6/1/09
Yesterday’s mass was just delicious. As soon as I sat down Jesus said, “Enjoy.”
He meant that I would love the music, and I did. Mozart is my favorite composer, and the Assumption Grotto orchestra played Mozart throughout the mass. Mass was a grand celebration today because a new priest, Father Charles White, was celebrating his first mass, the Knights of Columbus were dressed in finery, and a dinner was served afterwards. Naturally, the orchestra and vocalists and organist sang and played their parts perfectly. It is Sunday celebrations like this that remind me of why I continue to go to Assumption Grotto, even though I am not as conservative as many who come here, and they are going to do it all over again in two weeks at the 12:00 mass.
We had a nice gospel and sermon. One phrase from the gospel stuck out for me and I can’t get it out of my mind. I read Jesus words, “I will no longer speak much with you, for the ruler of this world is coming. He has no power over me…” Jn 14:30. The reading read Prince instead of ruler. This simple statement of Jesus' fascinates me. Jesus knew the dark prince, knew that the dark one could flow through people, knew how it uses people’s faults, knew how it works through guilt, hunger, needs, desires, fears to use people to work its evil. I imagine this is what Jesus meant when he said it has no power over him or can find nothing in him. The dark prince couldn’t find any flaw in Jesus to turn him around from what he intended to do for humanity. Jesus didn't turn around, he gave his life for his friends—us.
6/1/09
I sat and visited with Jesus this evening out in the yard with a strong breeze blowing through the trees, flowers swaying, and the sun dappling the grass. I felt so pleased to be alive and have a yard I that love to sit in with a home, and pets, and job, and family. I felt very grateful. I told God as much and meant it deeply. I told Jesus too and he smiled knowingly. It was Jesus who encouraged me to move back to my home, even when I thought it was hopeless.
He told me once, “You would hate it.”
He was referring to a government assisted apartment that some suggested I should move into. It may be a right move for many people, but not for me. I would rather face hardship and struggle than sit with nothing to do all day.
This evening Jesus asked me if I wanted to receive more information about the angels. I agreed, and then suddenly I realized the truth once again, as if I could ever forget. The angels are our decedents, our children's children's children. So when Jesus tells me their story, he is actually telling the story of humankind’s future.
Here Jesus broke in to my thoughts and said, “It won’t be the exact same future. With effort, the future can be changed slightly. We have put forth much effort.”
He stressed the word effort slightly. So we can’t assume everything Jesus tells us will happen. In fact, he told me that, rather than tell it in chronological order, he intends to skip around in time. He didn’t tell me why.
When I said, “I can’t think there is enough information for a whole book.”
He answered, “You’ll be surprised.”
Well, I like surprises, as he knows, and await this next one.
I was curious so asked, “You already told me much that has or will happen. Is it true what I understand from revelation that you come and save a remnant of humanity, then take us to a new planet?”
That is the story I will be telling you. A story that is amazing in many parts, horrible in others, and beautiful too. It is the story you painted.
“Then I already know the general story, but not the particulars.”
“That is true.”
I am not sure I want to begin today. Can we wait until another time?”
“Of course. I have all the time in the world” He laughed, but then sobered and added, "Although many people on earth don’t. It is for them that I reveal this story. It is for them to sit up and take notice, to put themselves right, to walk in the other direction. Often, a person can be doomed, not by what they have done, but by what they have failed to do, such as give honor to God.
I want to write all this stuff down now. Is that ok?
Jesus smiled down at me as he often does. He understands it all, but accepts my limitations, so we will wait for another day to begin. I can only say again, thank you Jesus, thank you God, thank all of you in Heaven.
5/6/09
This morning began as usual with meeting Jesus and walking to the mountain. When I got there I noticed a number of familiar faces, many from different nations and cultures. I remember writing that I join the others with prayer in my last writing; although, what I should have wrote is that Jesus is the one pulling us together to the mountain to worship God. What happens next bares this out beautifully.
