Mars
Face 
Mars globe
6//8/10
It is amazing, but everything Jesus showed me so far about our own solar system is just now giving up proof on scientific instruments and potential truth. Before Jesus took me to Mars, few people believed its oceans could have been filled to the brim. I wonder how long it will take us to find evidence that people once carved beautiful works of art into its dark stone.
Jesus told me that some of the people who used to live on Mars came to earth because their home planet could no longer support them. I believe now it was a few select Indian tribes in the west who woke up underground to explore a new world. I know that Mars once had oceans and air filled with life. Furthermore, the face on Mars gets all jumbled up if you take a close photo because it is meant to be seen from space. It is a message or sign to us, meant as warning or comfort, I don't know. I also don't know what it represents, a monkey, as some scientists say, humans, or the God who created us.
As to Titian and Europa; we visited both of them too, and both have life, but not life such as we describe or recognize. What I saw on Titian was various patterns of ice crystals woven into loops and flower shapes. Europa had either a giant worm or I was a minute being looking at a small one beneath its ocean. Size is not relevant in mind travel and neither is time. Imagine stepping to a world near a far away sun. What year would it be? Who's watch should one use? Sometimes I find it hard to even know if I am viewing the past or future.
I do know that in the future, we will mine the asteroids and sell products grown inside them. Still, my favorite place to visit, besides our precious earth, is Mars. I have watched people go about their lives there for long moments at a time. Saw how they lived in red castles which is why they built red castles here on earth too. When did this occur? I have no idea. Jesus may have tried to explain at one time; if so, I wrote it down in my notes. I do know that the straight line we imagine running from the past into the future seems to be ever sagging, splicing or stretching and probably does loop to swallow its own tail. Ok, getting poetic here. When Jesus and I travel, he seldom brings up time and I have learned not to ask because it is seldom important.
There
is something I think could happen that would be important: I have been waiting and hoping for one of
those armored-plated-caterpillar-like bugs to walk in front of Spirit or
6/11/10
I am sitting here back at the tiny pond listening to the water drip and flow. I love it. I can’t think of anything I would rather be doing. When I was younger I would have felt empty and lonely, left out. Today if feel completed, proud to have a home with a tiny pond in the back yard with trees overhead. I call it my little hide-a-way. It is perfect for me. Soon, sitting here, I will go traveling with Jesus and my friends again. I don’t go very often. Don’t know why not. I keep forgetting that I am writing a sequel to my book about traveling with Jesus and that his presence is such a vital part of our travels. He directs the eye to the right circumstance or object. He always seems God centered. I laugh at my choice of phrase. Of course he is God centered. Of course he is interested in showing us the different ways of worship in the universe, and it isn’t all religion. There are other ways to worship. Sometimes I think just living is a form of worship, working at life, accepting of its ups and downs, its fate, believing that it has all been worth it. It took me many years to realize this, so I must remember to be tolerant of those who haven't learned all life's lessons yet.
6/11/10
I was reading about fractals and chaos and could imagine ultimate reality being just that, so full of chaos that, if we could fine it, we would be swimming inside of a strange bubble, completely lost, without any points of reference. When Jesus and I travel we are stepping out of perceived reality but in a controlled way. Jesus limits the complexity of everything and reduces it to manageable proportions. Jesus has said he takes me to normal type places to help me see and understand. Traveling to normal worlds is hard enough, going to a really strange place would be far too much for my mind to handle.
You may ask, "Do you really travel?"
I would answer, "It doesn’t matter. Everything, the whole universe is all there in front of us, sitting at our finger tips, at anyone’s finger tips. Just reach out and touch."
6/13/10
I tried to talk to Jesus this morning in church. I did talk to him, but recently I have felt more separate from God than I like and it bothers me. Sitting in church, I worried that my compassion was leaking away and I needed to do something to plug the leak. What is wrong with me. Where are you God.
Suddenly, Jesus was right there for me. It is not he who left me but I him. I know this. I also know that this is impossible. God never abandons any of us, even the worst of us. I was used to God filling my mind and body with his spirit and energy, so this feeling of loss was troublesome. Was it the beginning of sickness of soul? I want God to wrap his arms around me once more, to smother me in clouds of certainty, to advise me as I stumble down the path.
To Jesus I said, “I want to get back to where I was. I want to feel your intimate touch again.”
“You will.” Jesus said to me.
At his words, I felt an immediate sense of relief. Jesus promise is as good as gold. In future days, I will improve. I felt closer to him and heaven already, comfortable and unhurried, no longer worried about losing—anything.
