5/2/08

5/2/08

This morning I had the opportunity to say the rosary from my tape as I meditated. Usually, when I am driving and saying the rosary I don’t send out the light, but at home when I listen to the hum of the sisters voices during meditation it increases my concentration. With increased concentration I can go about the world to spread God’s light energy. We need to spread God’s invisible energy because, as I have learned in the last few years, the light our sun gives off is only a small fraction of the potential energy we can receive from God. Our faith and belief is needed to enhance this life giving energy.

This morning I went to Africa because of the severe problems I have been reading about in the news. I kept asking Jesus, “What can I do? what can I do?” and then just gave up and hugged a number of children. I did see that they were standing in line waiting to be receive a bowl of food.

As I traveled to a number of places in Africa, I met one of my closest friends. He is one who gathers with us on the mountain to meet with Jesus and has been centering his attention on parts of Africa. He showed me that many other people have joined in this effort. The problem is that Africa is such a giant of a country it would take millions of people praying and sending out the light to make a noticeable dent in their problems. Yet, Jesus assures me that our efforts are saving souls even though we can’t see a difference.

I also went into a child’s hospital in the states and spoke with a young boy who is dying from cancer. I held his hand and noticed that his bones stuck out and his eyes were sunk into his face. I imagined that his parents must be in severe agony. I held him tightly for a moment, but felt bad because I wasn’t sure if I could do anything for him.

I asked Jesus, “Why?”

Jesus’ answer was simple, “Lack of God.”

I understood immediately, Jesus didn’t mean the parents lacked God. He meant that, as a whole, we don’t have enough of God’s energy flowing around our world to make the difference. This lack of God’s pure, life-giving energy causes things to upheaval or run backwards. This young boy should not be dying, would not be dying on one of God’s worlds. My heart saddened, I went to a number of other children and hugged them also. I sent the light into each one and can only hope that this helped them heal or find peace.

Next, when I began to send out the light onto the city and land, I remembered Jesus words about the earth’s lack of God, I sent out the light as huge, square pixels as if it we all lived on a dark computer screen that needed light. I liked the effect so well, I kept it up for the rest of the rosary.

I watched the pixels tumble and roll forward, deep below the surface, then over highways, tall buildings, and thousands of people of every description. I imagined the pixels to be a form of God’s energy creating a reality we can hardly see as light tumbled over and over across the land. Pixel fields of light covered the overcast darkness as more God energy filled up our world.

The idea is amazing, but true: If everyone learned to send out this free energetic light from God, our whole earth would change for the better. All of us won’t do it, of course. This is what the run of history is truly about, our groping, closer or further, towards the answer.

Are too proud or rational or what? I am not sure. I do know that we have taken the enlightenment of rationality too far. We needed to learn and discover, the only problem is that we haven’t carried the discovery far enough. If we did, we would find the structure of God beneath every atom. Oh, well. We will learn eventually. For now, those of us who do know will continue our prayers and meditation in the light.

5/2/08

Tonight Jesus and I went to revisit one of the worlds we had visited before, a world I called Silver World because the people living on it were so shivery beautiful. Their beauty is so striking it can take your breath away. The people look like crystals come alive, and at the same time, they reflect their surroundings on their skin like mirrors. The people even have wings, though they don’t use them for flight any longer, but only for sports gliding.

Except for their beautiful semi-transparent bodies, their bodies are shaped much like us humans, and their behavior is comparable too They contaminated one of their own continents so badly that no one could live on it for a long time. I think they are in the process of effective decontamination at this time. Jesus showed me some people moving back to their old homes. This is good news because the last I time I saw them, they were living in small villages as refuges, very beautiful refuges if you can imagine such a thing.

Next Jesus and I went to Ribbon World for a few minutes. Jesus waited off to the side while I stepped behind one of the people in line. This person was hooded with his or her head bowed saying prayers. As I watched, a wide, orange ribbon god flowed through the person’s chest. I felt happy for the person. It is a wonderful feeling and a great honor to be visited by a ribbon god. I saw another person in another part of the curving line receive three ribbons at the same time. I smiled because just such a thing had had happened to me once. I will never forget my feeling of joy at the encounter.

This night, the orange ribbon left the person in front, flew high above our heads and then came to me. As it flowed through my chest I felt a tickle of pleasure that lasted for a long time, as if time had stopped flowing for a while. I closed my eyes as delight filled me with bliss.

