10/3/09
This world and the universe it rolls around in never fails to amaze me. Well, actually, my amazement centers on God because it is God who produced all the stuff we see, feel, know, imagine, dream, touch. Everything seems to be intricately woven in a fabric only God knows the depth of. I thought of all this as I walked to greet the others in the circle. I thought of the mechanism of it all, how the parts fit so perfectly, and how some systems of belief would exclude the need for a God in all of this. I wondered about that possibility too, but find it hard to credit a universe without a supreme mover. Maybe it would all work without the supreme mover, the gears might turn, the stars might still shine, but something vital would be lacking.
I ran into difficulty trying to define what exactly would be that would be missing. The universe would have an emptiness, a missing element, a void unfulfilled, an emptiness filled with what…emotion, feeling, hunger, depth? I wondered what is the essence of a flower? Not just that it grows, but what is its essential quality? its aroma, color, beauty, life! What would be missing? I figured it out by the time I joined the circle. The answer was so obvious it could have jumped up and bit me--soul, soul like what I was using now to stand with other souls meeting on God's mountain, the soul of things, soul as essence, as purpose, God’s purpose for it all, God’s laughter and joy, God's created potential and the eventual completion of it all, if it is meant to complete.
We little grains of sand will get washed to new shores just as we have been ground from huge rocks, and this will continue on and on until God determines it should finalize. At times, I am awe struck by the wonder of God’s mighty works. And best of all, God is sharing it with me by giving me the ability to contemplate what He has made. Amazing.
10/7/09
It
is a good thing I checked on the computer to find the churches and times for
the statue of Our Lady of Fatima. The famous statue has been all around the
world,
The
While I sat praying for my family I also worried that I should pray more for people out of work and wondered if praying for my own family was somehow selfish. Mary spoke to me at this point.
She said, "Praying the rosary helps everyone."
A few days later, I had reason to think about Mary's words once again and put them in better perspective. Anyone who wants more information can get it at www.pilgrimvirginstatue.com.
If you look
closely you can see a tear coming from this statue of Mary. Called
the Weeping Madonna, Jan 31, 2006. For a larger view of The Weeping Madonna.
10/9/09
I went to St. Josephat Chruch and said a rosary while I sat in front of the statue of Our Lady of Fatima. The statue's face is sorrowful, her eyes are beautiful and seems to glow with tears all the time. This reflects Mary's love for us. It wasn't crying, but it has cried, 30 times according to the booklet I picked up in the church. A photo of the tears rolling down the statue's face can be found at the above web site. Of course, it isn’t the statue that cries, it is Mary, who on those special occasions, steps down from heaven to surround the statue with holiness. We never know when she will visit. I am sure she cries for all the human souls who are in great need.
Mary told me once that she is less concerned with the sickness of our bodies than the sickness in our souls. She would heal our souls, if we let her.
I suspect that when Mary gives us a miracle, it has more to do with the person’s soul than their physical sickness. Probably, it is the people who surround the healed person who need a miracle of faith. A single miracle has the potential to change a great many lives. I imagine that often, a persons unbelief would overturn if they know someone actually healed by a miracle. I know it is said that we can never understand why certain people are healed and not others, but I suspect this to be the reason because Mary wants to influence people into changing their lives.
This
may be why the image of the sun fell on Mary’s last visit to
When I walked into St. Josephat I was awed by its beauty.
I told a person as I was leaving "I don’t think I have ever been in a more beautiful church." It is right in my neighborhood and I had never been in it before. It is a small church but its columns and decoration is elaborate and fits perfectly to give the church a homey feeling. It has a 9:30 mass so I think I will go there one Sunday.
The
person I spoke to told me “If you think this is beautiful, you should see
Sweetest Heart of Mary Church. It is even more beautiful." So I determined
to go there the next day because the
10/10/09
I have so much to write this morning I don’t know if I can remember it all. It began with a question as I walked with Jesus to the meeting place. I remembered what Mary’s words to me as I said the rosary. “Praying the rosary helps everyone.” I wanted to clarify what she meant, so asked Jesus. he said, “Why don’t you ask her?”
Grand idea. So when I met with the others who were glowing in light and felt God swell my soul, I thought about the Cathedral of Light and stepped up there to talk to Mary.
