Posted on my Twitter/X feed December 20, 2020
Category: applied nonduality
I Put Money in That Stupid Phone
I don’t think it was specifically because of this poem, but Auroville International posted a poem of mine in their private Facebook group some days after I posted this poem to Facebook and here. I think it had to do with the quality of the poem they did post, maybe not in terms of poetic merit, but in terms of being sincere to the goal of Auroville International, which they seem to be. That poem is called “Prayin’ for the Hour of God” posted on this blog a few days after I posted this one.
Not one star
Auroville International.
These are the streets
humanity is lost.
Wow,
could you say the Mother’s will is here?
Fuck this assistant,
is that what you say?
I give my critique to the Sun.
A poet’s basin it hears,
and that’s how I write this poem.
I’m a rose for my little boy,
and I’m fighting for him here,
S. Nithish.
We make music together.
Hear it?
Stop quivering old D,
your fingers will look like the attention,
and they are.
Alright rebel,
steal the show.
I have my own blog to put it on,
to make sure I can be heard.
I guess you don’t have anything to worry about,
and I’ve just processed you with the snake.
Auroville International,
here I leave my calling card
you hateful organization hellbent on revenge,
and that’s where we find your attention.
We’re all completely naked.
All of you
need to get off your thin horses and see this:
that boy needs Donny.
I feel like a fundamental character.
I feel like a plot.
These are ice to snow more shoes.
We’re both realizing we’re here.
Our mastermind
sets people free.
That’s the long and short of it.
Now terrible channels go home.
I’m about to go on the other side of the wall.
You will see me there promptly.
Then you can count grab ass and green cards,
you holier than thou bunch of people,
you people Auroville don’t need.
Just look at the character you endow with.
You come upon the scene with the hatred of the machine,
and you throw people away.
Self-sacrifice to help your brother,
go out on a limb to speak to him,
you can’t find that in yah,
because you’ve agreed among yourselves to hate
and rob people of their right to exist
and banish them from the land,
and not even eternity
can redeem them,
oh you Christian bunch of people
where your bones meet the land.
Stark naked I am
in front of your mow me down,
and I ride vulnerable and sweet
to your execution
where you ban art.
I ride healing
in the midst of your hate,
and I’m here to stay.
Are you gonna shoot me?
There is no love in your ice machine,
and that is pitiful and strange
because you are the consideration of a city
that seeks to grow new men and women
who want to radically change the Earth
into a paradise of brotherly love and hope
that dares bring God into our human flesh
and divinize the land.
You are that change,
oh you normal people
putting hate where God grows.
Old system be gone,
old ways,
that punishes you
an infantry of hate and ill will
that has no means to grow
the integration of society
in healing’s ways.
You destroy that
too selfish and a pain
to the officer of love.
See this and change
or lose your raison d’être with us,
the people on the groundwork of human unity,
harvesting it into the hands of the city
to realize this on Earth.
Now take my sin and look at it again
in light of the art I’ve given you.
It’s the end of harm isn’t it?
Paid for by penance
and long years of learning
the pain that I have caused.
Can you grasp that?
Goodbye.
Auroville International will you answer your position?
A Great Big Feelings Test
This is a photo-poem from my Twitter/X account, and there are years of them there. This one was posted December 11, 2020. It came in vision the other night to post it here.
World Battlefield Opinion
(written for the Facebook groups Friends of Auroville, and Auroville, INDIA but only approved and posted by the latter group, after sending a small poem that appears below this one. It must be noted Friends of Auroville removed me from their group and blocked me.)
I like rainbows
spoken in the most clear and circular terms.
Please, I’d rather have this is gonna turn out.
I sit here with my hat in my hands.
I’m a big roar on magic.
Wanna see my human unity?
It’s in your beautiful hands.
The uncompromising villager,
the most accounted for
where we find human unity,
if you’re not on its side,
if you wanna freeze it,
if it’s not something you can work out
because they won’t let it.
They just like their tribe.
You can’t get away from Nature’s homegrown,
and sometimes
you have to swallow them whole.
Definitely,
that’s our footpath here.
That’s our red beer here.
How do I get this off my property?
We are not romantic letters.
I’m not tryin’ to get yah to buy toothpaste.
I don’t have an engineer here
doing anything
except talking to you.
You’re my sweet opening
to ride my pages.
I don’t fight you.
I just stand and sing.
We need some heaters to loosen up human unity.
I’m not trying to get you to buy land in Florida.
I’m going with my function among you as a photographer and a poet
to be part of this great experiment.
I’m his poet,
the boy we had such a mind
to open and facilitate.
Did anybody publish?
You won’t let a boy and me together in plain sight.
You won’t even let him on this page.
Human unity
bills him to you,
that little boy I took care of for so many years.
Pay on your buddy
my friend.
Where is human unity?
I think we have to find our divinity first.
It’s like the psychic change
can’t be complete until the spiritual transformation.
I don’t know what I’m sayin’.
The yoga beefs here.
We put it in Auroville’s hands.
Now that’s a stalk monster.
I’m blind to this—
the tree hunters.
I can’t get it off my chest—
the need to see Auroville as human unity.
It’s a crash course in nothin’—
the battle weary Aurovillian says.
We can’t see it in our feet.
We can’t see it on the road.
It’s too big for us.
It’s a journey inside.
I’m sorry most people are not prepared for this.
I’m not even close.
I’ve been waylaid.
An ignorant mother took my child
out of spite.
You don’t know the dynamics of raising foreign children.
Now I hate that mother and her whole crew,
and I had achieved an amalgamated oneness in my mind,
realization’s status
in mental wears,
not in that point of no return.
The boy was my apprentice,
my give my gifts to,
already writing whole poems from the inner voice.
He rode samadhi a time or two,
approached the Silence,
neared the sun.
An overhead experience had opened his mind.
He talked about the world like it was his brother.
Then he lost it all in one fell swoop.
No contact allowed,
and the boy’s been sat on for months
and abused.
I was opening up human unity for him
by going inside.
I know how to do children,
without that stink.
My inner consciousness opens theirs.
I can put human unity on a beanpole
now that I’m mad at these people
and wish them dead.
I’m just sayin’.
What a drop in flesh.
I was showin’ him to you when it happened,
when human unity fell
from my hands.
The irony in being on the other side of child abuse
wanting to protect your child.
You have no idea the intricacies of karma on a mountain sink,
when you see the world as representation and not as it.
I flounder here.
I’m mean this world plays for keeps.
The vital is in an uproar
I’m calming down now.
My yoga works.
I sit in spiritual vision
and confess my soul.
When they’re hurting your child what do you do?
When he’s crying and talking of suicide,
and he’s only 12?
They’ve made him think he’s crazy
with all the gaslighting,
and do no forget he’s been beat.
I can’t find human unity here.
Now I understand someone else’s child
is dear to you too,
and along comes some man
who changes their dream,
hits them hard
with the facts of life.
You’re a bugger aren’t you?
No I am now a healed man,
feeling what you feel
when you look at me.
You want them punished.
You want the child safe and sound.
You want him healed,
but the formula for that is not in your hands.
I’m a call on that notion.
I’ve a vehicle of self-healing’s swirl,
and I know how to heal children.
I know how to open their consciousness,
and I am flabbergasted
divine process has ruined me
and flattened my child.
This is not fair.
It’s not right.
My ego blunders.
I sit in your stool and say that.
I point the finger at other people.
I arrange them with my hate,
because they’ve killed my child
where they hurt him,
and they hurt him in his love for God,
his trust in the Mother,
and they beat him for his love for me,
and all the while say they know I was good to him.
They’re his parents and they have the right to take
and beat
that mother told me that in a swaggered brag.
You lift your head up and see me
mourning over a child,
like I’ve never been healed.
That child is still my number one day.
Okay what did I do?
I made that child’s feelings God.
Attracted to him,
I gave him God’s eyes.
I gave the world a bath
when he was little.
I tempered him through Dog
as a medium for our affection.
We loved each other through a Rottweiler’s fur.
Healing’s ways visited me
like a mountain tribe
close to the sun.
I was guided.
The feelings of God
I opened up in me
to care for this child.
So many tools I used,
so many make it right.
Then the Devil comes in and damns it all,
and you dance to this tune.
Do you know how much power the Hostile Powers have
to turn off our lights?
It makes you question the divine.
It makes you try to blame God.
What do I do what do I do?
I come back to myself of course.
I peel off this hate
from blocking the psychic’s view.
I stand and sing.
How far you have to go inside yourself to find human unity.
I’m afraid most can’t do that.
We have to have developed souls,
and we have had to have found oneness inside ourselves.
How many go that far?
We’re in the stage of adopting belief.
Can we understand a multi-generational project?
We want the consciousness open,
so our children can grow up wise,
a human unity bundle,
but you have to get it right with children,
so they can make the journey
if you can’t,
the journey inside
our yoga talks about.
I’m a vehicle on that worth,
and I’m hamstrung right now
for loss of my boy.
I am just this landed fish
speaking into your microphone.
Now I’m supposed to tell yah
human unity is a spiritual aim,
soul’s quarters.
I believe, I believe, I believe [line heard sung, from It's Too Late To Turn Back Now]
don’t bring it through your front door.
It comes when you’ve seen the One
with its own eyes,
a vision in consciousness.
You can’t rule it into play.
It’s not a textbook model.
Can you find spiritual process?
Isolate that nigger.
This is perfect sin.
The suffering is so explosive.
I don’t know how to manage it.
I’ve managed art with it,
so radiation in purpose,
and I die by the public barrier.
No one wants to hear this.
It’s just spilled upon my paperwork.
People would slap me for it
instead of help.
I just sit here and cry
so often.
You know I’ve heard from that boy.
The insanity with which his mother has put him,
so she can keep him from the slightest contact
with a man who raised him,
would make you want to put her away
if you knew the extent of it.
He will tell no one but me,
and those around her support her.
It’s a living nightmare,
and this is what happens when you do right with a child
and turn on their lights.
I’m an Auroville side keeper.
I’m conducting the experiment in my home.
I think you’re too rigid for that
in your mainstream rooms.
