Digital Disciple of Jesus Christ reporting for duty… Sir!!!!

Don Bosco is one of my favs (saint that is) … he would dress up like a clown to get the attention of the children… he would walk on a “high wire” for the same reason … to capture the attention … so the person would look his way … then Don Bosco could “God speak” to them …

I pretty much do the same thing but I am a “digital disciple of Jesus’” I do my clown act online …

A couple of things stand out to me with Don Bosco... His vision/ dream of the pillars or columns one a pillar with the Eucharist on it and the other pillar with the Virgin Mary on it … we are in the ship that sails between these pillars … 

some times during Mass … when the Host is consecrated and I hear the ringing of the bell from the altar … sometimes mentally I hear the Naval Bosun call … Captain on Deck 

 see YouTube below

Yep that is when the “Captain” is on Deck … Captain Jesus is now truly present … my soul stands at attention offers a stiff salute and says … Sir, yes, Sir … digital disciple reporting for duty Sir!

Don Bosco had an “angel dog” … a large grey dog that would appear to Don Bosco on occasions … …the dog protected Don Bosco He asked for neither food nor shelter, was savage as a wolf against an enemy, but gentle as a lamb with the boys of the Oratory, and whom St. John “Don” Bosco gave the name of Grigio -“the grey one.”

I once saw an “angel dog” … I was walking in the woods (Garret Mountain in Paterson), which is not the safest place at times, especially if you are a woman and you are waking alone … but I love to walk … it was early morning and I wanted to walk the entire park, to loop around the park on foot is about 4 miles or so … a nice walk …

No one was in the park at this time and I used the paths into the most wooded areas … when to my right I saw a large red dog … I mean he was big … like a super-sized Irish setter… he was staring at me … I do not have a fear of animals, yet I allow them to approach me first and I do not make any sudden moves … the dog walked near me and wagged his tail …

 I spoke to him and said “hi boy where is your owner”, for no one could be seen… the dog then just walked in front of me and I somehow “knew” I was to follow him … so there I was in the woods all alone following a big red dog … I started to call him “Red” …

 now if I stopped following him and tried to go on another path Red would turn around “growl a bit and push me to follow him”… then I said … “ok Red I will follow you” … 

Red and I walked this way for about an hour … until Red led me back to where my car was parked and he waited until I got into my car and drove away … when I looked into my rear view mirror to see Red as I drove away … the dog was gone …

 you might be thinking I should have put the dog in my car and/or tried to find the dog’s owner (he did not have a collar on)  … Red would not get into my car and Red looked well cared for and looked like he knew the area very well … so I thought he will be ok …    

In Garret Mountain this is an area called “the Crow’s Nest” and in that area there have been Satanic cults and voodoo practitioners in the past and you can still see demonic symbols sprayed painted there and you can also see blood stains for there have been animal sacrifices up there … 

Now covens of Satan worshipers or witches form a circle and they dedicate the area to evil … Red would not let me walk anywhere near that area … that is when he would growl and push me onto a different path … as if Red saw something evil that I could not see and he walked me away from it …

That is what our guardian angels do for us … they walk along side of us … to protect us and keep us safe … hey maybe “Red” was my guardian angel … wow if Red is my guardian angel I need to buy a lot of dog food … that guy is big!!!!   

White man’s God

This story is from 2009, while traveling on Amtrak ...

I spoke to my spiritual director  about this in the past that Jesus appeared to me as a “Black Man” and other races and he spoke to me about how some people think he is a white man’s God or a Black man’s God… when he is a God of all a one true God.

Returning home from VA a Black woman sat next to me on the train her name is Pat Hill, she is a Black woman and through her I learned truly what Jesus was telling me about being a God for all. 

