More than a Pipe

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 I re-wrote my profile for Smoking Pipes to say that there are tobaccos that cause me to reminisce.  My life prior to the Angels prepared me for the experience and my life since has been about the experience.  I asked my Angels whether I should give up my pipes.  They said that was up to me.  I have smoked a pipe since to remember.  

There is much about the experience I do not understand.  My Angels came to me in a human body, but I had no doubt they were Angels.  They told me not to be afraid.  And their voice sounded like a crystalline harp.  But I am the only proof I have.  Maybe I became part Angel that night.  It was a two and a half hour encounter.  And ever since I have been working to help prepare the way for the coming of the Messiah.

He will come with Peace and love.  I represent my Angels in all I do.  And smoking a pipe helps me remember.  I have been told I am monkish is my lifestyle.  I will admit I am.  A pipe adds to my character.  But I can see how the Angels worked in my life to prepare me for the encounter.  

They told me my battles with Satan are over.  I can see now how Satan wanted me for his own.  I see the battles now.  But my Angels defeated him replacing scars with Peace and Love.  I can see it all now.  But it took time with my pipes to understand.  The only proof I have is myself.  And my pipe is a reminder.  I must not forget.  

Along life’s journey God has given me many reminders so I won’t forget.  This blog is a reminder.  There are people in my life who help me remember.  I have many reminders.  A pipe is just one.  But as I meditate on the things my Angels told me, smoking a pipe helps me remember.  Family helps me remember too.  I will be with them in heaven.  I ponder these things as I smoke my pipe.

This morning my pipe is my Alpha pipe and my tobacco is Cordial.  That defines me.  I am cordial with all.  My coffee is a Sumatra blend from Trader Joe’s.  Thank you for your time and Peace and Love to each one of you.

Papa Chasteen

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