12/1/12
Much of what Jesus is teaching us today was predicted in the Old Testament long ago. I was watching that program on PBS Catholicism. The priest is great and often repeats statements from prophets of old. Not sure who said it but one of the prophets said that one day we would stand on God’s mountain and it would be higher than all the rest. This is what Jesus is teaching us today, to stand upon God’s holy mountain with people from all over the world gathered together in one unity. We each pray according to our own belief, we each view God’s wisdom through our own culture but we stand together in praise of God upon his highest mountain. Yet, there may be another mountain on the way. At the end of the Book of Revelation, God’s mountain (planet) will come to earth and God will lead the people. A time very far off? Jesus tells me that it is not as far off as I think. So I wonder, are the angels advanced scouts?
It is interesting that none of us who gather upon God’s mountain actually know what we are doing. We don’t have a plan or follow a ritual. What we are doing is hearing Jesus call and following it. We stand together and give our respect and love to God, however we define God. Then we try to share the great energy that has flowed into us by sharing it and spreading it around the world. All we really know is that we worship God and want everyone to find this same kind of faith. We leave it to our children to one day develop the ritual and words of praise as they stand upon God’s mountain. For now, it is enough that we dare to step away from our physical self and join our minds in unity.
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12/1/12
I was hoping that we could travel to a new planet this morning. I met Jesus at the well and then climbed up the side of a boulder strewn mountain top. I felt the rough rock beneath my hands and grabbed hold of tough grass to pull myself up to join with the others. We stood in a circle and called to many other people to join our prayer and worship of God. We gathered, spirit mixed in with spirit, soul with soul and lifted our heads to God and then bowed them again at the awesomeness of God’s power. I felt a great humility as I felt God without and within, like a soap bubble moved to encircle and then burst upon all of us. It was so grand we had to share this extra God energy with all the world, and did. But, as I stood there, atop this gorgeous mountain with green valley’s rolling away below, filled with God spirit, I knew that I wanted to stay on earth this day. I felt the need to absorb its beauty into my soul. Many other planets are beautiful, but only earth has it all. I kept this in mind as we walked over its surface spreading God’s energy.
We walked and rolled God-energy before us in waves as we walked. While doing this, each of us went to specific people or groups to share as much energy into them as we were able. I went to a young Asian girl and hugged her. I felt she needed a push to keep going. Next I went to other people until finally, I went to a young man in the middle East who was about to sacrifice himself by strapping a bomb on his body. I held on to him and the others joined me as we sent God energy into him.
“Go to school and then fix the world.” I whispered to him. “One day you will look upon this moment as one you will never forget.”
I believe he listened to us. Young people are so strong and idealistic. They have so much energy to use if they choose to change the world, but they must be turned in the right direction. I did ask myself if I had the right to interfere. We all agreed that we did have the right in this instance because it was a life-saving moment. Imagine how many smart intelligent people the world lost because they killed themselves for the wrong reason. Better to grow up and change what you don’t like. The harder way but more lasting.
We joined back upon the mountain when we were done. We nodded our thanks to each other before dispersing. I remembered the sights we had seen as we walked the earth, the ocean filled with boats lapping against the shore, the wide open spaces of grass land, the mountain ranges, and even the ribbon roads snaking between groups of homes was beautiful to me. Some days I can’t get over this awesome world God made for us.
I have a vase of dried weeds sitting on my table that I picked up from next to the sidewalk while walking my dog. I look at those simple weeds and my breath catches in my throat at this simple beauty. The tiny parts catch the gold from the sunlight shining through the window and the dull green of a few parts turns a vivid green. I tried to capture this with the camera. I couldn’t seem do it exactly right. If I were a good enough artist I might try to capture this beauty on canvas, but alas, I shy away from the attempt. It is enough that I notice these things where once I would have walked past unseeing. Now, I stop and gasp, my heart pounding, at the magnificence of our world.
