10/1/12

As I climbed the mountain above the snow line this morning I saw the peak lift so far above the clouds that my view was drawn into the indigo blue of deep space. Cold dark sky above and frigid white snow below. Perfect. I grabbed hold of a icy-cold rock, black against white. I knew in a sudden moment of insight that this grandeur could never be extinguished or sullied, that this huge, round earth we live on, this gift from God, is so perfect that even we destructive beings that we are, cannot mar it beyond repair. We could never put too big a dent in God’s mountain, though we may try to bring a few down.

Earth is heavenly real estate. We might scum up the surface, but the wounds will heal. This amazing ball of fire and rock is our birthing crib and total source of nourishment. Well, it isn’t only the huge earth that is valuable, the intelligent beings running and swimming on its surface. This grand earth serves as our kindergarten so we can rise to our full potential, and we still have so very much to learn.

A mature people would always put back and heal the wounds it caused. They would always clean up after themselves because they would recognize that the earth belongs to all life living upon it. We are only now learning to replace what we mar. A mature people would value the intelligence of every mind on the planet, human and otherwise. Finally, we recognize that all children should be in school because education is of the greatest benefit. Certainly, a mature people would distribute wealth more evenly to eliminate desperation and need. Most agree that we should build wells and help with food. Finally, we are maturing, at least in our ideals.

10/3/12

I met with Jesus this morning at the natural stone well surrounded by trees full with leaves. I thought of how deep the well must be to make the water black as I dipped my hand in the icy water This helped me feel orientated and actually there with Jesus. Then we walked across a field of green grass and wild flowers and kept climbing up a tall incline until we reached the others who waited on a ledge of the highest peak. We were below the snow line and it was still spring and the breeze wafted with perfume. It was wonderful.

So wonderful, I thought to ask Jesus about the earth. Surly, we humans are incapable of destroying this beautiful planet. We might damage the surface but that is all. Jesus agreed with me that it was unlikely. This made me think of the New Earth he showed us before and I wondered at its purpose. It is a twin of earth that Jesus (or humans) terra-formed to resemble earth. I wondered why.

Jesus said it was to preserve the various cultures of the planet. Every area has a group of people acting and living out a different part of modern human history.

“I think it could look the same but never feel exactly right?” I said.

“I know,” Jesus said, “The actual pain is gone as well as the many tragedies.”

We all thought about this for a while. Then Jesus said, “It is similar to the Renascence Festivals some people put on.”

“Ah, but this festival would fill a world and have thousands of different times and cultures next to each other.” I imagined the actors bodies moving in and out from one place to another to watch the enactments.

Jesus added, “Some people make it their goal to revive past cultures as accurately as possible.”

That made sense to all of us, so we settled into a circle and praised God for our earth. I felt God-energy descend into me and carried it back to find someone to share it with.

I went into a hospital and sat beside a very old lady. She was terrified of dying because she had done great wrongs in her life. I couldn’t imagine what horrible wrong a little old lady could do, but her mind was insistent that she had did something horrible. She just knew the devil was coming to get her at any minute.

I hugged her and suggested that she ask God to forgive her. “It isn’t too late.” I said, then suggested that I say the words with her because I have things in my life that I am ashamed of too.”

Together, we asked God to forgive us and I felt her sigh of relief. I suspect she had probably asked God to forgive her before this but with me sitting there (pretending to be an angel) and speaking to her, it may have helped her feel that God really did forgive her this time.

The rosary ended and I thanked Jesus for allowing me to speak to the dying lady and know what to say. Sharing helps me as much as it helps other people and I begin to feel bad if I go too long between spiritual visits.

10/6/12

I often call children from around the world to join us on the top of the mountain, but I have decided not to write about it unless we do something extraordinary. They are always welcome, of course, but to a western child, it must seem, a mere moment of life with little importance, perhaps like a cartoon event. Yet, I think they will remember these moments when they grow up.

