About Being Focused

 I do not believe I am long for this world.  I have done for my Angels about as much as I can do.  I have focused one aspect of what I claim my Angels told me on specific people.  I did this on purpose not knowing how to talk about my angels.  I focused on specific people something specific about my Angels and applied it to them.  Collectively they make up everything I claim my Angels told me.  

I found it to be the only way I could do it.  Of course wife and family know the most.  I took one thing out of all the things I claim my Angels told me and focused one thing on each of them.  There is no way I could cover everything my angels with one person at a time.  So each person I got to know, only a part of the Message was focused on each of them.  Collectively, the carry the Message.  

It was the only way I could do it.  It might not have been the best way, but God knew what I would do with the Message.  I divided it up and gave each each person a part that applied specifically to them.  That way, when I finished I felt my work for the Angels would be done.  It might not have been the best way, but it was MY way.  

I have been living on borrowed time since my heart attack.  Old people seem to know things the younger people can’t possibly know.  I have prepared the way for the Messiah the best I know how and feel my work is finished.  It’s just a matter of time for me.  How many parts are there?  I’ll let the Messsiah answer this when He comes.  I might just be a crazy old man, but just crazy enough to know what he’s doing.  

There has been a method to my madness.  But if I didn’t feel the Messiah was coming I’d feel completely different.  I didn’t know how much time I have.  But that time has just about come.  I AM God’s best but many times I have had my doubts.  A Gospel group took Frank Sinatra’s song to say I did it THY way.  I can only hope I have done what my Angels knew I would do.  

This is why I feel as though I am closing out my life.  But my Angels did say that I will not die.  Another heart attack would certainly kill me.  For this reason I’ve avoided stress as much as possible.  Stress for me is a killer.  It’s why I smoke a pipe.  I often wished more people would find a pipe as relaxing as I have.  

My pipe today is my Churchwarden KS7 pipe.  My tobacco isn’t Peter Stokkebye Proper English.  My coffee is Wicked Joe’s Bella Maria.  Thank you for your time and Peace and Love to each one of you.

Papa Chasteen