The Cathedral of Light is beautiful in a different way than churches in the city. The Cathedral is filled with nature and exists half in our world and half in the angel world above our own. It shines with the aura of the rainbow. Today, I walked up one of the array of silver stairs into the Cathedral and then followed a path through the green grass to lead m to where Mary can be found amid a million roses of every color. She can greet us there because, like Jesus, she can be everywhere at once.
I remembered that Mary prefers to heal souls rather than bodies, so with this thought in mind, I began saying the rosary determined to bring as many people's souls up to visit with Mary as I could.
I know that most Catholics say the mysteries with the rosary but I only do so when I am in a group because I don’t remember the mysteries. Besides, I find the mind is so quick, if I concentrate on a mystery during the Our Father and then I might be at a loss for where else to put my mind during the rest of the prayers. This day, as I said the rosary, I brought a person I knew or didn’t know up to stand before Mary at each Hail Mary prayer. I reasoned that all of us need our souls fed with heaven’s grace. None of us are immune from the powers of evil that beset us in this day and age. So prayer after prayer, I brought up souls: family, neighbors, acquaintances, strangers from the streets, people in nursing homes, children in Convent House, young people who think they know it all, people caught in the dope culture, hungry people, people in wheel chairs. In all, just by using a simple rosary as my counter, I brought more than fifty souls up to visit and receive a rose from Mary.
When I was done, feeling a little worn out for my effort, I made the sign of the cross and thanked her for her patience and love. And totally forgot to ask the question I wanted to ask her. But that wasn’t important now. I understood that the rosary helps everyone because it calls Godliness down from heaven every time we say it. At this point, I was glad to bring so many people to Mary for healing and my own souls received precious food along with them.
The is the face on the
I was surprised at
how small the statue really was because it felt so large.
10/12/09
During my rosary this morning, I thought about when I had said it and tried to say it for fifty people. Now I realize that it was not necessary to define each and every person. I had misconstrued the meaning of Mary's words to me. Why not let heaven define where a prayer goes? Still, I wondered how does the prayers of a rosary help everyone? I think it is like opening a door to heaven and letting more of God’s light in. Perhaps Mary has decreed that when ever the rosary is said, it brings holiness into the people of earth. This is why a rosary is effective even when we don't think about every distinct word, say it with a mystery, or dedicate it to other people. No matter how we say the rosary, it brings a touch of God's energy into people's souls. It is good for me to go to certain people who are sick or in great need while I pray; what I shouldn't do is labor over it or turn prayer into a circus.
Obviously, with the state the world is in, we haven’t been saying enough rosaries, nor other religions enough prayers because I am sure all prayer helps somewhat to better our souls. Then I thought about the rosary on a CD. If we played a CD would that be the same? I don't think so. What prayer needs is the human element and God's reaction to that prayer.
After I thought of these things, I asked Jesus, “Why didn’t you tell me that a rosary brings holiness into the world?”
Jesus answered with a smile, “It is better if you learn it for yourself”
This
is true. Jesus is a great teacher in that he allows the student to think and
then reach that
10/23/09
I have only been visiting with Jesus for a few minutes here and there, so this rainy morning I wasn’t in a hurry to do anything and decided I needed to have a good long visit and talk with Jesus. My psyche needs to reconnect with him once in a while to test new ideas and revisit old ones. I love to talk philosophy with Jesus although I don’t always write down everything we talk about because it is too varied and often goes over the same ground we talked about on other occasions.
I am getting off the subject of what I wanted to write about which is this: Why is it so easy to talk to Jesus? All I need do is think about him, see him in my mind’s eye, and there he is, willing to speak with me. I talked with him about this before. The answer is that Jesus is ubiquitous. This means that he is everywhere and anywhere at once. He will concentrate at any given point if we ask. He hinted as much numerous times to his disciples in the bible. So, if it is so easy to talk to Jesus, why is it so hard? Why don’t more people do it? Why to I wait days or weeks between talks?
My excuse is that I get busy, a pretty flimsy one, I know. When I know I want to talk with Jesus, I first put away all the little thoughts in my head; thoughts like the grocery list or bills due. Keeping my mind clear of inconsequential things holds my mind open for important ones; yet, it is often little things we talk about and I am ashamed to admit, I usually get around to asking the same questions I have asked before.