Pat’s story of faith as a Black woman in the Catholic Church that called her the “colored girl”… 

When Pat was young she said she can still remember how she being the only Black kid in a white Catholic school and the nun called her the “colored girl”… 

Pat said as a kid that so upset her she thought God thought of her only as the “colored kid”… because this nun called her that and to her the nun was like God… 

The church needs to realize that there is real pain in the world that was placed upon people by the church or representatives of the church such as this nun, this is but one story of many that I have heard of people away from the church now because of these experiences…

 So Pat and I spoke for about an hour or more and I took her phone number and asked her to come on a radio show with me someday to talk about her hurts and how she raised 5 kids alone in the ghetto, 5 amazing kids, (lawyer, secret service agent, diplomat, teacher and business owner)…. 

And we will talk about coming back to the church, that even though it messed up in the past it is still the place of hope and faith….

I never did speak to Pat Hill after this encounter, I accidental lost her contact info  .. but a woman of God she is ... graced and blessed ... what an honor and grace it was for me to have met her and talked with her on the train... 

I do not believe God is of color but love ... but I have to say ... I secretly would like Jesus to appear as a Black man to all of those who have hate for other races in their hearts ... and say "Hi my name is Jesus Christ, I am the one who saved your sorry ass"... 

Mystical Travel and summer vacation

It is summer, the time many take vacations they “travel” to places far and near. I have no interest in travel as in “worldly travel”… I like visiting higher realms of existence, the kind you find in deep meditation/ prayer … it is easy and cheap to travel there... You do not have to book a ticket or hotel room, hey you do not even have to leave your house… this “foreign land” is located inside of yourself … once you have been there it becomes your favorite destination and all other vacation spots on this planet deem and seem so trivial.

When I travel into this foreign land called the mystical, I am finding that I am starting to think the language that is there as well

Like all travelers who buy and bring back a Souvenir from their trip … I have brought back such from my trips to the Mystical, these are the things I have brought back from my travels there inner peace, awareness of self of soul …

Here are some of the things I have seen in this foreign land called the Mystical

1)    We struggle in our own realities that has nothing to do with truth… truth lives whether or not it is in individual reality or not… truth is not subject, to our definition of it or our belief in it.

2)    We all live in a land of smoke and mirrors defining ourselves in a manner; which cannot survive in this foreign land I visit… such as the super educated here on earth they will see in this foreign land they know nothing, they being equal to a baby in a cradle in true knowledge.

3)    The wealthy here on earth, will see they are poor for this foreign land’s currency is not gold or silver it is love.

Here are some of the things I learned from my travels to this Mystical place...

 It is much easier to die for Christ then to walk on this planet and live for him

It is much easier to be a hermit and pray all day then to be in this world, and have your life a walking, talking prayer a witness to mankind in just being.

Every day is harder than extra-ordinary days…

Love is harder in the routine of everyday

It is such a nice place to visit. I am so glad a guy named Jesus Christ said he is preparing a room for me to stay there for all eternity … Hey …  He is preparing one for you as well … it is in his Father’s House … just beautiful place to be … the facilities are out of this world!  They even have a Banquet table there …for the feast of the Lamb

  

 

Anne Rice & If moonlight is really sunlight reflecting off of it... Why doesn’t it kill vampires?

 … my thoughts turn to vampires … but wait first my thoughts turn to Anne Rice …

Years ago she and I would email each other … very gracious lady to have done this with me … I was searching for “voice” in writing and her advice … just tell a story in a fashion that is you, she said … people will either find you fascinating or walk away … just keep writing don’t let opinion stop you …  

Anne Rice likes to write about Vampires … but there was a pause in her writing on this topic and she began to write about Angels (circa 2009, around the time I was emailing with her) …. Anne Rice returns to the mesmerizing storytelling that has captivated readers for more than three decades in a tale of unceasing suspense set in time past—a metaphysical thriller about angels and assassins.