When the orange ribbon moved on to another person, I wondered at the knowledge it might have imparted to me and at what knowledge I gave it in return. This is the purpose of these ribbons I call gods, but I suspect they are closer to a computer system that gathers and gives information than any gods we could understand. What knowledge I learned from them will come into my psyche only gradually, but I suspect that what they picked up from me will be instantly understood.

I didn’t stay long on either world tonight because it is late and I get restless at night. Jesus seem pleased and said it was enough. He has a purpose behind our revisits, though I am not sure what that purpose is. He told me once that the reason for visiting other worlds was so that other people could know those worlds too. At the time, I thought he meant through meditation, but who knows, perhaps we are about to see them with our telescopes. Wouldn’t that be something to jump up and shout about.

5/4/08

I am still uncertain of where I will live, long term, but for now, at this minute, I am content to sit here on a bench surrounded by trees and green grass. Most of the people, children and adults are in the house or garage so it is quiet and peaceful. When I lived on Farnsworth, I needed to pretend that I was surrounded by a forest. This is why I let the trees grow so big around the yard. I do miss sitting near my daffodils and other flowers that are just now coming into bloom. This day, I sit amid a green carpet of grass smeared with a thousand dandelions enjoying the intermittent beat of warm sun rays on my skin.

My granddaughter who lives in Florida is here for a visit. She came to church with me this morning. Mass centered on the Ascension of Jesus this Sunday. I am not sure how much if the message sank in for her. She is unused to religion. I try to help every chance I get to nudge her along. Yet, as Jesus reminds me often, I was once young and unreligious too, so give everyone time.

Even so, I remember that I always felt a slight pull towards God. Even when I acted wild or stupid I always felt this pull from underneath as if my whole self depended on something I couldn’t grasp; yet, during times of great stress when my car would break down or my children needed a doctor, I remembered to say a few Hail Mary’s and make the Sign of the Cross.

I feel grateful now because that slight pull must have been enough to pull me through life until I got enough sense to begin my everlasting search for meaning. I began by questioning everything about religion as I searched for answers about God, Jesus, and heaven. My search has never stopped. Except that, today, surrounded as I am by the aura of God, the answers come more quick and easy. I feel truly blessed and wish to share this blessing with my whole family. One day I will, Jesus will see to it.

5/5/08

As I watched a talk program on EWTN Sunday night about how to show people the truth, I realized once again the great gift Jesus has given me, a gift I have not earned. Jesus come to me and asked that I write about our travels to other planets. I see now that knowing and accepting other worlds and their people gives humanity the next and necessary step up in our mental and spiritual evolution. Life is growth and change and we are on the cusp of a new era.

This morning Jesus took me to a new world. Yesterday, when I asked which world should we revisit, he mentioned that he had someplace in mind already. So this morning when we walked through the sky tunnel, I had the idea we would go to a new place. Even walking in the sky tunnel seemed almost new this morning because I hadn’t walked its length for a long while. When I travel with Jesus, we don’t need to walk the sky tunnel, for Jesus it is not necessary. The tunnel is meant as a aid for those of us who want to travel to other places. It is a mental construct created jointly by us and the world-tree, maybe an essence of all earth fauna gathered together? Other worlds have sky bridges built from their own vision. One world has a sky bridge built of rainbows. This morning, we walked down the sky bridge’s length and I rubbed my hand on the flesh of the tree’s wooden side. I felt small bumps and swirls of growth as if the essence of the tree was very long lived. Trees have been on earth far longer than humans, I think, so why not carry us to the stars.

Well, it isn’t the tree tunnel that I came to explore this morning, though I delighted in its large windows into the sky and the fauna and tree branches growing inside. I remembered that I used to bring children up here too, but I haven’t for a long while. I will again one day, but I have learned that the children don’t pick up the same message I thought they did. This is probably based on my inability to concentrate. As Jesus said once, “They see what you see.” If I don’t see strongly enough, neither will they, and they need to understand what they are seeing.

This morning, we walked to the end of the tunnel. As soon as we stepped off its edge, I was surrounded with huge square billowing white and red sheets against a blue, cloud filled sky. As my sight adjusted, I realized that it was a thousand sails blowing against the wind and we were over a fleet of large and small ships joined together.

Jesus told me that the people live on these ships and constantly migrate to new areas. The whole population of the world lives on the water because they don’t have great areas of land. Yet, when we went down to the ship, it looked and felt like wood.

I asked Jesus about this. He told me that they keep the land areas population free. Land is so precious that they use it only for trees and certain foods.

