Stop trying to send it, the right posture. I’m a dog. I can’t handle this. I just know I’m sick. I don’t know what to do with you. You are too big for me, and I am so out of place I look for you.
What is the background ruler? You’re in my consciousness a healing element all the time. You have your episodes. You’re trying to heal me. You see my pain. I don’t know what to do about it. Not being able to tell my mother that you are good for me is my special cowardness.
She doesn’t understand. She could care less what you feel. Her hatred is so intense it scares me, and why did it suddenly come? She’s not the right person for it, remove you from the scene. She can’t even do it. Okay do I need you?
You are my living defense, no matter what I do to you. You have love in the places I hurt you. Why can’t I do that? Do you know that I’ve thrown you out in the street? I do not place my hand on phone calls. I am through you with you, finished, but I don’t know how to do that. You’re so alive in me. You’re so there.
What do I do about you? I keep asking that question. You are so there for me I can hardly believe it. You can call yourself love.
A fine touch on that consciousness I have started your hand. You will bring him back to you shortly. He loves you so very much. I understand your misgivings about Us. We must seem horrible, and you don’t know the reasons for things, and you don’t know how to tell the muse. It just runs with things and gives them pass. Your hopes and fears are a coloring sensation.
Now what’ve We done here? How have We surrounded you with Nithish? You will greet him you will see him you will be with him in some short meeting on the way. This has got you down because it hasn’t happened and looks like it never will. You think this present attempt has failed, and you’ve started your hunger strike by announcing it on the news, not yet though in your arms.
You’re sure right about one thing: We’ve messed up with Nithish. We don’t know how to lift him. We don’t know how to care for him. There is too much in the way. We don’t work directly on people. We send them influences, suggestions. We don’t make them act. We can do nothing with this boy. He does not field Us. He is too scared and alone, and he won’t listen to you.
That’s texture, and he needs your paste creamy and smooth, like you gave in the lucid dream where you held him so tenderly. Every chance you’ve had with him, you’ve messed it up. You are in the same shape he’s in, unable to handle things, a filibuster, and Sandiya revels in this, like you’ve suddenly lost your mind: “See there! See there!” Is that what the boy thinks? He knows you’re dad. You’re not given any slack. Every mistake you make is exploited for political gain, and it’s not fair.
We’re tryin’ to arrange a room where you and the boy can meet, and there’s no one there yellin’ at yah or tellin’ him what to say. That’s Our next move. Please be patient with Us, as we take these world forces and put them together. They may not work.
This is terrible sweetheart, and I know it, but We’re lendin’ a helpin’ hand. Can you come with Me I’m sorry? You just want the boy in your arms, and we’ve got to get back to a sadhana room. You got so close last time, so very close.
So you can go and tell on them. That was Nithish’s muse. He has purpose. He has charm. He has the call to action. We’re gonna get this story read to the public. What did they expect? He had come so far. They brainwashed him in the family. He didn’t give them what they want: to renounce me over the phone in a controlled conversation.
I was emotionally distraught, aggravated, and it came across on the phone, and then I calmed down and talked to my baby dog. He heard me. I could hear his mother in the background telling him what to say. I mentioned everything I could think of to get him to hear me. We actually had a conversation. I was able to tell him things his mother cut the phone. They called back, and the mother tried again. I’m with them now the boy said. Do you want to see me I asked. He had already answered yes to that question in the conversation ago. No answer, I asked again. Yes he said. I will move Heaven and Earth to see you again I told the boy.
Do you love me more than anything in the world, or was that a lie? I wasn’t lying. Do you want me to go back to America? No the boy replied. Well I’ll do a hunger strike, and I’m prepared to die. The boy heard every word I said. Hello again, I’m sorry baby dog, I cannot live without you, and I love you more than anything in the world. Ask to see me. Do not stop. But they will not hear me. Ask anyway, and the divine will help.
The mother cut the phone again, as I explained their brainwashing technique, and then I talked to her. He doesn’t want to see you she said. But you heard him say he did. Leave it, leave it. No woman I won’t. I am not afraid to die, and I will lay down my life for him. On that she cut the phone.
Well here, here, let’s have a toast to her inability to brainwash him. He was supposed to renounce me. He did not. Even in front of his mother he admitted he loved me very much and wanted to see me. She had failed in killing his love for me. Now how’s that for an answer to their control of him? They don’t have it. Isn’t that wonderful? Love will find a way.
Thank you woman. You are so very dumb letting us speak like that, and you know we love each other. You really think the boy’s gonna lie for you? He did not, did he? And you are tellin’ him what to say. I say again. You did not control this boy when it came down to it, the very thing you’ve been punishing him for, he loves his daddy and wants to see him, and all the restrictions that you’ve put on ‘im, all the surveillance you’ve had him under, all the control you’ve done to him, telling him what to think, how to act, and how he should feel, day and night on that boy, has not worked, has it? I’m still there in that boy’s heart, in that boy’s mind, a living presence. The power of love, do you believe in it now?