I asked Anne in my email … your angel series “reads like Catholic Sci-fi”...And then I asked are you a Catholic and Anne said she was a Catholic for a long time and then left the Church for the amount of judging that went on and the corruption  …

So I asked Anne … why write in a “catholic metaphysical” style … and I was impressed that Anne Rice gave me a blunt answer … she said… She “tried” coming back to the Catholic Church but it only lasted for a short period of time for the Catholic Church disappointed her even more upon her return, for the level of judgment they placed on gay people and divorced people… and everyone else who did not follow their rules  … 

So I asked her “do you believe in God”… Anne said yes but he is so much bigger than what the church tells us He is and so much more loving and forgiving …  

WOW!!! I am loving Anne Rice’s philosophy …

It was a personal honor to have been able to email her and have her respond to me … she is a giant in a genre ….  Anne Rice being an American author of Gothic fiction, Christian literature, and erotic literature. She is perhaps best known for her series of novels, The Vampire Chronicles …

Anne Rice on some level reminds me of Jesus … for she took the time to reach down from her lofty  literary throne to speak to me (a no name trying to write) and give me advise … she may have left the Church but the presence of God never left her … what a kind and gentle lady …   

So although it is not “my thing” one Halloween I decide to wrote a story about a Vampire … and this little eBook will always  remind me of the kindness Anne Rice showed to me ..

And I included "bite me" on the book jacket as a reference to the Church judging others while they live in sin themselves ... 

Christmas in July

It is the thing to do ... push Christmas in July ... sell online have "July Back Fridays" sales in July instead of the Friday after Thanksgiving .. the home shopping channels also are running their Christmas specials ... get as much money as you can out of the consumers ... make Christmas a 7 month buying spree!!!! 

Well I decided to tell a "Christmas story" in July ....

“Caribbean Christmas”

(December 25, 2009)

I do love music all music… one of my favorite Christmas CD’s is titled…”Caribbean Christmas”… yes the sounds of steel drums, playing traditional songs of the Season in a less then traditional way, I think is cool, reminding me of the time I spend in Jamaica… with the people of God who wear dread locks and dance around to the sound of steel drums…  I flip on this CD and dance around myself… very up lifting, joyful music, I play it many times prior to a radio broadcast to get my “spirits up” to meet God’s people via the air waves with the personal presence of joy within.

Although I did not spend Christmas in the Caribbean but in VA, I was “blessed with its presence”…  I call it a blessing yet when written about I am sure there will be many that will say, okay this seals it this woman is not and was never “touched by God”.

Christmas with my daughter and her family…. a delightful son-in-law and two granddaughters… I was treated to the “pink treatment” (my granddaughters call me grandma Pink) … I was treated to girlie things, such as high tea @ a fancy Hotel in DC and a walk through the Botanical Gardens. My daughter suggesting we go to Midnight Mass as we did when she was small and as I raised her as a single parent. Going on to say, mom I will take you for a drink prior to Mass @ a place in Georgetown and then we will go over to Holy Trinity in Georgetown… (The church she was married in)…

Since we only were there for a drink prior to Mass we sat at the bar… talking for sometime about what was going on in my daughter’s life and our past family history… As I talk to all people and jump right into conversation with anyone and everyone… I found myself starting to talk to those around us… soon… my “drink” before me was starting to be refilled by a bar tender who said, my daughter and I were being taken care of… To add to this a few men came up to us and started to engage in conversation…

To make a very long story as short as I can, it ended up where I received the names, addresses, phone numbers and email of a couple of men @ the bar… One who had his own radio show, which I might consider being a guest on…

The man was Black and his radio show was for the Caribbean Islands… Which of course made me think of the Christmas CD I play and the radio show I do… and I thought nice sense of humor you have Jesus, this Black man and the two White men, reminding me of the Three Kings. … It seems I think God and the Lord in all situations for I was amused by all of this… 

Upon leaving the bar and walking in Georgetown to the church, my daughter said, mom Demi Moore has nothing on you, you just got picked up by three really good looking guys in their late 20’s… she went on to say, so you going to share this one mom, with "your confessor"… I told her no, I think I will just write about it and whoever reads it, reads it … I do not know what God has in store for me but if he should have something unusual planned,  I want people to know he was working with “everyone here on earth” as to give others hope to others.  And that is what Christmas is all about God’s coming to us all, bar none… and with me on this Christmas Eve that was figuratively and literally a “bar” none…

Mass was beautiful but I did miss OLM and the little Chapel in the woods…

Oh I did sing more at that Mass ... the booze helped me carry a tune, but I was a bit sleepy ...

