Rinpoche Practice

It is day to be Buddhist Rinpoche.  I sit silent in a straight back chair and commit to the air in front of me.  I will not fold to adversity or negativity.  I use Vipassna in my hands that are freezing though I drank 2 small cups of hot coffee.  Is there a question?  I don't think so anymore.  Evil has to use all of its power to go against the mind energy of Rinpoche.  In the corner, a Somali scribe sits, recording what he sees, and what he is finding in his mind.  It is best for me to concentrate on a pink and lavender light.  Meditation is not Reiki.  It is an action of patience in the colony of third eye studies.  It seems passive, but it is so active.  The act is to just be, and have extreme lucidity.  I run through the star system of the crazed and I do not pounce, or back away.  Sound mind is needed to face the threat to all sacredness and holiness. I am a fighter.  Competition is holy to me.  I will not gloat even if I hate my adversary.  Hate is a fixed state.  I will just be kind to me as I shiver with victory and warm myself on Jade Citrus Mint tea.  It was 5 hours of public practice.