June 16, 2018

This morning I sat by the natural well with water dripping down the rocks and remembered my old painting that shows me looking into a well with the reflection of children playing and a nuclear war. Unknowingly, I had portrayed myself as living in the future watching a horrible memory from the past. Surly this potential event will not happen because the possibility has been erased by now. Still, sorrow lay heavy on my shoulders this morning until my friends joined me at the well. I felt much better as the few of us walked out of the sun dappled, humid forest together. It was pleasing to see the tiny white flowers glowing against the dark soil as if to decry their lowly state. I smiled because we humans were about to do the same, stand tall to give our glow weight against darkness.

We walked and then climbed a very high mountain together, so high it was covered in ice and snow. This day I wanted to stand as tall as possible on our earth to send out God’s light energy to everyone below. I worried that our gathering is but a spring breeze wafting over the land that was about to meet a tornado head on. With such a power in front of us it seemed hopeless as if our efforts against those of darkest soul is for naught. My friends reminded me that tornados, though powerful, are short lived and limited in size while we can send our ever present gentle breeze to flow all the way around the circumference of earth.

Yes, of course, my friends are right. We gathered together atop the mountain beneath a deep blue sky and blazing sun. We called out to as many of the broken people as could hear us to come and join us in the gathering upon the mountain. Broken but not finished--People who have had their children taken away. People in Japan who felt nukes first hand. People in Tibet who felt the whip of China. People in China who feel crushed by their government. People who remember what the Jews went through in the 1930’s. People in Africa whose family members were slaughtered in territorial wars. People in America and around the world who have felt their livelihoods disappear.

We also called out to all the people who meditate to join us this morning. We called to all those people who gather in prayer, all the nuns in convents, all the monks in monasteries, all the priests and holy leaders who continually fight against evil in their daily lives.

As the hundreds of us gathered, angels joined us from the future and the past. Together we welded into a circle with God as Jesus blazing in the center as light flowered and grew potent inside our bodies.

I felt golden light surround me outside and inside and overtake every muscle, artery and vein inside my body, atoms of liquid gold dispersed as a gentle cloud throughout my tissues. The same for each of us and the whole mountain where we stood. Now filled with golden energy, our eyes and hearts and hands lit up like lanterns, we left the mountain. Our lighted spirits flowed like spring rains and streams down its sides, around rocks and over cliffs until we reached our native land. There we spread out as far as we could reach. I took a moment to look down from above as we left the mountain—hundreds upon hundreds of lights moving down and across the land reaching out to other people to ask them to join in this morning’s battle for the world’s heart and soul.

I walked into small plowed farm fields and spoke to a few men on huge tractors. “Join us in our effort to spread love,” I whispered. To another, I said, “Help us lift fear from people’s hearts.” To another I said, “Don’t be afraid of people who are different.”  I went to where many beautiful cows were gathered and spoke to a few men who were close by. “Join us in love for neighbors across the land.” I whispered.

I went to a women in a small town who was putting groceries in her car, “Don’t be afraid. Love and concern for other people will keep us all safe.” To another lady, I suggested that we will not allow what happened to their grandparents in WWII to happen here. I whispered, “Join us in the spiritual fight to abolish hate.”

At one moment, hundreds of us, maybe thousands, ablaze in God energy, gathered in a circle the center of the United States. We turned and sent the golden light of love out from our spiritual centers onto the whole of the land. Love that whispers to everyone that all life is worthy and valuable because it is born of God. Yes, though they are hard to understand, even those people who have attempted to destroy themselves with drugs or hate. Still, I sent out love because the love I send always reverberates back into me.

Finally, the rosary ended as did my tears for the broken people in the world. I felt emotionally wrung dry. I know this morning was successful, that many thousands of us gave our all too healing spiritual wounds.

