5/2/12
I imagined my thoughts and problems falling off me like sheets of ice and walked over to Jesus who held out his hand to lead me. We walked through greenery to my favorite pool and waterfall. Tiny violets were scattered here and there just like on my own lawn. It was so fabulously beautiful that I struggled to express my appreciation for this wonderful place and all the fauna of earth. We climbed up the rocks with bushes growing between and stood on top of a tall mountain pass with green trees everywhere standing beneath a powder blue sky. I went back to sit at the pool and felt like crying for joy at this verdant earth God gave us.
I said to Jesus, “It is so magnificent. Well, at least in the temperate zones. Tell me you won’t let us humans destroy it. I can’t bare the thought.”
Jesus answered, “You won’t, but it may come very close.”
“I feel better knowing you will stop us from going too far. Our earth is so full of life, I feel so grateful, but what can I do to reciprocate for this wonderful gift?”
I agonized over the idea for a few minutes, then said, “You already have everything and know everything. What can I give you?”
Jesus answered, “You can give knowledge, share what you have learned, spread the truths that I have given you.”
“You’re right. Giving to others is all I have to give to you.
Jesus said, “I have made it easy for you to do so.
I laughed because this was right too. The angels drilled into my mind one night, many years ago. I finally figured out that this may be what helped me begin to communicate with others mentally. I am not sure. Maybe using this gift is how I will give back to Jesus. I will share myself with others, not with money because I have little, but by writing of our travels and the wisdom Jesus gives us.
With this in mind, I went to visit a few friends who have similar abilities and interests and delighted in the children who are learning to travel with the mind as I watched them study and play. Then I visited another friend who was also teaching young people how to mind-travel. (It seems to me there must be a better phrase or word to describe what we do, but it fails me at the moment.)
Then I called a few children to me and all of us as a group went up to the top the highest mountain in the world. On the way we struggled through a huge snow storm which we all found delightful because we could wade right through the blizzard with ease. Then we stood at the top, silver clouds a blanket below us, the sky deep vivid blue above us, and gathered into a circle to call on God.
I speculate that God always enters our circle because God is already present and God’s light gets magnified amid our gathering as it spreads into all of us.
From the
top of the mountain, still glowing with power, we came down and spread the
extra God energy everywhere. The children love the part glowing with power. I
led them to a refugee camp in
We did this as invisible beings with God’s help. It worked because we didn’t try to slide the container over to the table, we imagined it already there. Then I held a bowl of water up to a child who was thirsty. I prayed that this child would get all the water she ever needed in gratitude for the feeling of pleasure she gave me. I wished that all people could live in such abundance of greenery and dewy dampness as we do in the temperate zones.
As the children popped away, I hoped that we all learned something this day. I am assured that when I contact the children, most of whom I don’t know their names, it is at a time when they are ready and able to imagine. Time is strange during meditation, and I speculate it may be as they are waking up or going to sleep. It may take many years before some of the children realize that their travels were real. That is ok, It took me a few years for that fact to sink into me too. I have so much to thank Jesus about I can never really repay him. All I can do is keep trying.
5/4/12
I met Jesus at the small waterfall and well this morning and as we walked, I picked a fragrant leaf of mint from a plant and laughed. In truth, I don’t need to come here to this special place to find luscious greenery and mint plants; I have this aplenty in my own yard during spring. It rained in my yard last night giving everything a good long drink and now the grass and flowers are dripping with dew. I love looking out my side window or walking in the yard, but when I gather with Jesus and the other people, I prefer to meet in some common place.
This morning we met in a meadow filled with wild flowers. I called to some older children this morning. I usually assume that their age argues against a vivid imagination but maybe not, so I gave it a try. I know some of the Buddhist children are older, but they train to use their minds well. Most children in our culture don’t meditate or explore their minds. It is my hope that one day they will.
