Pipeology - The Fine Art of Pipe Smoking and Thought

 Every Sunday morning I listen to Sunday Morning Coffee.  It is a music album put together by Chip Davis of Mannheim Steamroller fame.  I just sit here quietly listening while drinking my coffee and smoking my pipe.  I am usually out in the lanai while my wife sleeps in.  For me, at least, it is the best part of the week.   Not that I don’t have a lot to do during the week, but still Sunday mornings have been special for as long as I can remember.  I bought this album as a CD in the early 90’s but now I listen to it on Spotify.  My favorite track is ‘A Secret Romance’ which for me has always been my Angels.   One might think I’d be in church on Sunday mornings, but my Angels changed my theology.  I tried church once since the Angels, having gone for about two years.  But every Sunday morning I attended church during that time I asked myself why I was there.  I finally came to the conclusion that if I had to ask myself this ques...

 My encounter with my Angels was not just a one-time thing.  Since then I have had many conversations with them and God.  I carry on those conversations in my mind while meditating, but they are just pleasant conversations some might say I’m having with myself.   My Angels told me not to worry about what others think.  I represent my Angels with my being.  But many times I have felt I’ve failed them.  My voice is so small and in no way am I an influencer for my Angels.  But what I do for my Angels takes time.  And my Angels have taught me patience through the years.  As they say, Rome wasn’t built in a day.   I prefer quality to quantity as I’m on God’s time table—not mine.  I’ll be heard the closer to the end we get.  This just might be practice for what is to come and still only a relative few know all about my Angels.  One of my Angels is known as just Angel and the other is Veronica with an angelic singing voice. ...

Each day that passes is a day of Hope.  The Apocalypse or thoughts about it are scary.  Each new day is a day of Hope.  Maybe the New Beginning will start today.  My Angels give me Hope that I pass on to others.  It’s morning as I am writing this post,  I begin each day with Hope and am never giving it up.  I know what my Angels told me.  I meditate often so I don’t forget.  I can’t forget no matter what.   The  Hope is that the Messiah will come today.  I say this every day.  In doing so, I remember my conversation with my Angels.  They said I will help prepare the way.  I am revealing here HOW I live my life.  I just don’t sit around and smoke a pipe.  I am living in anticipation of that singular event.   I have a prophecy in mind, but I will keep that to myself.  The Beast among us does not have much time left.  He too does his part to help prepare the way, but in his own way.  Je...

 If I just focused on my Angels every post I make here, it would be boring.  Pipe smoking just might be my only hobby.  I follow politics throughout the day, but come evening I’m looking more for entertainment and relaxation.  I could write about politics but choose not to do this.  I like Buddhist philosophy, but avoid discussing religion.   I consider myself a philosopher/theologian, but again apart from my Angels I just avoid religious thought as much as I can.  I consider myself informed, but apart from my Angels I try to avoid religion in general.  My Angels are controversial enough.  I try to mix up my blog with pipe smoking and sometimes I leave everything for other pipe smokers.   I think of my wife and she’s glad I have an interest in pipes and tobaccos.  I try not to be one-dimensional.  In fact, I try to be inclusive of both the pipe smokers and those who consider themselves Spiritual.  My pipe is a tool for my ...

 I started this about five times this morning and deleted each one.  I wasn’t sure I wanted to write this morning and maybe I’ll delete this one too.  My Angels weren’t just for me.  They’re there for everyone I know.  But that seems rather a broad scope whether one even believes in God.  I’ve learned long ago that beliefs don’t matter except just to me.   I believe in my Angels and really, if you want to know the Truth, that is all that matters.  What anyone believes about God, Angels, or even Jesus doesn’t really matter to me or even to God Himself.  I am but a simple Messenger with a simple Message.  And I don’t cram my Angels down anyone’s throat.  To me, they are real.  But I am my only proof.   I had no witnesses.  I have just my word.  And often in my thinking, I am a relatively lousy ambassador for Angels.  But I try to judge as I know God judges and that is to go so far to excuse unbelief.  Jus...

 Maybe pipe smoking is an obsession, but I am referring to my Angels.  They are THE obsession.  But I try not to write about my Angels too much.  I consider pipe smoking my hobby I have done for over 50 years.  While in seminary the dean of students suggested I not smoke a pipe.  I gave them up for a few years and later went back to them.   I never really gave them up but just didn’t smoke on campus.  I hung out in pipe shops and frequented places where I could smoke a pipe.  It was infrequent pipe smoking but still, I liked my pipes.  A colleague said of me that I was a rebel and have been all my life.  When the Angels introduced themselves to me I was certain they weren’t there for me.  But they were.   They chose me for a task that often I believe I have performed poorly.  But the Angels assured me that I have a place in heaven.  My numbers on social media are small, and I feel I have done very little for my A...