Surely the consciousness will change one day,
but you don’t know how.
I bring in that formula,
and you won’t even look at it.
Now it’s been captured by the Hostile Powers,
and no community supports me
to engage these misguided parents.
What do I do?
Stay close to him in inner consciousness
and hold him there,
wait for him to give me some outer contact,
with no satisfaction that will come.
You sit there and enjoy this,
the child removed from my lair,
kept from my clutches.
I pity you.
You are not the experiment.
I throw you a human unity ball,
and I would get into the quick of things,
if you let me,
in your own rooms,
by doing art
and making it public so you can see.
What are the issues that divide us?
The handle of children,
I can take you
to where we are feet with them,
the places that society all sees
but gives it permission to be,
and I can take you to their God room,
and what beauty can come out of a child
when their inner doors are open
to the God-felt expression of their soul.
A social trigger we do not fathom but persecute,
when it’s as deep as this
into our children’s honey.
When it’s social honey,
can you come together on this
and extend us your hand?
I can give you his song
inner hearing wrote.
Listen to the boy.
You know he’s months away
from being taken from his home at the lake
and made to feel so alone.
The future folks he’s got in his hands,
and he’s blisterin’ himself now
with his vision of the future that has failed him
now that it’s come to pass.
So much spiritual technology he wrote
to save himself from a future situation transpiring now.
I give you this miracle
if you would but look at it.
He cannot.
He’s not allowed.
The damage is done,
and the light’s been put out,
and he won’t even save himself
but has laid down and died,
giving himself up to total dominion,
and he’ll lie about it if you ask him,
scared of his parents’ wrath.
That’s the hope today,
the boy tells you what’s real
if you ask him.
It’s a hope place to start.
It’s a country road.
It’s the place we land our feet
and give this boy his chance.
The menu,
it’s got Gods all over it,
and it tells what happened
when the boy told his father he wanted to go home,
live with the velacara
in a permanent song,
but that was Sri Aurobindo’s house.
The future is in his voice.
It’s the future in your hands,
if you’ve never seen it before.
He gives a prevision of the future
his soul wrote.
You’ve not seen nothin’ like it.
It’s captured on the journey home
to the lake.
In one fell swoop,
that boy tells you how the cow ate the cabbage,
and you’ll just have to sit up and take notice
the boy heard this line by line
spoken into his inner ear
complete and unabridged.
We used my voice recorder.
Other than that no help given.
Now tell me this boy should be shot.
This is a cooperative journey.
We can’t leave Nithish there.
He’s a prototype
of a brand new kid,
and boy does he have baggage.
What was meant to be:
we are consciousness bundles,
and by our poetry you see that
we can bring you vehicles in consciousness
headed for our high change.
Eat that in the Menu of the Gods.
Can we find Auroville?
I’m drivin’ you home.
On August 19th, I sent the following small poem to both Facebook group’s admins with a link to the poem here on my blog, asking again that they post the poem, and in my stats I saw that two people in India came here from Facebook, and it’s reasonable to assume that was admin from one or both of those groups. Within a couple of days, Auroville, INDIA posted not only it but also two more posts I had pending, all at once. One can only say thank you when that happens.
Do somethin’
more than just an operator’s opinion.
It puts human unity in your lap,
and I’m the border they cross.
Don’t kill it again.
It’s costly.
You’re destroyin’ human unity.
Can you get a handle on it?
Censorship is for what’s wrong
and makes us bleed.
Is it really for what makes us right?
Answer the question,
and that’s the ordinary.
Let’s cup in our hands the extraordinary.
I give you a ride there in this poem.
The Mother of the Day
Everybody deserves credit,
the ebook I’m about to give you.
Do you know what’s real?
Don’t give me any chances.
And why not?
Put me in the hospital,
be in a hostel.
Don’t put me in the world.
Thrown out
of life paradise with you.
But someone he gets mixed up.
He gets really missed.
Bury your head.
Now I can’t be a boy.
[two above lines heard sung, from my song “I Never Boy”]
https://youtu.be/kvx_uZ9iWKc?si=SbDujgGn4kJrjp_K
I’m in concert.
Can you believe it,
that I’m deaf?
When you first arrived,
was that before rise here?
You’re here all day with her.
Basically I wanted knowledge.
She leans down not to help her calm.
It’s inevitable
we have the victory in the Mother’s hands.
Like lost his faith left and right.
He didn’t trust the Mother.
She’s real to him,
and she’s so present in his life.
He speaks to her in vision,
always soothing him,
always assuring him,
making sure he’s on the right track.
She is gentle but firm,
and there she is in vision again,
the Mother’s face looking into mine.
She’s there to tell me it’s okay.
The Mother is working on changing the ground of reality.
This situation had to play out last.
It’s about abusing kids
and making them safe in their homes.
The fundamental problem in humanity
our children we hit and beat,
give them spoons
to make them unhappy with.
We are generally mean with kids,
rob them of their wills,
want us to be the center and focus of their lives,
the family tree,
the parent that needs that love.
They belong to God
not to us.
We’ve got to get it right with our children.
This has to happen in a big way.
It has to be seen by many people,
and then change could come.
We will tear the house down
mocked kid and other crimes.
We have to learn with our children
all the ways of the world
that come into blossom/blessing with our children.
[above words heard spoken simultaneously]
We need them to be kings and queens
in how we respect them with our attention.
They are the center of the room,
not our pastime.
They are not a sidelight we’re handlin’.
Sacrifice a parent does
to put that child’s needs above their own.
We’re not here for enjoyment,
though we can enjoy.
We are raising God in our rooms,
big monumental change,
and we will love our children to that door.
How is this done?
With the patience that master plan.
We give them our very lives
and correct their misbehavior with love
that does not hurt them,
but knows how to employ their own will
to overcome their blunders.
Patience and kindness,
it’s our children we’re holdin’ you see.
Who can live up to this plan?
It is a model we use every day
to come into the kingship with our children,
and we start with they are not hit or beat
or have their pants pulled down for our enjoyment.
We leave their genitals alone,
but we do not make them put shame there
or keep them from their own file.
We are liberal with our children,
and we give them their natural development
and do not stand in the way
when they have a soul purpose different from ours.
They may not stay in your home
once they’re grown.
This change is coming,
and it’s gonna change the Earth.
It will heal all our problems
that we make upon ourselves.
It’s the number one duty in humanity,
pickin’ up God growin’ up,
making our children safe with us,
allowing them to be free,
allowing them to follow their own path,
allowing them to be who they are,
not put our trails on them
and force them to follow.
Can you see this change?
It’s how we raise our children.
It will be the talk of humanity soon,
and we will standardize this with love,
and abusers will be punished—
according to the old rule.
The new rule does not punish children,
who are also parents
or some other person
that has damaged a child.
We see the child in the adult
who grew up on the receiving end
of what they’re dishing out today.
Change forms it’s still the same nature,
but we do not just let it ride.
We engage that parent,
that adult,
in terms of love
that knows how to handle people,
that that man that woman puts on
to find their way out of meanness,
to find their way out of abuse.
A separation model
must needs to be truly called for.
This is integral care.
This is holistic healing.
We will protect children,
but not from monsters,
from erring adults.
I cannot spell out to you this plan
in one sentence.
I can show you the way.
You hear the Mother,
and this is her master plan.
We touch our children
with all systems go.
We’re climbin’ love.
This is the Character of Man
ஆங்கில பதிப்புக்கு கீழே தமிழ் மொழிபெயர்ப்பு.
I am not just an idealist. I have practical means in my hands. The conversation we need to be having as a humanity is not about climate change, or stopping war, or whatever pressing issue confronts us. It’s how we raise our children. We go to the roots of society and change there. It will take a long time to get a world conversation going on this pressing need, but we can start right here in Pondicherry and maybe Auroville too.
I would like to start a group with you to facilitate that very thing. We would need to have some sort of charter to present to the conversation, and then we push that conversation onto the news media and Pondicherry social and charitable organizations, and we would push with much force, using examples of abuse such as what Nithish is undergoing. There are five main points we press.
The number one thing we give any child is that they learn to love God and seek God in whatever form or name their soul chooses, and that becomes apparent as the child gets older. It might be the God or Gods the parents follow, but, as in the case of Nithish, it might be a different definition of God. (I might add here that is not the Mother but Supermind.)
Number two, the child is taught that they have a soul and that it has a purpose for their life, and it’s the job of the child and the parents to find that purpose as the child grows up.
If the parents are atheist, then they give their child the love of the highest ideals in humanity, compassion, empathy, self-giving, self-sacrifice, respect for the individual, self-respect, and sincerity to name a few. And the atheist parents are open to that child also loving God if that happens, and they endeavor to discover the child’s natural talents and abilities and help the child to express those in their schooling and in their choice of vocation.
Three, we define child abuse not only to mean physically or sexually abusing them, or abusing children emotionally, but also to include controlling your child beyond their needs to be controlled. It would also include not allowing them to see someone significantly important to the child whom the child loves dearly, grandparents, trusted adult, whomever. It would include what Nithish’s parents are doing to him, brainwashing and psychologically manipulating him to love them and not his American parent. He is a good example of the spectrum of abuse, and I would like to make his example known in Pondicherry.
Physical abuse will be defined as giving any physical pain to your child so to punish them or be mean to them. Sexual abuse will be defined as touching your child’s genitals in any context other than washing them or healing them. I have seen in the urban village of Kuruchikuppam mothers, grandmothers, fathers, grandfathers, aunties, uncles, and just people nearby play with the penis of boys under five, as a regular practice. Although it’s not now known in science, the boys grow up and disrespect women, and, if the playing with it is more intense, that boy will grow up gay or to be a pedophile.
Four, school will be more focused on teaching children to be good human beings rather than on academics, but academics will still be important. Nothing will by forced on them to learn, and their own will will be respected, and they will be taught to use their will beginning when they are very small, so they can control themselves, and their will is not broken by their parents or teachers.
