Nature in the spring of 2018

In recent weeks nature in the Netherlands and I noticed in Western Europe as well was so incredibly beautiful, more than in a normal spring. The combination of a cold period, lots of rain and suddenly warm days made the green of the trees and shrubs have a supernatural glow, just as if it had a magical touch. Would You like to comment on this?

And so it was. You have been given a taste of what is awaiting you in the spiritual world related to nature. You saw the new leaves of the trees light up as if they were emitting light for themselves, as if they were spreading a magical green light over the earth and were for themselves a source of light.

And so it is in the spiritual world with everything you’ll see. The inner light that radiates from everything is a reflection of the love and the omnipotence and greatness and wisdom of God Itself. Pure beauty, pure harmony, pure love having become form in nature.

The beautiful spring on earth in certain parts of the world is a foretaste of what awaits men after the transition to the spiritual world. But I have to make the comparison: the nature of this spring in 2018 relates to nature in the spiritual world as a sandbox to the beach. It will greatly exceed your expectation.

 
My blessings to you all

No 423

Isn’t the health of the body a miracle?

 


If I may ask You?
A while ago I had a swearing finger that started to look so bad, that I thought it would never be okay, because it appeared to be a sausage, ugly and dirty as my right ring finger looked like. And after a day of antibiotics, everything started to heal gradually. And recently, in my left eye, I had a virus infection so horrible to see with bloodshot and swelling white of the eye just around my intact pupil, that I thought to grow blind the next day and lose my eye. Without any medicine my body itself has won the battle against this infection.

Everything is healthy again, but I am so shocked by the vulnerability of my health, by what can happen to me and apparently how excellently my body is capable of keeping all dangers and swelling and rotting and risks out of the door. It is too beautiful everything, it is a wonder that everything is working so well. How can a man not believe in Your power and that of Your spiritual servants? Would You like to comment on this?

My son, how can I leave this subject. God's works on earth are described so beautifully by you. The healing spirits, the beauty of the body, the resilience and protection against viruses and bacteria, the ability to overcome wounds and ulcers, the intelligence that lies behind the most beautiful and complex body on earth, namely that of man with his brain capacity !

But there is something else. The vulnerability that you speak about and that you have experienced. Proud and powerful men forget that vulnerability, but the unfortunate, the poor, the sick, the tormented men really know her. But the successful ones have forgotten her and think that they have everything under control. Until there is a car accident, a cancer or a heart attack which force them as well to realize that the vulnerability of the human body has arrived. Life-size and permanently she is always present, the humble know that. And suddenly she may become manifest and visible in a lifetime and then she will overwhelm the proud ones. And wise is this man who knows this, who realizes this and who thereby enjoys, enjoys intensely what is not self-evident, namely his beautiful and healthy body, living proof of the omnipotence, the works and the mysteries of God.

My blessings to you all

No 422

The temple of prayer

Recently I was praying in my room. The candles were lit, the incense was burning and there were vases of fresh roses near relics and portraits. And suddenly I got the feeling that I was in a spiritual temple and I experienced a great sense of holiness and devotion.
 

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I love to.

It helps you to come into the sphere of holiness and worship by using incense and candles and portraits and relics, that is your Catholic background.
But know that a spiritual temple is being built up, or if it is already existing reinforced, for every person on earth who prays.

A Protestant with only a cross, a Muslim with only a word in Arabic on the wall of his living room, a Hindu for an image of Shiva, a Zen Buddhist in an empty white room, a Jew who is while swaying reading the Torah, a New Age adept who meditates on his spiritual teacher, all come into the same situation as you, even if everyone is experiencing something different and is giving different words to it.

As soon as a man prays, the spiritual world is building around this person a spiritual temple of unprecedented beauty. And the more often a person prays, on the more regular basis he is doing this, the longer and more intensely he prays, the bigger and more powerful the temple will be.

And the temple is indeed a fact in the spiritual world. It is a powerful transformer for spreading spiritual energy. This energy flows through this praying man to the environment of this person and of course to whom or  what he is praying for. I mention it consciously in this order, because that is reality.

A praying man is a blessing for his environment and an instrument for the spiritual world to reach the earth with healing, inspiring or uplifting energy. If men knew how wonderful the environment becomes when one prays, how beneficial its effect is and how fruitful for the cooperation between the spiritual world and the evolutionary earth, one would certainly pray more.

 
My blessings to you all

No 421

The living faith instead of materialism

My God, lately I see so many people around me, struggling with life. And they suffer from migraine, work too hard, have no rest, experience stress and anxiety. And are looking forward too often for weekends and holidays. I see a lot of confusion, unrest, clinging to fitness and physical pleasures. It seems to me quite shabby, as if there is no more. How can a sports hero with a gold medal, a King or a heroine from a movie be our example, they are just people with a talent, so what? And that virulent atheism around me is sometimes also shocking. Actually, I find everything very decadent around me and I do not notice much godliness, humility or faith.