After we gathered in a circle and God filled us with light-energy, I told the children, who were looking at their glowing arms and bodies with delight, to turn and send it outward to encircle the earth with light. We all did this and they agreed it made them feel good. I saw the golden energy circling back on us over and over, intensifying rather than lessening as it did so.
Then we went into the sky-tunnel and I asked one child where they wanted to go. Mars was the answer so that is where we went. We stepped off into a sand storm so ran to a crack in the side of a huge hillside. I got the idea to show the children Mars as it was once long ago. Jesus agreed, so we stepped out from the rocks and looked down onto a group of people walking around a small fire. The sun was dim and the day was almost gone. We walked through the people for a short time watching their busyness at things we didn’t understand. Then the children, especially the two American children with us, were amazed to see that the people looked like American Indians and even Asians. The people had darkish skin tones like the color of the rocks and a few had a fold over their eyes, but not everyone. There seemed to be a variety of people in the small group as if they’d come together from different areas.
We then walked a ways and saw a large ocean. I wanted the children to see this so they would know that Mars was fertile and livable a long time ago, how long ago I don’t know and Jesus doesn’t say, maybe because it is hard to describe.
Then we hopped back to the sky tree and I got an idea. I wanted to show the children a different style of sky-bridge, the strangest of all that I’d seen. Just as he had led me numerous times before, Jesus led all of us to the strange world of white sand. I told the children to be very quiet and to stand and wait. We did and then white humps lifted from the sand. White Sand people who had been squatting in the sand for an unknown reason. A head turned towards us for a second focusing us with a glaring stare before walking off. We saw a pitch black face beneath their vividly white hood, so matt black that no features were evident except the eyes. I understood the children’s puzzled pleasure, just as I felt interested the first time I saw these people.
Before leaving, we took a moment to go over to stand before this world’s sky bridge. It is a rainbow of every hue imaginable that lifts off their world twisting up to the starlit sky.
This had been a long visit so I nodded goodbye to the children. I forgot to tell them that the people on that world worship color, which is why their sky bridge is so colorful, but maybe they wouldn’t understand. It takes an adult to understand some things. I thanked Jesus for today’s travel. I felt greatly pleased because I have been slowing down lately, not putting as much writing on the web as I used to. Although, I am sure it is ok, as Jesus has said, “There is all the time in the world.”
5/5/12
I have been thinking that each of our lives is like a tear or dew drop, maybe dew sitting on a flower in God’s garden. Well, it makes a sweet image. Then I imagine that drop of life rolling off the golden flower petal to burst and spray others with its wisdom. Well, isn’t that what most of us old folks try to do all the time, hoping someone will listen. Whether we succeed or not, only God can say.
Once, in our travels, Jesus took me to a world that was called God’s World. The whole giant, living garden was golden in color. Shades of gold spread over vast areas on the world, but the distant mountains were tinged in purple, the grass was still green and the perfect sky a powder blue. It was magnificent, with each drop of red bird or blue flower made more vivid against the gold. No people lived on the world except a number of rotating caretakers. I doubt that much care was needed. Everything grew profuse and lovely and God did claim it for his own.
5/9/12
We walked around the world this morning. It feels so good to be filled with God’s golden energy and to share it with other life, or act like magnets that bring God’s energy closer to the surface to enhance what was already there. Of course, all life is filled with God-energy; it is only we humans who tend to forget this and misbehave. As we walked, glowing with light, giants upon the land and oceans, children, angels, people from the future, and many from the present including a whale joined us in the march around the globe. (I am not sure what kind of whale and it usually halts at the edge of the oceans). Usually, we stop here and there to give an extra hug or spread more God energy. One young girl child who I found who was in great distress, I picked up and carried with me. She smiled and became happy for those moments.
Thinking of her sadness is what pulled me away from meditation this morning along with thoughts of the suffering some people inflict on others. I thought about the governments around the world, our own included, who are known to use torture and prison for numerous trumped up and fake reasons. I felt pained and upset because of it.
I asked Jesus, “Can’t you stop it?”
