Alright he will say a child of his when he was a little boy.
Do you know what it’s like
bein’ in this meat grinder?
You don’t have to wait;
okay knock on ‘im.
Think we can afford it,
moms beating health care?—
“I just throw you under the wheels of a truck
all laughter and sunny breeze.”

Please will you help me with this:
get this mother off my back,
a certain father?
Crushed the sun.
I counted the breeze.
What I was comin’ to yah to say:
I really bother yah.
I’m hell in an envelope
that you have to read past poetry
to put this on.

Well you’re not goin’.
Fine.
I get angry.
You wanna meet some hoodlums?
A gang member,
he gets all
King Richard,
the son of like true
to killin’ people like my father did.

I axe grow the taxes.
You wanna see me do it?
Just ignore this plea.
Get too far from the ashram,
my hat’s killin’ me.
Just close your eyes.
Ah, it’s gettin’
the footer at the head of the bed,
where I go out and kill someone,
a little older.
You’re yellin’ at me.
Cut through door.
You know you need to save me.

I hear it.
What did it say?
The you that you’re getting
put that foot down.
His mother’s beating him he’s in harm’s way.
The building blocks are there
in the pit of a gang
he murders people
when he’s old enough.

That’s what I’m tellin’ yah.
Stop this boy from being abused by his parents.
Let’s put ‘im
his grandfather heals,
or are you just too deaf to see that?
Get past the poetry
and rescue this child.
Get behind the verse.

Do you think that’s the only gang
with Nazi on it?
The fellowship
has turned Indian politics into mud puddles.
Trace the politician to the gang.
Leave ours out of it;
get rid of
the truth we hear speaking now.

My God you’re deaf.
Oh look there’s the BJP.
November
I’ll show you
I’m talk to you years ago
how the BJP
came from gang member politics.

He rides books sometimes
wide open
to the divine say.
Oh man I put you there,
in a poet’s mouth,
on a divine seer’s tongue.

Show his father
and his family,
WhatsApp,
see it work in my phone too.
I had the finish line.
I’m giving frequencies of his house, yes?
And now
get to the real thing.

They’re not real.
They are not real,
understand?
Not one person
is a gift to society.
This entire generation
being produced by society,
the families of society
in India and elsewhere,
gives us the skill set to journey on as society;
it doesn’t change society.

Take my arm here and understand my meaning.
Society must change or die.
India has brokered this for generations,
a spiritual consciousness,
a supernal air,
a soul arriving on the scene.
It doesn’t get past the starting point.
This is not gotten out of the bag.
A few individuals pretend.
Some have had experiences,
but none get to the root of the problem:
take a child and receive them at the door,
a baby born,
and change society with that child.

What would we have to do to engineer this
with that child?
Can I show you?
I gave Nithish
the principle changes,
not quite at the door,
but starting very early,
and I could do that because I could give him the attention,
and I have seen past society myself,
and I operate in that mode.

Listen to Nithish
where his dream maker meets the ground,
and you will see fantastic.
You will see the whole world changed
just by this boy’s dream.
Watch him have vision
you will not believe with your own eyes.
The Gods talk to him
and soul.

This is what he took,
that father.
This is what she beats,
that mother.
His light was snuffed out
by beatings and brainwashings,
and you worship your family or die,
and all this wonderful change
we were readying the boy to give you
has been ground in the dirt
and changed into thoughts of suicide and killing,
into about getting revenge
for what his parents have done to him.

He seethes inside,
and you’d have to find it to hear it.
He’s afraid to show anybody his feelings
for fear of punishment,
because I am the crux of the matter;
he wants to return to me,
and his parents will not let him call my name.
“I will shove that name down your throat
if you say it again!” his mother says.

He can’t deal with that anger,
and all his wonderful gifts
get crushed,
and in the place of love there is rage,
and in the place of change there is hate,
and he is mad at society.

Now you must see this
in a simple podcast
on dreams.
I will show you he had the formula to change the world.
I will show you what you’ve never seen before,
a sadhana watch as the functioning arm of society
not the family
(but the family’s still warm
and not abandoned),
a group of people in a dream circle
related by soul change
and small enough to function
together in daily need.
We are that prototype,
The Dream Company.

https://www.buzzsprout.com/1963514/episodes/15751474-the-dream-company-epospde-44