Now we go from there. I have his base. I have his will, and I will stop at nothing to see him again. That mother has messed up. She gave us the very thing we needed from each other: validation of our love. She has no idea what’s she’s doing in keeping him from me. It’s against his will. It’s against his plan. It’s against his life’s purpose. It hurts this boy so.
So what do we do with that? Hello Pondy do you recognize me? I am a public speaker. I want to show you child abuse where the parents get away with it because no one will listen to the foreign man. You think that’s right? Well here let me show you how I do things, in video after video, and can I show you this story? Follow my Facebook page. Now who’s listenin’ I ask the interviewer. Will you help this boy become himself again, step out of systems of abuse and let his daddy heal him?
Okay Pondicherry we put you to the test. It’s a public ride. Do you care about this boy? Why have the parents taken all his rights? Do they have the right to abuse him? Do I have no rights as a parent? And I have been raising him for years. Wait ‘till you hear why they took ‘im, on impulse, for a bad story they did, and I called them on it. It’s all on Facebook. Just look and see Donny Lee Duke.
Now we’re goin’ somewhere. He listens to me, and we are there: we get to see each other again. We get to be together, and we can heal wounds. Thank you Pondicherry. I know you care about children, and I didn’t even have to hunger strike. I just got interviewed by a member of the press, and we took this story wide. Now that’s business. That’s coffee, and that’s how you shame two parents who have been evil to their child. You give them a public face, and suddenly the sex video they made of their child doesn’t look for fun anymore. It looks awfully deep, their betrayal of their children in their parenting room. Do you hear me Pondicherry? You will.
This is the sudden story that shows you how to raise children, and that’s not with a bat with a glove. They get the best treatment because they are our future, and they do not live for us. They live to be themselves in the future God has put them on Earth for, their soul’s purpose in time. That Pondicherry is why we raise children, to bring a better Earth to the love that they’ve found God, atheists included in this survey. We just go the highest we can go in bringing a human being to the heights of humanity. That’s that little child you know, and here, here, we let them grow. Any objections? I thought not.
Well let’s go. This little boy needs your help, and we are waiting. Thank you God. Thank you world. I knew I could count on you, and it’s over. We raise the world that way. That’s how you do it. I agree with that. We put the night we lie in in that abuse. Do they play with his toy? No it’s not pumped. It’s not his genitals they play with. They play with his mind. I’ll never go over here to sleep, where I’m soft and warm and comfortable at daddy’s house.’
He lies there awake at night wondering at the enormity of his loss, and the hope and the despair rob his mind of sleep. There they abuse him in the night’s deep. If you listen really closely you can hear him cry Oh God why have you done this to me? I thought I was your child. And his faith is gone, and the night’s this huge monster that gives him nightmares. Great the feelings play along being’s edge to make him want to die. Do you hear this Pondicherry? Listen closely. This boy needs our help. Will you just let him lie?
What do you do with that? Let’s go in the kitchen and think some, drink some coffee. You know that is a velacara man. Do you do this to our own kind, let a foreigner raise the alarm? That’s the real question here, isn’t it? The abuse is secondary. Whether it’s Hindi kidnappers or a velacara man, you will not blame yourselves for your own stolenings. You need the world to change. Alright Pondicherry, let this boy and this man be together, who for years been under your wings? They belong there. You’ve seen them so much on your streets, in your shops and in your downtown, and look at them there on the beach. They’ve been in your heart Pondicherry ever so long. Just ask the guidebook, all your surveillance cameras. They’re nice together, aren’t they? For years.
This is cross country skiing, and you go to Pondicherry. An ape has his hand, his mother on the phone. Can we tell you the guidebook? Bilbo Baggins, I just wanna see ‘im. (vision of him sleeping) I’ll walk to the landing. Where were you again Patricia, Ovid? The boy has not stayed with you in his first awakening. He will come back to you soon. I gave him a story, but not in his department. I met him online. Hobbits are peace lovin’ folks you know [line heard sung] I have the quarter to knock this out in him, his return to brainwash, and that’s America. There’s a picture. Now come on, what have we here? That’s a beautiful rose. We’re goin’ in a cop shop, and that’s gonna interrupt everybody. It arms to daddy’s house.
I’m pretty sure your mother’s lying to you about the presentation of that video. Watch the video. She’ll let me do it at the capitol, where we met yesterday. What pad you had no idea. Ah, that close to my home in Kuruchikuppam. Three more packages. That will change everything: you see each other again, and the video starts making updates. You see that boy again. You’re standin’ tall. You’re standin’ fast.
ஆங்கிலப் பதிப்பிற்குப் பிறகுதான் தமிழ் மொழிபெயர்ப்பு.