And five, what characterizes our group from any other group working for change in the world is that we are holistic in our methods and do not condemn the abuser and do not deny them their humanity and their own healing. We harmonize the abuser into the process of healing, as a passenger, do not call for their punishment, do not use anger and hatred to deal with them, although allowing the abused child to be angry at them is part of the healing process of that child. We, the people facilitating the healing of child abuse, use reason and compassion, but in cases where a child needs protected and fast, we would use the police if need be. When the abuser and the child are ready, we will allow contact between them so that healing can occur. This is holistic healing, soul healing, how we heal in the afterlife, although this is still unknown. The Nithish Foundation will show the reality of this healing method to the world.
I call the group Nithish Foundation because he is the occasion for it. In America, when a new child abuse law is passed, it’s named after the child that caused the law to be made.
இதுதான் மனிதனின் அரசியலமைப்பு
நான் ஒரு இலட்சியவாதி மட்டுமல்ல. என் கையில் நடைமுறை நடவடிக்கைகள் உள்ளன. மனிதநேயமாக நாம் செய்ய வேண்டிய உரையாடல் பருவநிலை மாற்றம், அல்லது போரை நிறுத்துதல், அல்லது நம்மை எதிர்கொள்ளும் எந்த ஒரு அழுத்தமான பிரச்சினை பற்றியும் அல்ல.
குழந்தைகளை எப்படி வளர்க்கிறோம் என்பதைப் பற்றி பேச வேண்டும். நாம் சமூகத்தின் வேர்களுக்குச் சென்று அங்கு மாறுகிறோம். இந்த அழுத்தமான தேவையைப் பற்றி உலக உரையாடலைப் பெறுவதற்கு நீண்ட நேரம் எடுக்கும், ஆனால் நாம் இங்கேயே பாண்டிச்சேரியில் தொடங்கலாம், ஒருவேளை ஆரோவில்லிலும் கூட இருக்கலாம்.
இதைச் செய்ய உங்களுடன் ஒரு குழுவைத் தொடங்க விரும்புகிறேன். உரையாடலுக்கு முன்வைக்க எங்களிடம் ஒருவித சாசனம் இருக்க வேண்டும், பின்னர் அந்த உரையாடலை செய்தி ஊடகங்கள் மற்றும் பாண்டிச்சேரி சமூக மற்றும் தொண்டு நிறுவனங்களுக்குத் தள்ளுவோம், மேலும் இதை நாங்கள் மிகவும் வலுவாகத் தள்ளுவோம். நித்திஷ் என்ன கஷ்டப்படுகிறார் என்பது போன்ற துஷ்பிரயோகங்களின் உதாரணங்களைப் பயன்படுத்துகிறோம். நாம் அழுத்தும் ஐந்து முக்கிய புள்ளிகள் உள்ளன.
எந்தவொரு குழந்தைக்கும் நாம் கொடுக்கும் முதன்மையான விஷயம் என்னவென்றால், அவர்கள் கடவுளை நேசிக்க கற்றுக்கொள்கிறார்கள் மற்றும் அவர்களின் ஆன்மா தேர்ந்தெடுக்கும் எந்த வடிவத்தில் அல்லது பெயரில் கடவுளைத் தேடுகிறார்கள், அது குழந்தை வயதாகும்போது தெளிவாகிறது. அது கடவுளாக இருக்கலாம் அல்லது பெற்றோர் பின்பற்றும் கடவுள்களாக இருக்கலாம், ஆனால், நித்திஷைப் போலவே, இது கடவுளின் வேறுவிதமான வரையறையாக இருக்கலாம். (அதை நான் இங்கே சேர்க்கலாம், அது தாய் அல்ல, சூப்பர் மைண்ட்.).
எண் இரண்டு, குழந்தைக்கு ஒரு ஆத்மா இருப்பதாகவும், அது அவர்களின் வாழ்க்கைக்கு ஒரு நோக்கம் இருப்பதாகவும் கற்பிக்கப்படுகிறது, மேலும் குழந்தை வளரும்போது அந்த நோக்கத்தைக் கண்டுபிடிப்பது குழந்தை மற்றும் பெற்றோரின் வேலை.
பெற்றோர்கள் நாத்திகர்கள் என்றால், அவர்கள் தங்கள் குழந்தைக்கு மனிதநேயம், இரக்கம், பச்சாதாபம், சுயநலம், தியாகம், தனிமனித மரியாதை, சுயமரியாதை, மற்றும் சிலவற்றைப் பெயரிடும் நேர்மை ஆகியவற்றில் உயர்ந்த இலட்சியங்களின் அன்பை வளர்க்கிறார்கள். நாத்திக பெற்றோர்கள் அந்தக் குழந்தைக்கும் கடவுளை நேசிப்பதற்காகத் திறந்திருக்கிறார்கள், மேலும் அவர்கள் குழந்தையின் இயல்பான திறமைகள் மற்றும் திறன்களைக் கண்டறிய முயற்சி செய்கிறார்கள், மேலும் அவர்கள் தங்கள் பள்ளிப் படிப்பிலும், அவர்கள் தேர்ந்தெடுக்கும் தொழிலிலும் குழந்தைகளை வெளிப்படுத்த உதவுகிறார்கள்.
மூன்று, சிறார் துஷ்பிரயோகம் என்பது அவர்களை உடல் ரீதியாகவோ அல்லது பாலியல் ரீதியாகவோ துஷ்பிரயோகம் செய்வது அல்லது குழந்தைகளை உணர்ச்சி ரீதியில் துஷ்பிரயோகம் செய்வது மட்டுமல்லாமல், உங்கள் பிள்ளையை கட்டுப்படுத்த வேண்டிய தேவைகளுக்கு அப்பால் கட்டுப்படுத்துவதையும் நாங்கள் வரையறுக்கிறோம். குழந்தை அன்பாக நேசிக்கும் குழந்தை, தாத்தா பாட்டி, நம்பகமான பெரியவர், யாராக இருந்தாலும் அவர்களுக்கு குறிப்பிடத்தக்க முக்கியமான ஒருவரைப் பார்க்க அனுமதிக்காததும் இதில் அடங்கும். இதில் அடங்கும் நித்திஷின் பெற்றோர்கள் அவருக்கு என்ன செய்கிறார்கள், மூளைச் சலவை செய்து, உளவியல் ரீதியாக அவரைக் கையாள்வது, அவர்களை நேசிப்பதற்காக, அவருடைய அமெரிக்க அப்பாவை அல்ல. துஷ்பிரயோகத்தின் ஸ்பெக்ட்ரம் என்பதற்கு அவர் ஒரு தெளிவான உதாரணம். அவரது உதாரணத்தை பாண்டிச்சேரியில் தெரியப்படுத்த விரும்புகிறேன்.
உடல் ரீதியான துஷ்பிரயோகம் என்பது உங்கள் பிள்ளைக்கு ஏதேனும் உடல் வலியைக் கொடுப்பது என வரையறுக்கப்படும், அதனால் அவர்களைத் தண்டிப்பதற்காக அல்லது அவர்களுடன் இழிவாக நடந்து கொள்ள வேண்டும். பாலியல் துஷ்பிரயோகம் என்பது உங்கள் குழந்தையின் பிறப்புறுப்பைக் குளிப்பாட்டுவது அல்லது மருந்து கொடுப்பது போன்றவற்றைத் தவிர வேறு எந்த வகையிலும் தொடுவதாக வரையறுக்கப்படும். குருச்சிக்குப்பம் நகர்ப்புற கிராமத்தில் அம்மாக்கள், பாட்டி, அப்பா, தாத்தா, அத்தைகள், மாமாக்கள் மற்றும் அருகில் உள்ளவர்கள் ஐந்து வயதுக்குட்பட்ட ஆண் குழந்தைகளின் ஆணுறுப்பை வைத்து விளையாடுவதை வழக்கமான நடைமுறையாகப் பார்த்திருக்கிறேன். இது இன்னும் அறிவியலால் அறியப்படவில்லை என்றாலும், நீங்கள் சிறுவர்களுக்கு அவ்வாறு செய்தால் அவர்கள் வளர்ந்து பெண்களை அவமரியாதை செய்கிறார்கள், மேலும் விளையாடுவது மிகவும் தீவிரமானதாக இருந்தால், அந்த பையன் ஓரினச்சேர்க்கையாளராக அல்லது குழந்தை துஷ்பிரயோகம் செய்பவராக வளர்வார்.
மேலும் நான்கு, கல்வியாளர்களை விட நல்ல மனிதர்களாக இருக்க குழந்தைகளுக்கு கற்பிப்பதில் பள்ளி அதிக கவனம் செலுத்தும், ஆனால் கல்வியாளர்கள் இன்னும் முக்கியமானதாக இருக்கும். அவர்கள் கற்றுக்கொள்வதற்காக எதுவும் கட்டாயப்படுத்தப்படாது, மேலும் அவர்களின் சொந்த விருப்பம் மதிக்கப்படும், மேலும் அவர்கள் மிகவும் சிறியவர்களாக இருக்கும்போது அவர்களின் விருப்பத்தைப் பயன்படுத்த கற்றுக்கொடுக்கப்படுவார்கள், எனவே அவர்கள் தங்களைக் கட்டுப்படுத்திக் கொள்ள முடியும். அவர்களின் பெற்றோரும் ஆசிரியர்களும் தங்கள் விருப்பத்தை மீறாமல் இருக்க கற்றுக்கொள்வார்கள்.
