This is a continuation of the Energy Box:
In a week, Jesus returned to me and said,
“I see you followed the instructions, what do you think?”
I could barely contain my excitement! The energy box had performed far beyond anything that I ever could have ever expected or imagined! So I said,
“Just look at this! It’s nothing short of miraculous!”
“I don’t know why you’re surprised. You are expressing through the manifestation of these miracles, an abandonment in beliefs of scarcity and lack. Isn’t that what you promised you would do?”
I did. I had made that promise to myself near the beginning of the year. I just never imagined it would manifest in quite this fashion. Not in my wildest dreams! I said to Jesus,
“I don’t know if I can take the credit…I mean it’s the box! That box can do anything!”
The box had transformed my very average suburban backyard, a quarter acre of land, and had transformed it to the most extraordinary garden, that grew just about anything you could ever want to eat.
“Just look at this back yard…there was hardly anything here…a few apple trees…growing the most sour of apples…but now? Once I tried to grow cucumbers…a few peppers. Some basil. I tried tomatoes. I could not quite get that going. But now! We have every fruit orchard imaginable back there! Citrus trees, lemons and oranges, peach trees! Apple trees of all kinds!’
Jesus seemed unfazed. I guess he knew that this would happen.
“We’ve also got vegetables of all kinds! Corn, wheat, greens, tomatoes, potatoes, radish, beets. Anything the earth can produce! We have it all…and this garden…it seems like it goes on and on and on…technically there is just a quarter acre in this backyard…but see for yourself!”
I began walking down a path that was in the middle of the garden; as I explained to Jesus:
“It goes on for miles back there. How is this possible? We have everything. And the best part about it? It harvests itself. We don’t have to do anything! Everyday, the storehouse magically fills to the brim with all the produce. It never ends! We can’t give this stuff away fast enough! How is this even possible?”
“You know how it’s possible. Miracles arrive from a miraculous state of mind, or a state of miracle readiness.”
“So…it was all about my expectation? When you gave me the box, I was ready for miracles to happen?”
“Exactly. The power to work miracles belongs to you. I provide the opportunities to do them but you must be ready and willing.”
“Well…after this? Are you kidding me? I’m ready for whatever you recommend…I mean this? I never expected this! I’m sure we could feed an entire neighborhood with all of this!”
“Indeed you can…and you will. That’s what I wanted to talk about with you. Who are you giving this produce to?”
“Well…that…I don’t know. I followed the instructions…which just said, imagine a storehouse for the produce…and so I did that…and this mystical storehouse appeared, on the side of my house, in front of the gate.”
“Why do you call the storehouse mystical?”
“Well come on, let’s take a look inside.”
I took Jesus around to the storehouse, on the outside, it seemed so shallow, maybe 10 feet wide and 5 feet deep.
“Do you see this? It doesn’t look like it can hold very much produce…certainly not all of that which we have back there…but open the doors.”
Jesus opened the doors, and he could see that the store house appeared to have a the width and depth of a foot-ball field at least!
“I mean it just goes on and on and on. It’s magic!”
“It’s not magic. This seems like magic because you think you live in space, where concepts such as “up” and “down” are meaningful. Ultimately, space is as meaningless as time.”
“Well yeah Jesus, I live in 3D…and as you well know these are very intense and heavy 3D concepts: space, time, etc.”
“But as you can see these concepts don’t exist in this storehouse.”
“They do not.” I admitted.
So who has been here?”
“Well, that’s the thing Jesus…I don’t know. I see people coming up, and taking food away, but I don’t want to interfere in the magic of it all. I just let it be. It’s working…plus with all the hysteria about this virus…”
“Surely, you can’t have a fear of this virus…inside this storehouse. Ye of so little faith.”
“So are you telling me I can’t get sick? That no one can? In the storehouse?”
“You know full well, what I teach about sickness. The rituals of the god of sickness are strange and very demanding.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…I know. We create illusions of all this craziness in our minds…but why we would do that? I don’t know, but okay whatever, I don’t want to get into that.”
“You can’t get sick and you cannot die. You simply confuse yourself with things that do.”
“Yes, I know, okay. I know. But in the 3D world that we inhabit, people get sick all the time. This virus has people really worked up…so for those reasons I haven’t interacted with anyone going into the storehouse.”
“Well I need you to.”
“But why? This has been working so well… this is supposed to be about pure giving…talking to the people might make it awkward.”
“One person in particular, I think you may know who.”
I thought about it…there was a man, so earnest, so diligent, he showed up everyday with his pick-up truck. He seemed on a mission.
“He is. That is the one I need you to speak with.”
“Why? And what do I even say? Hey I see you stopping by everyday…loading up your truck…do you like the food? I mean, that conversation is going to make it weird. I like how this is working so far, anonymously.”
“There is a point to all of this…the real world, bright and clean and new with everything sparkling under the open sun.”
Jesus smiled brightly…and given everything, I’d experienced with the box, how could I possibly deny that this was absolutely possible, not just for me, but for everyone.
So I said,
“Okay, I’ll talk to the man with the truck.”
Jesus said,”I’ll be back…to see how that went.)