Meeting Bear Paw

I rode the bus today with a very strong Indian (his preference to Native) man.  He had a small cross tattoo under his right eye, and a bear paw on his top right forearm.  I was getting that he is a Chippewa chief.  That is not a chief of the tribe.  It is rather a mystical chief.  They do not have shamans in that tribe.  They do not heal, they destroy.  He did speak in front of me.  He was speaking fairly loudly, but very clear on his cell phone to his second in command.  I caught him just in time.  He was about to skip the premises to go where, he did not know.  All Indians in Minnesota would have followed.  They are fed up.  Chaos would have followed and the lock to even penitentiary would have opened, flooding the streets with violence and rage.  Dick Cheney came through and assured this man, whose witchery was rabbit (with much satanism/ His satanism was accented by red threading on the pockets.  It was sleek elite and I knew he had done it himself.), that he and his unity are very needed, especially around me.  People here are too greedy with barely any ability at this point.  Dick said that he could with his table of five on respite facilities until the numbers were suitable for incarceration, not sanitarium.  They would all receive a governmental check of one cent a month for this work.  That is high and holy for insanely infinite authority and ability, and huge amounts of wealth in the end.  If I had just not stopped for lunch, or if my foot had not fallen asleep making me 2 minutes later, I would have caught the bus before mine, I would not have intersected with him.  I felt a Cherokee friend tunnel through and give the experience comedy and efficacy.  He got off at the same stop.  He hopped behind this bush and three seconds later, he had disappeared.