We stood holding hands, all of us, hundreds in the same circle as if there were room for everyone, and there was because it is a meeting of minds not physical bodies. As we stood holding hands and looking up to heaven, every person glowed as if they were a gold leaf. As God sent out energy to envelope us in His energy, I saw by viewing us as a group from the clouds that we looked like a sun flower in full bloom. Golden energy flowed out from the middle giving each petal a golden hew. As we disbursed to go our own ways, it looked as if each petal were a seed scattered in the wind. I realized that we were being sent to our various destinations to plant a golden seed where ever it could take root. We are to share what we have learned with other souls so they too can join us.
Then I saw hope living and alive around the globe. The earth blossomed out like a garden in spring, lush with life. I saw God as an affectionate gardener who kept us in health. This vision lifted my spirits in joy. It could happen. It might happen. It will happen.
At this point, my meditation was interrupted by a phone call from a neighbor from a few streets away, the same neighbor who gave me my big dog. She told me her and her husband were on their way to bring me a bundle of roses from the tree in their back yard. She must have picked half the roses off the tree for me; this bundle of roses was one of the best gifts I have received in a very long time.
She
had visited me yesterday and I told her I was going to have company and we were
going to have a small memorial for my sister who just died up north. It was
truly hard for me to get up north at this time because my niece who was moving
out of state the next begged me to arrange a family gathering. So, in the end,
I couldn't be in two places at once, I decided to have a small memorial in my
yard. My sister had already been cremated so would not be laid out anyway. This
is what I wanted the flowers for and my neighbor
6/9/09
I admit that sometimes I am too wound up or impatient to say a whole rosary. Lately, I kicked my own behind and forced myself too straighten up and fly right by asking myself, “What is wrong with me?” Every once in a while, it is good to do so.
Well, nothing much was wrong with me except that I tend to forget why saying the rosary is so important and I forget how I should be saying it. I know that many people, when they say the rosary, they keep specific mysteries from the bible in mind. This is great for most people, but not for me because I feel a strong need to pray for other people. What good am I if I can’t give some of this treasure God has given me to others? When I pray the rosary for other people, I visualize them during each Hail Mary’s and try to send God's light into their soul, where it is often greatly needed. I am learning that if I stick to my own purpose by remembering the good I can do why praying, then I get less impatient and feel good during the whole rosary.
When I am truly in the mood to help others, the rosary can seem too short. I have met or know people personally who, I believe, could use up a million rosaries and the grace it gives them from Jesus and his Mother before they might make a change in the right direction. At times, I falter because I wonder if I am doing any good. But at other times, Mary herself, has shown me that my prayers are valuable. This being true, then I will keep at it, and keep hoping for the best from everyone, including myself.
Holy Rosary - About the
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6/10/09
It is one of those beautiful, cool days of spring, the sun is sparkling through the trees and if there are misquotes, they haven't found me yet. I sit before my pond because Jesus said we should write more about the angels. But I keep nodding off because of some medicine from the doctor. I decided not to take it anymore. How can I get anything done if I am nodding off all the time?
When I managed to stay awake, Jesus stood near by with an angel on each side. They pointed out their abode that sits almost in my back yard. This subject opened my eyes enough so I could ask questions.
I have known for years that one of their living/working spaces sat here, near my back yard, invisible to the world. (I think they call it a containment.)
This evening I asked the angels why?
"To watch events unfold" an angel said.
They have told me this before. "What exactly is it you are watching? Did you watch my house get damaged?"
“Yes, that, but more, we wanted to watch you recover”
"You knew it would happen then?"
"Yes."
I thought about their inability to interfere with events, or so I suppose.
"Can you move your living space?"
"No. We have no need to do so. It will be here forever." The angel answered.
"Are you here forever?"
"No, we come and go. It isn’t easy, but we do it. We take samples of earth’s fauna and bugs and other small items to another world, our world."
Interesting. "Then you can only carry small items?" I added, "With your mind?"
"Seeds are best, so we have carried a lot of them."
"Jesus took me into your living area or work area before, but can’t remember anything specific except that most of it was white."
"It is white. You might say it is made out of smoke. It isn’t but to you it may seem that way."