When I looked closer at the ships, I noticed that many were lower to the water and were made out of something besides wood. It seemed that the lead ships were the only ones made out of wood, and the only ones that resembled a real boat. The rest of the flotilla were made up of skins and weavings of different sorts. The whole flotilla was so large it was hard to see, and the sails blocked much of the view.

The people resembled humans but had larger chests. Jesus explained that this was because they had been living off the land for so long that they evolved the ability to expand their lungs and hold their breath longer under water. They lived off the sea rather than land, almost all of their material goods comes from the sea.

We lifted up into the sky and Jesus showed me the world and where the people were going at this time. I looked down and saw the world in the round. There were a few large areas of land, but most of the land consisted of islands strung like beads or gathered in clumps like flowers scattered amid the blue.

During this season, the people were on their way to the yearly meeting place to communicate with their God. Each large group or flotilla would spend their whole year traveling in their respective fishing grounds or routes that eventually led them to gather at a specific place for this special occasion.

From on high, I could see them gathering like schools of fish towards a single point. We drifted down to the lead ship once more and I watched as we came to the edge of their world. At this time of year, it was filled with what we would think of as northern lights. But this scene was grander then mere lights. The whole sea erupted into a curtain of rainbows that seemed to shoot upwards like an upside-down waterfall. It wasn’t made up of water but atmospheric particles that glowed to give the effect of a waterfall from space or a circle of ocean lifting up into the sky.

The ships surrounded this area became instantly quiet and it lasted for a long while. Then first in a low cadence and then picking up louder voices the people began top chant. Jesus explained to me that they were each sending their minds out and towards the flowing waterfall of light. He added that the people used sails most of the time, but they could also use their collective mental energy to move the flotilla when necessary. In this way, their minds moved the ships as they completed the route to their sacred place. Jesus explained that this had long ago become a necessity because the area lacked wind enough to billow a sail. To me it seemed not even a breeze stirred, as if the whole world held its breath.

I looked at Jesus and asked, “They didn’t have someone like you to die for them, did they?”

“My sacrifice wasn’t needed here.”

He added that these people learned early to tune themselves in mentally to the universe. They do this on a grand scale, en mass, each year, and individually within their cultural constraints. Still, they weren’t neglected by heaven.

Jesus added, “God sent prophets to the people, prophets who walked into the waterfall mist and came back to tell tales of the universe beyond.”

I learned that no worlds with intelligent life are ever abandoned by God, that every world receives the instruction it needs, time and again, if necessary.

I remember the phrase Jesus once used in relation to all the worlds we visited. He called the method used by heaven, “Directed evolution.”

I noticed something else about these people and asked Jesus about it. “They don’t have any technology?”

“Very little. These people don’t need technology to grow. Most learn as they grow up how to reach out into the universe, and this is accentuated during the gathering of worship.”

Jesus reminded me of the meaning of life: The purpose of all life is to grow and continue to evolve towards God. This is what the dance of life is all about. The movement of the stars contribute to this dance. The universe turns on life begetting life begetting love for God.

“Except when the flow turns backwards, like on earth.” I said.

“The flow has never turned completely backwards, it just gets stuck sometimes. The movement has always been forward.”

I thought about this for a moment and realized its truth. No matter how dark it all seems, there is always a path out of the darkness. The light always brightens a new day. Jesus is right. On the whole, primitive earth continually moves forward towards God. We are bright lights in God’s mind struggling to complete ourselves. All life turns within the constraints of the universe God has created. We are all blessed.

5/11/08

Something magical happens during mass every Sunday, and each time I notice the effect, I feel amazed with wonder. Somehow all the people in the church grow together into a single body surrounded by the aura of God. At Immaculate Conception Church this morning as I looked around and noticed the down to earth simplicity of most of the people, the atmosphere thickened as if light was about to solidify and pull us even closer together.

I think such an atmosphere happens whenever large groups of people gather to give honor to God. I keep reminding myself how proud I am to be a part of it all. I write because I want to share this insight and vision with the whole world.

Yesterday, during my meditation, I felt unable to reach out a long distance with God’s light, so I used the prayers of the rosary for my family and other people I know, fewer now as I in age than ever before. I felt satisfied with my directed prayers, but wondered if I was loosing it. Don’t we all feel this way, at times?

Mass this morning revived my sense of faith in myself and all that I believe in. As father said in the sermon this morning, many people have been called to die for the faith and we don’t know what the future holds for us. In such a world as this, where most people are running in a direction away from God, we need to stay strong. I felt encouraged by these words. I need to stop worrying and gather up my own defenses. I need to stay strong.

