To Converse or Not To Converse

It is Cinco de Mayo and I have ventured to Starbucks to find the stream in the harmonic side of my head.  Maybe I met a stranger who was just a very grounded mind to talk to.  I am so tired of the negativity and doubt about my experiences, faith, and abilities.  People are so stupid that there is a Grand Plan and it is fascinating and quite funny.  Take the path of disbelief and selfish discord, and this Rinpoche will show you the curve ball in your own brain.  The birds of prey will circle above, and they will see even the smallest worm on the ground to use against you later.  I will proceed and find a gentle peace in a common environment of a social nature.  I did watch SNL last night.  During the news, Kate McKinnon did a hilarious impersonation of Elizabeth Warren. She then said Doug Colin to Colin Jost.  She said, telepathically, to write that his name is actually Doug Colin Jost.  She told me to write that in my entry today so they know how right on my telepathy is.  Colin tried to confuse it telepathically, but she continued to repeat his actual name.  She knew that I would get it, but he did not believe.  Well, "Dougie", you are caught now.  No frat house will ever house you again.  (Tyler, MP Marine in Muncie, IN, watch the SNL news from last night on youtube.com.  Work on your telepathy with CNN, and then with FIREMEN in the community.  He had powerful sentinel and diversion basic training in Hamburg, Germany.)  Adam Sandler was the host and Shawn Mendes was the musical guest.  I enjoy his music and his knowing smile.  He must be a Cheshire Cat.  At a certain point, he waved.  Maybe in another world, he will find his Rinpoche too.  Just to let readers know, a Rinpoche is a Buddhist leader who has become enlightened in this lifetime of his own accord.  The position is higher than the Dalai Lama, and they protect him and except his generous amounts of unholy karma.  It is a Grand Plan way to take it for the team before conditions become much more severe.  I continue to establish contact and repore.  I have felt a little off the ship the last two days, thus I did not write.  I also watched Vice last night.  It was pretty good.  It kept my attention.  It was really pretty comical.  Dick, that was a real heart, but not yours, that they showed on the screen after you had the transplant in the movie.  The mystical around it was pretty strong, thus it almost started beating as it sat there in the middle of the frame.  It was Wiccan, moving into Warlockery.  It is one of those days that I am silent within, thus writing even a chord becomes difficult.  I am grateful for meeting this man yesterday.  Good conversations are few and far between.  He can now move with the wind, and find sense to the confusing parts of life that do actually have answers.