It’s Still What it Is

 I’ve paid close attention to the world.  It’s still the end of the Old Age and the beginning of the New.  But the New Age won’t begin until the Messiah comes.  But it is what it is.  I don’t expect to have much impact on this world except maybe I have done more than I think I have.  My Angels knew how much impact I would have, but my thinking will always be that I don’t do much for my Angels.

But, actually, I don’t worry about it one way or another.  I’m alive today and this is what matters.  I have this thing about posting reels of myself every morning as I smoke my pipe.  I don’t know, but I started doing this and I guess it is just my thing now.  It is proof I am alive.  Maybe I need to do it now once in the morning and once before retiring for the night to prove I survived the day.  

But my thinking is that if I am okay, the world hasn’t blown up.  We’re all still here.  But then maybe the world will blow up and I will be the only survivor.  I try not to think about it, but then I just know what I know.  I try not to guess dates or most anything else for that matter.  I often wish I could converse with my Angels again.

But my thinking is that I won’t see Angels again until the Messiah comes.  And the world goes on.  I try to figure out how events happening fits into the end of the Old Age.  The fact is that I can’t.  I don’t even try.  I can only say we are almost there.  But what does “almost” even mean?  The prophets kept asking God the first time “how much longer?”  And the fact is no one knows.

What did I expect to happen yesterday?  Actually, I just figured it would just be another Sunday.  Except from what I knew.  And I wrote about it here.  And from what I said yesterday, I got the impression that at least my wife liked how I said it.  At least for me it was a special day for remembering all my Angels told me.  And Life goes on.  

So, this morning I smoke my Savinelli St. Nicholas pipe and am still here.  Is it just another Monday?  My guess is that it will be.  I’m smoking my pipe with Peter Stokkebye’s Proper English.  Thank you for your time and Peace and love to each one of you.

Dave