12/5/12
I learned a great lesson this morning. Right after we met on the mountain, we walked into the sky-tunnel to travel to another planet. I had been reading about trees this morning so greatly admired the sky tunnel, which is made up of all the tree essence on earth. I rubbed my palm over the wavy, almost pulsing side as we walked up its length. At the edge, we paused for a moment looking into an abyss seemingly filled with shear curtains stirred by a breeze. We stepped off the edge into the curtains. Suddenly, we sank about 3 inches deep in white stuff, which was surprising because usually we don’t have any effect on the planets we visit. The substance looked white as snow but wasn’t cold or wet. It had a strange behavior that didn’t fit snow or sand. It spread outward like water waves but in slow motion. I think the white stuff was more like a powder than anything else I can think of. It made beautiful waves when we touched it, waves so slow we could watch them form.
I looked up and noticed that the sky was a bright, dark red. This seemed odd because the red wasn’t reflected in the white stuff, but then, neither is the blue of our sky unless it reflects in water. So I let the idea go. We looked at the horizon and saw trees then lifted ourselves up and floated over to them They were wonderfully strange trees. The trunks were smooth as a pole but much wider. I suddenly realized that it wasn’t a tree I was looking at but one of a thousand columns holding up winding avenues over our head. I could almost see through them so missed them at first. We stepped up onto one of the avenues. It wound around like strips of taffy as it curved around and up and down into hills and valleys. The sight of all these twirls made me feel dizzy, as if I was inside a kids tinker toy or erector creation. Yet, the trees did have leaves, of a sort.
Jesus told us that the manufactured leaves served the same purpose on this planet as on earth, to clean and refresh the air. But for who? I asked. We didn’t see any people, only miles and miles of pretzel roads and tall, leaved pillars.
“Obviously, this is a manufactured world. Did the builders construct it from scratch or from a planet.” I asked Jesus.
Jesus told us that they constructed it from their planet and gave us a vision of the inner core of the planet being used as a energy source. The people who had been here were long gone and their sun was slowly dying. Oddly enough, the city, or what ever it was, still vibrated.
“Yes, Jesus told us. “The machinery is still running. It is all kept in working order by machines made for that purpose.”
“So strange.”
Jesus said, “There are a lot of strange things in the universe. Some you can’t imagine as a human.”
Regardless, this planet didn’t feel good at all and we all agreed to leave.
When I stepped back onto our tree sky-tunnel, I was overwhelmed by the presence of aliveness and greenery. I took a deep breath of fresh air and felt as if I had escaped from a machine. I think the others felt the same way. We stood in a circle inside our spiritual tree’s wooden circumference for a seemingly long time, as if we were trying to breathe life back into our spiritual bodies.
Jesus suggested we go and take a quick look at a planet just the opposite of the first one we visited. As it turned out, it was a planet one teaming with life. As soon as we stepped onto the world, we stood on a moving conveyer belt, one of many, moving fast in every direction. There seemed to be layers of conveyer belts, not unlike the last world, but this one was covered in people. Hundreds of people rode the same belt as us, in the same place, but not one person noticed us.
Jesus told us that these people can’t recognize those of us made of spirit. He explained that they had over built their planet and re-engineered themselves so much that they can no longer even feel their own souls.
As we lifted up into the sky for a better look, we could see that the whole planet seemed to be one big city. I did see a few trees and flowers, but they were manicured arrangements and only took up small areas of the larger landscape, seemingly very scarce. I assumed they had areas of farming, but I wasn’t interested. I felt I was choking. It must have been from too many people because the planet’s sky was clear.
Each of us jumped back to our sky-tunnel once more with relief. I had a question for Jesus that I wanted answered. I believed it might have been on all of our minds, but I was the one who blurted the question out.
“Why didn’t you save the people on the first world? Or the people on the second world too?” I could see that they were doomed, although they may not have known it. “Why don’t the angels help them like they are helping us?”
Jesus didn’t answer for a while, which made me search out the answer for myself. I wondered if they were just a more stubborn people. Could be. I thought of other reasons why they were doomed and remembered other planets, disaster worlds that Jesus had shown me in the past. Finally, I found the answer as to why the earth can be saved and not these other places—Jesus was born on earth and this is where he grew to manhood.
Knowing my thoughts, Jesus added, “We can’t save every people or planet.”
I understood.
Jesus added, “The variation in the universe is astounding, filled with life as well as death. Death often brings life and life death.”
I got the impression that God planned this variety, that the universe, greater in size than most of us can imagine, is for God to use for His own purpose. Sort of God’s playground of potential.