Yet, I did feel as if I hadn’t been doing enough for heaven of late. Right away I promised Jesus I would take his lead and try to do more. I will try to be more outgoing with people. Goodness spreads person to person and this is a valuable gift. I will try to get out of the house more and meet with people and interact beneath God’s sunlight. What I have been doing for heaven isn’t working out well. People will want it in the future, but not yet, so I need to find another means of giving back. I owe it to God. I own everything to God.
To
see larger photo A Miracle
on Farnsworth Street
6/15/10
I
call this photo A Miracle on
A few weeks ago, I told someone that the empty house across the street from me would need a blessing before anyone else could buy it. In the last few years it has staged a lot of troublesome events.
I can’t remember the exact day that I took the photo. I thought it was Tuesday morning, but it must have been in the afternoon at a time when the sun was in the west. Not sure. I am just glad my camera was handy. I wish now I had taken a picture of the other direction to prove that everything was normal. I did look towards the sun but saw nothing out of the ordinary.
6/25/10-travels
Last week, a group of children followed at my heels as I led them up the sky bridge with a few friends who followed. We stepped off onto the soil of Mars. I love showing the children Mars, I imagine almost as much as Jesus liked showing it to me. Actually, I was amazed at their ability to concentrate their mind enough to be present and said so to my friend who answered, “These are special children.”
They
certainly were. They were so mentally adapt and intelligent they followed my
every step, ready to step off the planet earth and step onto Mars. Their
interest felt wonderful and I wished that more children were so well trained
and willing. These children aren’t from
Although I write this a different day, I can vividly remember a few images inside the mountains of Mars and the children’s exclamations at some of our finds: Dark orange steps deep underground, smeared marks on stone, passageways that twisted and turned, and piles of golden sand below light shafts that lit our way. These sites will remain hidden from view even if we send people to Mars. Mental travel is different and more flexible than physical travel; each has its own drawbacks and rewards.
A painting in oil I
did a number of years ago
On another evening a group of us walked through the sky tunnel and stepped off into a sudden and startling field of water fountains, so many they seemed to grow like trees. Yes, for some reason, a whole field of fountains spurting rainbows of water centered by a giant fountain that raised so high, I thought it must touch the clouds. We walked through and around the fountains, and as we did, we realized that the fountains weren’t real; although they felt real, tiny splashes of wet mist hit my face at various spots. As we walked up to the central fountain that arose in front of us like a mountain splashing rainbows in our direction, as if the sun and water mist knew to make our path more beautiful as we walked it, I finally understood what this field of fountains were. They are meant to be a work of art, a vast thing of beauty for all to view.
We walked past the central fountain and suddenly stepped through a misty, rainbow curtain that changed the landscape so suddenly it felt like we’d left a stage behind. The reality of this new view came as a sudden shock. Where the land of fountains had been flat but soft, this new view was wild jungle rising up steep mountains. A scattering of houses filled the dirt floored clearing in front of us. Small, gray, houses made of wood sticks with open windows and doors. Children with very dark skin were playing in and around the small houses.
As
I watched the children chase after one another in a happy game of hide and
seek, I felt like I’d stepped into a movie scene filmed on the continent of
Finally, I said to Jesus, “These children are very far from poor, aren’t they?”
I
meant that they looked almost like the usual stereotype: Poor, unclothed, and
poverty stricken children from a depraved area of
“Jesus answered, “They are certainly not poor. And,” he added, “They are very valued and rare.”
All
of us looked to him for a further explanation. He told us that humans with dark
toned skin, in this far future, were hard to come by. These people were from
earth, decedents of Africans of very long ago. They choose to keep up the
appearance of a simple African village from
We watched the naked children play for a while. I saw an older person stir from a sitting position out side one of the small houses. He’d been so silent, I almost missed him before. He called the children to gather. They went inside a round house with a thatch roof.
It looked very African even though we stood on a completely different planet.
“One of the elders created the fountain display.” Jesus told us.
When we asked why, he said probably as an spectacular view that also gave the village warning that their privacy was about to be invaded. They did get a lot of visitors because they adhered so faithfully to what they believed was their true African roots.
“Their reenactment isn’t perfect?” I asked.
“No, reenactments never are, but it is precious just the same. Few people can follow their ancestry so far back. They are lovely people.” Jesus added, “Do you see why we love earth so much. Earth has seeded this part of the universe, filled many earths with different cultures and peoples and wonders to delight in. Earth’s diversity is a treasured gem.”
I felt greatly loved at Jesus words. All of us are loved so deeply, we can hardly imagine how much.
6/27/10
“You will have what you need when you need it.”
Jesus spoke these words to me during mass this morning. I had been going through a crises lately, and was grateful that the Sunday mass was in English this morning because I needed to hear the prayers as well as read them.