மற்றும் ஐந்து, உலகில் மாற்றத்திற்காக உழைக்கும் வேறு எந்தக் குழுவிலிருந்தும் எங்கள் குழுவின் சிறப்பியல்பு என்னவென்றால், நாங்கள் எங்கள் முறைகளில் முழுமையானவர்கள் மற்றும் துஷ்பிரயோகம் செய்பவரைக் கண்டிக்காதீர்கள் மற்றும் அவர்களின் மனிதநேயத்தையும் அவர்களின் சொந்த குணப்படுத்துதலையும் மறுக்கவில்லை. துஷ்பிரயோகம் செய்பவரை குணப்படுத்தும் செயல்பாட்டில் நாங்கள் ஒத்திசைக்கிறோம், ஒரு பயணியாக, அவர்களை தண்டிக்க வேண்டாம், கோபத்தையும் வெறுப்பையும் அவர்களுடன் சமாளிக்க வேண்டாம், இருப்பினும் துஷ்பிரயோகம் செய்யப்பட்ட குழந்தையை அவர்கள் மீது கோபப்பட அனுமதிப்பது குணப்படுத்தும் செயல்முறையின் ஒரு பகுதியாகும். துஷ்பிரயோகம் செய்பவரும் குழந்தையும் தயாரானதும், அவர்களுக்கிடையே தொடர்பை அனுமதிப்போம், அதனால் குணமடையும். இது முழுமையான குணப்படுத்துதல், ஆன்மா குணப்படுத்துதல், இயற்கையான சிகிச்சைமுறை, மரணத்திற்குப் பிறகு மரணத்திற்குப் பிறகு நாம் குணப்படுத்தும் முறை, இது இன்னும் அறியப்படவில்லை. நிதிஷ் அறக்கட்டளை இந்த குணப்படுத்தும் யதார்த்தத்தை உலகிற்கு காண்பிக்கும்.
அவர்தான் அதற்கான சந்தர்ப்பம் என்பதால் அந்த குழுவை நிதிஷ் அறக்கட்டளை என்று அழைக்கிறேன். அமெரிக்காவில், ஒரு புதிய குழந்தை துஷ்பிரயோக சட்டம் இயற்றப்படும் போது, அதற்கு சட்டம் இயற்றப்படுவதற்கு காரணமான குழந்தையின் பெயரிடப்பட்டது.
This manifesto is written to the Pondicherry and local area social worker Masil Johnson, to Pondy, Auroville, and the world, by Donny Lee Duke, May 25, 2024, Usteri Lake, Tamil Nadu
An Incidence in Man
He’s read by anger.
He says it beautifully and sweetly.
I saw the changes
up front.
He’s just so confused, afraid.
I feel sorry for him.
It’s his lowest book,
give you trouble.
He doesn’t know what to do with himself.
I’ve already got complaint.
Pound the report.
He keeps forgetting the name
of the trashcan
they threw him in the night it happened.
You’ll do exactly what I say
to waters,
to water.
It pulls him.
He does it.
He masturbates in front of his father and mother.
I have a question.
Why do they want him to masturbate?
You would think it would be the other way around.
It was.
It’s soon to be pleasure house.
There, there now the father’s hand.
You’ll get a rise out of me in a minute with this.
After that
he met the strong end of the law.
Come help,
and Sandiya slapped him as he pulled,
pulls his red car.
He felt his little toy rear end.
He screamed,
and his father pulled it by the roots again.
Now, he was hysterical,
and that’s how he got into the bathroom
with his mother,
and then she syphoned his little pony to sooth,
golden fellatio.
Son of a bitch,
this is horrible news.
The vision
is exactly what happened,
all the ponies included,
and we rest our case here.
It’s too lost to talk about,
and that boy’s underwear is scared.
This was the opening for him to destroy himself.
This made him blight his tears
for me.
He couldn’t believe
it had happened,
and he kept tryin’ to forget about it.
It was a horror story
out of Genghis Khan.
Now it’s on Facebook,
and you don’t believe it.
I’m sorry it’s true.
Spiritual vision shows it,
and it has shown it all along.
You just didn’t hear me the first time.
Now they put all of this on him,
the surveillance cameras,
the total control,
the psychological manipulation,
the physical abuse,
so he wouldn’t tell me what happened that night,
and that’s why,
dear ladies and gentlemen,
he can have no contact with me whatsoever,
in any shape for form.
They do not know about consciousness.
They think you can hide somethin’
they did to a little boy,
and I’m in union with him.
They don’t know about consciousness.
They think we’re separated,
and we communicate daily.
The boy’s gotten fluffed about it,
and is trying to ignore it.
He wants to accept this abuse and move on.
He has been ruined in character,
totally humiliated
where he meets the world,
and is scared to death of his parents
when they’re in their wrath.
He will do anything for them,
except tell me to get lost.
Okay now that’s you’ve heard the story what are you gonna do?
Nothin’.
We haven’t crossed this bridge before.
You just listen to stories.
No one will question this kid
with the proper treatment.
They let his mother rule,
and she is not good to him.
Okay Pondy it’s your stuff.
You need to see this,
because this boy died on the Cross
so you wouldn’t abuse your children.
Can you figure me here?
He’s a representative example
of what you do to children,
just so exaggerated
so it has the impact it has
to show you abuse is wrong.
You don’t know about representative figures.
They’re a holy book.
They are like a Christ,
and you need to see them
so you can get the full effect.
This is godly awful, isn’t it?
Imagine what it’s like
to be one with this child,
sharing consciousness together no holds barred,
and then he’s taken from me
and has this done to him,
and I have to watch
a helpless observer.
I screamed and I carried on
to advocates, the TV news, and the Child Help Line.
No one would question that kid
or even worry about it.
I was a crazy lark
that needed to shut up,
but I’m an activist,
and I know my stuff.
This story has gone out to every major NGO in the country
that deals with child’s rights
and preventing them from being abused,
several Pondy TV news channels,
and every major newspaper in the country.
This story will get out,
when the election’s over.
There’s no stoppin’ it now,
and I’ll be right there
to receive that boy
to take him home and heal him,
because that’s what union does.
You’re unified on oneness,
and systems of abuse
do not have ground of being.
It’s a union story
of love and kindness.
It’s oneness’ story,
the heart of compassion,
knowledge of one another
where the soul sees.
I’m sorry I’m teachin’ yah new things.
You’re not good with innovative stuff
when it involves the terms and conditions of our being,
what a human being is,
and how it tries
to rise up out of human being
into the next class.
I give you there
with this kid.
That’s our endeavor together,
to change man.
Now tell me again I can’t heal this kid,
but the truth of the matter
is that we’ll heal each other.
I’m in the same shape he’s in,
only I will take the lead
because I’m his daddy,
and daddies,
my sweet audience,
really do know best.
Thank you Pondicherry
for letting him heal at my house,
his home before all this started,
his place of refuge and safety,
a place of loving dog.
And that,
my dear friends,
is where this chapter ends.
Did you know dogs are with us to become human beings?
The soul says this,
and evolution’s its spur.
That’s why they live in our homes.
That’s why they’re our children.
They have an appointment with destiny
when they change to the higher kind,
and for a mountain of dog lives
they learn the ways of human being,
until they become a Lisa,
my beloved dead Rottweiler,
and they have the magic of human being in their eyes
growin’ their understanding inside.
They have reached the pinnacle of dog,
and our house raises dog,
and that boy’s right in the middle of it,
lovin’ those dogs
and those dogs lovin’ him.
Imagine how his dogs felt when he was taken.
They’ve never seen him again.
We have the ingredients for healing I tell you,
even in the notion of dream.
It’s candy for us.
What did you dream last night?
And we all tell.
We have a healing house,
and we’re ready for this boy
to return.
Now Pondicherry we’re a prototype,
and you’ve gotta be big enough to see it.
You’re a big enough town for it.
The supramental manifestation on Earth
descended here first.
You grapple with big things.
It’s time you knew that,
and it’s you Pondicherry,
you,
that replaces Jerusalem
as the city of hope,
the city of peace,
and we’re here to help you with that,
me and this boy.
Okay Pondicherry,
let us heal.
You’ll have to give me the man roles.
What have we here?
Look at this kid,
strangely peacock
even in defeat.
Are you listenin’ Pondicherry?
Tell me a secret.
I get him smooth.
You crazy person,
you’re by the wall;
I’ll try not to
tell you to get lost
after the election.
We are the soul rise,
he and I,
and I understand your concern,
and I understand your confusion.
Boy get it to become man,
and we’re hit Pondicherry on the head
of its going to school.
Now laugh at that will yah,
and tell me I’m a fool.
You haven’t read his poetry yet,
nor seen that strength of soul.
Just sit back and relax
and review our material.
Videos, poems, and songs
will knock your socks off,
will do your head in,
will be kind and gentle and sweet,
every time you see us talk,
but we will be loud,
and awfully bright.
Now here am I in front of Pondicherry,
goodnight.
Hey, can I get you something?
Do you need to cut us up in pieces and throw it away?
You don’t need to do anything except go with the movement.
We know how to ride the storm.
What happened?
You heard the story that they took ‘im
and all that ensued,
and I am his daddy,
and I would like to raise him again.
All sorts of thought
we give you Pondicherry.
One came in a dog suit.
Vision of Luna. (vision of my Rottweiler standing outside near a wood)
The wrong
people
have that boy now.
You need to see this
and make it right.
You can see the future in us
if you look hard enough.
Nithish and his daddy,
now that’s an item.
There’s no reason to fear that now.
He’ll be at break tomorrow.
The train station
on Friday comin’ here.
I’ll have to turn him in the grocery store,
and toys,
many presents,
we let him have.
He’s got a healin’ train a comin’,
and it’s at the station now.
What an active young man.
Who are you?
The poet
of the sunrise of humanity.
Let’s move his truck,
and he can express that,
and I’m his keeper,
and I’m his teacher
there at dawn too.
Please hear us.
We’re the Milky Way.
We’ve got good news,
the colors in the rainbow,
either in social media
or every place you meet us on the street.
That’s rock bottom vision.
It goes like this:
do you hear our pull?
We’re a look out for human beings.
Can I wash off the dog?
Get it right with human beings.
Nithish is with his parents.
Don’t say anything now.
One for… (vision of Nithish sitting at a computer and his mother and auntie are standing behind him, Sandiya taking a photo of him with a flat, silver, square camera, telling him to pose, and I realize they are taking a photo record of him to compete with mine, making a sudden concentrated effort to do that to rival the photos I post of him)
It looks like a photo shoot,
and they’ve got the video to prove it.
And there he is.
I had no idea.
Nithish you’re asking me a question:
where do you divide the partition?
As long as you’re careful not to do that,
tear me apart,
we wouldn’t partition ourselves.
Your parents are using you for propaganda.
They’re taking pictures to rival me.
I took spontaneous pictures of you.
The difference is tearing me apart.
You’re open
to they put you here they put you there,
like they’re doin’ it for you,
and you give them that warm smile,
thinking you have their business.
