It All Depends

 I’m far from being Jesus.  He says that if you know Him then you know God.  I say that if you know me, in a way then, you know my Angels.  I am but a poor representative of my Angels.  And if I remain calm, then perhaps, you will too.  But I have learned that others are only as calm as I am.  My problem is that I am not always calm.  

Life gets to me in ways that it didn’t get to Jesus.  I have often said I am but a poor representation of Angels.  But I’ve never forgotten.  I have often wished my Angels in some way turned me into one of them.  But I had a human life before I experienced them and sometimes I forget in small ways.  But I have to remember that those who know me are only as calm as I am or at least try to be.

But sometimes I am not always calm.  If I am the best the Angels could do, I’d hate to see the worst they could do; but maybe I am the worst they could do.  But I always try to think positively and try to remember I am their best—not their worst.  They came to me—not the other way around.  When I first met them I was certain they weren’t there for me.  But I was wrong.  

So, I try to be my best for my Angels.  But I find this world stressful at times.  I’m just not always calm.  And maybe I don’t always make others calm.  But I have to remember I am the best the Angels could do.  I didn’t give them a lot to work with.  But I’ve tried as they knew I would.  So, I try to be as calming as Angels.  But there are times…

I can’t help but be quite human at times.  Maybe is some way I am part Angel now, but just a small part.  I would try to be a Palladian these days, but there is one thing that doesn’t make me quite human in that it is only what I claim they told me.  I simply don’t worry about death or dying.  But only youth doesn’t worry so much about the end of life.  

As I have gotten older, I realize many who were born the same year I was born aren’t around any longer.  I suffered a heart attack and a ruptured appendices.  How many times does God want me to face death?  I can still feel pain.  I know what sickness is.  I know what it is like to almost die!  Yet, I am still alive!  God has His reasons for keeping me alive.  

But in my humanity, as much as I try to remember, I can forget.  But I never forget for long.  I always remember.  This is why I am a poor representation for my Angels.  I don’t always remember all the time.  But when I relax wile smoking my pipe, I remember.  And remembering keeps me calm.  I get stressed when I forget.  Today my pipe is my pipe that I affectionately say is haunted.  It is my estate pipe I bought in Gettysburg years ago.  I am smoking Cornell and Diehl Star of the East.  My coffee this morning is Stumptown Holler Mountain.  Thank you for your time and Peace and Love to each one of you.  

Papa Chasteen

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