, the breeze is nippy, and I watch as a robin perched on the blue arch
over the statue of Mary survey the yard for worms. I may need to take a rag and
wipe the statue off later. Good thing I painted it with enamel. My flowers are
growing beautifully this year because of all the rain this spring. So all told,
I have so much to be thankful for and if I don’t find a way to return and share
this plenitude I have received I will feel guilty.
I am getting ready to meditate and will spread God’s love around to others who haven't found the golden mountain peak yet. Will I then feel I have shared or given back enough? Maybe.
A large group of us followed Jesus as he led us up to the golden mountain peak. Jesus carried a staff like in prior days. He turned and looked back at us seemingly pleased that we had grown into so many. As soon as I stepped into the golden mist, I felt a cloak of light envelope me as if God had taken giant hands and covered me in their embrace. The cloak of love filled my whole body and then I was ready to walk back down the mountain to share the light with others.
This day I
thought of the young people and went to each of them to stand next to each and
let light pour out from my center to touch them like God touched me. I went to
many neighbor children and family members and anyone else who came to mind as I
walked the neighborhood, my spirit a golden, misty giant upon the earth.
I have learned to be selective and careful in what I try to achieve. I can’t fix hard-core cases but perhaps by sending God’s light to those with only slight troubles or on the brink or too young to see what life might hand them, my effort will have good effect. How can it not with God behind the effort?
“Is it
enough?” I ask Jesus.
“It is,”
Jesus answers.
Jesus often
tells me to, “Enjoy, enjoy the moment.”
I intend to take his advise and enjoy this pleasant, green summer.
6/26/15
I was wonderfully surprised when I walked into the 7th Precinct Police Meeting at Sacred Heart this evening and Kyra saw me and called me by name to say hello. Kyra is the Captain of the 7th Precinct. She asked me if I was surprised that she remembered my name from the Grass-roots meeting about the Faygo gate. I laughed and agreed that I was. Later I saw her call quite a few people by name so surmised she has a gift when it comes to remembering people. I was also surprised at the large turn-out. The activity center was filled with people sitting at tables and some people following the announcer for the Hustle in the middle of the floor. I tried to join in a few times but my knees didn’t want to cooperate, so I sat down again. It is supposed to rain tomorrow which makes my arthritis act up. I promised myself that next time I will get up and do the Hustle and Cha Cha.
Captain Hope says that the 7th Precinct is the best one in the city with the least crime. So when the leaders saw what a great job she’s been doing for the last year and a half they did something about it: They added half of downtown too her section. I think it shows how well liked she is in the department.
Her policemen must admire her because eight of them stood and served the tacos to everyone, a hard job of cooking and serving. I joked as i was leaving that I hoped they were on the clock because I have been in that kitchen and know what a hard job it can be. They certainly put out a lot of effort for the meeting.
I call it a meeting but it had more of a party atmosphere
than a meeting, although we did have speakers who gave us some interesting
information. For instance: Did you know that
I also met people I knew and some new people who I became friendly with. The meeting ran longer than expected. In fact, I planned on running in, staying for a short time, and then running out again. I stayed from 6:00 to 9:00. I do hope the next meeting is shorter because I will try to attend that one too.
Jesus as light