9/6/14

This morning we met upon a snowy peak on a Himalayan mountain with clouds below and vivid blue sky above. A number monks and even priests joined us this morning along with a few children in training and others. Angels completed the group as we stood in a circle holding hands. It was a small circle even with so many of us because we inter weave between each other. We are there in spirit and if I were to be silly enough to attempt actually standing here I doubt if I could breathe this high up. The beauty was breathtaking and a fitting place to touch God and have God fill us with his love-energy.

We lifted our minds to heaven and a vast blanket of God’s love returned to us, enough invisible energy to fill the whole world. We carried this all consuming love energy down the mountain with us and walked the whole earth. We began in China and walked as a line of giants across the land and worked our way West. As we took our giant steps, each of us sent extra feelings pleasure and hope into the people we came across.

I thought of going to the political leaders but realized there was little I could do in that area because they can be stubborn and blind to anything I might say, so I contented myself with going to the people in need. I touched people in China and Vietnam and when I stepped into North Korea I checked to see if they were still using the small bowl of food sent from God. They were. The lady who had received it at first was now old and feeble and one of her children now controlled the bowl and kept the it hidden. God renews the rice inside the bowl when needed. The people pray to the name of their God each time they used it in a ritual they invented and keep going.

Back in America, Jesus led me to an older homeless man. He was very religious and I don’t know why he was homeless, but Jesus pointed out his bad hip. It was swollen and preventing him from walking, which he needed to do to receive food and shelter at various places.

With Jesus instruction, I first hugged the man and whispered that Jesus would help him. I felt God within me until I glowed with power, then put my hand into the man’s hip. I imagined how all things should be perfect under God and felt the swelling go down as the man’s hip reverted back to a more perfect state. With Jesus by my side, I believe we helped this man. I saw a later image of him hurrying to catch up with people in a food line and the others looking on amazed until he told his tale.

I find it instructive who Jesus chooses to heal. Obviously, we live in a world of sorrow and pain and we can’t all be healed. Jesus seems to choose people who need teaching or who by their healing will teach others of his love. I think of the many very religious people who went to Lourdes but didn’t get healed and this may be part of the reason why. I am not sure. Although, I do think Jesus mother, Mary, heals people from a different perspective, that of pure motherhood and love as if we were all her children. I think many people who ask for Mary’s help for mental or physical ailments receive her aid regardless of the teaching. These are just my own opinions, so don’t take them to heart.

Also, I think even with Jesus at my side, the only way healing can take place with me is when I am filled with God’s love while in the spirit. My arthritis is often painful and I can’t seem to fix it in spirit or out. I asked Jesus why he instructs me in healing when he could do so more easily but I he didn’t answer.

9/10/14

We gathered upon a high mountain in a snow storm that filled the sky and air this morning. It was exciting and invigorating. I held out my hand and watched the huge flakes flow through my hand. The mountain or weather where we stand doesn’t matter only that we gather together in spirit and union with God. I was surprised to see many Catholic priests join us again this morning, but shouldn’t have been. Priests dedicate their lives and promise to follow Jesus and it was Jesus who first led us to stand upon the mountain in spirit. It is a new idea in the world and my writing was the instrument Jesus used to bring it out in the open.

So we gathered into a circle until God filled us with light energy then we stepped down the mountain and over into Africa where the Ebola virus is wrecking lives and killing people. Each of us did what we could to comfort people. I went to a mother who had the virus and felt God’s light leave my body and flow into hers. I continued to hug her for a while. I kept thinking about the children who needed her and her husband and family members.  It seemed to me that the virus began to dissipate as I held her.

Half of the people infected do survive. I wondered if those people, who had become immune to the virus could be recruited to work with the nurses and help clean and care for those still sick. Or like perhaps their own family needs them more. I also went to a man who was hiding out in the woods. He was afraid of dying of the sickness but he was already feverish. I hugged him and told him that it was good to be feverish because that the heat was killing the bad viruses. Not sure if this was true or even if he heard me, but I held on to him to give him hope and tried to convince him to go back to his village. I tried to assure him that he wouldn’t die. I am not sure if he will or not but I prayed to God to help him. He did get up and I think he went back.

I nodded to the others as I left. I think many others in spirit are more capable than I and they stayed longer to try and comfort people. We can’t always give actual aid, but we can sometimes ease the mind of a person and give them hope. Perhaps hope can help pull them through the most difficult phases of the illness.

I hate to see summer go this year

9/15/14

What confusing me most about meeting on the mountain to pray with other people in mind and spirit is the element of time. It doesn’t matter at what time each of us chooses to meet, it is always the right time. I might take a half hour in the morning to meditate but another person who meets with us on the mountain may take a few minutes during the evening, yet it works out that we meet together. I suppose it has to do with the way we direct our mind and our spirit takes over from there. It is not much different than how we might talk to Jesus. I have found that if I direct my mind towards Jesus, then it is Jesus who is with me.  

No doubt, most people would attribute this effect to imagination, but imagination will begin playing a larger part in our future. Our ability to meet together with our minds will grow slowly, but it will happen. Most of us are so dependent on factual information that we feel as though the ground has slipped from under our feet when we dare to consider that a mental image could be real, as if daydreams were real. But a mental image is not the same as a daydream. A real mental image has purpose and direction. Jesus has said regarding our travels to other planets, “If you can imagine it, it already exists.”  In the New Testament he tells us to become “Like little children.”  In part, I take that to mean we should try to be imaginative like a child.