 To end the evening on a note of “Mary Jo” remember your Savior and do not stray to far…

 my daughter asked me the following… “Mom did I ever show you the stairs where the final scene of the Exorcist was filmed”… I had not… so I was “treated to this scene”… as I have seen the movie,  I remembered the priest being killed in the end by the demon and I remembered the staircase, now I was looking at it in person … So yes, I will go now and try to sin no more…

 But I will not count on being that lofty and I will go to confession… once again, probably 70 times 70 times again or more. ... And I member on this Christmas Eve as I stare at the stairs where the fictional priest in the movie the Exorcist met his demise...

And this is why Jesus Christ was born to take on those demons and he won! We are saved !!! .Merry Christmas in July and to all and to all a good "life" ...   

Happy Feast Day Mary Magdalene

After posting the story below ... I went to daily Mass  there as a visiting  priest,  who said Mass... This priest  had awesome comments about Mary Magdalene !!! What a gift to hear such and may God Bless the priest who said Mass this morning ... please fill your Church with such enlightened souls  dear God... It gives me hope to see such a man of God ...  

I really do find Mary Magdalene to be a very interesting person in the historical life of Jesus… For many reasons stemming from my firm belief that Jesus did love her “more” it is hinted at in the Cannon. If not by words but by shear presence, and her always being named “first” as to the women that followed him and also to the fact that there does appear to have been a “smear campaign” against her by the church until the year 1968 when an apology was given to her. (by John Paul II)  Yet this “apology” is really not made known to the faithful and at the time of lent and the Easter season she is still unfortunately thought of as being a “prostitute”…

 I remember when my daughters were young and were part of  the living Stations of the Cross during lent, Mary M was still cast as the “bad girl” and this was well past 1968. Also all the films about Jesus’ life portray her as the “bad girl”…. Makes me thing if Jesus did really love her “more” what an insult to him, by doing this to the woman he loved… I have to then conclude he is not a fan of such tactics used against her.

As I have stated in an earlier writing, my thoughts, my process of getting to “truth” as mankind presents it… I challenge what I believe to be true to make me think, pray and reflect… Then the final outcome is one based not upon ignorance of the subject, but choice. I do not believe the laity was ever given the truth about Mary Magdalene .. I believe she is a lot more powerful in the dynamics of Jesus Christ than we are told ...

 … I cannot formulate anyone’s faith or deepen what they have that is their job on earth … I can only express that which, has been given to me… I quote something Gandhi said as an example… when a woman brought her daughter to him about a “bad habit she had”… Gandhi said to the mother come back in three weeks and then I will speak to her… The woman did so Gandhi spoke to the girl and gave her the perfect answer… with that the mother said, why did you make us wait three weeks to answer us… Gandhi responded, because when you told me of the problem I knew I had the same one, so I needed the time to work it out for myself before I spoke to your daughter…

 As a member of the laity, there seems to be an “uncomfortable” projection from the hierarchy towards the faithful. They seem to be threatened at times and rendered defensive about any member of laity who publicly stretches their theological or philosophic thoughts in regards to “Catholic thinking”…

As I mentioned in a prior writing,  I believe there will be a Vatican III ... there has to be ...

Those who cling to pre-Vatican II ,  show to much rigidity
Those who cling to Vatican II have opened the doors to be too flippant towards the faith (anything goes)  ...

There has to be a middle ground or the Church will be 2 Churches  instead of one ... or worse the Church will be thousands of Churches with each Bishop being the "Pope" in his diocese and the absolute worst scenario is that every parish becomes a separate entity and the Pastor is the Pope ... that is how divided the Church is right now  ... it is in total chaos ... and it might have to be destroyed to be "born again" ... and maybe that is what Jesus Christ meant when he said the gates of hell will not prevail against her ... Christ did not say "she will not be destroyed"... he said, destruction will  not prevail ... maybe she needs to die to live forever ... but maybe if the hierarchy would just die to its own power, scandal and greed on earth ... the Church could live ...
   