"You do a lot of scientific studies from there, don’t you?" This question didn’t need an answer. I thought for a minute and then asked, "You don’t separate God from science like we do here on earth."
At this the angel smiled. "No, never. God is a part of us, our …science. We live for God."
"Yes, I knew that. Do you do this work for God?"
"Yes. We spread seeds to other planets. We do much more than you can understand. Our group watches earth people as you go about your daily lives."
"You can’t actually impinge on those lives, can you?"
"We can’t help overtly, if that is what you mean. We can try and sometimes succeed in persuading a person to change. It is like blowing wind in a person’s face to try to turn them around."
"Does it work?"
"No, not if a person is determined."
"Yet, you told me once that you and other groups have come here to make a difference. How will you make a difference if you can only push like wind?"
"It takes time. We have patience and are in no hurry."
"That is what Jesus told me the other day, that he wasn’t in any hurry."
Jesus smiled at me as I wrote this. Later, I asked him if what I had written was ok. I wasn’t sure because the thoughts between the angels and myself flew so quickly, my writing seemed glacial by comparison. I wasn’t sure if I got it all right.
“You got it right enough.” Jesus told me.
If I strain my imagination, I can almost see their abode sitting kitty-corner to my back yard. It is huge, rounded and covers a lot of space, space that we can’t see. I do remember Jesus telling me how it was built and sent here. They did it all with their mind. They put a number of minds together and concentrated on this single abode until it was formed. It was a great achievement, even for them. Probably, why they won’t be moving it again. Other angels and beings have come here to earth by other means, such as mind travel like Jesus travels with me, but this abode is here to stay.
Mind travel needs trust in God and concentration. I don’t hardly use my concentration enough. If I wanted, or if I knew how to concentrate better, I could go anyplace on earth, on a whim. Well, I don't even try because my life gets busy. Silly excuse.
When I was done with writing the questions and answers, I went with Jesus and the angels into their containment center or living/work area. It still looked made out of white smoke to me, but an angel standing near by said that she sees it differently. I did see something like a laboratory with glass tubes. They keep specimens here until they can be taken to another place. Each angel can only carry or transport only a small item with their single mind. They can use a group mind if necessary for a larger item. Anyway, I liked the feeling inside their abode. It wasn’t eerie at all, just strange: like I was walking inside a large silvery vase dripping with silver tinted flowers growing in white smoke, getting lost and turned around by its confusing lack of angles and filled with too much indefinable space. I didn't stay long. I did think to thank Jesus and the angels for taking me.
Lighthouse on Belle
Isle.
The city is leaving the grass in this area uncut. I hope they cut it eventually.
6/12/09
Jesus said something very instructive to me this morning. I was praying for the mother I saw in the news last night, the one who is deaf, who watched her little girl get crushed by a car, who faced a gun when she tried and pull her dead, little girl out. Everyone’s heart when out to that poor mother. The news clip was almost unbearable to watch. As I prayed for this poor mother, I said to Jesus, "What good are my prayers for her? Nothing can help her now."
Jesus said to me, “They will help her later.”
I understood him to mean that when she recovers a little from the hurt and trauma, prayers sent to her now, will still be there, inside her soul, perhaps to help move her forward in life. I can’t see any bright sky for her right now. I doubt that there is anything anyone can do to ease her burden of sorrow. But Jesus said prayers will help her later. This was astonishing news.
It must also apply to prayers for other people. The prayers don’t need to help the person in the present, they could weigh as grace inside the soul and blossom when the person needs them most? I think this is what Jesus meant. We humans expect instant gratification but heaven doesn't work instantly. Heaven is timeless and our short time frame doesn’t fit its ways.
When ever I remember about time I always picture myself as an ant walking down a path with huge stones laying in my path, and looking at my walk from above, as those in heaven can, I can see not only the obstacles before I get to them but also the reward around the far corner and behind a tall stone. My path is uncertain and lumpy, to my view, but Heaven's view is not our view. If we trust in heaven, all will be well, one day.