It’s not the same baby dog,
and I wonder if you can even feel it,
so lost you are in their approval and validation,
so far you are away from me.
I don’t like Bozos,
Bozo the Clown.
Put that on the street.
Grace school is himself. (vision of Grace his Beagle puppy standing in a table chair on her hind legs with her front paws on the table)
He’s in his underwear.
He’s big and small and little and mean.
He won’t take no for an answer.
He’s not dedicated to you,
and something happened that changed his mind.
You did not seem relief.
You were not there for him.
You didn’t come,
and you were crazy with grief.
You wanted to see him so badly
it turned him away from you.
He doesn’t respect you.
He believes the brainwashing.
He doesn’t know what’s up.
He doesn’t care to find out.
You want to know if he’s happy
and doesn’t need you.
He can’t find himself.
He’s alone on the inside,
and if you can’t see sadness in his eyes,
you can feel it in his heart.
He wants to see you
and need is comin’.
He doesn’t understand what’s happened.
He’s too little for that.
He wants so see you
help.
He has not gained by loosing you.
His life is something forcing.
He’s a painted doll.
You are his flower.
He just wants to sit and be with you,
but he doesn’t want to see this too loudly.
He doesn’t want to be in the garbage can
anymore
with his parents.
All that’s over.
That he doesn’t renounce you that’s okay.
They just keep him from you,
and the phone call the other day they got by.
You’re crazy and confused his mind
was their answer.
And now you’ve declared you’re gonna die to see ‘im,
hunger strike.
I’m in trouble.
This will all fall on me.
Hear him now?
Is he worried about you?
They don’t want him to be but yes.
He doesn’t want you to die.
Will he do anything to stop it?
He would try.
Now all this bad news,
that makes you feel so bad,
is gonna change.
When you see him again you’ll know you’re there,
and he will remember past lives,
and he’ll want it there.
He’ll reveal secrets.
He will be with you in every heartbeat,
and this will open that boy’s mind
to convince his parent’s of his need to see you.
This is incredible news
and will change the story.
He will be yours again,
and they will have to contend with that.
Is there a public on the way?
It happened.
The public got wind of this,
and you’re showin’ it to them now.
You’re in the Pondy poems,
and this one’s the big one
for their being’s worth.
He has my note.
He has my seven.
We need him to see you,
and that’s soon.
He doesn’t know which way is up.
And you’re gonna show him Heaven’s door. (vision of Nithish sitting on the curb of a street and looking up at me with such open love)
He’s the taste in your room.
You’re his special surprise.
He knows you’re comin’.
Will you listen to me?
This was our world,
the great and hidden pain of death.
And you’ve got me on time,
before I forgot you.
There I’ll see you on Friday.
You make the test model fight too.
It’s prevision,
and it will become active soon.
Oh there were his plug pluses down there.
There were him.
“The samadhi of the Gods is in my heart
water drops.”
He will felt good listenin’.
Have you watched your video yet?
I’m not lookin’ to do that.
What’s wrong with you?
No contact with me,
that and I want you to leave me alone.
Two notes from the ranger.
You are being awfully bad.
We have to waste time here and I show it to you.
Here,
and will you come when they ask?
I would go in a heartbeat.
But you won’t watch the video?
I’m scared to feel the pain.
I don’t want to remember you.
I don’t want to cry.
Alright little boy,
you aren’t the greatest little boy in the world,
but I will see you soon.
The Question of Nithish
For Nithish
it has to be longer than five minutes,
and no mother present.
What’s wrong with this?
It gives him room to breathe.
He can be himself again.
He doesn’t have to obey his parents.
He can see me freely and openly and clearly.
He can tell me anything he wants.
We can be together without any interference from anyone else.
We can be our special relationship.
I can explain things to him.
He can explain things to me.
He can tell me what he wants from me,
and how he feels about me,
and what he expects me to do.
We can be together again.
If you are looking for total control,
you’re not gonna get it,
Sandiya and Sundar.
He has needs that you are not meeting.
In not letting him see me
you’re only meeting your own.
Why are your needs so much more important than his?
You are offended that I threatened you with this and that.
I was genuinely hurt when Sandiya brought a policeman to put me in jail.
I have made no case or complaint against you.
I have merely tried to see Nithish,
because I know
he needs me too,
and to cut me out of his life like that,
because you were angry with me,
and allow no contact whatsoever,
has brutalized this boy,
broken his heart,
torn his mind,
and made him at times wish he were dead.
He cannot tell you these things.
There is not that level of trust there.
He cannot trust you not to beat him,
scold him,
or tell him how he should think and feel.
You are not on his side.
You are on yours.
I am a parent of this child.
Reality shows that not some legal piece of paper.
You disregard that like it’s nothing.
Take the time to view these videos,
and tell me I am a bad parent,
and I have nothing to give him
that is valuable for his future life.
I can give him things you cannot.
You can give him things that I can’t.
Why are you being so selfish about this boy?
Why do you want to own him so?
Is it a matter of pride?
He’s yours and you want him and that’s it?
Is it because I’m a foreigner,
and we are all devils?
Or is it because he loves me so,
as much as he loves you,
and you just can’t stand that?
What about his needs?
That’s what I’m talking about here,
and I’m showing you that I meet.
I have asked you for time alone with him,
so he and I can determine what we want.
Are you afraid he will put you in jail?
That’s not our intention or our aim.
We simply want to be together again,
and I’m asking for a first meeting
to allow that to happen,
slowly,
and with everybody’s goodwill,
not some final meeting where he’s forced to say goodbye,
and you have pumped him with what he should say,
and you are there guarding him so he will say it.
Are you sure you know right from wrong?
You are not being right here.
Let’s talk about the future Nithish.
You have broken his heart,
crushed the love of one of the most important people in his life,
made his mind think badly about me,
mean things,
and you expect him to be a decent person,
a good man?
You have killed love,
and you have killed his kindness,
and you have killed his compassion.
What can of man will he become?
A mean man.
What kind of boy is he now?
Is he disconfigured?
How easily does he become aggressive,
or angry?
Is he often rude?
Does he brood a lot?
Does he get lost in himself?
Where has the Nithish gone,
that not so perfect boy
before you took him?
He was not perfect but he was a good little boy,
kindhearted and understanding.
Now all the bad elements have taken over in him,
have they not?
I know you see a difference.
Look at his weight.
I’m sorry Sandiya he played outside here too.
You can see the videos.
He did not just sit around all the time.
So where did all that weight go?
He’s been very unhappy inside,
emotionally upset,
sick in his heart
and aggravated in his mind,
and the control you put on him,
to keep him away from me,
a boy just putting on his teenage wings,
is enough to make any boy mad.
Why are you doing all of this
I ask again.
Did he do anything wrong?
He loves a foreign man
and prefers that hand to raise him over yours.
That’s his great sin.
He needs you he needs me,
but he prefers the home that I give him,
and I think we’ve hit the soul of your anger.
You’re mad at him for that,
and you hate me for it.
So you punish him and you punish me,
with heartache and mental pain.
When will it stop?
It doesn’t stop.
Time only hides it,
and it not only haunts you for the rest of your life,
it makes you angry and mean,
bitter,
distrustful of the world
and of human relationship.
I am quoting human psychology.
You only know your gut-level reaction.
Can you grow up a little,
Sandiya, Sundar?
Can you meet the needs of your child
over your own?
Let us have a first meeting,
the boy and I,
our own private greeting,
and then we go from there.
It’s the human thing to do.
Do I need to ask if you are human?
Okay please let us begin,
at the Mother’s balcony.
Lidya can bring him.
We can talk a few minutes
in privacy,
and I can show him his new YouTube video,
and then she can bring him back.
Then we go from there,
like I said,
in heartbeats
Nithish.
Pardon the Tamil. I used Google Translate
நித்திஷின் கேள்வி
நிதிஷ் சார்பில்
இது ஐந்து நிமிடங்களுக்கு மேல் இருக்க வேண்டும்,
மற்றும் அம்மா இல்லை.
இதில் என்ன தவறு?
அது அவருக்கு சுவாசிக்க இடமளிக்கிறது.
அவர் மீண்டும் தானே ஆக முடியும்.
அவன் பெற்றோருக்குக் கீழ்ப்படிய வேண்டியதில்லை.
அவர் என்னை சுதந்திரமாகவும் வெளிப்படையாகவும் தெளிவாகவும் பார்க்க முடியும்.
அவர் என்ன வேண்டுமானாலும் என்னிடம் சொல்லலாம்.
யாருடைய குறுக்கீடும் இல்லாமல் நாம் ஒன்றாக இருக்க முடியும்.
நாங்கள் எங்கள் சிறப்பு உறவாக இருக்கலாம்.
நான் அவருக்கு விஷயங்களை விளக்க முடியும்.
அவர் எனக்கு விஷயங்களை விளக்க முடியும்.
அவர் என்னைப் பற்றி எப்படி உணருகிறார்,
நான் என்ன செய்ய வேண்டும் என்று அவர் எதிர்பார்க்கிறார்.
நாம் மீண்டும் ஒன்றாக இருக்கலாம்.
நீங்கள் முழு கட்டுப்பாட்டையும் தேடுகிறீர்கள் என்றால்,
நீங்கள் அதைப் பெற மாட்டீர்கள்,
சந்தியா மற்றும் சுந்தர்.
நீங்கள் சந்திக்காத தேவைகள் அவருக்கு உள்ளன.
என்னை பார்க்க விடாமல் செய்ததில்
நீங்கள் உங்கள் சொந்தத்தை மட்டுமே சந்திக்கிறீர்கள்.
அவரை விட உங்கள் தேவைகள் ஏன் மிகவும் முக்கியமானவை?
நான் உன்னை இப்படியும் அதையும் சொல்லி மிரட்டினேன் என்று கோபித்துக் கொண்டாய்.
சந்தியா என்னை சிறையில் அடைக்க ஒரு போலீஸ்காரரை அழைத்து வந்தபோது நான் உண்மையிலேயே காயப்பட்டேன்.