A few children across the world who have been trained in meditation think differently of traveling off planet. I have been told that they are now traveling on their own without even adults to lead them. This would be a proper goal for every child after they learn to meditate for a few minutes a day. Now that the idea is open to everyone, it isn’t too hard to learn to send the mind outward to travel this planet or another one and I believe that one day many people will do so. I center on children’s ability to mind travel because their imaginations haven’t gotten stuck in the mud of common sense. Most adults minds have gotten stuck and this makes it harder to step out beyond the firm ground of perceived reality.

It is a new world order I see, one that Jesus taught me. A world where people will learn to save themselves instead of wait for Jesus to lift them up. This theme is something I got wrong in my latest book and the fault bothers me so much I am writing about it here. In the book, Driving Sunlight into Soul, I have Jesus coming to earth and rescuing people of the future. I think what he is really doing is teaching us to rescue ourselves. Freedom means no longer being chained to earth. Enlightenment means no longer repeating life on this specific earth. Heaven may mean the soul is free to live and travel in time and space; although, Jesus tells me we always have a body centered someplace. This includes the angels and other beings in the universe. The universe truly is composed of matter but there is much more to it than we know or imagine.

10/12/12

We gathered upon the high mountain peak this morning and called children from around the world to join us and others who were willing. Many came and we joined invisible hands and called to God for love-energy. We stood like petals of a huge flower joined in the center and spread out in a circle. I could only wonder what the sun must feel like on a flower’s skin. On my spirit, it felt like heaven must feel. Then, like petals in the wind, we dispersed, each of us eager to share the invisible light-energy with others.

But which others? Who needs a burst of energy the most? I suddenly felt weakened by the great numbers of people in and agony and pain around the world and couldn’t think where to go. I looked up at the others and they understood my dilemma. Each of them had made it their chore and joy to help other people for a far longer time than I have. They dealt with it somehow, and so would I.

As I thought this, A holy man who had joined us from the Middle East showed his own raw pain and I realized the deep pain he must be feeling because of the turmoil and mix-up in his area of the world. All of us followed him home, spreading the light and praying all the way. We specifically prayed for the young girl who was shot by the Taliban. We sent bursts of God-energy over the country hoping to chase their bad vibes out of it.

After we’d done what we could, I detected a slight dislike or misunderstanding from the holy man about people in the west. Perhaps his feelings included a dislike because we seemed to be free of pain. I asked him to come on a tour with me.

First we went into a New York board room where men and a few women of great power and money sat around a long table making decisions. We looked at them, representatives of many similar rooms in various cities, and saw their souls were hallow. As they stood to leave, the emptiness inside many of the people looked like holes drilled through their bodies.

The holy man nodded his understanding. Next we went to a street near where I live. I noticed many homeless men hanging out as I drove past the other day. We stood invisible in their midst as they sat talking or playing cards. Many large bags and blankets lay around the chairs and everything had a dirty, ragged and gray tinge to it. Papers blew all around and it seemed like oil was smeared on the cement of the old vegetable shed. I once went there for greens because it was an open market. Not it is a broken, open air dump.

The visitor understood that this great, wealthy west has its own serious flaws, although not as obvious or bloody as what is going on in the middle east. At times, the whole population of earth seems to be in serious danger. But this isn’t true and we are grateful for the many places of calm peace in the world. I don’t think God ever intended such strife.

Writing this reminds me of where Jesus took me this morning before I met with the others. Jesus suggested that we go into a hot desert this morning. We went there to that silent and peaceful place. I stood beneath the hot sun and reached down to feel the earth. The dirt was baked hard it felt like rock. I then put my hand on a grayish brown rock on the side of a tall mound and felt it burnt into my hand. I pulled my hand away. Though quiet enough, this desert felt uncomfortable to me so I stepped into a narrow hallow in the mound that was in dim shadow. The heat abated a little, but not by much.

I told Jesus, “I don’t like it here. I want to go home.”

