3/14/13
I liked Pope Francis I right away, so I didn’t care that my prediction was off the mark. Besides, Jesus tells me that our new Pope is as close to being himself as we’re going to get sitting in the Chair of Peter. I pray that our new Pope can find a way to evade the claws of regimentation and deal with the loss of privacy. But of course, he will. Great things are about to happen in the next few years that may convert even the stubborn.
3/3/13
I just watched the last two hours of Fiddler on the Roof. It is old but I hadn’t seen it before. I loved the way the main character, Tevye, talked to God all the way through the movie. At the end, the Rabbi commented that their Messiah would come one day.
My heart went out the old Russian Jew and I suddenly thought to ask Jesus about the Jewish people.
“You will save them too, won’t you?”
I was able to get the answer on my own, so said, “Of course you will. It all began with their Convenient with God and Abraham.”
After I said this, I began to wonder how. How will you save them, Jesus? We Christians believe you were the Messiah. Can both be right?
Jesus smiled and assured me that God has not forgotten any promise.
As soon as he told me this, I remembered hearing that many religions have been getting signs of hope in the last few years. The American Indians have seen a white buffalo born. I am not sure what signs and symbols other religions are waiting for, but I believe that Jesus will soon fulfill many expectations. I think we humans are moving into a new spiritual awakening. We are growing because Jesus is ever teaching and God never gives up.
3/7/13
We traveled this morning to a planet we visited once or twice before. Jesus lead us up the sky tunnel, we stood at the edge, and stepped off into a jungle. A huge palm leaf would have slapped my face if I had been solid, but I ducked anyway. As soon as we stepped onto the planet, little bots showed up to lead us through the morass of trees and vines and giant green leaves. A few children came and traveled with us this morning so when we got to a stair made out of braided vines, they ran up to the swaying walkway to play with the children who lived there.
We adults followed the silent bots into a village. I wanted to know if the people really were as happy as they seemed, and if so, why? I watched a young girl weave a basket and she did something fancy with the edges that she was proud of. We were told that the people knew we were there visiting and observing but they couldn’t see us. The bots gave our presence away so the young girl wouldn’t have been surprised if I could have touched her on the shoulder. At one point, she smiled up at me as I watched her fingers swiftly weave the basket. I went to a man who was putting long, slim pieces of wood into a small fire for a few minutes and then taking it out again. I want and watched a man doing something with his feet to a long strand of wood he held against his body. He would snap his feet down and the wood would curl in just the right way. He was making a long, rope like, strand of this curled wood. I went over to another person who was gutting and flaying a fish.
Everyone seemed to be happy and expert at what they did. I asked what would happen if the wrong person tried to do someone else’s job. As soon as I thought this, one man smiled and went over to where the man was toughing up the wood. He tried it and almost burnt his hand as both men laughed. I got the impression that everyone had their own job to do and were pleased to do it.
I saw small grass huts circling the village but given to understand that no one owned a specific hut. All these people used most items in common except personal items such as a blanket. Inside one of the round huts made of straw, I looked closely at a woven blanket. It looked fleece soft and I couldn’t imagine what kind of straw might had been used to make it so soft. Pots of different shapes and sizes stood outside a few of the huts mixed in with other implement strange to me.
Finally, we climbed a ladder that rose up high to the tree tops and watched the children roll huge nuts, twice the size of coconuts, down a long slide with a few children following. From this height I could look out across the large green forest beneath a yellow-blue sky. Such beauty, and the people, seemingly human and the color of light wood, are beautiful too. I could see other clearings scattered through the trees and realized these were other villages. Then I looked in the other direction and saw the forest end at far off mountains, purpled by distance. This is where we went next, to visit with the overlords.
We stepped into a cave where a women sat. She didn’t have white hair or wrinkles but she said she was very old. I asked her where she came from. She told me the holy ones were renewed from the people.
She waved her hand and showed us a place half way up the mountain where the oldest people from the villages lived. They didn’t look old to me. No one had white hair, but many men wore beards. They old ones mostly sat around and the lady overlord told me that the bots fed and took care of them. Just as the bots took care of the holy ones or overlords. The lady told us that the holy ones were selected from this group. I perceived her to be a lady with great power, yet she lived simply in a cave on the side of the mountain.
Jesus explained to us that the people on this planet were very long lived, that only a few children were born at any one time in a single tribe. The population is controlled by the bots and the bots are controlled by the overlords.
I wondered at their happiness. They certainly knew how to use the materials of their world and they seemed to understand that certain decisions were made for them.
I asked Jesus, “Does anyone get jealous or act mean.”
He asked me in turn, “What should they get jealous about?”
I understood. Anyone could do any of the other jobs if they wished. There didn’t seem to be any hierarchy except perhaps one person who acted as a spoke person the last time we visited. I didn’t notice that person this time. I was told that the people travel between villages at will. I also learned that they ate fish and small game. They have no enemies.
Then I thought of the people on the other continent. When we saw those people, they seemed wild and uncontrolled. If they were to cross the sea, they might become an enemy. What a tragedy that would be. One of the holy ones told us they tried to reach the other continent but could not. They accepted that in the far future there might be conflict.
