They’re Cool, But…

 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 salvation just can’t be that simple until you begin to think why people commit murder or take their lives.  The Church would be the number one place to shelter such desires.  But sometimes religion is the reason why some have taken life.  

I’ve tried to figure it out and as they say, you can’t put a square peg in a round hole.  I’ve tried to be more rounded, but the experience keeps me pretty square.  I do what I do and let God do the rest.  I can’t force the Message.  I knew this that night.  I didn’t tell the Angels but I didn’t think I’d have to.  They knew.  Which is why I am my only proof.  

I retreated from the world.  I felt I had to in order to keep my sanity.  I refuse to argue their theology.  But it is my belief.  If it came from myself it wouldn’t matter.  But it matters because it’s not my theology.  I inherited it from Angels.  I can’t help that.  I do what I do and simply keep on keeping on.  It’s all I can do.  My Angels saved me.  Not a lot of people can say this.  

It’s why I smoke a pipe.  It helps keep me relaxed in this world.  It helps me think.  This is just the beginning.  Why?  I believe the time is short.  I can see this.  I do what I do asking God to do the rest.  My pipe this morning is my St. Nicholas pipe with some Proper English.  My coffee this morning is Bella Maria.  Thank you for listening.  Peace and Love to each one of you.

Papa Chasteen

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