I felt overwhelmed at Jesus words. He told me once he would hold me to him always. He demonstrated this promise to me during church this morning.
You can’t imagine the feeling of wonder and hope and promise that I felt at his simple words. I sorrow that I have nothing to give him back except to continue as I am doing. It must be enough even thought what I do seems to go nowhere, Jesus loves me so it must be enough.
Then with my emotions already bursting with love, the wonderful men’s choir started to sing, “Make me a Channel of you Peace.” This song can bring tears to anyone and it certainly did to me this morning. It topped off the morning and my love for Jesus. I was flying high with happiness and promise this Sunday.
Yes, I am back with Jesus, but of course, I never left. Yet, my return makes me feel like the prodigal son (or daughter). It is amazing but we hardly know how bad we have slipped away until Jesus pulls us back into his fold. Freshness and flowers, I feel in love again.
Painting on computer
many years ago
6/28/10
We traveled to a really unusual and strange planet this evening. At first, it didn’t seem to be very different than a Tahitian island here on earth. Jesus had led all of us, myself, and various friends and even a few children, through the sky tunnel. At its end we discussed where we should go. I said it was hard because the possibilities were limitless and this makes it hard to choose where to go. We all agreed.
“Why don’t we go to Nexus. Could we,” I asked Jesus.
We stepped off onto the place I call Nexus. People of various color, sizes and clothing went to and fro, up and down on transparent escalators that lead in every direction. All this was confusing because we could see a million stars and swirls of galaxies everywhere as if Nexus were a spyglass showing off the universe, and we stood in its center.
Finally, we stepped on one of the escalators ourselves to see where it would take us.
Jesus explained that this was its purpose, to narrow down the choices to manageable levels and lead people to where they wanted to go. It works on the same principle as mind, but with fewer choices.
We listened, but maybe we didn’t understand it all. We stepped off one moving stairway and on to another and I thought we would ride into the center of a twisting spiral galaxy but we didn’t. We stepped off onto a silver sanded beach beneath a turquoise sky with palm trees and other greenery swaying just beyond the beach.
It looked just like a tropical island on earth.
“Not quite.” Jesus informed us. “Lets walk a while.”
So we walked in towards the trees and bushes. Suddenly we noticed that the ground sloped downward and the further we went the steeper the slop. Strange. Finally, we stepped into an area that was cave like, but not completely because it was only half covered by a roof. The color in the cave astounded me. Sunlight came in and scattered off a million rubies and diamonds lighting up every corner. The whole cave was filled with arches of rainbow or misty curtains of every hue. The whole scene was exquisite and quite beautiful. And so were the people.
We watched a few walk past and followed them deeper into the ground. (It wasn’t an island at all but a whole continent.) The people were very short, half my size, very light skinned. Their skin looked delicate, almost transparent.
“They are not delicate.” Jesus informed us. “Keep watching.”
As we watched, one of the people stepped on a sharp rock. The person began bleeding profusely. The others stood by, but didn’t do anything for the person. They just stood and waited as the person with the cut, bent down and reached to their foot and felt it with a hand. When the person stood up again, the bleeding had stopped. The person walked on with the rest of the group.
“By necessity, they are self healing. They live among these sharp stones all their life and have evolved power to correct their many cuts.”
Jesus informed us that these people have little stress in their lives. The only thing that torments them is the hurricane like winds that rip across the land almost every day. This is why they live in caves.
Ah, but what caves. They are greatly engineered to send sunlight at just the right angle to light the inside of the caverns, to turn and twist stone to make rivers flow in what ever direction they need. Theirs is a totally constructed environment beneath a mountain of stone. They may be underground, but I didn’t see any drab, gray stone anywhere. It was all beautifully structured to enhance the most colorful stones, many areas scattered with huge gems of every type.
“Even the center of the continent has hurricane type winds often. So the people live in caves there too.
To show us, Jesus took us to the center of their continent. A mountain range, that on close inspection, was carved with intricate pillars and twisting openings. Here the same type of tiny people live and survive, with hardly any hardship. Fishing is their forte but they garden on a small scale too. We stepped inside of one of the mountain abodes for a minute and found that it was almost as colorful as the first cave we saw. The rock was brought to a fine finish and polish until it glistened like smooth marble. Many avenues led away beneath giant cavern of lighted stone. Their caves were wondrous, and yet, these people could never sit beneath their sky for long without being ready to make a quick exit. How unnerving that must feel, but of course, they hardly notice it as a handicap. What you don’t know, you won’t miss.
This had been a long trip for me with too many strange avenues. I was tired and happy to nod good-by to my friends and Jesus.