நான் உங்கள் மீது எந்த வழக்கும் புகாரும் செய்யவில்லை.
நான் நித்திஷைப் பார்க்க முயற்சித்தேன்.
ஏனென்றால் எனக்கு தெரியும்
அவனுக்கும் நான் தேவை
அதுபோல அவனுடைய வாழ்க்கையிலிருந்து என்னை நீக்கவும்,
நீ என் மீது கோபமாக இருந்ததால்,
மற்றும் எந்த தொடர்பும் வேண்டாம்
இந்த சிறுவனை கொடூரமாக கொன்றான்
அவரது இதயத்தை உடைத்து,
அவன் மனதை கிழித்து,
மேலும் சில சமயங்களில் அவர் இறந்துவிட்டதாக ஆசைப்பட வைத்தார்.
இந்த விஷயங்களை அவர் உங்களிடம் சொல்ல முடியாது.
அந்த அளவு நம்பிக்கை அங்கு இல்லை.
அவனை அடிக்காதே என்று உன்னை நம்ப முடியாது.
அவனை திட்டி,
அல்லது அவர் எப்படி நினைக்க வேண்டும் மற்றும் உணர வேண்டும் என்று சொல்லுங்கள்.
நீங்கள் அவர் பக்கம் இல்லை.
நீங்கள் உங்கள் மீது இருக்கிறீர்கள்.
நான் இந்தக் குழந்தையின் பெற்றோர்.
சில சட்டப்பூர்வ காகிதம் அல்ல என்பதை உண்மை காட்டுகிறது.
அது ஒன்றுமில்லை என்பது போல் நீங்கள் புறக்கணிக்கிறீர்கள்.
இந்த வீடியோக்களை பார்க்க நேரம் ஒதுக்குங்கள்,
நான் ஒரு மோசமான பெற்றோர் என்று சொல்லுங்கள்
மேலும் அவருக்கு கொடுக்க என்னிடம் எதுவும் இல்லை
அது அவரது எதிர்கால வாழ்க்கைக்கு மதிப்புமிக்கது.
உங்களால் முடியாததை என்னால் அவருக்கு கொடுக்க முடியும்.
என்னால் முடியாததை நீங்கள் அவருக்குக் கொடுக்கலாம்.
இந்த பையனிடம் ஏன் இவ்வளவு சுயநலமாக இருக்கிறீர்கள்?
நீ ஏன் அவனை இப்படி சொந்தமாக்க விரும்புகிறாய்?
பெருமைக்குரிய விஷயமா?
அவர் உங்களுடையவர், நீங்கள் அவரை விரும்புகிறீர்களா?
நான் வெளிநாட்டவர் என்பதனாலா,
நாம் அனைவரும் பிசாசுகளா?
அல்லது அவர் என்னை மிகவும் நேசிப்பதாலா?
அவர் உன்னை எவ்வளவு நேசிக்கிறார்,
மற்றும் உங்களால் தாங்க முடியவில்லையா?
அவரது தேவைகள் பற்றி என்ன?
அதைத்தான் நான் இங்கே பேசுகிறேன்,
நான் சந்திப்பதை உங்களுக்குக் காட்டுகிறேன்.
அவனுடன் தனியாக நேரம் கேட்டேன்.
அதனால் என்ன வேண்டும் என்பதை அவரும் நானும் தீர்மானிக்க முடியும்.
அவர் உங்களை சிறையில் அடைத்துவிடுவார் என்று பயப்படுகிறீர்களா?
அது எங்கள் நோக்கமோ நோக்கமோ அல்ல.
நாங்கள் மீண்டும் ஒன்றாக இருக்க விரும்புகிறோம்,
மற்றும் நான் முதல் சந்திப்பைக் கேட்கிறேன்
அது நடக்க அனுமதிக்க,
மெதுவாக,
மற்றும் அனைவரின் நல்லெண்ணத்துடன்,
அவர் விடைபெற வேண்டிய கட்டாயத்தில் இருக்கும் இறுதி சந்திப்பு அல்ல,
மேலும் அவர் என்ன சொல்ல வேண்டும் என்று நீங்கள் அவரைத் தூண்டினீர்கள்,
நீங்கள் அங்கே அவரைக் காத்துக்கொண்டிருக்கிறீர்கள், அதனால் அவர் அதைச் சொல்வார்.
சரி தவறா என்று உறுதியாக அறிவீர்களா?
நீங்கள் இங்கே சரியாக இருக்கவில்லை.
நித்திஷின் எதிர்காலத்தைப் பற்றி பேசலாம்.
நீங்கள் அவரது இதயத்தை உடைத்துவிட்டீர்கள்,
அவரது வாழ்க்கையில் மிக முக்கியமான நபர்களில் ஒருவரின் அன்பை நசுக்கினார்,
அவன் மனதை என்னை பற்றி தவறாக நினைக்க வைத்தது
பொருள்,
அவர் ஒரு ஒழுக்கமான நபராக இருக்க வேண்டும் என்று நீங்கள் எதிர்பார்க்கிறீர்கள்,
நல்ல மனிதனா?
காதலை கொன்றாய்,
நீங்கள் அவருடைய இரக்கத்தைக் கொன்றுவிட்டீர்கள்,
நீங்கள் அவருடைய இரக்கத்தைக் கொன்றுவிட்டீர்கள்.
அவன் என்ன மனிதனாக ஆவான்?
ஒரு சராசரி மனிதன்.
இப்போது எப்படிப்பட்ட பையன்?
அவர் சிதைந்துவிட்டாரா?
அவர் எவ்வளவு எளிதாக ஆக்ரோஷமாக மாறுகிறார்
அல்லது கோபமா?
அவர் அடிக்கடி முரட்டுத்தனமாக இருக்கிறாரா?
அவர் நிறைய அடைகாக்கிறாரா?
தனக்குள்ளேயே தொலைந்து விடுகிறாரா?
நிதீஷ் எங்கே போனார்?
அவ்வளவு சரியான பையன் இல்லை
நீங்கள் அவரை அழைத்துச் செல்வதற்கு முன்?
அவர் சரியானவர் அல்ல, ஆனால் அவர் ஒரு நல்ல சிறு பையன்,
அன்பான மற்றும் புரிதல்.
இப்போது அனைத்து கெட்ட கூறுகளும் அவருக்குள் ஆக்கிரமித்துள்ளன,
இல்லையா?
நீங்கள் ஒரு வித்தியாசத்தைப் பார்க்கிறீர்கள் என்று எனக்குத் தெரியும்.
அவருடைய எடையைப் பாருங்கள்.
சந்தியா இங்கேயும் வெளியில் விளையாடியதற்கு மன்னிக்கவும்.
நீங்கள் வீடியோக்களைப் பார்க்கலாம்.
அவர் எல்லா நேரமும் சும்மா உட்கார்ந்திருக்கவில்லை.
அப்படியானால் அந்த எடை எல்லாம் எங்கே போனது?
அவர் உள்ளே மிகவும் மகிழ்ச்சியற்றவராக இருந்தார்,
உணர்ச்சிவசப்பட்டு,
அவரது இதயத்தில் உடம்பு
மற்றும் அவரது மனதில் மோசமாகி,
நீங்கள் அவர் மீது வைத்திருக்கும் கட்டுப்பாடு,
அவனை என்னிடமிருந்து விலக்கி வைக்க,
ஒரு சிறுவன் தனது டீனேஜ் இறக்கைகளை அணிந்து கொண்டான்,
எந்த பையனையும் பைத்தியமாக்க போதும்.
ஏன் இப்படியெல்லாம் செய்கிறீர்கள்
மீண்டும் கேட்கிறேன்.
அவர் ஏதாவது தவறு செய்தாரா?
அவர் ஒரு வெளிநாட்டு மனிதனை காதலிக்கிறார்
உங்கள் கையை விட அவரை உயர்த்த அந்த கையை விரும்புகிறது.
அது அவருடைய பெரிய பாவம்.
அவனுக்கு நீ வேண்டும் அவனுக்கு நான் வேண்டும்
ஆனால் நான் கொடுக்கும் வீட்டை அவர் விரும்புகிறார்.
உங்கள் கோபத்தின் ஆன்மாவை நாங்கள் தாக்கியுள்ளோம் என்று நினைக்கிறேன்.
அதற்காக நீங்கள் அவர் மீது கோபமாக இருக்கிறீர்கள்,
அதற்காக நீங்கள் என்னை வெறுக்கிறீர்கள்.
எனவே நீங்கள் அவரை தண்டிக்கிறீர்கள், என்னையும் தண்டிக்கிறீர்கள்.
இதய வலி மற்றும் மன வலியுடன்.
அது எப்போது நிறுத்தப்படும்?
அது நிற்காது.
காலம் அதை மட்டும் மறைக்கிறது
அது உங்கள் வாழ்நாள் முழுவதும் உங்களைத் துன்புறுத்துவது மட்டுமல்ல,
இது உங்களை கோபமாகவும், அர்த்தமாகவும் ஆக்குகிறது
கசப்பான,
உலகின் மீது அவநம்பிக்கை
மற்றும் மனித உறவு.
நான் மனித உளவியலை மேற்கோள் காட்டுகிறேன்.
உங்கள் குடல் நிலை எதிர்வினை மட்டுமே உங்களுக்குத் தெரியும்.
கொஞ்சம் வளர முடியுமா,
சந்தியா, சுந்தர்?
உங்கள் குழந்தையின் தேவைகளைப் பூர்த்தி செய்ய முடியுமா?
உங்கள் சொந்த மேல்?
முதல் சந்திப்பை நடத்துவோம்,
பையனும் நானும்,
எங்கள் சொந்த தனிப்பட்ட வாழ்த்துக்கள்,
பின்னர் நாங்கள் அங்கிருந்து செல்கிறோம்.
இது மனித காரியம்.
நீங்கள் மனிதரா என்று நான் கேட்க வேண்டுமா?
சரி தயவு செய்து ஆரம்பிக்கலாம்,
அம்மாவின் பால்கனியில்.
லித்யா அவனை அழைத்து வரலாம்.