So we did. Home was a dark, cool forest filled with green fronds clacking in the breeze and narrow beams of sunlight that peaked through the tall, leafed canopy. Water trickled down dark gray rock into the well, so deep I could not see its bottom. An earthly smell surrounded us with blissful aroma. I sat on the ledge and put my hand on this cool rock to let the small stream of water run across my hand.

“This is home.” I said to Jesus. “I love it here.”

He smiled, “But the desert feels like home to some people.”

Yes, I agreed, to each his own. I imagined some people loving the color of the desert with its scattering of oranges and purples and scattering of brownish-green plants; the sun beating down on their heads and backs. Plus, after a rain the desert bloom can be breathtakingly beautiful.

“A nice place to visit,” I agreed, “But this is more my style.”

Jesus laughed, pleased at my reaction. I wondered why and then realized that I had felt both places with such a deep level of emotion that it was almost physical. Maybe it was physical. Ah, this had been part of my training, which seems to be moving really slow. I can’t help but admire Jesus’ patience.

10/14/12

Jesus was in church two weeks ago. He sat in a pew towards the back of the church with the other homeless people. I wasn’t aware of this until today during Sunday mass. It was as if a light went off in my head when Jesus suddenly told me to write the checks for specific amounts. Between the two checks, Mission Sunday and church, it added up to what I had paid for the stranger’s shoes.

The shoe story went like this: While still in church two weeks ago, I asked the group of homeless men and women if anyone needed a new pair of size seven boots. No one did at that time because it is such a small size. One man seemed to look right into my eyes as I spoke. Later, at the coffee pot as I poured a cup of coffee, that same man came up to me and mentioned the boot size he needed, a size fifteen. For some reason, I felt familiar with this stranger, so I laughed and joked that he needed a pair of boats instead of boots. Then I looked down at his feet and my heart burst with pity. The leather on his shoes was discolored, rotten and broken open in places; they looked very uncomfortable. This stranger could never find shoes in a St. Vincent de Paul store. I determined right then and there that I would buy this man a pair of shoes, and did that same week.

I went to a different church to watch my grandson serve at mass last Sunday, but I thought about the shoes in my trunk and decided to tell the stranger he would need to scuff them up a little so no one would steal them. A voice suddenly said, “No one will steal my shoes.” As if to imply such an act would be impossible. Even then, I didn’t connect the dots. I fully expected to run into the stranger with the big feet in church today. I looked around but he wasn’t there. When Jesus told me, with a smile in his voice, how much to write the checks for, I knew he had been that stranger. Now I could take the shoes to the store and get my money back.

My mind filled with delight. Jesus had been here on earth and given me a gift. I worried of late that I haven’t been caring enough but feel better now. I imagine Jesus might physically appear to different people, at various times, certainly a great boost to faith and self worth. I feel greatly blessed.

And now he has given me permission to write about his physical presence. He told me that it would be good for people know he can be here and there, out and about. I laughed with delight at these words and still feel great joy in my heart.

10/24/12

The birds are singing loudly this morning. Is it because they are happy at the warm weather. I hope they don’t think it is spring. Surly they know the seasons. Perhaps they are expressing their joy to be alive in God’s great world. Perhaps I should take a hint and be joyful as well. I will as soon as I remove bad vibes from my mind.

I felt disquieted earlier this morning because my mind had been filled with the many wrong ideas swirling through the population, ideas like the growing plutocracy, and spread of disinformation about global warming and seeming neglect of people in poverty, etc etc etc. So when I met the others this morning, I thought it apocopate to choose a large brown hill built of slag and stand beneath a slate-gray sky. Nothing could grow on this strange, man made mountain. It even felt dirty and gritty as if a smear of it would not easily clean off the skin. The others took note of my mood, but said nothing, which served as silent agreement. They have had their own discomforting thoughts regarding the prevailing social dysfunction.