This Sunday the church celebrated Pentecost Sunday. Pentecost was when God sent down the holy spirit into the apostles and charged them with a few surprising gifts. One of the more prominent gifts was their ability to speak mind to mind with other people. This is how the people gathered outside heard what the apostles spoke even though the apostles could not speak their own language.

I have noticed that when heaven gives people gifts of the spirit, it is meant to be used as a method for teaching. This is what the apostles did, they went about the land teaching the good news of Jesus. Teach is what I try to do with this writing. I pray that I will be able to keep it up because, even if no one reads it today, I am sure some will read it in the future.

5/16/08

My grandson brought up the subject of astro-travel. He asked me the other day if what I did was a form of ‘astro-traveling.’ He thought it possible I could get lost one day and not get back into my body. He reads and explores new ideas all the time. I wasn’t sure what he’d read that gave him the idea that anyone could get lost. Regardless, as I explained to him, I don’t astro-travel, although I did try it back in the 80’s. I assured him that there is no way I could get lost.

How could I get lost when I am with Jesus? Besides, when we travel, we are using our minds to be someplace else. Potentially, our minds, being a part of God’s vast, unfathomable one, can go anywhere in the universe. Few reach this potential because it takes great spiritual maturity. Jesus foreshortened my own need for spiritual maturity when he first took me by the hand and lead me out into the universe. I didn’t deserve it, but there I stood, suddenly amid a splendid milieu of vivid colors and strange peoples.

Actually, as I was to eventually learn, the people and places weren’t so strange. Most scenes were similar to our own and some of people were actual humans transported to other planets. Most of the planets we went to were earth-like in flavor. I saw an advertisement the other day that showed a background in China with high, narrow, tree filled hills that resembled fingers reaching up into the sky. This strange scene was on earth. Our own planet holds such a variety of wonders as to be astounding to other people who visit us. Our people, cultures, and lands have great diversity. My point is that other planets seem almost tame compared to our mishmash of fauna and people and green grass is green grass no matter what planet we stand on.

5/11/08

5/16/08

Actually, as I was to eventually learn, the people and places weren’t so strange. Most scenes were similar to our own and some of people were actual humans transported to other planets. Most of the planets we traveled to had an earth-like flavor and were often less strange than areas on earth. I saw an advertisement the other day that showed an area in China with high, narrow, tree filled hills that resembled fingers reaching up into the sky. This eerily beautiful scene was on earth. Our own planet holds such a variety of wonders as to be astounding to other people who visit us. Earth's people, cultures, and lands have such diversity other planets seem almost tame compared to our mishmash of fauna and people. Besides, green grass is green grass no matter what planet we learn to stand on.

5/21/08

I can hear the mating sound of pheasants again. My sons and a few great neighbors such as Lorenzo, Ann, Aaron, Mrs. J. and others, have helped me fix up the my home enough to move back. With much done, there is still a lot to do. It sees like I just get one problem fixed when another pops up in its place. Regardless, I am sincerely grateful for every person's help, especially Lorenzo who has put in a lot of time in my house even though his own home, also damaged in the explosion, still needs work.

As I listened to the pheasant calls this morning, I realized one reason I love them so much. Pheasants remain completely wild and untamable even though they live near so many homes and people. I have seen pheasants run across the street in front of cars, play in the field at the same time kids were rolling up and down the sidewalk on their big wheels, walk around pecking at food in the grass during loud music, cars beeping, or people yelling. What I have not seen is where they live and sleep. Somehow they can stay hidden in their little nooks most of the day throughout the hustle and bustle of human activity.

I have seen ducks at my grandchildren's house who come up out of the water, almost to the back door in the hope of getting food, not so the pheasants. The closest I have seen them come to tameness is when I throw out corn in the same spot, then they might eat the corn. At least some bird does, perhaps not the pheasants because I haven't caught them nibbling at it yet. All I know is that by early the next morning, the cobs are super clean of kernels. Elusive, yet everywhere, the pheasants seem beyond destruction by us humans. I am grateful for their wildness.

5/22/08

More and more I like JoAnn Watson, the city counsel member who isn't afraid to pray outright and in public. The counsel needs all the prayers it can get and this specific cause—jobs for teenagers—is vital. If the young people can't pick up good working habits when they get out of high school, what will happen to them? All those youngsters want a job because they want the cloths, phone, ipods, and cars that will give them status. I am old enough to realize that status is a made-up construct, but those kids still have their whole life to learn lessons in. Please let them begin by working and getting a regular pay check to bring home. Like JoAnn Watson, I pray to God to improve Michigan's and specifically Detroit's economic standing. Detroit needs to put its children to work—now.

