The Hope
Each day that passes is a day of Hope. The Apocalypse or thoughts about it are scary. Each new day is a day of Hope. Maybe the New Beginning will start today. My Angels give me Hope that I pass on to others. It’s morning as I am writing this post, I begin each day with Hope and am never giving it up. I know what my Angels told me. I meditate often so I don’t forget. I can’t forget no matter what.
The Hope is that the Messiah will come today. I say this every day. In doing so, I remember my conversation with my Angels. They said I will help prepare the way. I am revealing here HOW I live my life. I just don’t sit around and smoke a pipe. I am living in anticipation of that singular event.
I have a prophecy in mind, but I will keep that to myself. The Beast among us does not have much time left. He too does his part to help prepare the way, but in his own way. Jesus saw him coming long ago. It has now taken 2,000 years, but the prophecies have been fulfilled. Every day is a day of Hope. It just won’t be much longer when together we can see the Promised Hope arrive.
I too, am getting old. But I will live to see it happen. It WILL happen. There will be no doubt when it happens. The evidence of His coming is right before our very eyes. If I didn’t smoke a pipe the waiting would be painful. But a pipe with meditation keeps me calm. I’m smoking my Gettysburg pipe this morning with some Cornell and Diehl Cordial pipe tobacco. My coffee is Bella Maria by Wicked Joe. Thank you for your time and Peace and Love to each one of you.
Dave
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