How joyful is a conversation with you?

How powerful and soothing a prayer?
How inspiring is a confession?
How healing the letting go of the struggle of life?
How stilling is an immeasurable trust in God?

My son, do not behave too superficially in your observations. God sees in the hearts of men and knows their deepest and hidden desire for God, or at least their deep longing for surrender.

But you have a point, for sure.

People go to shopping malls instead of churches.
People go into therapy instead of having the liberating experience of a confession.
People suffer from migraine and too great responsibilities instead of praying in the silence of their rooms to the One God.
People go to fitness training instead to spiritual meetings.
People cling to the heroes of TV instead of honoring and following the example of the great Sons and Daughters of God.
People cling to the comfort of food and alcohol instead of the comfort of a living faith.
People blame their politicians instead of trusting their fate to God.

But know that it is temporary.

God and Its laws do take care of the correction, preferably willingly, usually unwillingly. And through the suffering of man and the crucifixion of his ego and through earthly difficulties his spiritual body will be liberated. Through the surrender of the mind, man will again be open to the power and splendor of God in their lives.
Be blessed.
 
My blessings to you all

No 420

The overwhelming love of God

I was laying in bed and sighed to My God (and I felt really not insecure or so, but re-examined my efforts and my deeds): "Ah, what am I worth to You? I am fickle. I do not listen well, I am lazy. I promise you everything and I do not keep my promises. I'm unsteady.  I spend endless time on many things of life, while You get sparse moments from me.  I'm inconsistent, I do not trust You enough when I'm overcome by the infestations of life. You always say "rest assured" but often I am not. First I have to see come through what you promised me. I am unreliable. I, ah, I just have to end up, it is too much.

My God, what are You thinking of me? Probably You are disappointed.

No, I thought,  that’s not what God is like.
You are surely despondent.
No, I thought, that’s not what God is like.
You have become impatient for sure.
No, I thought, that’s not what God is like.
But what are You then? How do You look at me? What do You think of my little messing around?

I said, "Ah, what can I say to you. You know everything.

You know about my secret stuff. You know about my attachments. You know about my weaknesses. You know about my wrestling. You know about my shortcomings. You know everything about me. You know everything. You see me completely. I can not hide anything. You are the only One Who knows me and sees me”.

And I am taken away, quite unexpectedly, in an overwhelming wave of pure love, pure acceptance, pure wisdom. I feel how God looks at me. And I am immersed in a milky white sea of being, of love, of understanding, of wisdom, of acceptance. And I have to cry out of happiness. I'm coming home. I am seen in all my weaknesses. And everything is okay. And all my worries have been lost in this wave of love. There is nothing but God and something that who is calling itself me, but can not be found. I no longer exist, but I am immersed in a sea of peace, space, full emptiness, a milky white existence of being, of love, of being seen, of surrender, of having stopped wrestling, of having stopped thinking that I have to do something or feel something or say something while I do not have to do anything anymore.

Being, being, being.

I cry out of happiness and remember for myself that this has always been the case. That I do not have to do my best in the eyes of God. That I am, that I Am.
I stroke my face with my hands and know that God touches me and caresses me. I stroke my arm and feel that God touches me, that my arm itself is the touch of God, that my whole body is the touch of God. I am, I am, I am.
I fell asleep happily.

 My God, would You like to comment on this?

This is all okay, My son.

Be blessed.
 
My blessings to you all

No 419

With God you are cornered

At a certain moment I was really saying no to myself and my attachments. But one night I suddenly had permitted myself alcohol indeed and that's not much in my case, but still too much for me to drink. That then didn’t go well down so I was really a little sick. Yes, two glasses of wine, no more. I sighed to God: "My God, in this way I am completely cornered”.
What God commented:

My son, but it is My corner.

I felt deeply ashamed.

No 418

Talk to a three-year-old-child (Lost in life, 7)

 


Sometimes you need to talk to a three-year-old just so you can understand life again*

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A child does not understand life but ís life.

The real, uncensored, rich, wonderful life does impose itself on such a child. Because it is vulnerable and with it’s tender mind it has not yet acquired many artificial ideas about how life should be. It experiences life as it is. It is life.

An adult person has become saturated with solid thoughts, and interpretations and fixed opinions and so on.

That is why it is always a relief for an adult person to deal with the real rich, uncensored life. But talking to a flower, a river or a tree is simply not for everyone.
Talking to a child is. And a three-year-old is just fresh and open enough and can talk just enough to arrange a pleasant fresh lively inspiring experience for an adult.

My blessings to you all

No 417

* https://www.powerofpositivity.com/11-quotes-to-remember-when-you-feel-lost-in-life/