So that is the great thing I learned this morning. We haven’t blown ourselves up yet, or over built, or followed other more disastrous roads because of Jesus intercession and love is meant to save us. We might have become like that second world we saw today without his intervention. Jesus will send the angels back into time to assist us. Many of those angels will be our far off descendents. We are a very fortunate people, our world is filled with great potential, so much so, that we are meant to spread through much of the galaxy one day.
12/7/12
Jesus showed me a vision that still astounds me. I asked him something about the future. Instead of answering, he put out his hand out and splayed his fingers. A bright, but soft light flowed out from between his fingers. I understood that this white curtain-like light was revealing different possible futures. The sight was so astounding, I forgot my question and still think that what ever it was, it wasn’t important. I feel like Jesus gave me an early birthday present. He usually does something grand as a gift to me for my birthday. This one was spectacular.
We have more than 280 million guns in this country.
More people are killed with guns than all the 20th
century wars.
12/21/12—This is what I put on Facebook yesterday:
Four million people belong to the
National Rifle Ass., but more than 300 million people live in the
A Bible quote, “If you live by the sword, you will die by the sword.”
Those babies didn’t know about swords or guns. It was up to us to protect them—We failed.
How to stop group murders: Easy. Get rid of assault rifles. Turn them all into slag or weld them together into a tall mountain. I wonder how tall would such a mountain reach?
We can’t get rid of all the crazies or mixed-up people. The only thing doable is to get rid of the assault rifles. Some people are actually suggesting that teachers carry guns. What is wrong with us? Certain members of congress don’t care if your children get killed in school or you while shopping, they only care that their own pockets get filled with profits from ammunition and weapons. They need to be kicked out of office.
Note: An assault rifle is not for hunting. It would tare into a the deer and make the meat or hide unusable.
The replies I got astounded me. Here are a few excuses: Guns don’t kill, people do—Control the crazy people, not the guns—We can’t get rid of guns because the criminals will still have theirs—Stalin outlawed guns and then proceeded to get rid of half the people.
I truly thought most people would want to see assault weapons banned. They have no value except to fight a war. As far as using them against our own government run-amok, they would be useless against its bigger weapons. I just learned from the news that many people have voted on the President’s page that they want assault rifles banned. I intend to find that page and add my vote with the rest of the more sensible people.
12/21/12
During our
walk this morning, I came upon a women in
I don’t know where her children were or why she was so distraught. We all break down at times and need a lifting hand and she is sitting in a bare room, surrounded by stone in the middle of a war zone. I wished her well as I left, but I think she will be ok.
For my part, I wondered if what I told her was true. I hoped she hadn’t heard me, but surly it must be true, surly that hated war will soon finish. I thought of the angels and hoped they could help the women somehow. They can’t fight or encourage fighting, but they can soothe souls. That is the most that anyone can do right now in this place. I went to a few other people this morning but no one touched me so much as that sad women who finally lifted her head in strength.
12/23/12
Every prayer is needed. This is what Jesus said. I was thinking of how a lot of people say prayers full of words they don’t even think about, prayers that someone else wrote, or prayers that are hurried and jumbled.
With a firm tone in his voice, Jesus said, “All prayers are needed.”
I was given to understand that from the least sincere to the most fervent, from the long wordy prayers to talks and visits with Jesus, all of it is important and needed on this dark earth at this time. This goes for prayers from every sector of the globe and every religion. All are valuable because they dig through the murkiness that we live in by injecting a bit more of God into the world, and pleasant thoughts. Every atom of light is needed; prayer is light. This is why Jesus told us to shine our light. He knew how the darkness would try to take over the world at times, how it would attempt to plow people beneath its might and chew them up in its maw of teeth. So every bit of prayer has the function of pushing back against what would consume us.
At first thought, it seems easy to divide the world. God is life giving and life-saving. What doesn’t give life is the opposite of God. Seems simple enough, but it isn’t always. If we list the things that destroy life, like abortion and war we come up against conflicts. Even I agree that we needed to fight WWII. Ultimately, that war turned out to be life enhancing. Did that make it right? I don’t know.
