4/15/18

I am still that tiny ant walking hither and throw, here and there, around this obstacle and that, not always on the right path, but I keep going. This is what Jesus and the angels advise me to do. Good advice, so I continue chomping forward over rough ground. I thrive in spite of the many attempts to put me down. Years ago, a doctor asked me why I was still alive. He said, “Why didn’t you die?” I have never forgotten his resentment at my aliveness, but I did forget his name. He wasn’t worth remembering.

What I do wonder at times, is why? Surly, I must be here for some special reason, but what? I certainly haven’t done anything grand so far. I ask heaven but get only silence in return. Even though God took the trouble to call me to stand before him once, I still am not completely sure as to why. Ah, questions aplenty. Yet, it may be that I keep asking the wrong ones.  People tend to do that when it comes to God and religion.

Well, I know what to do and that is to hold back on my impatience and keep plowing that trough, (So Jesus can put in the seeds. Ha I feel poetic today.)

Speaking of Jesus, he came to sit beside me in church on Palm Sunday. He arrived as a spirit before the sermon and left just before communion. I felt pleased and didn’t ask him why, but I did imagine a number of reasons. I thought the biggest one was because I dread celebrating his death on a cross so vividly every Good Friday. I understand the need for us to keep Jesus death foremost, but it bothers me greatly. Yet, I watched Jesus Christ Super Star on Channel 4 the other week and got through it ok. I love the music and stage production.

Perhaps another reason for Jesus’ visit was to assure me that he approves of what I am doing, especially my book. The angels gave me hints for many years about their life and how they go about their work. I included some of those hints in my latest book. Otto:  Angel Detective. I think angels want people to read my book, and that any mode that spreads goodness and light is welcome.

One more reason, that Jesus may have visited me, one I would prefer to forget, was that visit from another spirit in church two weeks before. This spirit laughed at me. I didn’t know why at the time, but now I do. It was because my book got messed up somehow and I published it. Just lately, I fixed all the errors in the book and published it again. I think Jesus chose to visit to undo that other visit by the unnamed person.

As for remembering God’s light and the rose in my center, I haven’t done so well. I always remember it during meditation and often during mass, but not all day like I hoped. I guess walking around in a meditative stance doesn’t work for me. So I began to meditate both morning and night, at Jesus request during Lent. This works better for me. I still try to spread light around my city and country, and try to shove the bad spirits back into their well.  I can’t always tell if it works, but so what. Can’t accomplish anything unless we give it a good try.

I was thinking during church today about how different religious practice and habits seem today compared to 20 or 30 years ago. Back then it seemed that most of the church habits were common and done by rote. Routine filled everyone’s Sundays and you could be almost sure that most people around you agreed with the Christian faith. Not so today, but I think that is a good thing. We need to think more about what we are doing, we can no longer just accept that everyone feels like we do. Also we need to include different people with various life styles within our sphere of religious belief. I think it all works out fine, or will because Jesus keeps calling people to himself. Each generation needs to learn anew what Jesus was about and where they should going. Our young people seem to have different ideas than we did but they also seem to be more open and inclusive. I like their choices and hope they don’t give up.

I love this Indian story:

An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. “A fight is going on inside me,” he said to the boy.

“It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil – he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.”

He continued, “The other is good – he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you – and inside every other person, too.”

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf will win?”

The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”

April 22, 2018

Like most people, I have ups and downs. What is interesting about this is that it is usually during my down periods that I learn the most. I was sitting in church feeling down this morning because nothing I do seems to fit exactly right. I began wondering what was wrong with me. After a short time, I began to realize that in regards to my art and writing, nothing is wrong. It is just that I tend to push against boundaries and into the future. It helped that I saw a person in church this morning who looked something like the main character in my latest book. It was as if my half angel had come to church and was standing and kneeling in the pew in front of me. (Sent by Jesus?) It was a nice touch and seemed to confirm my diagnosis for the future.

What I realized was that my art, whether writing or painting or describing my travels in the universe all push against the envelope. My art, in whatever form, can tend to make the reader or viewer slightly uneasy because it is not considered normal by today’s standards. Actually, this is not a bad goal for any artist, no matter what comes of it.

In regards to my novels, they always seem to describe what will be considered normal tomorrow. My novel, Paradise Rebooted, is about a schizophrenic quantum computer, human built, of course. So we wind up with a being that feels no pain, thinks it is God and sets out to improve on the human race. The other half, empathic and caring, joins the angels in the fight against evil. My latest novel, Otto: Angel Detective, has as its main character a man/women of good character who can choose whether to define the self as a man or women. He joins up with a real detective in today’s world to help find missing children, while solving a few problems from his own time. He is only a half angel because he is the first person who learns how to transport his physical body into the past. Well, enough with self-advertising.

April 28, 2018

What is truly more important than myself, is that when we gathered upon the mountain this morning, hundreds of people followed up the mountain. Angels came from now and the future to join in the gathering. There we stood, seemingly hundreds of us, all in a circle holding hands. Our circle of spiritual hands seemed to make a place for the sun to set down. The light from God was so intense the rays penetrated my whole body as a giant globe absorbed into us. I wish everyone would join us atop the mountain and share in this experience. It was truly awesome.

After this, we each stepped down off the mountain to our own nations. We spread intense light wherever we walked. I came back to Detroit and spend a minute or two with a mother who seemed distraught at life. I also spent some time with a family group, home alone because their mother was working. I went to a young man of about twenty and eased his anger. As I sent out God’s light, I felt it swirl out and away from my body to penetrate souls. Perhaps, I helped a few extra people feel like smiling this morning as God fed their souls.

I meant to put this photo on weeks ago, but forgot it was on my phone. Took me a while to figure out how to get it from my phone to the computer, but finally I did. I really love the water fountain that sits in front of the alter at Sacred Heart Church. As we pray on Sundays, we can hear the water trickle over its rim.

Jesus seemed to have a special affinity for water. I think he knew the many special properties of water that scientists are only now discovering. The most beautiful is that water has memory. So when the priest blesses the water, that water retains that blessing, not only in a spiritual way, but in a scientific way. Amazing.

I think this is a link to the effect of certain words on water

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EIOx7i7MkY8&list=PLRNnrPhPyhJDdVFXO71CQ0lvz6lmLtRj2