Jesus said that it would be a great change, maybe too great, but everything is meant to change. Change is normal.
So even though these people lived very long lives compared to us, eventually change would come. I felt hurt for the people. It was as if they were living in a womb and had yet to feel the pain of birth.
I wondered about our own human history but I think we were always wild and in want of more. Any time some group tried to live in contentment here on earth, another group would came by and take over. Compared to the group we just left, we are a restless people who can’t seem to figure out what we want or where we are going. I felt like apologizing to Jesus for our many faults.
But I also wondered if that people’s ignorance was a true happiness. In the scheme of things, isn’t it better to know how and why you are happy? I wondered where those people were on the bell curve. All civilizations are somewhere, either climbing up or climbing down. I suspect they were at the very beginning or the end. Where are we humans on that bell curve? Not very far up I suspect. We seem to be in a perpetual state of childhood, constantly inventing new toys to play with while neglecting our spiritual minds and potential for wisdom. Well, Jesus has faith in us so I must have faith too.
Note-I just realized I should describe these little bots better for future generations. Jesus told me people will want to know what to look for when they view other planets. I called them bots because they look like large kewpie dolls with round heads and fat bellies. I suspect what looks like a butler suit to me is not cloth but fur. They move around like monkeys, quick, popping in here and suddenly there, and swing with ease in the tall trees. I think they are biological and only intelligent enough to do what the overlords ask of them. They are cute, plentiful and easily tolerated.
3/15/13
When we gathered upon a mountain this morning and I looked out across the land, it seemed as if I could see the whole world at once with its billions of people going about their lives. It took my breath away. A moment later I understood because, superimposed upon the world and sky, stood Mary, the Queen of heaven and earth. I sorrowed with her for love of the people and a feeling a deep empathy for all life on our world, so deep I felt it would consume me until God entered my soul to fill it.
Those of us gathered this morning, became invisible giants filled with God spirit and energy. We began to walk across the land and water showering all life everywhere with love like a gentle rain of extra oxygen. As we did so, monks from monasteries, and nuns of all faiths joined us. We didn’t so much walk as float around the circumference of the world, gathering up lovers of God to come join us in the march of love. Each of us reached down to specific individuals to smooth out a wrinkled soul or ease a heart filled with pain or fear. We spread an abundance of God energy over and into all the land animals and trees and plants and ocean life and covered all earth’s busy people.
I learned that the monks and nuns and other holy people take these spiritual walks every day for the betterment of our earth. It is as if this encouragement from Jesus to walk the earth is the moment the contemplatives have been praying and waiting for. The choice of religion or faith doesn’t matter because it is the same God who covers the whole of this round earth. Those who know, understand it is a time for change. Many prayerful people are spreading God energy around the world to help the more stubborn among us. Although the effect seems mild and invisible, this many prayers can’t help but move people forward towards love.
3/16/13
This morning I wanted to bring souls to Mary for her blessing, so after meeting on the mountain, all of us stepped up to the Cathedral of Light that perfect and pure place that sits between heaven and earth for our sake. Some of those who came with us hadn’t been before and were surprised at the vividness of color in the flowers, trees and grass surrounded by walls throwing off light like faceted diamonds.
We walked to towards a profusion of roses covering a small hill where Mary, made out of light herself, stood to greet us. She is so beautiful that looking at her can stop the breath. Everyone who meets Mary feels a need to give homage by kneeling down or bowing the head.
I presented the spirits of a few people to her and asked that she heal their souls. She gave each person a rose. The people were unaware of her gift, but the healing will continue anyway. We saw a long line of people because many continually came to Mary with requests and prayers.
As our group was about to leave, Mary handed each of us an armful of roses to take back to earth to give to souls in need. I scattered some of the roses so they would fall onto the people all over the country, and held some to give individually. I loved filling the sky with roses so they could rain down on the people. I also went to many people I know and gave them a rose from Mary. I went to strangers too and one little boy was huddled in a corner trying to escape his angry parents. I gave him a rose and hugged him close for a time until he felt better.
I believe each rose from Mary carries a tiny drop of perfume filled with intense love and healing. I felt God energy in every rose I gave out.
Before I was done. I began to wonder about the others who were with me in the Cathedral. Many are not Catholic or even Christian. I asked the man from the middle east what he thought of Mary. I explained that the rose is a symbol beauty as well as pain. He said he understood and he approved of the way Mary’s head was covered.
This surprised me because I didn’t notice that Mary’s head covered. Then I asked a Buddhist how he saw Mary, he told me he saw a great goddess in the style of his own religion. I asked an American Indian how he saw Mary. He said he saw a beautiful and holy Indian lady. Interestingly, even though we all saw an exceptionally beautiful lady made out of light, small details differed with the viewer.
At first it seemed puzzling that everyone saw Mary as different, but it made sense after a little thought. Just as God is the God of all, Mary and Jesus are for everyone. Jesus has told me once when I tried to pin down what he looked like that he expects his image to resemble many different people. This is hard for us to understand but we still have so much to learn. Wisdom grows with age. It is a blessing to have the time to grow old.