I will end this Blog post as I began with Mary Magdalene ...

In 591, Pope Gregory the Great stated that all three women who followed Jesus in the Bible were in fact one woman, Mary Magdalene, and this is how she became labeled as a prostitute, or the unnamed sinner. However the Second Vatican Council removed the prostitute label in 1969 after much debate and Biblical evidence that there was more than one Mary and that Mary of Magdalene and the unnamed sinner were two different figures.

Ugh I can go on and on about the above Pope (who was not so great)  Misogynistic in thinking  … oh wait they all were / are … ah I long for the days of Jesus Christ on earth the first and true “women’s right’s s rights dude” no wait humanity’s rights …  Jesus did not first check your genitals before he spoke to you or allowed you to speak  or give you are a position of authority within His ministry … no just the hierarchy does that … and the shade and trash talk about Mary Magdalene carries on to this day … 

even in parishes where I know the Pastor is “enlightened”… 

I attended a Mass recently and the pastor spoke of Mary Magdalene being a “sinner”… cut me a break … stop the lies about this woman of high grace  and tell the truth … even John Paul II labeled her the “Apostle to the Apostles … ugh … will it ever cease … stop throwing shade and lies on this Holy Woman… to whom Jesus loved the most   ….

 

Come play with me ...

My grandsons have a playroom filled with toys; FAO Schwartz has nothing on them… 

I sometimes call the 3 year old “Richie Rich” for all the toys he has. This playroom is located on the lower level of the house and it is only used as a playroom.

 The main living area is on the two upper levels of the home… When I am there my three yr old grandson will always ask me to “come down with him” which, in 3 yr old speak,  means go into the playroom with him and play with him…

 I admit there are times that I would prefer to sit in the kitchen and have a cup of coffee instead of being surrounded by cars, robots, trucks, video gear and etc… so I will say to my grandson, “you have so many things to play with in your playroom just go down there an play with something”….

 My grandson will say to me, “no, I need you to play with me”… So I will take my cup of coffee and sit on the floor, with him in the playroom and I become a character in the scenario he is currently playing out… This means I can become anything from a race car driver to a super hero…

Yes, my grandson is happiest not with all his toys but with the person who enters into his world and “plays with him”…

Of course since I am always thinking of Jesus, as I thought of my grandson and his need to have someone in “his world”… 

I thought this is what Jesus was trying to convey to me with his asking me to “sit with him”… He was inviting me into his playroom for lack of better words, “his world” for although he be the Creator and Master of all, he still seeks for someone to just “be with him” for he too is like “Richie Rich” but on a cosmic scale and although he is surrounded by the magnitude of his own creation, without someone to share it with it is empty…

 And then I thought how human is that and of course he would think that way as being fully human as well as being God… Things are just things without someone to share it with no matter how many things you have or the “greatness of them”, they are without meaning unless they be shared…

So as I sit in the playroom located in my grandsons home, I also look for the time I “play with Jesus” in whatever scenario he calls me to be in with him… for as he thinks so do I, nothing is worth more then just the time spent with Him no matter the “toy” in life or even the Cosmos, nothing compares to just being with Jesus…

Stranger things … a popular Amazon series

I could be on an episode or maybe not … there is way too much competition in the world today for weird shit … and especially if I mention God … “God forbid I mention God” … that is micro aggression word to many now a days … a word used to bully others some say … of what the heck … I will say and write it here anyhow … I BELIEVE IN GOD!!!  IN GOD I TRUST!