Sitting here later, after cleaning in the house, and between sweeping the stairs and starting the laundry, I began to wonder, what exactly is a prayer. What does it do? How? The Lords prayer for instance. What does it mean? First it gives honor to God then it asks that God to intervene to make earth a part of his kingdom, then it asks that we be forgiven as we have forgave, and to please God protect us from evil. Defining this prayer seems simple, except I still wonder, What does it do for me and others who say it? When I direct this prayer to another person what happens. I am not sure and realize I need to ask Jesus.
Jesus answer was a long smile that gave me time for reflection until I knew the answer.
“God always returns more than he receives,”
Then it isn’t the words of the prayer that are most important, what is most important is that we give honor to God. Any time we give honor to God, it is given back ten fold, given from God back to us and also to the person we are praying for. The same is true with the Hail Mary and all other prayers that all people say around the world each day. We may not notice, but our souls take note. I like to think that prayer is food for the soul. (I don’t remember if Jesus ever told me that or not.) It is like that saying, “What goes around, comes around.” In other words, anytime we give to another, something similar comes back to us. There is nothing better we can do, than give a to another person, a prayer, good thought, or act, and Jesus gave more than any other, He gave his life for his friends.
6/19/09
This evening, I have no idea what our visit will be like. I can’t imagine anything more to say about the angels that I haven’t already written about. Well, maybe it won’t be about angels. I do know that I won’t spend a long time at it because the mosquitoes are out in full fierce tonight.
As it turns out, that last statement isn’t true, I got so engrossed in what we were seeing that my pond overflowed and run over my feet, and it took a few minutes before I noticed my feet were wet.
After meeting with Jesus, we walked to the mountain and met up with Y, W, V and a few others.
“We are going with you.” They told me.
I was surprised but pleased. We walked the sky bridge quickly because we had all been there before and, unlike the kids who need to linger and look out over every railing, we were more interested in what Jesus had to show us this evening. We reached the edge and stood poised in front of billowing curtains and stepped off behind Jesus. Our next step landed us on a rolling, green meadow, sprinkled with wildflowers.
The meadow was instantly familiar to me because Jesus had taken me here many times before. Suddenly I remembered that this was the world where I had been measured and tweeked, squeezed through twisting paths within a living Mandala, for long minutes lost in a maze of confusion, searching for daylight, I finally walked out of the Mandala a young child who ran and played here. Yes, I’d been here on Angel World, or Shamballa many times before.
“We aren’t going to the Mandala today, Jesus told us. “We are going in the other direction.”
This really was Angel World and many pleasant memories flowed through my mind, children romping amid the angels in the tall grass, their little souls forever protected from sin. This world’s beauty seemed to be an array of wild perfection. Wild grass and flowers have always attracted me, and Angel World abounded in it. This day, and I expect every day, a small breeze sent the grass tops and bouquets of wild flowers to swaying in undulating across miles, a brilliant green flowered meadow running up small hills and down slopes as far as the eye could see, a emerald sea rolling into a cerulean sky. The breath caught in my throat at its wonder and beauty.
We walked through the tall grass and flowers over the slight rise that hid a small lake, the same lake that Jesus and I had visited many times, where a small row boat usually waited for us. This time, two boats floated moored to the sandy shore, larger than simple row boats, but still low in the water.
Both boats were full when we pushed away from the shore and floated over the still dark water, a longer trip than usual because we traveled the length of the long lake to its far end. The ride seemed to take a long while, and felt so pleasant, that if this was all we did, it alone would have been worth the trip. I put my hand in the water to feel water pull on my fingers and make tiny waves, like a child will do, and sometimes, I wonder if I ever grew out of childhood. The other members of our group lounged and leaned back to enjoy the quiet stillness of the lake. The air was full of peace that surrounded and filled out minds with such serenity that we had need of nothing else. My body felt like it rode in a mist of love.
God is totally present here on Angel World, taken in with every breath, which is why we feel each felt brimming in peace. I refer here to the Universal God who gives life to all. When Jesus is with us, he takes the part of a man, super holy and wise, to be sure, but still as a personality who we can relate to during travel.
