So Called Happiness is Overrated

I have thought this my whole life. Maybe it is because by age 2 in 1950 I had to survive Whooping cough and coughing until I turned blue in the face and then passing out, until finally I just gave up and sort of "let myself die". All the other kids who kept fighting it did die. This taught me a great lesson about life. Next at age 10 I got "Blunt Trauma childhood epilepsy" and for the next 5 years I periodically almost died from that. Finally, since there were no really good or safe medicines then in  from 1958 and 1963 for Epilepsy, my father would not let me take phenobarbital even once, so all I had was mind over matter to stay alive another 6 months and another year. So, finally after having an after midnight seizure when I tried to run from my bedroom to my parents for help I ran into the open bedroom door end and was knocked unconscious and broke my nose. When I woke up in a pool of blood around my head with my father trying to use a butter knife to open my mouth so I didn't bite my tongue off, he said, "You've got to get some religion under your belt son." I was 14 and started going to church 3 or 4 times a week so I wouldn't die. This worked because the next time I started to have a seizure at age 15 I screamed and invoked God Almighty to live permanently in my body with me. This worked immediately! I never had another seizure after that and within a few months my whole physical appearance changed and I became very handsome and I got my broken front teeth capped. So, I was now 15 with no seizures at night (the only time I had them) and very handsome and so girls started being interested in me because I was also already 6 foot 1 inches tall and on my way to 6 foot 4 and 1/2 inches tall by age 22.

But never did I have any illusion that this world is for happiness. My two very serious bouts with death made me what I would call "a consummate survivor". So, I lived with God in my body with me the motto of, "Prepare for the worst while always hoping for the best" which was the motto of everyone who survived colonizing the U.S. the last 400 to 500 years since it was first colonized in the 1500s and 1600s. So, when I saw people who were just "too Happy" I knew they were either extremely unrealistic or on drugs or alcohol. So, my version of happiness has always been, "Being extremely grateful to God that I am still alive". This has always been my version of happiness. I have never had any illusions about living in a human body on earth. God has just been too severe with me and my life for that. So what is happiness for me, "Living in a human body on earth with God with me living inside my body with me. And in addition to this living with God inside me while surrounded by angels who fly around me and through me 24 hours a day. In this way no matter how bad things might get I live with God in heaven on Earth and surrounded by angels always. Thank you God!

Note: I'm sorry if this scared people that are not intuitives or precognitive psychics like me. I have seen angels in one form or another since Archangel Michael came and healed me from Whooping cough while I was lying in my Grandmother's lap during Christmas season 1950. My Grandmother was singing, "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" as Archangel Michael and his band of about 7 other male Archangels appeared with jeweled Armor in a huge ball of white light and healed me from whooping Cough so I wouldn't die. This experience changed my whole life because I always have been able to see angels after this, even though as one gets older it is harder to see faces and easier for me to see them now as ovals of light of different colors. For example, I see Archangel Michael as a vivid Blue oval of light or sometimes as sparks of Blue light depending upon the circumstances. I know when I see either something is going on and I need to be cautious in my life and to start praying. One time (of many times) when Archangel Michael saved my life I was a Landscaping Contractor in 1978 in La Jolla and we were bouldering. (Places boulders that weighed more than a car for artistic effect for a landscaping architect's creation). My Partner owned a large Dump Truck and we had quarried the right boulders from a quarry and had the quarry man load the car sized boulder on the dumptruck with a tractor loader. I followed the Dump truck in my Pick-up truck and noticed Archangel Michael sitting on this particularly large boulder that we were to place near the edge of a cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean below. My partner had welded a small crane on the side of his dump truck to handle off loading the boulders precisely. So, we had the boulder in place except for one metal strut that needed to be removed directly under the boulder. The hired workmen didn't want to remove it because they didn't feel safe to do so. As one of the two contractors I felt an obligation to protect our employees from harm. So, I thought to myself that I had always been very quick if I orchestrated everything perfectly. So, I reached quickly under the boulder and pulled extremely quickly the strut out the instant I stood up the crane broke. But because we had placed it well neither I nor any of the men were injured. I said to my partner Contractor, "That is the last boulder I will ever place." Archangel Michael had protected me but I wasn't going to tempt fate again.