Jesus told me, “No. The only way to stop it would be to stop everything.”
I understood. Because if Jesus stopped it what about the children who will grow up to create, invent, change, or refigure the world? Sometimes it is the past suffering that compels a person to greatness. If Jesus ended everything it would also end the billion of good deeds done every day in his name. I had to accept the truth of it, that the weeds must grow amid the flowers.
Now I wonder why I thought to dwell on such horrible things and why I didn’t push the knowledge away. Would it be better to only think of good? No, to the extent that we can change in the world, first we need to know what is going on in it. I guess all of it is part of the divine river, a river of souls flowing towards God as if in a great river of molasses.
5/9/12
I read about a study on the internet about the earth heating up long ago in the past. Right away I wondered if humans caused it.
I asked Jesus about it. I said, “We did it before, didn’t we?”
He said, “Yes.” But he didn’t give any further information as to when or where.
The article I had read gave good
evidence that the west
5/10/12
As we get older we can’t help looking back at the little shameful things, the raised voice, small cruelties, dislikes, anger, frowns, a million bits that add to shame and fault. Spilt milk, but undoable just the same and those ugly events are probably typical of any of us. Still, I try to stop my mind from dwelling on such yucky memories and shrug them away. What can’t be shrugged away is the deep, encompassing love I receive from Jesus in spite of what I did, a love I don’t deserve.
Evidence for this love is all around me: a livable home, a fertile green yard, a working car, attentive children, large family. Not so evident is my attempt at story writing and art. Sometimes I suspect this encouragement to continue is also part of the love Jesus has for me. Certainly Jesus encourages the web writing, but I suspect that the Jesus and the angels encourage my story writing not because it is worthy, but because of their love for me. The writing gives me a goal to believe in, a mental focus that I need. All this love for one simple undeserving person. How can this be?
Yet, they will love each and every one of us just as thoroughly if we reach out for it. It is a love beyond our understanding. In this love moment I feel as if I am being showered with rose petals, wrapped in precious cloth, scented with perfume, and given high honor as if I were a worthy person. Well, the moment moves on and I return to normal, but the love continues to fill my soul. I am flabbergasted by such depth of caring. Any of us would feel the same if we could see how deeply heaven loves us.
5/11/12
This
morning the news paper reported on a shooting that happened months ago, but it
was enough to upset and then concern me during meditation. I met with Jesus and
walked in a flower sprinkled meadow but still thought about the two children
who did the crime. What to do, what to do? What was inside those fifteen year
old heads? Wanting a thrill or just something to do? Probably, and now their
life will be different, they will not know girls or go to a prom or get married
or have children. Instead they will live a harsh life behind bars, deservedly,
but still? I also read that the
The only thing to do is try and prevent the crime or the need for thrills. Immature children need structure and discipline, something parents can’t always give because they are too young or are themselves angry and hurting. God is the only help. I wanted to help too, as did the others in our group. We surrounded the city and sent in as much God-energy as we could manage. We began by standing at the edge and circling the whole city of Detroit while sending light like waves into the center, making ripples like on a pond and then letting the golden rays drop down like soft golden rain on all 150 miles of the city. Then we walked around the city, concentrating on the worst sections, the mile roads close to the edge.
I stood in front of a young boy who should have been in school and convinced him to turn back and go home instead of meeting up with a group of friends. He didn’t see me but I hoped maybe he heard me plead with him. I filled him with as much light as I could. Then I went to the group he wanted to join and convinced one boy to put away a gun instead of carrying it. Other people in our group also worked at helping young people on the streets and in schools. I sent light into men and women who live in some neighborhoods as a means of getting them to talk to children or provide emotional support. Many men and women already do, but not enough. I have a neighbor who has saved two or three young men by taking them to church and giving them a solid person to look up to.
