10/9/17

Sacred Heart Church is having a Bless the Pets Day on Saturday 14^th in honor of St. Francis of Assisi. It is such a cute idea. And Father Thomas jokes and tells us we can’t being elephants or boa’s into the church. Regardless, the idea is a sound one because our pets have become members of our families in today’s world. In fact, many pets are our best friends. I hesitate to bring my own Kali into the church because she is so huge and doesn’t control well on a leash. Nine years ago at Belle Isle she actually pulled me, cartoon like, across the grass with her leash.  She was young and full of vitality back then. I had a little more vitality back then too. Today, I just let Kali walk off leash on my own block and tell people to stay across the street because she thinks she owns this side. Most people agree that she can have it.

We all know we are living during a spiritual battle for souls, but this fact showed up most vividly for me when I went to the store to buy a cross on a chain a while back. No such thing anymore unless you go to a Catholic store. Crosses on a chain used to be found in all the major department stores and dollar stores and even drug stores. Now they can’t be found anywhere in public stores. What happened? Did these major stores find that they got better business by not putting crosses on display? Did someone complain that they were not being culturally appropriate? Oh well, this is the world we live in today. I am sure if Christmas wasn’t such a huge money maker, Christian symbols would disappear from that holiday too.

I want to write about my latest book, “Angels in the City.” I have been invited to talk about it to the Sacred Heart Book Club this week and writing thoughts about the book will help me think of what to say. First of all, it is not just a book of short fiction. It has a profound idea behind it. I wrote this book so I could instruct people in the fact that angels are prevalent right now on earth and are helping people. Almost every story shows a different way an angel might help a human in need. Some of these ways might surprise a reader, but most of the stories could actually happen and may have happened. None of these stories show grand miracles because that isn’t how the angels generally work. Angels don’t have superpowers, but they do have abilities beyond our own that they can use to help us.

Jesus has told me that there is nothing in my book that is contrary to heaven or the way God works. Jesus made sure I didn’t put anything in the book that was wrong. In one story, I decided to write that an angel had x-ray vision. Jesus told me that this wasn’t accurate, so I dropped that part of the story right away and rewrote it to better reflect the truth. One story details a soul being reborn numerous times. This also is not against heaven. As I have written before, if Jesus were to ask any of us to be born back to earth for him, we would agree readily. So although the Catholic Church doesn’t not agree with rebirth based on fate, it wouldn’t fault with a life lived again at Jesus request. This is one of the meanings of Jesus statement, “The first will be last and the last will be first.” He was referencing his first apostles, who will be back one day.

Even though a few of the stories are not directly about angels, like most of my paintings, they reflect a deep truth about the human condition. One of the stories seems frivolous and silly at first reading, but it also holds a profound truth that mirrors Shakespeare statement long ago, “The world’s a stage and we are mere players upon it.”

Also, these stories say a lot about myself as writer. It becomes obvious that I believe that some people can see bits of the future, that some people can hear angels whisper, that I believe there is great evil in the world, but like most people, try to ignore it, and that I believe that many of us through kindness and consideration help the angels do the hard work of turning people on the right path towards heaven.

Lastly, I often wish to do more for people in a concrete way. Once a week I gather with other likeminded individuals to spread God light around the world, yet as great as this meditative and spiritual movement might be, it still leaves me with the feeling that I haven’t done enough. Jesus has told me, just recently, that if I can get my books and stories out into the public eye, they would be a great value to heaven in a more concrete way. My books teach about angels and attitudes and methods that go beyond the ordinary. I love teaching.

Oct 21-2017

It seemed to me that more people joined God’s light brigade this morning. First I climbed the mountain leaning on a staff but then set it down. Even if my knee hurts while I sit here in my chair, I tend to forget that I don’t need a crutch while in spirit form. People who join us to walk with Jesus can lift out of wheel chairs or get up from their beds. This adds to the feeling of fulfillment and the beauty of stepping across America in spirit form. This morning, after gathering up God energy, each of us went around the earth to spread the light.

I stayed in America and planted roses made of light/energy everyplace I could think of to step, on tables, in living rooms, on street corners, and in boardrooms where leaders of business meet. Jesus called and many people answered. They seemed to number in the hundreds this morning. From New York high-rises to California meditative groups, people felt the need to spread God light.