Mary’s statue crying 
When we gathered on the mountain this morning, we stepped up to the Cathedral of Light. I realize now that it is like Plato’s pure forms. In it everything we see is in a state of ultra-perfection. It is a level beyond what exists even in prayer. I think it exists between angel world and our own, a place unreachable except with a mind in love.
Love is what we find there. We saw Jesus mother, Mary, the Queen of Heaven, standing amid many rose bushes blooming in every color of the rainbow. She stood in front of a long twisting line of petitioners. So many, I could hardly see Mary at all. She seemed blurred by the light, but I saw her hand reach out and give a rose to a person.
I thought about how tiring it must be for her.
“She loves it.” Jesus, who standing to my right suddenly said.
I felt pleased at his statement because I could sense that it was true. Mary truly does love helping people. I believe she answers every prayer. Perhaps not so we notice, but every one who asks Mary for help gets a touch of love in their soul, a larger sense of peace in their mind, and often the solution they need. Mary is able to penetrate this dark world like no one else because her love for us is so grand it reaches beyond our mere understanding. All of us standing there in the Cathedral of Light with Jesus nodded at this awareness of Mary’s love for each and every person on earth. No matter what religion a person follows, the myth of a beautiful women baring great love, has penetrated into it.
12/29/12
As soon as I met with Jesus he said he wanted to take me someplace. The three of us stood with Jesus beneath the sky tree and entered the trunk. We walked the length of the sky tunnel and then stood at the edge waiting for Jesus to take the first step.
When he did, and we followed, I felt uncertain that we had because the ground wasn’t solid. It was an nebulous eddy of dull rainbow stuff mixed into gray fog. The stuff actually swirled around our bodies, seemingly trying to climb up to our waists. Regardless, we kept taking steps even though there was nothing to step on or wrap our minds around.
Then I saw forms all around us. I can’t say forms because they were more like gray outlines, millions of them. And all those millions were bowing down to Jesus pleading and begging for forgiveness. This kept happening as we moved forward, a million outlines replaced by a million more that also scattered as we walked. I did see a few spots of almost something, like a red blob but when I moved closer it too dissolved into a gray-pink mist. The forms whispered with almost silent voices as they all called out to Jesus.
Some rainbow swirls were nice looking but it was very disorientating to have no direction of up or down or sideways. We used Jesus as our focus because other than his form there was nothing to grasp as real, all was gray mist swirling around outlined forms whose combined voices swished in our ears that seemed filled with cotton.
We didn’t ask Jesus about the place until after we thankfully left and then Jesus would not answer our many questions.
He told us that we had visited lost souls, and would say nothing more.
Now we are left to wonder why they are lost and what they did in life to become that way. I didn’t sense evil or hate only souls in woe and unsettled by having nothing to grab hold of, as if their purpose was to stray in blank grayness forever. I shudder at such a fate and hope it is temporary.
Then I began to wonder if these souls are in fact tethered to bodies walking and living upon the earth. We always assume that our souls are with our bodies, but what if this isn’t true for everyone? Could those souls have been depressed, feeling worthless and discarded? If so, their situation is fixable and their future filled with hope because we have a simple solution. Get out and help someone. That is the start, the way to lift the shadow off your shoulders and move on.
I have also seen images of barely visible souls actually chained inside a cave. This frightened me so badly, I couldn’t bare to know more. I still have no idea of the what or who I saw. I try not to think about it and pray that there is no truth to it. I am visually orientated so often think in pictures. I will never forget the image Jesus gave me a few days before my birthday. I keep seeing Jesus walk forward, stop, turn halfway towards me and pause at my silly question about the future. That was when he put his hand out and spread his fingers. I saw such a display of futures that it boggled my mind. The vision is very beautiful, present tense because it still fills me with wonder. Another image I can’t forget is the image of “Everything” that Jesus showed me about a year ago. What he called “Everything” was a small round, rough ball that had depth like a marble but became the whole universe when we entered.
On the lost souls we viewed today, perhaps Jesus will give us more information at another time. He must have a good reason for taking us on this visit. I think he wanted me to write about the place of gray fog and lost souls. It is a message and perhaps only those who are headed in that direction can understand what Jesus is saying.
Note-Did you ever notice how fresh the air smells right after a large snowfall and how quiet the surrounding area becomes, as if there was a hush upon the land, a pause, a time to regroup and pull it together.