No one was in a hurry, and we would have lingered indefinitely, but finally, we arrived at the far shore. We walked up a worn, meandering path between low hills covered in short grass as if goats or cattle had been at it. Yet, still so green and beautiful I had to comment on it.
Then, my thoughts running over-time with thought, I asked Jesus, “Did God make every world beautiful?”
I was thinking of our earth as well, earth who’s beauty is striking even from space.
“No,” He answered. “There are a few places truly flawed. They are fated to be that way because of position or circumstances.”
I wondered about the life on such a world and thought it probably wouldn’t be highly intelligent. Jesus didn’t say anything one way or another, so I let the conversation fade.
We arrived at the top of a ridge and saw a sparkling city in the distance. We walked towards it and I saw wonder on each of our faces. I smiled, I am not the only child-minded adult here. From this distance, the city looked insubstantial as if it was built out of rainbows. As we got closer, we saw that the place was not a true city because it was made out of illusion.
The first object we saw as we came close was a high fountain, so tall we had to look up to see a flower shaped hole, and from its height streamed a falling flow of white blossoms, the flow shaping itself into a bouquets of flowers as it tumbled down coloring itself, as if with invisible paint, into every hue of a rainbow.
Finally, after we stood gawking and the flower fall display, we walked further into the area we knew wasn’t a city but that seemed almost as large with tall spires that resembled buildings in every direction, and smaller rounded forms of different colors, set amid the taller spires, every shape looked to be placed perfectly for effect, all of it inter spaced with flowers, trees and grass.
“Look, one of us said, “It isn’t real.” He had put out a hand to touch a flower.
Each of us imitated touching a flower or building and realized soon enough that much of it was illusionary. Some things were real, but most weren’t. The whole place was a grand illusion. We had forgotten that we were also an illusion and hardly able to touch solid material ourselves.
“What is this place?” I asked Jesus.
“It is a park. It was built by an artist and meant to be pleasing to look at and experience.”
So far, it certainly was pleasing. I was amazed. It was filled with fauna of all shapes and kinds, huge leaves mixed in with tiny ones, flowers tangled amid straight, tall forms, and beds of flowers shaped to perfectly accent the artwork, I assume the spires were also art work, beautifully twisted and woven to a peak. Every direction pleased the eye. But after a while, I wondered if it wasn’t too full of beauty, so much, it cluttered the mind. What about emptiness as beauty to fill the mind. I was actually thinking of a raked Zen garden. Where would one find stillness, enough to meditate?
Jesus knew my thoughts and said, “Follow me.”
We did and saw a very tall waterfall and tower that was obviously not made out of real water because its swirling curls as they fell defied gravity. The sides flowed down like soft ribbons that bowed then arced over and over before settling to the ground in a flow of meandering curves and waves that seemed to roll on forever into soft hills of green.
I wondered that such a huge artifact could actually be built, a pretend river. I also thought, A lot of effort for what purpose?
“Step on to the rolling river” Jesus told us.
We did and it felt as we were walking on graphite sand, not sand that hindered our feet, but sand that gently compelled us to keep moving. A long field of tiny, soft, white sand dunes made to resemble a river, in constant motion like a river, as were we.
Jesus suggested that we close our eyes and feel the flow. We did. I felt a great quietude and peace, and an assurance that I was on the right path.
In a short while, when we opened our eyes, Jesus told us that this work of art was designed to give a feeling of safety while meditation and walking, to never let anyone stray off the edge by accident. The only way to get off was to deliberately think about stepping over the edge.
After we did get off, I commented that it felt like it could go on forever.
The others agreed.
Jesus explained, “It does go on forever because it was built on the same principle as a curved mobis strip.”
Amazing how simple ideas repeat themselves everywhere, but maybe not amazing at all, if you think about it deeply. Like everything else here, it seemed built of both illusion and reality. But then, what is reality?
“Now let me show you why I brought you here,” Jesus said.
Jesus walked a short ways and we followed until we came to a woods.
“This is what I want to show you. This is a real temperate woodland from earth. Build with actual earth materials, plants and animals.”
