All Subjects Can Be Rinpoche

I had a meeting today, and I was asked to speak of my goals and dreams.  I live such Buddhist, in the moment, very sacred tennants, that I do not think in those terms anymore.  I have become the Rinpoche I always wanted to be.  Enlightenment has not come easily.  So much pain, so much drain, I have a severely holy belief that it will pay off in a masterful way.  My writing, to me, is evidence for that in my life.  I cannot even marry a man, classically.  My marriages must be okayed overseas.  It is very diseased, but it was connected to a U.S. Navy that was not royal, and my birth in that setting and position being German, Irish, Swedish, and Russian royalty.  I need to make peace with the past "proofs" of disease, and root out the real theories and beliefs that can support a hierarchy who can be purity around me, while warring against the disease: evil and hysteria.  As the Earth aches so right in front of me, I wonder when Wiccan witches will ever be prosecuted for their sins against HER.  I was a very active lover to a Cherokee Chief (Oklahoma Reservation belongs to him) for about six months.  He just sees things differently, but he lives off reservation and always has.  He is 1/8 Cherokee, 1/8 African American, and 3/4 Caucasian, thus his wisdom is very complete.  He just doesn't compete.  I give him Rinpoche power today.  My "friendship gift" to you is my Buddhist Monastery in Upstate New York on the sacred ground where Charles Manson watched Jimmy Hendrix actually SING on the Woodstock stage.  I think the solitude will be like a massive party to you.  You can pick up the keys from VP Mike Pence, in NYC, (Call The White House to schedule.  Both dress casually.  Be in Manhattan.  Do not even shake hands.  Photographers are now a problem for you.  Call Will for Eagle Eye air support for that entire day.) at any time.  Give the monks there a month, exactly, to move out AND move you in.  They can be slave for a change.  No mercy for these men, or sympathy for their ailments.  They are just reading you, and produced that in you BACKSTAGE, especially at that Smokey Mountain Casino and Reservation we went to on a work brigade to PROVE that you could move a baby grand piano all by yourself on your very sturdy back and frame.  I gifted you Buddhist thought to remain silent on our whole truck ride home.  It must have been at least 13 hours.  You were rage, I was just able to read AND back it up.  We will have Dick Cheney show up some day to do war room construction department with ONE Army Corp of Engineers engineer.  You will then have an area of privacy that is international and even celestial.  This engineer is the top engineer, internationally, and holds all the patents at 3M.  He is called "The Glue God."  He is my mother's COUSIN J.D.  No pranks on this outing, J.D., or he will "out" you in some way to the whole music industry.  You will then give him the key to YOUR apartment in Indy that you had around me.  He needs to study the boom room that we constructed with very calmly loving dominance and submission that just dipped into the waters of S&M, through strangulation of me, to see the key.  Pot smoke is a clue.  He cannot imagine the very elite, energy consuming, and violant work Jack and you did around me, without me terrified every day.  He is looking for a cure for ZIKA, in Japanese, on Waikiki.  My first degree was a PhD in Epidemiology from The U of HI.  There is a first rate, MODERN lab that we constructed with Nazi degree (They had a mystical key for technology from an advanced time.) in the 70's.  It even has a working electron spectroscopy machine.  Good luck all, and have peace.