Pipeology - The Fine Art of Pipe Smoking and Thought

 Is there a dress code for one who has had an experience with Angels?  I have often thought about this.  My own dress code is nothing fancy.  Often I wear shorts, t-shirts, or some tropical shirt and tennis shoes or just tennis sneakers.  I once bought a monk’s robe I was going to wear with sandals and with a cross around my neck. I wore that outfit around the house for a day and thought it looked stupid to wear in public.  Then I wore jeans and a regular shirt up north, but here it has been pretty much shorts, t-shirt, and tennis loafers.  I very seldom wear socks, but I feel blending in is much better than standing out.  I own a suit and a couple of sports coats, but still being comfortable is much better for me. I own a couple of sweatpants I can wear with sweatshirts, but I seldom dress up to go out.  I’m an old retired guy who has no need for suits.  I don’t dress for success nor do I ever dress up these days.  I lounge around ...

 People quickly forget but they seem to remember small things.  My Angels knew what they were doing by planting knowledge in my brain.  I’ve never forgotten.  But many would forget and just go on with their lives.  The Angels knew they were too important to me to forget.  I’ve been silent for a reason.  But I have shared with a very few.  The Angels came when I needed them.   And they gave me a message I haven’t forgotten.  I knew I had to wait.  And my impatience grew at times, but it’s why I relax with a pipe.  I knew I had to wait.  I’ve waited 32 and a half years.  And I find my patience wearing thin.  However, there is only so much I can do waiting on God can be the longest wait.   But I know the Angels did it perfectly.  But each day I make a vid of my smoking a pipe is a day I am waiting.  But my thinking is my wait is almost over.  I, like many, believe we are living the Last Days. ...

 I have a scenario that kind of revolves around April 12.  But before I get to that point I just want you to keep it in mind.  I always believed that whoever was Prident of the UScwasvthe Beast of the book of Revelation.  I always believed Hitler was the Anti-Christ.  The Beast will reference Hitler.  Each President has been in my thinking the Beast. This now refers to Trump.  I had to wait until Israel made its move.  They did this last Saturday.  So where does this leave me now?  My attention has been diverted to the Middle East.  But instead of fretting about it, I now have my smirk back.  I’m not worried.  These things must be.   I have been waiting since my experience with my Angels.  And maybe, just maybe, my wait is over.  My thinking is that 3I/ATLAS isn’t a comet, but an omen from God.  I can’t say the vids of Michio Kaku are real.  They might be AI but still might hold some evidence of tr...

For me, if there had been no Angels I wouldn’t be here today.  And if I doubt then I might as well give up.  But the lack of doubt keeps me going.  I simply refuse to doubt.  Regardless of what happens in the world or in my life, I refuse to doubt.  This goes right along with what I said earlier about my smirk.   Doubt has killed churches.  Doubt has at least killed ministries and even pastors.  But I think of my Angels as being for the world and not just a few.  But my prayers aren’t for the few but for the world.  Giving up is a killer.  I simply refuse to give up.  The thing is that I am directly connected to heaven; I am not connected to any earthly institution or political system. If I felt I mattered only to anything earthly I wouldn’t be here.  I almost deleted yesterday’s post about my smirk but decided to keep it.  I smirk because I don’t doubt.  I can get down and stressed by life, but doubting would be...

 My smile is not really a smile but a knowing smirk.  Maybe it IS arrogance.  But nonetheless it is a smirk.  I can’t help but  have this knowing smile.  Regardless of what you see or hear, that smirk will always be there.  It’s about confidence.  But not about myself.  I know God and Angels are in control.   I get stressed by the world.  I get stressed by life.  But regardless I can’t hide that stupid smirk.  It is about knowing as much as it is about arrogance.  It is about knowing.  But there are those who sometimes think I need to keep my Angels to myself.  Actually they are the reason why my smile isn’t just a smile.   Some can smile falsely. And some can’t smile at all.  I have every reason to smile, but not without a smirk.  It’s always about Angels—not me.  Even in this world of war I smirk.  I get stressed by the death as everyone does, but I see these things and know they m...

 It’s about what I claim my Angels told me and why I live my life almost more of a hermit.  All one needs to do to be saved is not to intentionally take a life including one’s own.  I know the pitfalls that causes despair.  I know what anger and hatred does to a person.  The Apostle Paul speaks of the straight and narrow.  Jesus addresses these things in His parables.   Hopefully any religion helps one avoid the pitfalls.  But my religion IS my Angels.  And what they told me often borders on sanity.  I have been very careful with my Angels.  Maybe too careful.  But finding a religion that fits the theology of my Angels has been difficult at best.  It’s not so much the experience with Angels.  The experience is believed, but not so much what I claim my Angels told me.   But I have a wife and family.  I just can’t live in a monetary.  And I can’t force anyone to read what I write here.  And for most ...