I am reminded that I lack something right now about devotion to Buddha and God especially. I think I want to party too much. Hubby is working today; he was assigned grading.

I am just so flying high about my wise mind that procures me ONLY pleasant almost feelings all the time nowadays. Except here and there.

I dont sense the doom and gloom. In fact, Trump is totally irrelevant to me and always has been.

More interestingly than WW3, I had a flash of a death I had once in my bathtub yesterday. Fucking he I must have been tired by then because it is the MOST exquisite death ever to have a heart attack ,, drop unconscious and drown in your bathtub at 67 years old. I saw a total flash of perfection of this moment in the bardo. Turly people, even martyrs dont always die as martyrs. I hope I will not be killed by cops. I am totally innocent. I hope they are too. amen.