We walked into the woods. Like any true woods, some parts were dark and earthy, glowing tiny white flowers, while other parts, sparkled with intermittent sunlight. It certainly looked, smelled and felt like a real woodland. I even heard birds singing, but didn’t see any, at the moment. I thought it was a perfect forest from earth set on Angel World until I leaned against a large tree.
I leaned right through the tree, unbalanced, and landed on the ground, then picked my ghostly self up again with a laugh.
“Well, not all of it is real,” I said, forgetting once more about my own unreality.
“You are right, some of the forest isn’t real, it is made to look mature, but if you look closely at what you just leaned on, it is a short immature tree, hardly tall enough to find the sunlight.
Squinting, to see through the illusion, I could see that he was right.
“Is it all like this?”
“No, not any more, only in a few parts. Most of the forest is growing and aging nicely. Illusion is used only in the areas needed to complete the whole picture.
We all looked around again. And what an illusion. It was amazing. But now I understood something Jesus had told me the other day. He told me that the angels gather small seeds and eggs to take to other worlds, and I only now realized that one of those worlds must be their own. Wonderful.
“Yes, Earth is truly diverse and worth copying on many planets.” said Jesus. “Earth is so varied and full, it truly is one of God’s more beautiful gems.” He added, “Come now, I’ll show you a part of the park that you’ll find truly alien.”
We walked a little ways and stepped into red lighted area. Here all the fauna seemed to be bathed in red, as if beneath a red sun. At first I thought it was ugly, but then the curves of pink sand took hold of my imagination and it began to look a little better. The most ugly part, at first, were the tall tree like things, about six feet high, and pink skinned. They looked like flesh, flesh shaped in upside-down funnels, curled in at the edges, all of this topped off in a multicolored feathered peak. To me it looked like a skinny, pink, candy Christmas tree. What made it most ugly and scary were the breaths I could see it take, in and out, as if it was alive.
Well, how stupid can I be? Of course the tree was alive as are out own trees on earth, it is just that we can’t see our earth trees breath in or expire air. Here, each single, breathing tree stood alone on a small hill in a concave of sand or earth. There was a winding peak like a miniature mountain running from tree to tree. We stood in a vary large area, but I can only describe only one small part of it, and that was almost too much to take in. After looking at the strange scene for a while it began to fit with the red and pink surrounding so well the whole effect became beautiful.
Just then, I felt my feet get wet with dew, but it couldn’t be dew, and finally jumped up in shock, my feet soaking wet from the water that over flowed the pond.
6/20/01
When I met Jesus this morning and walked to the mountain with him, I saw young Buddhist children, I assume in training because they wore garments like their elders, join us on the mountain. When we gathered in a circle, we called as many children as we could to come join us. It was delightful. We stood holding hands, multiple hands holding on to other invisible hands, all joined into one circle.
We showed each of the children how turn on their inner light by suggesting they pretend they are turning a switch on a flash light.
They giggled, tickled at the idea, but then were surprised to see a wide, soft beam of light flow out from their center. I explained that it was God’s light coming from the inside and shinning outward. Then we aimed our light beam into the center of the circle and felt a sizzling of bountiful energy flow back over and through us.
We each went back to our respective countries to send out God’s light, but we told the children they should go home and concentrate their prayers on loved ones.
I
came back to
Before long, we gathered in the underground cavern just before we ended the half hour meditative session. (We certainly seem to get a lot in return for one small half hour of concentration). We spent a few minutes praying and sending out God energy into the deepest recesses of the dark. These people, who ever they are, are trying to learn about God and training a few of their people to gather in the light for the rest of them. I hope our presence gives them the strength to continue.
At last, we sent energy all around the world until earth was bathed in it. Of course, earth is always bathed in God energy else none of it or us would be here, but the energy tends to dull and weaken without the fullness of God inside all of our minds. At least, our prayers, and everyone’s prayers from all around the world, gives the whole earth a boost towards more light. In all, it was a very good session for me. I was able to stay focused most of the time and felt good about myself. Some days seem exceptionally smooth and well run.
Note-I amazed myself by finally writing a new poem, a longer one than usual, but very telling. It is called, A Drive to Live. Here is a link if you care to read it.