I went around to everyone I knew to touch them for a moment as a way of transferring the light/energy into them. I hugged a few people who seemed in greatest need. Some hugged me back with their prayerful thoughts and some others seemed to nod as they received this soul food sent from God. Surly, we are a good people no matter what we see in the news.

It is my belief that large numbers of us in the population are getting sick and tired of the violence that gets pushed out and fed to us. We get violence in television, movies, music, and almost every venue that we hear or see. It is time to turn this around and I think that the horror of a Trump presidency will propel us to finally heal what ails us. It is time to search out the good in the world and lift it to the surface, to shine a light upon it.

God didn’t make us to destroy ourselves. God made us to enrich our world and then the universe. I often imagine our Jesus, the universal Christ, standing a million years from now and looking back on human societies and growth, our birth pangs. What does he see? From my travels with Jesus I have learned that humans are meant to spread far and wide throughout the Milky Way and beyond.

So let us all take a deep breath, pull together, and begin to reverse the economic and social damage that has been done our nation in the last thirty years. We know capitalism has grown into a monster. We can begin to tame that monster by voting new people into office. I read of a great many organizations that are building and creating and thinking new ideas. We can use this time as a turning point that will insure our greatness on earth and in heaven as God intended.

Oct 30-2017

I have to admit that when it comes to people who take heroin I can’t gather up a lot of sympathy. It bothers me that people would choose to take such a substance when they know in advance how addictive it is and the problems it will certainly bring into a life. Yet, after my weekend of pain, I have decided to rethink my lack of sympathy for such people.  Well, my pain was minor, a muscle strain that hurts when I move in a certain way, which causes me to limp, which causes me to tire easily, which caused me to finally take ibuprofen. Anything to get rid of the pain. Right? So who am I to judge some other person who has such pain they resort to heroin?

I don’t mean that I lack empathy for a person in pain. Anytime I witness a person in pain, it bothers me. Mostly because I can do nothing to ease their pain. This morning I remembered how I used to bring souls up to the Cathedral of Light to stand before Mary, a women who in life experienced the most excruciating pain any mother could by watching her child get tortured. Mary knows about pain. The long lines of people who petition her for aid wrap around the world.

So I did what I could this morning. I brought a few souls up to visit Mary who is forever present in the Cathedral of Light. It used to me my idea that the Cathedral was between heaven and earth and therefore a person needed to step up to enter. I was wrong. It is right here next to us, a dimension betwixt our own. A majestic place of nature’s pure beauty, a home for Plato’s perfect forms.

So during meditation, I stepped into this place of perfect grass and flowers and beauty and walked to the beautiful lady standing amid a million roses. She smiled as I told her I brought a few souls to her for healing. Mary handed me a huge white rose then she handed a rose to each of the souls I brought to see her. As she handed out roses to us, I saw millions of people calling out in prayer to Mary. Her love for us seems boundless. I think I may try to do an oil painting of this Cathedral of Light. It would need to be painted in an abstract manner because I would have a hard time painting a scene so unspoiled and flawless.

I have often wondered how I see the things that are beyond the usual. I have decided I was born to see these things and eventually speak of them. It has nothing to do with the stream of my life except that I finally chose to write about it. We always have a choice. Often when I listen to the rosary during meditation I see a indistinct image of Mary standing to my right. Jesus is often to my left. There have been times throughout the years when Mary or Jesus or angels will sit with me in church. These visions are hard to believe, so I don’t mention them, except to write of them here because I doubt this web site gets many readers.

One vision that stays in my memory was when I went to my first meeting of The Legion of Mary. I felt stressed which may account for the vision. When members began saying the rosary, I saw Mary standing among us at the table wearing a white gown with white flowers in front. I only saw the bottom half of Mary, but it was her. The vision lasted for long minutes and I felt awestruck to witness her presence. It was majestic. As I looked around during the vision, I expected to see the grandeur of Mary reflected in the faces of those who sat around the tables. It was not. No one else could see Mary standing amid our group.

I was totally surprised and learned something new about myself that evening. That for some reason, I can see beyond our dimension into another realm that many other people can’t. I still don’t know why or how. I share this experience with anyone who reads this web site because I want to assure you that the saints of heaven are much closer than you think. All you need to do is reach out to them with your mind and will. Your prayers truly do matter.