10/1/14

It was my friend’s suggestion that we stand in a field of red poppies this morning, I remember once when I first began meditating and moving around the earth into the Middle East, I felt somewhat afraid to stand in a field of poppies because I worried that someone might try to pull me in to a wrong way of thinking. I needn’t have worried. With experience I have come to realize that I have great control over where I go and could shove anything I perceive as wrong aside if I ever encountered it. We did stand in the field of beautiful poppies that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see until the foot of the surrounding mountains.

We stood in the Middle East and called as many children to us as would come to join hands with us. I thought of the trauma so many of the refugee children must be feeling and wanted to especially call out to them, but I wonder if the severe trauma they have faced recently would preclude a child from joining because their minds might be in too much turmoil, but then, it could go either way. Their imagination may be all they are left with.

We adults stood in a circle holding hands with the children as God filled us with light. The light came from within and without until we stood in a bubble of light. I had showed the children how to turn on the light that could flow from their center. As we stood in the bubble of light, it broke up and poured outward, to the delight of the children. This was our clue to follow along behind and spread the light of God.

This day we went into a number of refugee camps and to people living on the mountainsides to spread well-being. Each of us walked through the camps, stopping where we could to add a touch of concern and love. I saw a very thin man sitting in a tent with a look of despair on his face. I knew he wondered if there would ever be an end to the hardship. I hugged him and tried to soothe his mind, but I didn’t tell him it would soon end because I don’t know the truth of it and don’t want to give false hope.

I was walking past a tent and suddenly I noticed a young boy, probably pre-teen walking with me. He was sending out light from his own center. I was amazed. He was one who had joined us in the gathering and had held onto the light.

I was delighted and let him know. He smiled back at me. It always amazes me how God seems to reach down and point to a specific person to do his will. This boy has been chosen to do just that. I explained to him that the light was a form of visual prayer because we could actually see the light flow into a person. He smiled up at me knowingly and walked on. I went to a women who was sitting cross legged and rocking back and forth slightly. She wasn’t in sorrow but she was greatly worried. I held her and took both her hands in mine. She seemed attentive to the presence of the God energy that surrounded her because she smiled, seemingly more at peace then before. I left after this but think some of the other people walked in spirit for a longer time.

10/4/14

This morning Jesus and I met a few friends in a cool, green forest filled with fronds fans that covered the forest floor and I surmised that we must be far away in a damp jungle. We were almost smothered in a green like a blanket, even the sky was green. But a friend called us to go to his land, so we did. We went to the opposite extreme, the western United States where the air is dry heat and the openness spans outward for long distances. We gathered upon a rock high above the other rocks and admired the vivid red, orange, and yellow colors of the rocks, and then purple in the shade. The sparse fauna showed bits of greenery and from our high perch I could see dotted colorful flowers in certain areas.

Just before we called upon God for energy, a few American Indians joined us and we called children from the reservation to hold hands with us on the high rock. As we held hands, I heard Indian singing in the background as if a medicine man were with us who was dancing and praying and the children joined in. It sounded good. I was reminded of what Jesus told me once, that I was to let the children make their own prayer when we gathered. I felt pleased that some children were doing so already.

God filled each of us with love-energy and we dispersed to go about the land to spread love like a light in front of where we walked. We went to a reservation and I hugged a few very young children outside playing then went inside and sent light to their mother who seemed worried. I speculated that she needed to find a job. I went to other people as well young and old as I walked around in their simple neighborhoods.

I was thankful to the mystery writers of Indian decent who described for us through their fiction writing what life could be like on a reservation. Without their input most us wouldn’t know the seriousness of the people’s problems.

I next stepped over into California where it is so hot and dry. The weather is changing into extreme events all over the US, perhaps rightly so sense we are the ones who have sent the most CO2 into the air for many long years. I went to an area where the people don’t have air conditioning and noticed a mother who was sitting listless while watching television and hugged her and hope she will feel better.

I also sent a bundle of light into the cities where moneyed people were busy doing what they do. I even went in the other direction and sent light towards Las Vegas but didn’t expect it to sink in very deep with people who’s goal was to play and party. Still, I like to imagine a ball of love is good for everyone and it might be that when we go about the world with God-energy a few people feel better from our passing. I believe this and feel it is true. Jesus smiles as i write this. I think he sends his angels out to make sure it becomes true. The rosary ended and so did my short meditation but I felt pleased and happy to have contributed a shared a moment of peace and love with a few other people.