I had so many ideas swirling in and out of my head, I felt confused as to where we should travel this morning. Jesus broke into my thoughts and said he would lead us, which gave immediate comfort. We called other people to join us as we gathered into a circle. We called our love out to God who then sent defuse, golden light into the center of the circle. Suddenly, Jesus walked into the middle of the circle and vivid beams of white light stabbed into every person standing around him. Though intense, the light felt soft and full of healing power. My mental discomfort disappeared and I was ready to leave.

We gladly entered the sky tunnel and walked its length with pleasure, each of us proud of this bridge to space. At the farthest edge, we looked at Jesus to lead and take us somewhere.

Smiling, he stepped away and we stepped off behind him. Suddenly, I was stepping on soft, dark purple grass. It had tiny purple flowers of various shades growing from small stems. I put my hand down and felt the flower’s downy softness. We stood in a vast field of purple grass, as far as the eye could see. Darker and taller forms stood off in the far distance. Purple trees? The sky above and behind the trees was a brilliant yellow. Beautiful really, but it felt unsettling for some unknown reason.

We moved forward to higher brush, still purplish but with pink highlights. We walked through it and up to a person, all black, who was crouched behind large purple leaves. He didn’t see us because we were invisible. I looked close at his skin which amazed me. His skin seemed strange. It seemed to have no brown hues at all, although the deep black was edged with pink in places. He wore stripes of strange colors painted on his face and had an arrow aimed at something to the side of us, hidden in the bush. He had pinkish feathers around his shoulders. I assumed it was a disguise, but wasn’t sure.

It because apparent as we watched the leaves move that, whatever it was, must be huge. It was huge, like an elephant, but light purple and without a trunk. I thought it odd for this single person to dare to bring down such a huge beast with a single arrow, and thought that maybe his stance was just for protection. Then we saw more people scattered around.

I didn’t want to stay and see them kill the large beast, if that was their purpose. The others agreed. We left and went to another part of the planet for a short moment and walked on something like purple clams laying on a muddy lake bed. I couldn’t tell if the people we’d seen were truly primitive or very highly evolved. I didn’t think to ask Jesus because I didn’t care at this point. I felt greatly bothered by the yellow sky and felt ready to leave. I asked Jesus if the whole world was this color.

He said that it was.

“Can we leave now?”

We did and when I stepped back onto earth, it felt like a breath of fresh air to see green trees against a blue sky again. I actually felt happy to be back home. Even the ugly, brown mountain turned beautiful by comparison. Brown against gray-blue sky. It worked well enough.

Jesus commented, “Others have felt the same on that world.”

I didn’t doubt it. Probably the people indigenous to that planet would feel just as strange on our beautiful blue, water world. I was just glad to have earth’s sky overhead, no matter its mood.

When I was done meditating, I went to the window to try and catch sight of a singing bird and noticed the lawn in front of my home has turned golden from falling leaves. It felt good to be alive on such a stunningly, bright sunny day.

What could be more sunshiny than daylilies?

(Almost got a virus searching for extra photos so will stick to my own stock for a while).

10/26/12

I had a serious question to ask Jesus this morning. I tried to hold on to it as we met because I often forget, but I did manage to hold on to it. At the well, I asked him about the non-local aspect of the mind. I wanted to know how others could bring it into use. In other words, what does it take to travel with Jesus.

Jesus told me that it takes what I have done. So I thought back and tried to decipher how I first learned to travel with Jesus. I am no saint and I am very ordinary. And, that is the point. It is my job to be un-saintly to others can follow. Anyone can travel with Jesus. I am just a common person, not especially bad or greatly good.

First, I think that I become friends with Jesus, and this built up a strong love for God. Then I craved to meditate to see what it was all about and wound up with the goal of visiting with Jesus. Then it was Jesus who taught me how to send my mind into the musical chants. From there, it was into space where Jesus instructed me to accept that all things are potential and real. After this, Jesus took me to other planets in the universe. It is actually simple once you take the first step of love. Even so, as Jesus explained, it will take about two hundred years for the idea to be accepted by most people.