Note- I hope all of us are taking notes on the names of those certain Detroit Counsel members who we don't want in office next time. It seems that half the counsel members obstruct the other half from getting anything valuable done. I say blow out the old and bring in the new. Detroit, more than any other city in America, needs the new fresh smell of spring in the air.

5/31/08

This morning when I went to the mountain to visit with Jesus, I paused for a long moment to orientate myself. I sat on a huge rock with my feet dangling amid and felt the rough graininess of its surface. I wanted to set in my mind a sense of place. I looked up and there stood Jesus, his head framed by blue sky and fluffy clouds. The scene behind him was strewn with large boulders and a few scattered trees.

It is early spring here on the mountain; it is always spring on this mountain because I love the tiny wild flowers that dare to rise through melting snow. Clusters of tiny white and blue flowers sprout from long stems on one side of the huge rocks while a small stream of water slowly winds its way around the other side and down the mountain. This is my favorite place to meet with Jesus.

Jesus smiles and takes my hand and we walk down the mountain towards the other people who have gathered from their own favorite place on the mountain. When we arrived, I saw large numbers of people standing amid rocks, trees and other fauna under a bright cerulean sky. Colors abounded as I looked around. Many people, like myself, wore long white gowns, but I was surprised to see a large number of people wearing yellow this morning. I am not sure what it signifies, if anything. Many Buddhist monks wear red, but many other people choose to wear distinct eastern costumes or a western style of dress. Together, we looked like spring flowers scattered and bobbing beneath the warm morning sun.

Then we became a multicolored garland as we came together and gathered into the usual circle. Here Jesus spoke, but he used imagery as well as words. I will try to convey what he meant.

He said, “Any time people gather into a circle, it can increase their ability to gather God’s light into themselves.”

He meant to imply that gathering into a circle can be vital for gathering up God's energy. (Perhaps because I often have qualms about a circle being too simple). As he spoke, I saw all of us gathered into churches and other places of worship and realized that every gathering was like joining into a circle. In topology, many shapes can revert into the same circle, a cup into a doughnut. Imagine a invisible ribbon beginning with the celebrating priest flowing, touching, and penetrating everyone present, then returning to the priest, over and over. In some churches and gatherings, people make an actual circle by actuality by joining hands but actual touching is not necessary. The connectivity of everyone happens automatically when we join together in prayer. Physical joining or not, each gathering has God at its center.

This is what Jesus wanted us to understand today. Also how important it is for us to gather on the mountain. He is calling an elite corps together, those people who will march forward as solders, people who can intensify God's light here on earth, people who will spread God's energy around the world. It is easy to step onto the mountain with Jesus. The hard part is holding your concentration long enough to stay. Prayer helps as does a good image in your mind of the environment where you will stand. Sky, grass and trees are ubiquitous and easy to imagine as are rocks. With practice almost anyone can meet with Jesus on the mountain. He died to save all of us and now calls all of us to join him.

As I walked with Jesus this day, I thought about connections between people. I mentioned this to Jesus. I told him that I have been seeing connections everywhere I look. I see people resembling other people, many people acting in coordination, and many groups following certain paths like fish schooling in an ocean. We seem to live in an ocean of currents that push and pull at us. How hard it is to make a break from the ordinary and take a stand out of the streaming path. This is what Jesus asks us to do.

Jesus said, “You are beginning to see connections because you have found a deeper truth.”

In other words, we are all connected to each other. Just as we are finally seeing how ecology is all connected and interblended, so we humans are tied to each other at some level of being. We know we are part of earth's ecology, and that the earth is in us too. But the connectivity I see seems to go deeper, it pulls at our desires and needs.

I am reminded of the movie, The Matrix and I see that our situation is similar. Like in the movie, I have even seen people change for a short time. (I have even seen the dragon enter a person). I suspect it sends parts of itself out to inhabit some people. If we are all connected, it would be easer to manage us than we think. Thankfully, most of us are able to shrug off the enemy's plague of ideas. Those of us who stand with God can push certain taunts away from ourselves with ease. Every time we gather together to increase our God given energy, we free ourselves of its influence.

God gives us energy that we can see to help us understand what we can't see. We know we derive our substance and well-being from this sunlight, but he also gives us another form of energy of awesome power, an energy that the more we visualize it, the greater it becomes. Potentially, it is unbounded and universal. With Jesus help, we learn new ways to serve and find nourishment from God's table.