They’re Different
I’d rather focus on my Angels than try to follow the news each day. Charlie had his angels and every school boy knows about Victoria Secrets angels. But my Angels are different. Augustine once said he had a foot in heaven. I have my whole essence in heaven. I can’t help it.
I walk to the beat of a different drummer. I’m happy I do. I might be part Buddhist, but in my own way I know Jesus. My Angels introduced me to Him. But I like Buddhist philosophy. I try to avoid the news of today, thinking this is Trump’s war—not mine. I have no part in it except I pay taxes to pay for it.
My Angels take my mind off these things. I’m not sure where I’d be today without my Angels. More than likely I wouldn’t be here today. Where I’m spending eternity is a question that doesn’t even enter into my thinking. I often wonder, however, what heaven is like.
Wondering about heaven and what it is like occupies a lot of my thinking. I can’t help it. My Angels came almost 33 years ago and now I am focused on April 12. After that date I’ll be more focused on earthly things. My wife has made arrangements for us to spend this summer in NY. I’ll think about that more after April 12.
My Angels had a reason to tell me all they did. I saw this war coming. As to whether this is the beginning of the New Age I do not know. I’m thinking it is. I’d rather focus on the New Beginning than focus on the old. I do this by smoking my pipe and pondering my Angels. Doing both helps keep me relaxed in spite of all that is going on in the world. My pipe this morning is my Tim West pipe and my tobacco is Good Morning by Cornell and Diehl. My coffee is Stumptown Holler Mountain. Thank you for your time and Peace and Love to each one of you.
Papa Chasteen
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