சில நிமிடங்கள் பேசலாம்
தனியுரிமையில்,
அவருடைய புதிய யூடியூப் வீடியோவை என்னால் அவருக்குக் காட்ட முடியும்,
பின்னர் அவள் அவனை திரும்ப அழைத்து வரலாம்.
பின்னர் நாங்கள் அங்கிருந்து செல்கிறோம்,
நான் கூறியது போல,
இதயத் துடிப்பில்
நித்திஷ்.
The Big Stick
A heartbroken line.
You just have to write this down.
There is no Earth and Heaven but you.
We glide here on our own devices.
We can’t see the world around us.
It’s blind to us too.
We can’t even see our yard.
There’s a process there.
It’s image on sight.
We have see things to believe in them.
Our fingers have to touch their face.
No other process allowed.
That’s the ring around the rosie for us.
It’s how we live.
It gets us in a lot of trouble.
We can’t always see things.
When people are away from us they’re gone.
We imagine their existence,
and it’s not real to us.
They’re not there.
Now tell me what to do?
Go outside and see things,
and try to transfer sight
to some bigger picture happening before your eyes.
Don’t just see your little world.
It’s gotten big enough
to swallow you whole.
We gotta get outta here.
It eats us alive.
It’s the only thing we know.
Can you see this?
Do you know what I’m talkin’ about?
We are blind before our face.
Our world is the world,
and there is no other
that has the reality of ours.
We can put this in a movie
or a sports field,
or maybe even a good book.
We feel something other than ourselves,
but we’re involved in it.
We’re still the center of the room.
Look at YouTube Shots.
They piece you to pieces,
this show, and that show, and this show,
and you have your favorites.
Where are they taking you?
They don’t know how to time.
They don’t stop.
You are lost there
in the middle of you.
I’m tryin’ to get to some larger whole
none of us see.
We’re divided up in pieces,
your world and my world
and Larry’s world.
Will we put our glasses on and see this?
It really sucks
you know when you lose someone.
Say you had a kid
and you’ve been raisin’ them since they were three.
At 12 you lost them,
and they were just taken from you
for no other reason than just to take,
‘cause you made someone mad.
Devastating.
It was a bubble relationship.
We were the captain of our ship
laughin’ at the world go by
we teammates, best friends,
together all the time.
We were joined,
and the world went by,
and we were so special in it,
so much comfort in each other,
so much love.
And then you lose that boy.
No contact is allowed,
and you watch that boy turn
like he never knew you,
and now he wants you gone.
No, no, I didn’t abuse him.
His parents did.
He was broken whipped and spanked
until he gave his parents what they wanted,
the keys to himself.
They can do that.
They’re Indian parents.
He was broken,
lost his will,
lost himself.
They spanked him,
and he cried and cried,
and I had promised to save him
and couldn’t come.
That anger rides.
What are we left with?
A quaking world.
Death would seem a happy state,
and I almost long to be there.
I want my boy.
I can’t take it.
There is no escape from this pain.
What do you do?
You feel pain.
You don’t know what to do.
There’s no way out.
Months ahead,
the death of a child.
There is no remedy for this.
I’m lost in him,
and oh the jesters of pain,
that kid could care less if he sees me again,
in just two short weeks.
Where do we go?
To death?
We have to do something.
We have to live.
We have to get up and live.
You’ve been fucked by the universe,
abandoned by your Gods.
All soul’s failed,
and you’ve got to find another life,
and you really want the one you had.
You’re stupid you tell yourself,
a fool.
Children are treacherous,
and they only like pleasure and joyrides,
and their heart can be bought with candy and cake,
and they forget you,
even when you were their whole world.
I’m dying in this pain,
and I’m just showing it to you
so you know of the reality of which I speak,
in some little lost world
forgotten from the whole.
To cut him out of my heart is blind.
That boy needs protected,
and he’s in a bad situation.
It’s an abusive situation.
I cannot abandon him.
I must go on
tryin’ to free him,
but the loss is too great to bear.
You see the predicament.
It’s going somewhere.
I am being perfected for him
in parental ways,
as he will need to be healed.
If he returns,
he will be healed
with certain hands.
I’m ready for him.
There is just this need to swallow,
this ever aching need
that he fulfill my life,
be its ornament,
and meet my emotional needs.
How can I get rid of this?
Don’t look at me funny.
You do it too
with children.
We are property lovers with them.
I don’t know how to do this,
and that is my lesson now.
It hurts.
Where do I find you?
In the lesson plan.
I’m reaching out to you
to be a lover with you,
to put down that kid a minute,
and let’s say hey look at this:
we are fragmented world.
Will you do the time with me?
It might be a pickup truck
that takes us all on a ride
to higher skies.
That’s where we think about larger things than ourselves
and the contents and people of our little world.
I’m pushin’ yah there
in my own flagpole
as I do this too.
Will you sing with me?
Will we be together again?
We come from afar.
This is not our home.
We’re on dangerous ground,
where the Void meets Earth.
There are doings here
that have us all undone.
We live out our lives
little people,
totally forgetting
who we are together,
the very next field
above this one,
the supramental field.
I’m ridin’ yah there,
journeying myself.
I don’t want to go.
All my thoughts on little boy
and what’s going on with him right now.
Is he happy is he sad?
Is he missing me?
Would he like to see me again?
Are they hurting him?
This goes deep.
Alright I’ve told you some
about what we don’t talk about:
look there’s a whole;
look there’s together again;
look we are bigger than what we are.
Have I reached out to you?
I can’t see it.
I don’t even know you’re there.
I think that’s a reality kingpin.
I’m alone in here
in front of all of you,
because of my perception.
Can you figure it out?
That is put to the finish.
Hey you got some things growing up there.
Tunnel things
this reality.
It’s trustworthy.
There’s no other way to see it.
We’re not real,
is that how far this goes?
Do you see what I’m gettin’ at?
Where is reality’s footing?
Where do we place ourselves?
In the center of attention?
I think we look higher up.
We look where it happens,
where reality gets arranged,
and we find ourselves there
watching the arrangement.
Isn’t that funny?
Here I am.
Suffer the supramental solution.
Sri Aurobindo
wrote his letters
just sittin’ there.
He didn’t see the disciples,
yet he knew they were there.
He didn’t have to see them.
He had concrete inner contact with them,
and he knew what was goin’ on.
He could see their own selves,
and he knew what they needed.
This was just vision to him.
No, this was the substance of his room.
He grabbed the whole with his own hand.
It was his messenger.
He substance see’d,
knew in relation to the whole,
and he could see without errors.
I cannot do that.
I have strong inner vision.
It doesn’t come
everything’s true
without errors.
It gets a lot of lie,
exaggeration,
and endless possibilities worked out.
I can’t see straight.
You don’t know how much this sucks.
I’m glued to inner vision
now to protect my kid
and bring him back home,
and it’s driving me crazy,
all these scenarios
played out one by one.
He’s been hit with a dog.
He’s been pissed on and raked
over an open fire.
This just kills me,
and I don’t know what to do.
The bad part is over,
when they broke him
to turn him from me.
Now they’re tryin’ to act normal,
and they want him to be happy.
Gaslighting is the order of the day.
What’s a kid to do?
Acquiesce
and be what their parents want them to be,
do what their parents want them to do,
and say what their parents want them to say,
and that’s what he’s doin’.
and I can have no contact,
and not a single person there will tell him of me.
It’s inhuman.
It’s a total blackout
they’ve arranged.
The abusers become his saviors,
and his beloved grandpa a foreign devil
tryin’ to take him from his family.
I was his main parent
from the time he was six.
Six years with me more than his parents,
and they’re gaslighting him
to make me some babysitter
they mistakenly arranged.
Okay public, what to do?
I’ve shown you his card,
a song he wrote himself
when his parents were pullin
and kicking him about school.
This is where he is at.
This is the boy on his own.
Where do we find him?
I hope that’s not the graveyard.
Can you come
and help me find him please?
I really need you,
and this is a live child
waiting for your help.
Can you help?
Oh Puducherry,
you couldn’t Aarthi.
Now there’s hope.
The boy’s alive.
How do I know he’s unsafe?
His father’s a killer for a Lawspet gang
with BJP connections,
but he hasn’t killed in awhile.
Says he’s done with it,
but see the gold on him you’ll know
he’s still involved,
a gold ring on every finger like a pimp.
He could kill that kid
in a jealous fit of rage,
and the mother’s of low character,
and she may not prevent him.
That's where this is headed.
Don't be sorry.
I’m calling on you now,
Puducherry,
rise up and protect that boy
before anything else is done.
Will you help me?
Can you take this boy to safety?
That’s wonderful.
Thank you.
This is the boy’s address in Puducherry, India:
64 Nettu St.
Kurusukuppam,
Puducherry, 605012
The street is only a small alleyway accessible from Advocate Chinnathambi St. Fourth Cross. Go to Le Nid Apartments on Advocate Chinnathambi Street, stand facing the gates and turn right 90 degrees and you will see a little alleyway in front of you. Go down it and it immediately turns left and his house is the first door on the left. There is also an Ave Maria Kebi on the left side of the apartment gates.
Nithish’s school and he’s in 7th standard: New Modern Vidhya Mandir Higher Secondary School, 73/A, Pillayar Koil St, Angalamman Nagar, Muthialpet, Puducherry, 605003
His father lives in Chennai and has a business there and comes to Puducherry on the weekends. Here is his business address:
P. Sundaram
S.S. Air Controls
No. 432 Pachaivalliyamman Illam
29th St. 6th Sector
K.K. Nagar, Chennai 600078
This is the address they spend the weekend at, usually from Saturday evening to Monday morning. It is his father’s parents’ house:
17 Kaman Koil Street,
Ashok Nagar,
Lawspet, Puducherry.
The Whole Falls Down
I might’ve slipped on the internet
This is no problem for me.
It’s how I entered the internet.
What do we got comin’?
Poetry in your yard.
Can I cross your brow with it?
This is a think page.
Go back to puppies and bullshit,
if you want your hands in your underwear.
The internet is for porn,
in a nuclear holocaust.
What do I got for yah today?
I don’t wanna write this down.
A little girl was killed in Pondicherry,
raped and murdered.