I have written about how easy it is to talk to Jesus before too, but we all tend to forget, don’t we. It doesn't hurt to remind everyone to take a few minutes to talk to Jesus as if he were your best friend. I try to keep him mine but feel neglectful.
He tells me I have been pressured into not visiting and traveling in the back yard this summer. We did travel a few times, but not like usual. He also tells me it is ok, that we have a lot of time to talk.
One thing Jesus has repeated often but that I didn’t understand before was: “You can rewrite the same ideas again. People need to know.”
Repeating oneself is not good writing so I wondered about his words. Now, come to find out, I have been writing for so many years that even I forget what we discussed. Certainly a reader might, especially one who just pops in once in a while. So when I feel the need, I will ask the same questions over and over and write many of Jesus’ answers here. We all need it.
Another thing I did this morning was review my feelings of empathy. Jesus told me I should do this often, but I haven’t and I felt I was loosing touch. So I went to visit a few kids in a hospital who were very sick. This always works to revitalize my feelings for others. This morning I found a young boy, blond, very short hair, almost bald, with deep set eyes. He was pushing a truck on the rug or bed. Didn’t pay much attention because it was his eyes that captivated me. I hugged him in a whole body hug and God poured light into his small body. The finger of God was like a burning arrow that zeroed in to the places where cells needed to shrivel up, the places where cancer was running rapid in his young body.
God can make everything like new; it is his light that created it all to begin with, and even now, during every moment of existence. God's light can remake or rearrange anything. If we had more of God in our world, we would have less sickness, less cancer and less mental problems. I think it is time to revisit one of the heaven worlds with Jesus so I can write about it. In this way, we will see the difference between our world and a perfectly balanced one. The difference is staggering, but something to compare ourselves with. Or maybe not. It might hurt too much.
Imagine a place that is so saturated in a mist of God love that every cell and fiber of earth and sky is permeated with love. On earth, this same mist from God is so thin it hardly seems present. We would need to saturate the whole, round earth in prayer for a long time before God’s mist could be detected by most people. Not going to happen very soon.
Perhaps Jesus will take me to a heaven world soon and I will write about it. I seem to write too much, at times. I get the feeling that I tell secrets that many religions have kept hidden for centuries. Yet, what does it matter? I could shout it to the roof tops, and in a way I do by putting it on the web, but only those who choose to search out the information will ever find it. I suspect certain amazing truths could be written in the clouds and only a few people would look up to see it. But it has always been this way. Those who want to search out the truth find a religion deep enough to teach them what they are looking for. And here is something about truth that many of us eventually learn: truth has no bottom, or sides or top or should say ceiling. A search for truth could go on forever and never reach a final end. Oh, we can reach plateaus and levels of truth that satisfy for a while, those Eureka moments, but then the bottom drops out as we learn new information and we need to continue the search. So when someone tells me they have found the truth, I smile because I know they are just at the beginning of an very long walk through the forest of bizarre and beautiful knowledge. This was what Jesus and I talked about this morning, and naturally, the conversation is non-ending.
10/24/09
This morning I meditated for about an hour which is unusual for me; usually I only last a half hour, but this day, God seemed to grab me up and take over for a while. I did a few breathing exercises first as a means of getting ready to meet with Jesus. It helps settle the mind and narrows down all the flighty, silly thoughts to one idea, meeting Jesus. We met at my favorite waterfall and talked for a while, and I often use this time to ask questions that dig further into the truth than anyone would believe. I don’t relate much of these conversations because they are private, but I savor Jesus nodding agreement because it reassures me that I am walking the right path. We all need such reassurance once in a while.
We walked to meet the others already surrounded and glowing with God-light as they stood in a circle. As soon as I stepped into the circle if was filled with light rolling into and down my body. As I said before, this day, God seemed to take over from there. I brightened like the sun and felt as if I had become a giant walking the earth. I held on to a walking stick, and for some reason I wanted to carry this crooked staff with me as I walked across the land from God’s mountain back to my home in Detroit. I truly was a giant shinning of light as if a golden nugget filled my center. The light spilled out of me like light bouncing off facets of a diamond.