10/10/14- Note

I wonder if anyone else is having the same trouble as I am getting an absentee ballot. I have been an absentee voter for more than 10 years now, but this year I didn’t get a ballot for the primary so had to go to the church basement to vote. Because of this, when I was asked in my church if I wanted to fill out a form to request a ballot, I agreed and filled it out. I am sure the church sent it in. Then weeks later, I got a letter in the mail saying I needed to fill out an application for a absentee ballot.

Confused, I called and was told that I was already on the books but I could fill it out anyway, just in case, and that it didn’t matter how many applications I sent in. This time I had to pay for the stamp. Now, just today I got another letter in the mail requesting that I fill out an application for a absentee ballot. It states that I have yet to return my application for the General Election and that another application is enclosed for me to fill out and send. The same application that I already filled out 3 times if you count the one when I turned 60 yrs old.

I don’t know what is going on. I definitely intend to vote even if I need to walk down the church basement stairs to do so. I’ll call Monday and talk to someone again, but I can’t help wondering if other people are having this kind of problem?

Update—I finally got a ballot in the mail Saturday, saved me a phone call and stamp.

Kali and Princess were very glad to see me come home. It is nice to be so loved.

10/15/14

Recently, I was in the hospital for three days. I want to say that the staff at Henry Ford Hospital were remarkably friendly and thoughtful, from the housekeepers to the nurses and doctors. I had pleasant visits with transport people too as we talked about our lives. I walked out of the hospital with my heart beating in a steady, healthy rhythm again. I didn’t know how dangerous my A-fib (atria fibrillation) was until I later looked it up on the computer. Turns out I could have died if my fast beating heart wasn’t brought down right away. Thanks to the doctors and other staff, it was. By the way, I have never tasted such good food in a hospital before. Really good, but I don’t recommend going through what I did just to eat good food. ha.

After I got home and started thinking I realized that we might have a huge problem brewing in America soon in regards to sickness and money. I only got paid for half the time I was in the hospital, one day. This hurt my pocket-book, but I can handle it and make up for it in the next few weeks. But what about this Ebola scare in regards to quarantine. I lost two days pay, what about the people who come into unlikely but possible contact with an Ebola person and who is asked to voluntarily isolate themselves for 21 days? Dare we ask them to do so when it will mean staying away from work for 3 weeks? Three weeks without pay will deeply hurt many families. Twenty one days is a huge pay cut to most people. If you are a waitress or care worker, you can’t afford to loose that much money. I met a number of young people working two jobs just to make ends meet. Imagine having to stay home all that time. It could put that family behind with their rent, heat bill, car payment, and/or food and once a family gets behind in a major bill it is next to impossible to catch up.

I had an college professor who always said, “Everyone is one paycheck from the street.” It wasn’t too much of an exaggeration. So if this virus begins to spread, if we need to become serious about keeping large numbers or groups of people in quarantine for 21 days, something will need to be done to supplement those families with food and other support. Money may seem a small worry compared to Ebola but for those who work a job for low wages, money is of vital importance. I hope our government and health care system considers this if they ask people to stay home for 21 days. So far, just watching the people who have possibly been exposed and taking their temps seems enough. I hope it stays that way.

10/18/14

Being in the hospital myself reminded me that the medial profession does very well when it comes to healing people. It made me realize that my own prayers should focus on giving hope and encouragement where I can to people in emotional need. I thought of this as I stood with the others on a mountain, any mountain because the whole of earth is God’s mountain, this mountain covered in green grass beneath a deep blue sky. Even so after thinking these thoughts, the first person I felt drawn to was a tiny baby who was in a hospital. The baby was sitting up in its crib, looked at me as I came near, and giggled when I waved my hand across its tiny chest to pour light-energy into it. Jesus stood next to me so I knew the baby would be well by the time we left.

Next I went to a man who worked in a hot field picking fruit down south. Such a hard worker and he looked weather worn and his body was getting old and tired. I held him for a moment and hope I gave him encouragement to keep going. Another person I went to was very depressed. I spoke into her mind and told her to get up out of her chair and help another person. “Even if you only give a dollar.” I said, “Do it, or do a kindness. Find a person who needs your assistance.” I suggested that she ask the angels to help her find a person who needs help. “Giving of one’s self is the quickest way up out of the depths of depression,” I told her.