June 23, 2018

I thought about time during our gathering together on the mountain. I know that the mountain I climb isn’t exactly the same as the mountain my friends climb because each place is personal and comes from our own mind, but what about time? I try to meditate early in the morning rather than later, but some of the people who join the group live on the other side of the world, my morning is their night. Yet, all of us stand under the same blue sky and in the same sunlight and walk amid green trees and other fauna as we spread an abundance of God’s light. So I wondered what this meant and asked Jesus.

His answer, “You step out of time.”

This actually makes a lot of sense because, of course, in spirit form we don’t need to follow any specific clock. I know that when we visit another planet, its time period has no relation to earth’s. We can visit at any time during a planets history, and I often wonder if the native people we meet who lack technology are just in the early stages of evolution. A number of times, Jesus has insisted on the opposite implying that the people are content without it.

Plus, Jesus has led us to different times in earth’s own history and future. One time, Jesus took me completely out of what we consider space time and showed me all of the universe at once.

He said, “It is all there in front of you.”

What I saw was a rounded cluster of billions of stars and as we moved inside the swarm the stars got wider apart and opened up until we arrived at normal space above the earth. Another time, Jesus and Mary showed me the Source of everything. Everything I could ever imagine was pouring out of one vast bundle of light, as if all matter were being created at once and always. And, finally, Jesus told me he would manipulate time. I turned on the rosary CD, which usually takes twenty minutes. This time the rosary was done in five minutes.

Jesus seems to lead our group, whoever joins us that day, past our pre-conceived notion of reality. We push against the envelope of what most people consider normal. This is can be enlightening and challenging, it is part of the human condition to never be satisfied, to always feel the need to climb the higher mountain.

These ideas swam around in my mind as I climbed up the side of the mountain this morning on an upward sloping, rock strewn hill, at the edge of a tall green forest. I rubbed my hand over the rough sun whitened rock and felt its grittiness. This helped orientate me and give me focus. When we entered a large stand of trees on the side of the mountain, it felt wonderful to imagine the fresh, clean air the forest breathes out for us every day. I took a moment to stand still and breathe the air into my lungs before walking forward. Was I able to be physical for that split second moment? I don’t know.

Our group continued upward and out onto a hilly grass field strewn with wildflowers, arriving at a patch of clear cerulean sky. I have been slowly reading “The Hidden Life of Trees by Peter Wohlleben and it has been a wonderful adventure with surprising information about trees. So this morning my mind wanted to visit a forest in the Appalachian Mountains on my way to meet God.

I love trees, one saved my home one night when a truck came crashing down the street, hitting and smashing everything in its path. The truck hit the tree in front of my house. It later died, but not before starting a baby tree near the fence. I treasure that baby tree now. Also, when I travel with Jesus, we often walk up a sky tunnel built of tree-ness or tree mind into space. Trees will always be important to us. One day, when we travel to other planets, we will take the seeds of trees with us. We will be the Johnny Appleseeds of the Milky Way. But I got off the subject.

Jesus and many other people had already gathered and were climbing up this same path. Finally, we stood beneath a deep blue sky, near on a dirt road that was more like a trail. We were above numerous rising hills and valleys covered in trees. I wondered, for a moment, how this wild and interesting view had escaped modern development.

As we gathered around into a circle, I felt a warm sensation as God reached a golden hand into my body and filled my soul with liquid gold and love. I felt this as a cue on how to spread God love this morning. The warmth of love is everything. This certainty entered my mind at God’s touch. And this is what I repeated when I walked the land this morning.

I think the other spirits who stood with Jesus felt the same this morning about spreading warm feelings with the light. Every few steps of my spirit, I stopped amid groups of people and spread out a huge bubble of warmth with the light and said, “Love is most important.”

I repeated this in every small town I walked through. I stepped into small cities, grew the warm light bubble large to bursting, as I whispered into the air, stirring it up with the breath of my voice, “Love is most important. Don’t be afraid.”  I saw the light inside the bubble swirl with the message. The other people along with many priests, monks and nuns who had joined us this morning were doing the same. When I stood amid a group of people I felt warm, swirling love penetrate their hearts and feed people’s souls.