I didn’t hear the news.
Nithish told me on the way to school.
Whatever happened,
this girl suffered.
Oh my God the reality these days.
You should’ve seen caveman days,
and all along humanity
this has happened to children.
It’s not special today.
It’s just horrible.
I’m sorry little girl.
She was nine-years-old.
Nithish told me about Hindi kidnappers
in Tamil Nadu.
There were 300 of ‘em,
it said on the news.
Again, it’s Nithish’s report.
I don’t speak Tamil,
especially on the 6 o’clock news.
Goddamn this girl got killed,
and do you know what?
She was in her neighbor’s house for two days before it happened.
She tried to escaped and they killed ‘er.
What was normal procedure?
You search the goddamn neighborhood,
especially across the street.
A strange old man livin’ alone?
Hey man, can we check your house?
That didn’t happen.
Everybody was lookin’ for Hindi kidnappers,
far away from the house,
taking her organs and selling them.
It was a mass hysteria,
and it cost the city a lot.
They would’ve found that girl,
if they followed procedure.
I don’t think no one’s listenin’ to me.
There was a day long strike
all over Pondicherry
before they found the girl.
Where is she?
Not far from the Hand,
not far from God’s grace and lovingkindness.
She can’t come back to us.
No way,
she’s dead.
Man is a trapped being;
I can make that armstrong strong;
what do you want to die next?
said the demon to the little girl.
Cause she’s a baby,
can we carry this baby?
Can we get around this baby?
It wasn’t her fault.
Hell opened up on that child
and ate her.
We are left stunned.
The pain, the fear,
the little child suffered
is unimaginable.
I can understand the anger
all over town,
but it’s misplaced.
She’s here to tell us something
we can’t see:
we can never blame ourselves
for the wrong done by another;
we aren't able to.
It’s exemplified in her,
the abuse of children in Pondicherry.
Slapped, kicked around,
put in school,
you don’t know the half of it.
They’re made to bleed there,
produce paltry items,
the unnecessary,
the boring, the out of wack,
and they’re hit there.
They’re made to go day after day
to an excuse for school.
Exams punish them.
Their day is wasted
in mean environments.
Of course they bully each other.
That’s what they’re learning there.
Can we take them home?
Home’s a little harder,
where the environment spills out.
My God kids are beaten,
made to serve their parents,
told they are alive for their parents,
controlled to the nth degree,
lied to, spit on,
and treated like they don’t count much.
Is this your typical home in Pondicherry?
It happens enough to produce this girl
and her ordeal.
Do you know the will available to abuse her
from the collective conscious of Pondicherry?
Set it right.
These are tell-tale signs
that give us some indication what’s goin’ on
in the collective.
The symbol reproduces it
in exaggerated form.
It was not done by God it was done by devils,
the demons attached to the men that did it
and the horde of demons that came to feed.
They’re all over Pondicherry.
You don’t know their station here
all over the world.
They’re in your homes and families.
They are the evil behind the act.
We can only see the act.
Will you bear with me
as I show you the blame game?
I don’t know the timeline,
but this girl didn’t die right away.
She spent a couple of days
in a house very close to her home.
Nobody was lookin’ there
with the focus of their concentration.
Maybe she’d be alive if they did.
A news report had broadcast some days earlier
Hindi kidnappers were afoot
kidnappin’ children in Pondicherry.
That took the news
and stupidly took the police station.
Tamils don’t like out of state.
They don’t want Hindi people here.
So the search begin
focusing on the mass hysteria
of these organ sellers?
A video had circulated,
of course,
a Hindi kidnapper confessing all
and tellin’ of the network in Pondicherry.
That was the focus of the search,
not for the little girl.
I don’t know if they combed the neighborhood,
knocked on doors,
but that old man’s house was nearby,
and he lived alone suspicious.
What kept him from being searched?
She was alive and there when they found her missin’,
being raped repeatedly,
while they looked elsewhere,
and she wasn’t just murdered;
she was killed with Hell’s hands.
Where are the Hindi kidnappers now?
They are two Tamils in police hands,
neighbors nearby.
They young man had raped her before,
and the old man ordered him to kidnap her
and bring her to him,
by threatening him with police would you believe?
It all happened so fast.
She was nabbed playing outside
near her house.
We have ganja to blame,
new reports say.
They were pot smokers,
and it corrupted their Tamil.
Tamils wouldn’t do this otherwise.
Do you see the logic?
Ban grass!
and people are demonstratin’ in town.
It’s already illegal.
What’s goin’ on?
A culture is blind to itself,
every culture on Earth.
can we get ourselves to see?
What do you do with your children,
the first thing you should ask.
Are you a teacher?
You’re complacent just being one,
but are you happy there?
Do you really get mad at children?
Do they see you smile throughout the day?
Do they know your lovingkindness?
It’s too much for you isn’t it,
the system.
You take it out on the kids.
Would you get yourself to see that?
Now parents,
do you shine on your children
all the love and attention they need?
It’s backbreakin’ work idn’t it,
takin’ care of a home.
Kids throw wrenches in the system don’t they,
mess things up,
won’t leave things alone.
What do you do with them?
I’m not askin’ if you love them or not.
Do you speak harshly to them?
Do you hit them?
Do you rag on them all the time?
They don’t measure up do they?
No kids does
in his parents’ room.
Pondicherry I’m sorry this is you.
You’re hateful to your children,
not every minute,
not in every home,
but it’s there
strong enough to get this girl killed.
You share responsibility Pondicherry
with these two men,
and I’ve written this poem so you can see that.
Do you know what a kidnapper is?
Hold in the atmosphere
the abuse of children
where they are kidnapped.
That’s the formula for TV.
That’s the formula for Tamil Nadu.
That’s the formula for Pondicherry.
If you don’t see this more murders will come,
more kidnappings.
You’ll need to break ship to get it to stop.
You’ll have to come from oneness base.
That’s not typical.
That’s not ordinary.
That’s not the way we do things.
It’s time we start.
All this talk of Hindu today,
Hindu this, Hindu that,
riled over cows,
marriage conversions,
temples in the air.
I think Hindu gave the world oneness,
didn’t it?
It’s its underlying philosophy.
On this Hindu stands.
Where do you see it today
in Hindu society?
Is it ever-present?
It’s not Hindu it’s oneness
Hindu’s about.
That is the temple we yard.
That’s what brought it into being.
Hindu is alive on oneness.
Without it it’s dead.
Can you show me where India is alive today?
Is Hindu alive today?
Let’s do Hindu.
Let’s do oneness.
I’m just anxious to ICU,
and did you know that Hindu does that,
brings us all to church?
No, we need to get past temples
and the religious offerings.
We need to see oneness
as the everyday of our lives.
In practical hands
it works,
when you see the underlying of it all.
Here I’ve shown you.
I’m sorry Muslims don’t do this,
or Christians,
and Buddhists don’t believe it’s there.
It’s the oneness of everything,
the vibrant conscious oneness.
It’s what Hindu has given to the world.
It’s the truth of things.
It’s why I’m here,
and I’m here a long way from you.
Will you join me in oneness?
Is this area to become worldwide useful?
And oneness it is.
We become practical that way.
If we become oneness it is.
We have to find
the way there.
I did,
after bein’ horrible to children.
It made me do it.
I was open to God.
I’m sleepin’ with one now,
holding him safe,
writing you this poem.
I’ve taken care of him all night,
his little heart,
making sure he knows I’m here.
He’s on me now,
his little face
on my chest.
He’s seven now.
He was born in my room.
That means he was born from my house.
His mother’s pregnancy was there.
I’m a parental figure.
He trusts me.
I have the key to his pants,
but I don’t get into them with desire hands.
He’s Nithish’s little brother.
Nithish is in his room sleeping.
I know how to take care of children,
after so much trial and error.
They really like my house.
They are so welcome there,
and I know how to do it,
take care of a kid,
just enough hands off to leave them alone,
just enough hands on to give them what they need.
This is fun for me.
Did I hear you call me pedophile?
I do love children,
so much I can be in their presence all day,
and I love it there.
You need people like me.
I make mistakes with my anger sometimes,
yell and scream,
and quickly apologize.
They rule.
My ego gets bashed a lot,
but you concede to a kid.
You treat them well.
They need to be the center of attention.
The house revolves around them,
in any God-given house,
naturally.
I teamwork this with Douglas,
and he’s good with kids,
funny as all get out,
and we keep them kids safe
and well taken care of.
We are sweet to them.
Everybody watches us do it
here on the farm,
smiles and warm faces,
and we’ve been along together for years.
Now I’m takin’ it to the next level,
the public eye.
I want you to see oneness
in operation.
I’m one with you,
one with these kids,
and I want the world to see that it can be done,
correct your problems with kids
and move on.
This is what I’m doin’ now,
shakin’ Pondicherry by the leg,
and sayin’ hey wake up,
you need to change your way with kids.
Is that too much to ask?
It’s what we must ask.
It starts with kids,
our humanity,
and the world unfolds in their hands
how our hands have treated them.
It’s not a nice world today is it?
Be nice to kids and it will be soon.
If one generation,
all around the world,
could get it together with kids,
and heal themselves of the abuse of them,
the world would change automatically,
dramatically be a better world.
Is there too many of us to try?
We can get it down in Pondicherry.
We can take one city
and show the ropes.
We can make it our mandate, plan,
not with the policeman’s stick,
the angry shout,
the tabloid news.
It would have to be on oneness base.
It would have to be holistically done.
Hey, I’ve got a problem;
can you give me the space to heal?
The healing would be immense.
We would record how.
It’s on God’s base,
a dynamic healing plan
right inside you.
You’re hearin’ it speak now,
an immune system we don’t know about.
It heals us.
Punishment, hatred,
doesn’t.
What am I sayin’?
Pondy grab your files and heal
from what makes you abuse kids.
I’ve shown a way,
if you’re relaxed enough,
if you can do it non-judgmentally
and not even condemn yourself.
It’s a love angle.
It’s where we’re happenin’.
Healin’s what we gotta do.
Can we get started Pondicherry?
Let’s see you put this on the news.
Harm's End 