Quietly

One of the things about writing is that it isn’t talking.  Written words are a window to the soul.   I have been told once I needed to write down my conversations with God in my meditations.  I’d rather not, I said, I don’t want others to see how irreverent I am with God.  He and I can have intense personal exchanges.   I don’t want anyone to see that.  I pretty much keep everything between Himself and me.

I can get impatient that the Messiah hasn’t come yet.  But the Tribulation in my thinking began with WWII with Hitler being the Anti-Christ.  And it is still going on.  The Beast and the Four Horsemen are here now.  And I await the New Beginning as my Angels promised I’d see.  So after 31 years my patience with God can run thin.  A lot has happened in 31 years.  

I just don’t want my conversations with God exposed.  These are very intimate conversations between my Creator and myself.  I have shared a few things privately, but not share them publicly.    I’m keeping my conversations private.  I might share with others privately, but anything between God and myself is private.  

It’s another reason why I don’t belong to a group.  I have been public about my Angels, but I if I have something to say otherwise, I say it and move on.  I am in constant communication with my Angels.  But I talk to God in private meditation.  

This is all I need to say this morning as I smoke my Peterson Sherlock Holmes pipe with some Sir William tobacco.  My coffee this morning is from the Blue Bottle Coffee Company.  Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Papa Chasteen

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