As my high school life was winding to a close, I slowly began to wake up. Let me emphasize the SLOW part of my last statement. While it would take me 30 years to actually awaken, I began to enjoy creative writing at 18 years of age, while still dreaming. Even in that unaware state, I knew I was not the source of any writing talent. Over the years I would hear the voices telling me to write poems, or urge me to work on short stories and fiction novels. I shunned those suggestions, beginning several novels, outlining others, but finishing none; although I did write over 250 poems, seen only by close friends, on rare occasions. Marriage took the enjoyment of writing poetry away from me. Married life was too serious for poems. College was where I found my best opportunity to create, free-flow and complete short works. This was after I returned to school late in life, when writing could turn into course credits. I had a few teachers look forward to reading my papers. Beyond that scope, I never entertained any ideas of ever attempting to sell myself as a writer ... until 2002.
In 2001 I was shown the reason for my life on this earth. All of my prior life interests and experiences had prepared me for understanding why I would be called to become a writer. By 2002 I was learning the futility of trying to become a published author ... at least one published and read by book-buying strangers. Since then I have paid out several thousand dollars to self publish three books, with maybe ten more books still to write. I realized the reason I enjoyed reading Kurt Vonnegut was because I myself would identify with the difficulties faced by Kilgore Trout. Trout was at least paid to be published, albeit in nudie magazines where no one ever read the text that filled the pages between pornographic pictures. Still, I have not begun my quest with the purpose of making it rich. I write because, as was stated in the Blues Brothers as the reason, I am on a mission from God. Unlike the movie, I really do have a mission to accomplish for God; and, it concerns you.
A couple of my past interests were to learn astrology and find out who Nostradamus was. I became adept at astrology learning, to the point of being certified as an astrologer, even paying $100 to get a business license specifically for astrologers in 1992. I am, therefore, a certified and licensed (all verbiage in the past tense) astrologer. I became interested in Nostradamus about the same time I was first interested in astrology, not knowing at the time that Nostradamus was one of the foremost astrologers of the 16th Century. While I was able to gradually learn astrology to an advanced degree, I was never really able to do much more that maintain a casual interest in Nostradamus. In 2001 that interest grew to maturity, but not on purpose.
Typically after world events of major importance occurred, I would flip through the pages of my one book on Nostradamus' predictions, seeing if any of his poems matched those current events. Over 30 years of this boredom relief practice I had found nothing that I could remotely use in mixed company, nothing that could move me emotionally to tell another human being that I even did such stupid things. Mostly my astrology was secret too; but, my Nostradamus knowledge was unworthy of anything more than dinner party trivia talk. That changed after the events that took place on September 11, 2001.
To make a long story short, I found that I now have an uncanny ability to understand how to read Nostradamus for meaning. My mission from God is to try and make that understanding known by others, anyone, someone willing to listen. To understand my situation, imagine the fairy tales: The Boy Who Cried Wolf; and, Chicken Little. I am trying to call out that the wolf is coming, but so many have lied about Nostradamus before, no one is willing to listen to my call. I am calling out that the sky soon will be falling, but the few who are willing to walk with me to see the King are in danger of being eaten by the Fox that has no interest in hearing my warning.
I could go on and on and on about this topic. I am tireless in my endeavor to make it known. However, I will end here with these tidbits of wisdom. Nostradamus did not write predictions, he wrote a Prophecy. The purpose of Prophecy is to warn, so change can save the day. Change comes from faith in God, that God will protect our souls from harm and guide our actions to make personal and global changes that will ensure one person is saved, while making it possible many persons can also be saved. The message contained in The Prophecies is the same general message found in the Bible, by multiple other prophets of God. Understanding how to read Nostradamus enhances ones ability to make sense of the Bible, in ways you never thought were imaginable. I have a website named Pearls of Wisdom from Nostradamus at the link entitled "my website" under this page's section called "mylinks." Anyone wishing to make suggestions or comment about what you read, here or there, feel free to do so. Thank you
My passion is ...
synchronicity. Seeing a personal event as it unfolds, knowing all the while it is a prayer I sent to God being answered.
I know too much about ...
the troubles and faults of the world.
My childhood ambition ...
was to play pro baseball.
My favorite memory ...
is categorized by faovrite topics, collected over years of life and experience.
Why I write ...
I have been told to and I willingly accept the challenge.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
I am listening to the conversations that take place in my head, knowing they are mine, but pretending they are someone elses.
My first job ...
After cutting lawns, I was a bag boy at the supermarket for tips.
My best moment ...
is still before me.
My inspiration ...
God and His guardian angles, who whisper to me daily. Without them I would be nothing more than a lost puppy.
Faith or Fear I want to tell you about a personal experience of mine that relates to a true test of faith. It's a story that I have told several times in my past, but I never fully realized just how it symbolizes such a test. The issue of fear will be clearly obvious, but the fears of the story were never even remotely a central part of my life. For that reason, I failed to realize just how crippling fear can be in one's life. My story has been humorous to recite to others, always getting a chuckle. I have laughed, in hindsight. I hope it can make you smile too, but I want you hear my new ...
More..Robert Tippett
Sewanee, Tennessee US
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