I felt huge and powerful, rather I should say I felt something inside myself that was huge and powerful. God. The power was so intense, I felt unstoppable and decided to revisit the young boy I had visited the other day, the one with cancer because I was sure that this day, he could be completely healed. God was here to heal him.
I went to him and enclosed him into my golden arms. He understood. He felt me surround him with such love as almost can’t be born by us humans, but it made his body whole, like new again. Thinking of this awesome power pouring out of me, I went to a few young teenage boys, those tough little punks who are ready to burst their big ego out into the world and likely make a few serious mistakes. There are many and I had my pick in numbers. I sent such light into one boy it threw him for a loop; he stood as if brought to attention. I know he felt the light like a shock. Somehow I knew that this boy would again be dragged to church by his family, but this time, he would wake up and see what it was all about, and he might turn his life around. I went to about three other young boys and did the same. Then I remembered what Jesus had told me about enlightening a soul with such deep love as this. He’d said that the effect of such love and concern gets multiplied, that it wasn’t one soul I was feeding but many.
Then I went into a hospital where tiny infants lay, little preemies struggling to breath with tiny hearts almost too small to keep beating. I hugged one little tiny body and knew that this was a crack baby. That this baby wasn’t from a good home and may go back to a horrible existence with a bad mother. Yet, I knew her life was important in ways I couldn’t factually determine. I sent as much light into her as I could, which was still pouring out of me from God.
Then I was almost finished with the rosary and was about to broadcast the light into the whole country, when Jesus spoke up.
He said, “Stay with individuals.”
So that is what I did for the last of my meditation although I also sent God's light to specific families. His words reminded me that although God's light is invisible to everyone, something wonderful actually happens beneath the surface, that God had taken over, that God was here on earth if only for a short moment filling people with bliss. As I finished the rosary, I felt myself reduce in size and energy and Godliness.
I felt God leave. It is hard to describe this feeling of God taking over and then leaving. All I can say, is that you need to take certain steps forward and then you will get there too because that is the purpose of this writing, to nudge everyone towards the same bliss I felt—God actively within. Such an experience is meant for everyone, everyone is called, everyone is welcome on God’s holy mountain. Hope to see you there soon.
Photo of sky and sun
10/25/09
My car was down this morning so I walked down to St. Hyacinth Church. The male singers sounded really good, plus they sang songs I hadn't heard for a while, some in Polish. The gospel was in polish too so I may look it up later today and read it from my missile book.
I was surprised at how much I liked the priest facing the pews and a young girl alter server, and also greeting each other with a smile or quick hand shake during the mass. It all seemed right, not sure why? Maybe because I had gotten used to it years ago, but I think it is because greeting each other seems more open and inclusive. It is good for people to feel they are an important part of the service.
Jesus was there, of course, as he is at every mass, every day, said around the world. I think Jesus interacts with every priest at the moment the bread and wine is changed into his body and blood, no matter where the mass is said. Jesus told me he would walk home with me. I remember when it used to be almost a short skip and jump to walk home from St. Hyacinth, but lately, with my bad knee it has become a long trek. I wasn’t sure I’d make it to church this morning without sitting on someone’s porch stairs for a rest, but I did. The walk home was easier with Jesus along and the sun was out and the day looked bright and promising. I felt pure in spirit and deeply loved.
10/31/09
This morning I went to a baby burning up with fever. As I held the baby, Jesus said to me. “Concentrate God’s light into your own body so you can send it into the child's.” I did this as best I could and felt the light pour out into the small boy. I went to a little girl also, about three years old who was also burning up with fever, this time from the flu virus. I hugged her whole body and did the same thing, concentrating God power and then sending it into her body. She didn’t noticeably recover right away but know her fever will begin to come down soon. I remember how scary it was when my own children had a high fever. I believe we helped a few children this morning.
I also went to a much older boy with cancer. I think I looked like a dream to him, and that is fine. As he slept, I told him that God would help his doctors make him better. I concentrated God’s light inside him but it will be the doctors who actually seem to do the effective work. The cancer cells were concentrated and can now be eliminated easily.
I went to another young boy, this one I have visited before because I heard him pleading with his parents to go to church. They finally did. I just wanted to speak to him for a moment to let him know he wasn't forgotten. I should do this once in a while with a large number of people I have made contact with over the years. Each one is important for our future and I should let them know.