But hey I will talk “Stranger things” anyhow … to totally drive the uptight religious type up a wall … to them I say … dude “chillax” … think outside the box … God is so much more than you can imagine …

Let’s talk Da Vinci code … you know the story where Jesus fathered kids on earth … and started a “blood line” here on earth … ah how romantic … Jesus and his kids … sweet … hey it might be true who knows …??? … maybe there is some info on this subject matter in the Vatican archives … if that be the case … we will never know … the church prefers to keep Jesus “single and pro-men, not allowing women into positions of power”   … I know that is your rap song in the hierarchy … and it has been for the last 1500 years … NO WOMEN… JESUS SINGLE … 

On to my Stranger things “thinking”… we have seen in our modern world “hybrid plants and even hybrid animals”… this is done via DNA … the mixing of said, from one species to another to form a “new species” a hybrid … we think we are so smart … yet God is way smarter than us

OK back to Jesus … he was on a mission from His Father “to bring the kids back home” (that would be us) … Now Adam and Eve messed with us kids spiritually and in my opinion DNA wise as well …

The Father did not send Jesus here to establish a race/ kingdom upon earth (Jesus clearly stated this to Pilate) … his mission was to bring the kids’ home …

I do not think Jesus had “interest in fathering human children” not in the singular child of a woman but in the giving of his DNA and Divinity through the blood he spilt. … Like the modern day scientists do they share DNA from one organism to another’s to make a “hybrid”…

Mystically speaking when we “have union” with Jesus in Eucharist we are forming a child with him, his DNA, his divinity and ours combine to form a new creation, that of a sanctified child of God, a person with the justification of Jesus Christ in them.

 As with every conceived child there are dominate genes and recessive ones as to what the child will look like and become.

A “union” with Jesus Christ in the Eucharist forms a “perfect child” for his “genes/DNA as the Son of God/Man are dominate”. 

This belief of mine stems from the deep and absolute truth that Jesus Christ himself is present in the consecrated host not just in “spirit” but also in real flesh… that both his human DNA and his divinity are within the Host and on some level it is transforming us into a new creation…  We are become a spiritual hybrid … or as Jesus said it “we have been born again” through him … (and the Holy Spirit)  ... 

 it is dangerous for you ... you might become "opened minded" and the hierarchy of the Church hates that in a person ... they only want you to think about what they tell you to think about ... so do not be a "sinner in their eyes" and read something that might make you think independently and expand your thoughts on the nature of God and all his majesty, which includes "other life forms"... 

hey you want to read about some weird shit, the Church approves, read Thomas Aquinas and how he speculated about how many angels can fit and even dance on the top of a pin (???)  Whatever ...

 but God forbid you should read a "lay person's pondering" and to make it worse the "lay person is a woman"... shut up and get back into the kitchen, woman, I say! 

I am warning you if you click the above link ... you will enter into the Twilight Zone ...

Weakness of integrity of values and belief and my "Atomic Blonde Temper"

I can and do rip into people big-time, for their violent defense of their own religion (even within my own religion) , academics, philosophy, psychology, etc… I tell them … “if you have to kill in the name of God , you do not know God, if you have to brag you are educated, or make reference to it you are not, if you have to push your philosophy on me you are weak in your belief of it  …”

people can throw me off track like this … so how solid can my own personal value and belief system be ????? … if it can be shaken, by another human being or even all humanity …in science a “stable compound” is just that stable it will not exploded under any circumstance …  I can emotionally exploded, as does everyone in life when challenged in a fashion that pushes their buttons  …  

I must say … I do not explode fast… but when I do it is with clear vengeance (awful but true) I will rip you to shreds    … I will remember and wait a lifetime to even the score if need be, no human tribe or culture has anything on me when they pass down generational grudges … I would like to say this is not true anymore … but I think it still is and under the right condition, it would surface ... my body, brain and emotions are still enduring great trauma and stress from the past and in the now ... This is what makes spirituality such a challenge  to everyone ... we all have such personal baggage in life and one needs to unpack it before you can truly enter into deep relationship with God ... some people have small suitcases to unpack ... some have trunks of junk! I have a whole moving van of shit to unpack ...  

But I know a really good therapist  ... it is Dr. J. Christ, he is a specialists in all types of anguish, pain and trauma ... His office is always open, no need to have an appointment, walks in welcomed and guess what it is free!!!!    