I don’t know how much of this she heard but I hope she did what I suggested. The poor women was overwhelmed with money problems, which is why I suggested starting with giving a single dollar. Any kind of giving can lift a person up.

Before I nodded good-by to the others, I promised that we would travel soon. Jesus has told me that he would initiate and lead us on our next travel. I am still recovering from a hyper-state of too much thyroid medication so maybe he is waiting for me to calm down more.

I want to go to these places, and maybe I have.

10/25/14

We traveled this morning after sending light around the earth. This time the light flowed from God in multiple prisms and then left our body centers to cover the earth. After the earth was surrounded and swimming in the special, invisible energy of God, we stepped onto the sky tunnel. I call it a tunnel but it is more an enclosed bridge than tunnel because it has sides where I put the palm of my hand to feel the throbbing aliveness of the tunnel. We walked to the very end and stood at the edge while multiple wisps of shear color like bellowing curtains flowed at us from the star lit space. We stepped off behind Jesus.

We found ourselves standing on hills of sand, beautiful white sand that seemed to go on forever except for a sparkling white mound in the far distance. We walked up to the mound and saw that it was a strange, rounded building, mostly buried by sand. It had intricate designs on its Marbled surface with what might have been figures. Columns rose from the buried front as if was an old Greek temple.

I asked Jesus if we were on earth in the past or a far future.

He said, “This is not earth. It is a planet that humans will come to one day and find it as we see it now.”

I understood that we explorers would discover it and then be greatly puzzled by the life that once lived here and will try to decipher the meaning of that life.

We went below the sand into the building, into a room that was cave-like but empty of sand. I saw shelves of small glass boxes enclosed in larger glassed in cases. I knew by looking at them that it would take a physical person to open the boxes and search for their meaning, that this wasn’t why we were here.

I looked at Jesus and smiled, “We humans love puzzles. This will be a puzzle on a grand scale.”

Jesus told us that the whole universe is filled with puzzles. The people who once lived on this planet dispersed to other places far away. That the universe is so vast it can seem full of life, and is, yet every incidence of life is more precious then we can ever know. I assume we humans will one day invent some kind of ship that will take us through space to discover these other planets. Some of our science fiction will become true.

We followed Jesus to another place on the same planet, this area too was covered with white sand as far as the eye could see.

“Is the whole continent covered in sand? The whole planet?

Jesus explained that this is true because the planet is extremely old, but there was water far below ground.

“Come, I’ll show you something that will amaze.”

We followed Jesus down into the sand until we reached a huge cavern with green leaves growing in it. Huge green leaves as if someone had potted the tops of palm trees. lined up in rows. Different types of green plants were growing amid other kinds here. I didn’t see them but surmised there must be a few bugs and other small life mixed in between all the rows of fauna.

At the sides of the huge cavern there were stone stairs leading up and down and twisting around  in odd configurations. Also many glass enclosures stood between the mired twisting stairs beneath white light. The whole cavern had a lighted ceiling, it glowed.

But there were no people to turn the lights on or off. We knew somehow that this cavern had stayed viable and running long after the people left, perhaps thousands of years ago.

“What a find this will be for the first humans who discover it.”

“It is only one of the millions of wonders that await discovery.” Jesus told us.  

I asked, “Is that why you showed this to us? To encourage us to continue to thrive, to become more capable?”

“To grow up,” Jesus added. “Because it will be worth it. I have many plans for humans in the future, adventures beyond your imagining today.”

“Nice.” I added, “Do you think we will ever discover where these people went and who they were?”

Jesus just smiled and I understood that this would be pieces of a puzzle for later generations to put together. He only gives us hints today but one day we will learn more.

Jesus said, “Every age will have its own discoveries and adventures.”

I thought back through history at those other great adventurers such as Marco Polo and Christopher Columbus. Imagine if they could have had a hint of all that we know and see today. What will we see tomorrow?

One thing we don’t know is what Jesus means by age? He did not elaborate on what he said and I didn’t ask. When does one age end and another begin? For all we know, God may blink each age into being. We think history has run continuously in a liner fashion since the cave man, but we could be wrong. In fact, even science states that time moves in steps. In the bible we often read “The end of the age.” as if there would be many. Age could also refer to the precession of the equinox. At this time, we are entering the age of Aquarius, stepping into the firmament as into an ocean of stars. Sounds right. (And now I will be humming that silly song all day, whether I want to or not).