6/27/09
I have felt lonely for God lately and my feelings rushed out of me when I met with Jesus this morning. He hugged me and said, “I know. I know.”
That is all it took for me to revive back to myself, a self that runs on hope and dreams. I touched a green leaf, felt stones and dirt beneath my bare feet and felt grass blades between my toes as I walked to the mountain where God’s presence blots out the darkness of the world.
I ran to my friends who stood on the mountain. We hugged. I felt as if I had been gone a long time, that days had turned into years. Well, I was back and felt whole once more as I watched more people ascend the mountain, hundreds now, climbing from every direction, and walking towards the center where we stood waiting, a plateau mid center, a land set between heaven above and earth below. We took each others hand, some swaying in this direction, other swaying in that, or standing still, as more people climbed up the mountain to join the circle, souls in outline, one soul interposed upon another and another until the circle was thick with all our minds and purpose. God was our purpose. God filled the center of our circle, and the center of each soul, warmth spread as did healings, of soul, if not body. Souls basking beneath the sun, but this sun dove deeper than light on skin, this sun wove energy into the fibers of our mind and bodies, until, full finally, saturated with love, understanding, empathy for others, we separated from the circle, but never each other, to carry the light forward. We each went back to our respective lives, to fill the dark corners nearby with light, to shine food into needy souls, to give surcease of sorrow where possible. Filled with God, our ever step reflects God, though it can't be seen, this energy calls through the air to others who may breathe its message. This is our purpose, the turn of souls towards heaven.
That purpose may have become more desperate today. It is vital that people hear the call to God. A human either walks towards God or away because life never stands still. The light we carry is a prayer that calls out to souls. A TV clip showed a photo of Farah Fawset(?) praying the rosary before she died because she wanted to walk towards God. I said a few prayers for Michael Jackson because I didn’t know if he prayed or knew how. Who can say? But we should pray for souls, alive or dead.
Many may die soon unless the governments around the world stock a lot of flu vaccine. I am afraid this might be the big one, the one we all dread. This makes it more vital that we grab each starving soul and fill it with food, turn it like a coin on edge and spin it around to face God. It may be that just the desire to know God is enough to save a soul. The desire to go forward instead of backward. If each Hail Mary was a fulcrum that turned a soul towards God, think how many souls could be saved at the moment of death.
The battle for heart and soul is a constant. I feel as if I am in a small battle between good and evil right here, where I live, this tiny spot on the planet, in a decaying but hopeful city. I am determined to win and if I win, then my win will touch other battlegrounds, increase their courage to fight on. I liken it to a computer simulation (I dare not call it a computer game because that displeases Jesus) where the controller puts characters in and takes them out, where the good ones, the choice winners, play game after game, where those characters have become too valuable to allow to die for long. Isn't this what Jesus told his beloved apostles, that they would remain until he comes back?
Jesus got angry at me once for calling this heated battle for souls we are fighting a computer game. He said, “Diane, it is not a game, souls are at stake.”
I write what he said here for the hundredth time because it is a good reminder of the seriousness that Jesus gives to this battle.
The day is too beautiful to think further than this, to feel any warning too deep. I can hear the birds calling in the bright sunshine. Green everywhere outside my window softening up the light, sprinkling it upon the ground. Well, my garden may be kaput for this year, but there is always a new year when I can begin again. Next year I will tend to the soil and give the plants a better start at life.
This is the dad
pheasant. I just saw the dad, mother and 4 babies
walking in the
grass, but didn’t have time to take a photo.
I watched the movie Valkyrie last night. I remembered reading these same events in a book about the German attempt to kill Hitler. Hitler was sitting right next to the bomb, but escaped harm, and no one could understand how. I suspect that Hitler was supernatural with special powers because of the thing, the evil angel, that resided inside him. When he began loosing the war, the thing, the evil angel with such pride that it can't stand to loose, deserted him which is why he suddenly became a coward and killed himself. It makes one wonder who the people may be who this thing resides in today. Well, it is easy enough to make a few guesses.