Metaphysics and philosophy … of how I love to think about (everything) body and soul

The secretory activity of the pineal gland is only partially understood. Historically, its location deep in the brain suggested to philosophers that it possessed particular importance. This combination led to its being a "mystery" gland with myth, superstition and occult theories surrounding its perceived functions.

 Rene Descartes who dedicated much time to the study of the pineal gland, called it the "principal seat of the soul". He believed that it was the point of connection between the intellect and the body. Descartes attached significance to the gland because he believed it to be the only section of the brain which existed as a single part, rather than one half of a pair. He argued that because a person can never have "more than one thought at a time," external stimuli must be united within the brain before being considered by the soul, and he considered the pineal gland to be situated in "the most suitable possible place for this purpose," located centrally in the brain and surrounded by branches of the carotid arteries  

In the physical body, your eyes look outward - though it views objects upside down.
It next sends the message of what it observes...  to the brain, which interprets the
image and makes it appear right side up to us.

The pineal gland according to “metaphysical folks” is the third eye… this “eye” looks inward …

A true mystic looks inward as well … they shut out stimulus, from the outside world … they still the mind and go deeper and deeper into self … until they get to that “zero point energy space” … there is complete stillness here … not a sound … not a thought … there is peace here … then joy enters into this space… then warmth and love comes into the space …then light … a bright white light (yet it does not hurt the eyes) and then “presence enters in” the presence of God  …
And this is absolute truth … if you do this in front of the tabernacle … the presence of God within and around you comes faster … that grace is coming directly from the Tabernacle... It is truth God is everywhere …yet in the Eucharist there is uniqueness and singularity… found in no other place (except that place called heaven)    
 

Flow or stream of consciousness …

The 5 Books (given to Moses) by God … were a “stream of consciousness” … just letters, no punctuation marks … just letters not words … later "words were made" by Scribes … if you ever heard of the “Bible Code”…  computer software now… the first thing you have to do is remove the “words and punctuation's” from the first 5 books… and just use the letters (I know it makes no sense for they are just letters following letters) … some believe this was really a code from God that was given to Moses. To be made known in this day and age..

… if you have ever written code or learned how “computers speak” they speak in zeros and ones and in pure information … in this pure information is great detail once decoded 

 a pure stream of 010111000111110110100001001... in comparison this is what the 5 books of Moses first looked like abedbmeklitwioawr 
 (just letters of course the letters in Hebrew)  …. laced with information ... 

 A stream of consciousness … my brain works like that at times …a steady stream of consciousness and images  … not even words at times … letters for the thoughts are coming to fast to write … written language is to slow for a mystic … takes too much time … imagery is used this is faster … the imagery is placed into the thinking not with words but with “knowing” telepathically for lack of a better word … writing and speaking are lower forms of communication ... 

I can only use words / description that are in my lexicon … for lack of better "words" for a mystic it is like God is typing on their brain,  like it is a keyboard and produces symbols … structure …. Variation not common to the person … such as my thinking at times will be very profound … next it will be very down to earth … next it will be in “limerick my words have a rhythm to them” … then the brain is still … then back to normal … it can be most unsettling … this is why many mystics of the past have been considered "crazy"... their thoughts were so uncommon to the rest of society and as we tend to "judge each other using the standards  of ourselves, or what any given religion dedicates as being "spiritual" ... neither things, "being truth" ... This probably accounted to why so many women in the past were labeled "witches"  by humanity and the Church ... their thinking was more elevated then those who judged them ... 

 I guess another example would be “I am like a ventriloquist’s sock puppet”… it is the ventriloquist who is speaking via his “sock puppet”  

 words that just seems to free flow into my mind … fascinating … am I hard wired to always think God … or is God jump starting my thinking  …

                                      Working it through well I can’t, do you

Hang on to your faith

But its wrath

The smug with their words have they never been tested

Or do they think they are just blessed

Let’s see what they do when they are pressed

I speak of God in my daily events

Yet pain and sorrow comes in and I fold up my tent

Wondering why was this sent!

Then I remember the guy on the tree

Who hung there ever so patiently?

Did he have to work it through?

Eloi. Eloi. Lama sabachthani.