Before we parted, we all stood in the middle of the city sending light flowing outward in concentric waves over the whole land and then even further to cover the whole of earth. The light acts like a magnet to bring out inner spiritual and wellbeing for everyone. We are all in such different stages of development that it would be a tall order to give everyone a sense of God, but why not try? Somehow prayer works, and those of us who gather try to send out visual prayer to everyone we can.
5/16/12
We traveled to a specific place twice in two days. The first time I thought we missed so much that I wanted to go back and take another look. I don’t need to meditate to travel with Jesus, but it can help me concentrate, so I did meditate for the second visit. To write about it, I will combine the two visits.
We stepped out of the sky-tunnel onto a severely cold place. The ground was white, surrounded by small mountains with snow reaching up the sides except on the bare peaks.
Jesus told us that it wasn’t snow we were seeing. “But it soon will be,” he said.
We were puzzled by this comment and then startled when we saw a huge dark form walk towards us. A shaggy dark animal was my first impression, but as it turned out, the dark form was a tall man dressed in layers of cold protection with various gadgets hanging from his person.
He noticed us and waved for us to follow him. This was quite a surprise because most humans don’t see us. We followed for a ways until he stopped at the edge of one of the small mountains. He lifted up a small, snow covered door almost buried in the white stuff. We stepped into a very small room where he removed his outer gear that consisted of hard stuff and soft skins. A small heater blew hot air at him as he did so. Then he opened a another door and we walked down a long flight of stairs finally stepping into a large enclosed space, sectioned off into different areas. I finally realized that it had been an air lock that we entered and we were not on earth.
Jesus explained that we were not even on another planet but inside one of the moons near Saturn.
This surprised all of us but explained a lot. We walked around and looked at the people, tall and strikingly beautiful, as they kept busy with projects. The man we first met acted as guide to show us around. He explained that this whole moon was an experiment, that they were attempting to terra-form it into livable space. He told us they had sent a machine up to dig out the huge cavern and then covered the hole by blowing up a tough skin of double rubber-like material. The skin was earthquake proof and should protect them from most disasters. One of us pointed to the striped pattern on a wall. The guide told us the skin was patterned in bright colors because the original skin was pinkish brown and the people didn’t want to feel like they were living inside a womb. We all laughed at that. Then he showed us a long well-lit room where they grew they produce. I am sure they had another room for small animals but he didn’t have time to show us because our eye caught sight of one room that glowed blue and we all wanted to see it.
We stepped inside and were surprised to see a plain wooden cross as the central focus with few obviously treasured books on ornate stands in a half circle in front, obviously sacred writings. We were told that this was where the people gathered for prayer services and meditation although people could also meditate in their individual rooms. It looked like a great deal of effort was put into the setting of the room, with its glowing blue sky, small polished tables and benches. The blue glowing air made the rest of the underground quarters seemed drab by comparison, even the patterned walls with stripes and other designs didn’t have such a grand effect. I got the impression that the people couldn’t function without it.
We were told that the group consisted of small families instead of single individuals because the experiment would last many years. Our guide showed us a general eating section and then the small sleeping areas set off by hanging fabric as doors.
Our guide said he had been outside checking some of the many instruments when we came for a visit.
I told the guide that we were from about the year 2000 and he nodded.
“What year is this?” I asked.
He shrugged and thought for a minute. “It is about a thousand years past your time. We don’t use the same system of time measurement that you once did.”
This was interesting. As we continued to walk around, some people noticed us and smiled, but stayed busy. They let our guide do all the talking. I thought that they were very dedicated to their work.
I wondered about these tall people who seemed to have held on to their individuality for so long a time. I saw a mixture of skin colors and facial features, which surprised me.
I asked Jesus if people will mind-travel in such a far future. Jesus told us that even when humans can step away and travel with their minds, which will become common practice one day, there will still be a need for physical travel and still hard work for settlers on other planets.
Most of our questions had been answered by the time we left. In all, even our guide seemed hopeful for humanity. He said that we would go through severe traumas but will come out ok. He was speaking of his history and our future. The subject of time gets too complicated so it was time to leave.
