9/19/15

I stood above the city and poured out a bundle of energy from God. I watched as the light seemed to grow into a large bubble then burst to spray heavy rainbows over the land. I repeated this in major cities around the US. Sure, I used my imagination to burst each bubble, but each carried real energy given to me by God. Others were doing the same thing in their respective nations. Jesus had just led us up to the lighted mountain peak where our bodies and souls were filled with so much energy we had to share it or burst ourselves. So this is what we did, our spirits standing like giants over the land sending out awesome beauty and golden love.

I often wonder if I am spreading God’s gift too thin, like praying for the whole world instead of directing a prayer to a specific person or cause. But when I consider how great this gift God has given me and others truly is, I know that however we share this gift it will feed souls. Like sunlight that gives life to plants and all of us, God’s invisible energy gives life to the soul.

Yet, Jesus has told me to be specific when I can, so I also sent the energy into a few specific people. I went to one young girl in school who is was acting belligerent towards a teacher. She seemed to me to be a natural leader who was using her skills wrong. I saw another girl she was enticing to go along with her wrongness. I stood next to this natural leader and tried to give her through mental images the possible consequences of her actions. I surrounded her with light as I spoke into her mind. I had picked a good time because she had been daydreaming instead of doing school work, so it was easy to slide my thoughts to her.

In turn, she surprised me by asking me who I was. “Are you an angel or something?” she asked me.

I told her that I wasn’t an angel but that I work with them. I told her that with her ability to lead, she could do wonders in her school and later in life. I showed her an image of this happening. She smiled as she sat daydreaming and I believe our communication was fruitful. It isn’t always because so many people refuse to listen.

I went to other people this morning too, another child I smothered in God energy because he seemed on the cusp of a decision. I told him that he could best help his father by growing up and becoming a lawyer. I filled him with God energy and encouragement and hoped he would turn that way into the future.

One place I went was to a group of young black men who were standing around building up steamy anger. They were being pushed further into anger by one of them who seemed bent on causing trouble. I stood in their midst and poured God energy all around the circle of young men. I could only hope that the God energy would turn their anger off or, at least, tone it down. I actually spoke the words, “We don’t need any more young black men in jail.” I am sure they didn’t hear me but perhaps my good intention pushed outward along with the God energy.

I also went to a few other adults to encourage them through the day. In all, I think I was successful this morning which helped my own feelings of accomplishment.  I thanked Jesus and the others as the rosary ended.

I watched a good presentation on YouTube the other night. It is called “God Science: The Simulation Hypothesis. Episode One.” It was a well put together show and I thought it fit perfectly with my notion that we are living in and participating in God’s dream. A far out notion, but I like it. The presentation was biased but a good argument for God and science which doesn’t bother me because I believe in both. Here is the link: https://youtu.be/dqVrIBkhqOo.

PS I believe that Pope Francis’ presence next week will pour out God energy and blessings upon all of America. It will be good for us. I am looking forward to reading about his visit.

9/25/15

This evening we traveled with Jesus. I said I wanted to see something strange. As soon as I said that, Jesus laughed and told us to follow him. We walked up the sky tunnel amid the many wooden braids and curls that lined the floor and lower walls. The higher walls are smooth waves of wood streaked with dark reds and browns. I don’t know what the outside of the sky bridge looks like but I don’t think that matters. What matters is that the tunnel serves our purpose by getting us orientated and our minds set for travel. Other planet populations have sky tunnels made out of other mind images. On one planet we visited, where the people worship color, they used a sky tunnel built of a rainbow. It looked fantastic reaching out into dark space from the surface of their seemingly sand barren planet.

We followed Jesus to the edge of the high tunnel opening which looks like silvery curtains blowing in at us against a soft wind. We walked through the curtains and stood upon a different planet. As soon as we stepped onto the planet I saw a field of bluish gray ground and sky, but also something else that took up the whole horizon. A huge shaggy deep red tree or mop as large as a tree. It turned out not to be a tree, but an animal of some sort, although it was as tall as a tree would be on earth. It was wide and ponderous and huge. It had at least two but probably four fat legs seemingly made out of tree limbs and the branches entwined upward into the red shaggy stuff that covered the whole being. The whole thing was ragged like a buffalo might be. It also moved, slowly and laboriously. I imagined it eating as it moved but I couldn’t tell because it didn’t have a front or back.

What it did have was two or more small animals running around inside its tree-like branches. I got the impression of light brown prairie dogs or tiny monkeys. Whatever they were, I only saw them for a short moment and their four limbs were all the same length and they climbed within the huge red being. They were tiny compared to the giant being they rode inside.

There was some yellowish plants growing in patches on the ground, not bright yellow, nothing was bright on this world. Jesus told us that if we were traveling in space and looking for a planet to land upon, we would not choose this one. I looked at the yellow plants closely and saw they were like feathers tinted with dark gray. The sky was a darker gray than the ground with some light streaks of different dull pinks and some hints of green.

As I stood looking up at this huge beast, I asked Jesus if we were of normal size and he said that we were. The being was memorable but hard describe. Later, when I opened my eyes I could still visualize it so decided to do a quick sketch. The sketch didn’t turn out so well but I’ll put it here anyway. I wish I had a camera in my mind to take photos of what I see when I travel with Jesus. I can say this about this strange planet, although unusual, it wasn’t jarring or discomforting, it felt quiet and pleasant. It was even beautiful in its own way. Also, now that I think about it, I suspect that the huge being was picking up nourishment through its feet and this is what made the absent patches amid the fluffy yellow feathers. Strange.

Bad sketch. It was hard to draw. I put a figure in for scale. Didn’t see others nearby.

9/26/15
I met a young black man this morning while meditating that made me think about guns. He was exceedingly angry, almost ready to take a gun and use it on someone, anyone. He’d been horribly put down and his ego was at an all time low. This was done to him by unthinking or uncaring people. I don’t know the specifics, only that his anger was almost out of bounds.

I had just gathered up God energy from the golden mountain peak so had plenty to share. Over and over again, I poured golden God light into this man’s soul as he sat on a chair. I kept pouring it all around him and into him. I spoke to him as well but I doubt if he heard me. Eventually, he did seem to calm down. This is when I whispered into his ear and told him if he held on to the gun, he would use it in the future. He seemed to think the gun made him a man. I kept repeating that the only way to feel like a real man was to help another person lift themselves up, thereby lifting up his own self. “Go back to church,” I begged him. “Throw away the gun.”

I truly kept this up for a long while and put all my focus on this one young person because I have come to realize something. Some who head the gun lobby have in mind to eliminate certain populations by filling America up with guns. Like they say, “Guns don’t kill, people do.” This is true. And it is especially true in any population where a large percentage of people have been stomped down and not allowed to mature as they should have, like the poor in Appalachia or big cities like Detroit. People mature through work and caring for a family which gives them the goal of being productive members of society. When this pursuit is taken away from a people, their young suffer. So I wonder if that is the secret idea behind an America filled with guns.

Regardless, somehow God’s light or my concern did get through to the young man. I watched him hesitate just before throwing the gun into the huge trash container. After all, it was worth money, but he tossed it into the trash quickly, so as not to be able to change his mind. I believe that he will go back to church which could give him moral support. Church and prayer is something that large segments of the population know has great value. And though many watch their children out-grow such things as religion, we never know but that small influence of going when a child could help them in their future.