Did Jesus feel forsaken on the cross?

Or just expressing his humanity

Not the words of the Savior of the world

Just a man working it through

By the way he did this for you

He laid down his divine

By the Father’s design

To which he was resigned

Do not stop with My God, My God, why …..

Read the psalm through

And that would be number 22

It is the processes of working it through

And coming to agree

God never forsakes me

There are 100 plus places you would rather be

Until you learn from the man on the tree

To suffer it all patiently

He worked it through

And I think he is calling me too

To broaden my life’s view

It was not a matter of chance

It was done to enhance

From the man who was lanced

Can I do this?

No I can’t, don’t have to

The man on the tree did it for me

He showed me how

To work it through now

And it is to him that I bow

Still I am not a fan of my situation

It causes me frustration

At times humiliation

That’s what he went through

I am seeing life as he did view

Until he made it anew

 Mary Jo just work it through

How about you?

Below is another example of "thinking in limerick" about God 

My compass in life is my heart not my head

Hence my life has been filled with sorrow and dread

I write eBooks for others to read

I speak of life as I wish it could be

Giving visions of hope for all to see

The language of God is not hard to understand

It echoes in the small to the grand

He said he could make rocks praise his name

His gone one better and chosen the lame

Sometimes I wonder why he never sought fame

But speaks of a world so many leave unclaimed

He speaks of things that are simple and pure

Hardly things that will tempt and allure

His friends are fired and torn

Given a life to which they were born

As such they are belittled and scorned

Great grace what does that mean

For one such as me it can hardly be seen

I know he’s real and very much alive

And only through him can I survive

The fact is I wonder if this be the case

Will I ever be able to keep up the pace?

His tempo is fast and hard to learn

I have fallen so many times in this dance

But he always gives me one more chance

If I close my eyes I see his stance

And it is love from the man whose heart was lanced

My God, My God I am lost what is waiting for me

Be kind and reveal all things so I can see

Or are you going to be expecting me to trust

I am not good at trust or anything else

Maybe that is the point to abandon one’s self

Well you see right now it is a matter of health

I’ll move on to forgiveness I just can’t seem to give

Nor do I want to I just want to live

Two negatives I ask of you in this world that is yours

To keep my life and keep my resentments as well

Hardly a graced soul who speaks maybe a spirit of hell

My cry is common and ever so true we the many just forget you

Locked in our pain and our own little worlds

Children of God, yet we live in a zoo

Myopic pathetic and small when unfurled

People of God how can that be

When we do not care and keep nailing you to a tree

Isolation means to be alone

Something you know well as you sit on your throne

Generations are born and centuries pass

I wonder will society ever develop class

Maybe that is the problem they already do

Class as in cast that binds you

Locking the soul and men keeping them bound

Where is the key it must be found?

I heard a man called Peter was given a key

Yet when I go to his house I am charged a fee

Wasn’t salvation supposed to be free?

I have issues as you well know we all do the Bible tells us so

Blind men leading the blind who continue to bind

Free where can it be and by the way who really holds the key?

Wait I know it’s me

Given to all by the man on the tree

Religion is good it teaches you righteous manners

In the end it is Christ that matters

What you bind on earth will be bound in heaven

Just go to the bread and eat the leaven

The one who died and resurrected for you

The one who was betrayed by Peter with a cock-a-doodle-doo

You hold the key and he is the door

So bind your selves no more

Unlock the faith that is within

Allow your heart to be your compass and not your head

Then you will not worry what lies ahead

Rest well and be at peace

God is on his throne and he holds the lease

He has updated the palace and changed all the locks

And he invites people in from many flocks

Not just the guy who is called the rock

That is just a bunch of crock

I am called a Mystic and supposedly touched by God

I think that is rather odd

All things are touched by God and his rod

Mystics can be sadistic

For they demand that everyone be realistic

When they speak about God

Be realistic not egotistic

The key that opens the door is love

And everyone holds it in their heart; placed there from above

 Be realistic

We have a short way to go … just look in your chest bro

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