It’s About Time
I am celebrating my 73rd Christmas this year bot remembering too many of them except maybe by photographs. Supposedly, I am living on borrowed time. I am alive about seven years past my time, but perhaps more importantly I could have died December 11, 2011. I have close to fifteen years added to my life. Why am I still alive?
I have several answers to this question, but perhaps most importantly I have no fear of death. Fear could cut my life short. I’d have anxiety attacks about dying. I’ve had fears of the unknown in life. But only because I’ve had a disconnect from my Spirit Guides. My brain has a chemical deficiency aided by medication. I’ve often wondered as I get older if I am of sound mind.
Socialization puts a lot of stress on me, especially with the unfamiliar. Age and wisdom has taught me how to deal with the unfamiliar. I’m smart enough to know how my mind works and has taken me years to learn.
My age group and older are often referred to as legacies by the younger generations. As to whether I am a legacy might be up for debate. It is said by my generation that 1968 was a tumultuous year in US history. It just may have been. A legacy learns to deal with life. And I think I have, but not without my Spirit Guides. I have learned to trust them. I am a kind of Spiritual legacy.
Well, those are my thoughts this morning as we get into the season and I begin thinking about my 73rd Christmas. I’m smoking my Gettysburg pipe this morning with some Captain Black Original tobacco. My coffee this morning is either from Brazil or Guatemala. Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.
Dave
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