One thing that happened during the visit that should have astounded our guide, but didn’t, was Jesus presence. Our guide seemed to know Jesus very well, so well he took our visit in stride.
This bodes well for humanities eventual future. We do survive, we do continue to grow and thrive, the whole populous may even learn to turn to God one day. The blue room implies as much. In all, it was a very pleasing and hopeful trip.
5/19/12
Our walk
was wonderful this morning. After God filled us with his light, which I felt as
glistening love, we began walking in a line at the edge of the
I concentrated on my own home and neighborhood, even sending visual prayer to the person behind me who will have such a loud party this weekend, it will force me to close all the doors and windows and sleep in my office. I prayed for him earlier because my thoughts won’t be so kind during the loud celebration. I asked one of his nieces, why doesn’t he put the celebration in a hall? They said, “Because then it can’t be so loud.” So there you have it, loud enough for a concert hall on the street behind me, and nothing I can do about it. Well, I’ll pray early and hide later. We are all at different stages of growth and eventually, love will prevail.
5/23/12
Ever since Stephen Hawking made the statement that there was no God in the universe I have felt perplexed and troubled because I know God exists. So how could such a great mind be so wrong? Finally, I decided to go to the source with my question.
I asked Jesus. He told me, “Most people don’t know how to step beyond everything.”
Suddenly, I remembered the time when Jesus took me beyond everything. I thought to ask Jesus to take me there again, but Jesus said, “You remember.”
Yes, I did remember. It came back to me in vivid pictures as if I were back there again, standing in a golden, airy place in front of a large transparent bluish ball, about half my body size.
Jesus had said, “This is everything.”
I saw lights and other movements inside the globe and then we stepped into the edge of everything, sliding past universes, galaxies and many revolving worlds until we finally reached earth and looked at it from above.
Jesus repeated the idea, “Everything.”
His implication was that I had been looking in at all that exist, that I had been standing beyond space and matter. Think of the Matrix movie without all the violence, or the movie The Thirteenth Floor in which humans are mere computer simulations. I suspect that to God, the whole universe and ourselves are like computer simulations, though greatly loved.
As I pictured this I asked Jesus. “Do you mind that I write this. It seems sort of unreligious.”
He answered, “No. It is the way of the future.”
What he meant is that we humans, and likely other intelligent beings in the universe, think and grow through the ages in different paradigms. We are meant to constantly move forward towards God’s goal for us. Maybe it is a pleasure for God to watch this growth just as it is a pleasure for us to strive for personal goals. Why not, Weren’t we made in God’s image?
Suddenly, I smiled because I suspect that the purpose of the visit so many months ago, was to answer my question even before I asked it. I delight in Jesus’ subtle teaching methods. I smile even now as I write this. If I could, I would show other great minds, not how to use their imagination because they already do that as they decipher what they find as reality, but how to take that next step with Jesus as their guide. Oh, what wonders and truths they would find. But regrettably, I think Jesus as guide is for future scientists to accept.
5/25/12
If we listen to the Detroit leaders, Television news, and newspapers, we get the impression that the areas singled out as “distressed” is nothing but wasteland, filled with broken homes and worthless land. This certainly is not true during my drive to drop off my student, and I suspect it is not true for thousands of other routes through those areas.
Above are photos of some of the houses along the route. Many are well cared for. Some of them are new. Yet, the city would discourage people from living in their own well-kept homes. For what reason? The price of gas? Please keep in mind that fewer homes also means fewer trips by the police and fire department. As far as the city cutting off grants, there hasn’t been any for years for ordinary people. I answer the phones for people who call for help with leaky roofs, etc. There is no help to fix up a home, pay back taxes, or rent no matter where they live in the city.
True there are many broken down
homes, and large fields of grass in the city. So what? Most of
One thing I am sure about, the
people who care about their homes and take care of their years are going to be
pushed out without a fight. Most of the people living in