This morning during the rosary, I learned that Jesus is teaching many monks, priests, and other people who choose to walk in spirit how to share God’s love-energy as a means of healing. Mostly this involves helping people with their emotions and mental health because these two things go a long way in helping the body too. But I suspect that the love energy that pours out of us can also heal the body because God’s love is perfection and drives our human cells to be more perfect.

For my own part, I am far from able but have promised Jesus to keep trying.  I suspect that Jesus came to earth once more to redirect us further in the spirit. It is part of the plan God has for us; our continuing evolution which always involves change. As a people, we have learned much about science and our bodies, but seem to have neglected our most important attributes of mind and spirit. I think Jesus wants us to begin leaning towards the spiritual more. It is not easy. We tend to keep asking ourselves, “Is this for real?” But what is real exactly? Isn’t God real, yet we don’t see him. Isn’t love and beauty real, yet neither can be bottled. It may not be easy, finding this new spirit within, but more and more we will find it because Jesus believes it is time we do so.

9/19/14

We gathered upon a high mountain covered in snow with deep crevasses and sharp rocks below us but where we stood it was level beneath a deep blue sky. I think we numbered in the hundreds of not more because the angels from the future came and joined us. We held hands and God filled us with light-energy that we then sent around the world in rolling bundles of love. This is our purpose, to spread well-being around the world. Also each of us can reach out to specific people in need. Each of us has a special group or place that we feel the need most severely in our hearts, but added together, we cover every continent. The more people who join us in the gathering and march across the world, the more people we can give well-being to.

My own thoughts this morning were for those American’s captured by North Korea and other countries and made to work at hard labor. I feel for them and think I went to two men to hold them and tell them to stay firm, that it will be over one day. I then went to a young girl in the hospital fighting to get off the critical list and walk again. God sent energy through my hand and I sent it into her to heal cells and muscles.  I also went to a child in pain and tried to ease the pain. Next I went to a child of about 12 in an emotional rage. He was so upset he was crying. I tried to calm him so he wouldn’t do damage to himself or others.

During all this time, I felt so relaxed in my own muscles and mind, it seemed I could stay in this position forever. Well I couldn’t. As soon as the rosary completed, I did too. I can almost understand how a great Buddhist monk can stay in meditation for long periods of time, even days. I believe they have also roamed the world giving aid where it is needed and have probably done so for many years. We in the west are only now picking up on this potential.

One day soon, I hope to travel with Jesus. I haven’t traveled much this summer. I don’t know why. Certainly, it isn’t because I have seen everything. The blame is on me because I get tired and weary and afraid I’ll misinterpret something. Also, as I wrote before, most rocky planets resemble our own and only the strange cultures show great differences. Although, Jesus has told me that he takes me to normal places that I can more easily understand. Maybe I am ready to go to a really strange planet? We have a few in our own solar system that I have been to, but, by now, I forgot what they were like. I think I am ready to see something really far out. ha. Or maybe not.

9/27/14

A friend joined me at the well and as Jesus and I walked in the forest amid the ferns and trees. I put the tips of my fingers on the bark of a birch tree with its crusty, white coating and felt the roughness. I turned to Jesus and asked if I was actually feeling the surface while standing here in spirit. He told me I was and smiled. I took this to mean that the layer of nerves of my fingers that met the surface may have become just solid enough for me to feel, something like walking on stones or through grass and feeling it on the bottom of the feet. Curious, I asked my friend if he could see Jesus too and he said he could. The three of us walked together to the edge of the forest and then climbed up a steep hill filled with wild flowers.

This is where I wanted to gather this morning because I love flowers and the way the colors sprinkle amid the tall grass. Even chicory, the bane of city lots, was so beautiful it glowed and looked smoky in the distance. I bent down and took special notice of a yellow daisy and a bee that was standing on a petal. True I can see the same in my own yard, but not in such plentitude. Here there were no obstructions, only a sprinkle of flowers amid green grass and blue sky.   

At the top of the tall hill we gathered and held hands. I tried to call as many children as I could think of to join us, if even for a short second as a daydream, although us adults gather to feel an abundance of God fill our souls for these few minutes. We held hands and God filled us with boundless love-energy, enough to share with all the world, and this is what we did.

We began on the East coast of America and walked west spreading good will where ever we could, sometimes pausing for a moment to give special aid. I nodded at a whale as we cross the pacific ocean who joined us for a short while. I think animals also feel the wave of love energy we send around the globe although they can’t understand. I met a Scandinavian couple who were at the bedside of their young boy who was sick. I held and hugged him as he lay there trying and tried to send as much God energy into him as I could before walking on.

All of us finally went to West Africa where Ebola is taking a heavy toll. We did what we could to reassure people. I went to a young, pre-teen girl who was sitting on the ground swaying back and forth with worry. Her mother had been taken to a hospital. I held her close and when she seemed to notice my presence, I told her, “Don’t be afraid. You will grow up to be a nurse one day, maybe even a doctor.” I believed this as I said it and feel that perhaps I know things while in spirit that I wouldn’t know otherwise.

One thing I did notice is that these people are already thin and malnourished and suspect that the virus is more dangerous to them because their health is already poor. This must give the virus an edge. They need our prayers and resources. I am thankful that my country along with many others is sending in more aid.