I went to a lady working a counter in a small town and felt her heart warm up with love. A mother walking children to a car, another women working at a desk. To each of them the light penetrated their hearts and they felt satisfied with their own understanding of love.

I know the light didn’t penetrate all people in a town. I watched my breath of light swirl and skip around one man. There were others that the light seemed to have little effect on. But most people who felt God’s warming love this morning also felt their souls swell with love and felt rewarded. I certainly felt this love feed back into my own soul over and over again because love is most rewarding and is all that truly matters.

As a final step, I went to the border and held on to a young, thin mother who was grabbing on to her baby in fear. She was almost numb with the trauma of all the walking and recent misery she’d just been through. I sensed her ambiance about the news that the government might take her child.

“But she will live.” she moaned and hung her head.

I wrapped my arms around her and tried to comfort her and fill her with hope. I know she was praying to Jesus for help. I believe he will see that she gets through this ok.

After this, I had to leave. I felt drained of emotion as if I had used up all the love God filled me with this morning. I know this isn’t true, but I dropped out of my meditation still feeling sad about the plight of the people at our borders. Surly we could make room for them in this huge, wealthy country of ours? But this is happening all over the world now due to conflicts and hate. What is to become of us? I don’t know.

June/29, 2018

I feel as if I have been cut off at the knees. My meditations are all about spreading real values:  love and concern for people of every kind, as opposed to an evangelical type of love that seems to exclude those who think or look different. I base this love on the biblical God and Jesus who said all people have value. I am afraid that my meditations are not powerful enough to help change what is happening in today’s America. I feel powerless and unable to turn this political quagmire around to good.

Recently, as I watched the Hand-maiden’s Tale, a very powerful drama about America becoming a totalitarian state, I shuddered at the possibility of it becoming true.

Jesus spoke up then and told me it won’t happen here, that we still have the ability to prevent the demise of democracy. He certainly must be right, but still I feel a sense of fear until I remember the thousands of people who step out there and fight for all people’s rights. Here in America, we won’t go down easily.

Still, the good is so soft and gentle does it ever win? This is a question I asked Jesus this morning.

His answer:  “Wait and see.”

His implication being that something is going to change soon for the better. Also, Jesus himself is a testament to the ability of good to overcome the bad. So I will hold my impatient self in check and wait.  

June 30, 2018

This morning when we gathered upon the mountain, my friends and many angels agreed to join in the March for Children that was happening around the nation today. The march is a statement that our nation is better than this. Our nation’s soul is on the line. We don’t need to use drastic measures such as forcing children from mothers who came here for sanctuary. Surly we have learned a lesson after taking the lands from Indians, after hanging hundreds of black men, and after denying people a seat at the table because of their skin color. Just recently, we seemed to be in the process of doing better, until…

So today those of us who gather together upon the mountain stepped down and joined the other marchers in various cities across the nation. The idea is that if we can save America, then it will go a long way to saving the rest of the falling nations in the world.

I went to Detroit first. I walked next to a mother who had brought a young girl and boy with her to the march. I whispered to her it was a great thing to do. Perhaps she was also thinking of her parents who may have marched with Martin Luther King. I also walked with a young college girl with her blond hair tied up in a ponytail and wearing shorts. She walked with a group of other young students. I envy these young people who have so much drive and energy.

I went to New York and joined in their march. A man was selling food in the middle of it. People were shouting but enjoying themselves with food and drink and carrying signs. I stepped over to San Francisco and joined their march for a moment. Here there were a lot of young men mixed in with the women. I stepped over to Los Angeles. Here I walked with a lot of Hispanic women and children. I stepped in Chicago where it is very hot. One man was pouring a bottle of water on his head. I smiled at his willingness to march in such heat.

In every place I went, I sent out a huge bubble of God light to encourage the marchers and feed their souls so they could continue. They were marching because of love. My friends all did the same which means there were hundreds of us joining with the people and encouraging people this day. Love may be soft but it will win.