And that answer brought me to my next question: Does a person need to love God to travel? Can the people walking backwards, those who follow the enemy, travel off planet too? I think the answer is “No.” I think Jesus agreed that people bent on evil couldn’t travel in spirit form, at least not off earth. The more a person follows the enemy, the more that person is chained to the earth. True freedom can only be achieved with lightness of spirit.

I have the notion of the enemy holding us down. Yet, the enemy was once on Mars. What does this mean? Perhaps it means that we might take the enemy with us when we travel physically to another planet, but not when we travel in spirit? This is a question that I don’t have an answer for, yet. Well, an answer isn’t needed for a long time to come because we aren’t going any place soon.

The main idea, the idea that is important is that any mature mind can learn to travel, or exist non-locally. Then walking with Jesus can open up the whole universe and wonders beyond our wildest imagination. Perhaps the reason is that God didn’t just begin when it all began, God is continually creating everything with an ongoing love that makes everything possible. Imagine ourselves being invited into a vast God-dream that includes the universe. When we travel, we walk where God sits, where God grows this substance and image we call reality.

10/30/12

I was reading about the anti-science stands of many people in politics today. This is truly frightening. Not because science is always right, but that anti-science is so wrong. We are being fed disinformation that many people seem willing to follow: Creationism and a disbelief in climate change, ideas pushed by big money. We are being set up by the enemy to be the next collapsed state, to bring on the next Hitler, to change the course of human understanding of our world. We are at a cusp of change that can swing either towards wondrous awakening or horrible failure. The battle is ongoing for our souls.

Things are meant to change, but I am glad I won’t be alive to watch this one. Someone might argue that my travels with Jesus are unscientific. Not true. What Jesus is teaching me doesn’t abolish science, but enhances it by going beyond today’s reach. Right now, science seems unable to explain what so many of us know in our hearts—that God is real and true. This is a real dilemma we need to overcome, and we will, sooner or later. Jesus has told me that eventually, both the ideas of science and spirit will merge to become something we can hardly imagine today.

10/31/12

Once again I felt conflicted and unable to make a decision as to who to pray for. The overwhelming number of people who need help confuses my mind. We were standing upon a high snowy peak of the Himalayan mountain range as I said this about feeling overwhelmed. Each friend said they understood. Jesus stepped in and suggested that if we walk over the whole of the earth it would ease my problem. Good suggestion. So we gathered into a circle with other friends from around the globe who joined us, monks, and priests, nuns, and angels as God filled us with spirit and extra power.

We then took this energy and began walking in a line across the various nations, the line of light-energy flowing in front and behind us. Each of us stopped here and there to give a specific person a strong hug. We lingered in a few hot spots on our globe.

I learned that I could reach out and hug whole groups of people at once and then rejoin the line. We began our march at the side of the mountain and the first person I hugged was a young child living in a small hut. He seemed restless but happy. Next I hugged an American soldier fighting in the war in Afghanistan, then sent as much light as I could into a soldier on the other side.

Walking on with the others, I managed to send light into a number of people. I noticed that some people were more receptive. Monks living in monasteries joined us in the march around the world. As we crossed the ocean a whale and dolphin joined us and we sent the light down into the depths of the ocean. We kept walking and sending light and hugging people in America and Africa and lastly in China. By the time we stepped back onto the mountain peak, I could see that we had covered the whole of the earth with God energy. The round earth was glowing with light.

I have always tended to worry excessively, but as I look around from my high stance I realize that there are many good people in the world working hard to keep hope and beauty alive. Jesus assured me that this was so, that there was much to look forward to in spite of the serious problems we face. Of course, he is right. So I bundled up my worries for now and determined to be grateful for the light still glowing bright inside my own soul and other people’s. I must never forget that Jesus will eventually call every soul to himself, that Jesus has already won.