3/23/13
As we
walked around the world this morning spreading God energy we came to the
Jesus stepped up to me, a shimmering giant himself, and told me to remember the paradise worlds I had visited.
“Remember how they felt?” He asked.
I thought about how I could feel Godliness all around me creating a mood of total joy and love.
Jesus added that even though the people on earth could not see it happening, God’s life energy acts as a leveler which gradually evens out differences between rich and poor people.
I thought about this and my own failings. I usually stop and revert to my normal size in order to hug a person in distress, but I hardly ever think to hug someone who is very rich even though I know they may need it more. I am glad to learn that they feel the effect of the God energy too.
Jesus explained by suggesting that people might begin to ask themselves why they need so much excess and then begin to do God’s will.
We often hear of people who say God told them to give to a specific person or organization. So this might be what Jesus means that a high level of concern might slowly spread through the land. I hope so. It makes me feel good to think I can help spread goodness.
3/27/13
When I met with Jesus this morning at the well, I smelled the damp earth and cool water trickling down the rock and looked at the streams of sunlight sending rays of light down into the dark forest to turn a single leaf into a glistening jewel.
Overwhelmed with the feeling of joy, I asked Jesus if there could be anything more perfect. But then I thought of being here by the well without Jesus. His absence would greatly detract from its perfection. I suddenly realized how much we need other people to share joy and beauty. It was a good lesson in humility and the need to share.
We walked to a mountain and I looked down at the people and found near perfection and joy there too in the potential of all the people down below. For one moment, I saw people as God sees us, filled with beauty and promise.
We walked among crowds of people moving and going about their work and shopping and learning. So much hope mixed in with worry and fear. So much abounding life and purpose.
I tend to look at things from a mystical point of view, but today, Jesus showed me that non-mystical and even non-religious can be valuable as well. As I stood there next to Jesus watching the people, it seemed hopeless task.
I asked Jesus. “How can you help all us? How can you save the billions of people who need saving?”
Jesus said, “I have a lot of help.”
He showed me a selection of people around the world, and I understood. I saw not only monks and nuns and priests and preachers working for God, but also doctors who strive to cure patients, teachers who teach the young and old, mothers raising children with love, scientists discovering new ideas, and even photographers who show us the wonders of the world we live in. All these people are working for heaven in their own way. So much positive effort abounds on our earth; I begin to wonder how evil can find room to stick its foot in.
But it does, and with this thought, I went to a children’s hospital where children are being treated for cancer. Yes, how can cancer attack even innocent children? I went to a doctor who felt pained in his soul, who maybe wondered about a God who would allow such sickness. I held him close and assured him that God did not cause this, and that his work wasn’t in vain. Jesus told me to tell him that cancer would be ended one day. I think the doctor felt a jolt of hope come back into his soul. I think he has the courage to keep fighting. I am not sure if I would be able to keep hope alive under such dire conditions, but many people do all the time. What of those who hand out food to the long lines of starving people in many countries? How do they keep up their hope?
So this morning I learned that it isn’t only mystics who are changing the world for the better. God works in many different people. Those people know who they are and they know how to love and they will keep pushing against the dark. I feel like crying for happiness.
3/29/13
The message Jesus gave me this day was, “Their faith will be rewarded.”
I was sitting in St. Hyacinth church on McDougal during the chant of lamentations sung by a small group of men in the front of the church. I had been looking around at the beauty that filled the ceiling and walls. I looked at the people in the pews and felt saddened by the small number of people in attendance, about 30. Yet those who were there seemed very sincere and prayerful. I felt holy to be there as I sat in a quiet, dim pew in the back of the church. The atmosphere of the church was solemn and quiet and people where here for only one reason, Jesus’ death on the cross.
I was going to ask if they would keep the lights off in the back of the church. I didn’t need to ask. The sunlight streaming in through the intricate and jewel like stained glass windows made lighting obsolete. God lit up the church, but it was a soft, dusky light that gave the church a sacred atmosphere.
I seldom cry anymore, but I cried when I saw the purple cloths covering the figures of Jesus. I don’t know why seeing Jesus covered in purple struck me so deeply in the heart all of a sudden. I cried but it was a good cry, a cleansing cry with Jesus by my side.
He said to me, once again, as he seems to do every Lenten season, “The cross was necessary.”
Once again, I understood. I can see how Jesus’ suffering and death grabs at our mind and heart while it teaches us humility. But, it still hurts.
I didn’t cry during the Stations of the Cross, but when the organist, as if with a voice from heaven, began to sing The Old Rugged Cross, I couldn’t help but cry again because it felt as if I got a sliver from the cross.
Finally, I thought about how much I would have liked my whole family to experience this moment as I do.
Jesus spoke and told me that a time will come when they will. This is also when he told me that these people will be rewarded for their faith. I expect he loves them for holding on, for keeping their church open and beautiful because it will soon get filled again.
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