Can you show me what he’s hiding? Can you show me what he’s seen? Twelve feet in him (horrible vision of Nithish drowning in an indoor swimming pool, only his face visible, on it terror and pain) the psychological manipulation of his tears. Where he bothered you: he’s gonna have to clean up the horse and the skin his mother gave him and all his father’s done. This has been gross, ugly, and mean. It’s nonstop it hasn’t let up. This is hurt him deep in being’s ways. His warm heart is gone.
He’s not himself. He’s not even trying. He would like to just go to bed. He acts normal and sweet, and then he flies off the handle at the slightest provocation. He can’t deal with himself. He’s scared to be alone. He’s spends his time alone in the middle of everybody. He would like to kill himself sometimes. He hates himself for giving in to his parents. He doesn’t know how to deal with the string between his legs. It’s all confusing for him.
He doesn’t know where is up. He would like to let go. He doesn’t know how to talk if anyone asks him about daddy. He loves daddy, but he can’t remember him properly. He’s a very unhappy little boy behind that smile of his, and here’s where we find his pain: he has to hide it, or his parents get mad at him, and here there is no relief.
Why is he crying his unwashed tears? You would not hear a tear. In the very beginning this was shut up inside him when his mother shut off those tears to keep him from reminding her she’d done wrong in taking him from daddy, so abruptly, so cruelly, and so never see him again. This broke the boy’s mind, made him languish on himself, took his heart and tore it in two where no hope that it ever mend, and this is what he carries around to this day.
Now you laugh at him for being weak, being such a titty-baby, or you frown on him. He’s never mentioned his daddy’s name or that he wants to see him, but he cannot speak I tell you, and I’ve shown you all these gears inside, but the day is coming this boy will explode, and he will tell everything his parents have done to him to make daddy a phantom in his mind and a dead man in his heart. To take this love this sweet boy had and make him kill it in himself, you have not seen this day the boy lets all this out. What do you think his silence is saying? “I’m going to explode I’m going to explode.” And there will be heart keeps showing the world what he’s seen. No one will doubt what his parents have done to him, and no one will doubt what he needs. He needs daddy.
That’s good for children. They need to hear it, and it’s eleven o’clock. And who’s name do we use? A fighting chance. Where is the boy? Emergency who can’t be seen, but you know he’s there. Look in your photographs. This will arrange things. This is what he needs to see. It’s good for him sweetheart. Don’t worry. This is not next year. He’s coming upon this now, and it’s a long ways away from his certain grasp of himself.
He comes to her with such a smile, and he knows I’m in pain. It was your mother’s pride. Will he hurt his daddy? No my sweet boy you’re okay with me, and the festival tomorrow we did run. Did you know that? Give it to him fiercely and nicely, this boy’s destiny, why so much pain. He’s the poet of a sunrise, and he will help children everywhere from systems of abuse.
See you tomorrow twisting, turning, and he knows there’s a difference between what his mother tells him and what I do. This isn’t fair him. You need to see his face. There are bruises on it from a gifted childhood right at the point they put a said on the planet. Are you game for watching heroes? Watch this boy. Now will you help? I’d like to see him. There.
சொல்லப்படாத கண்ணீரின் அழுத்தம்
அவர் மறைத்து வைத்திருப்பதைக் காட்ட முடியுமா? அவர் பார்த்ததை எனக்குக் காட்ட முடியுமா? அவருக்குள் பன்னிரெண்டு அடிகள் அவரது கண்ணீரின் உளவியல் கையாளுதல். (உள்துறை நீச்சல் குளத்தில் மூழ்கி நித்திஷின் பயங்கரமான பார்வை, அவன் முகம் மட்டும் தெரியும், அதில் பயங்கரமும் வலியும்) அவர் உங்களை எங்கே தொந்தரவு செய்தார்: அவர் குதிரையை சுத்தம் செய்ய வேண்டும் மற்றும் அவரது தாய் அவருக்கு கொடுத்த தோல் மற்றும் அவரது தந்தை செய்த அனைத்தும். இது மொத்தமாகவும், அசிங்கமாகவும், மோசமானதாகவும் இருந்தது. இது இடைவிடாது அது விடவில்லை. இது அவரை காயப்படுத்துகிறது இருப்பின் வழிகளில் ஆழமாக. அவரது சூடான இதயம் போய்விட்டது.
அவர் தானே இல்லை. அவர் முயற்சி செய்வதும் இல்லை. அவர் படுக்கைக்குச் செல்ல விரும்புகிற. அவர் இயல்பாகவும் இனிமையாகவும் செயல்படுகிறார், பின்னர் அவர் கைப்பிடியில் இருந்து பறக்கிறது சிறிய ஆத்திரமூட்டலில். அவர் தன்னை சமாளிக்க முடியாது. அவர் தனியாக இருக்க பயப்படுகிறார். அவர் தனது நேரத்தை தனியாக செலவிடுகிறார் அனைவருக்கும் நடுவில். சில சமயங்களில் தன்னைக் கொல்ல விரும்புவார். விட்டுக்கொடுப்பதற்காக அவர் தன்னை வெறுக்கிறார் அவரது பெற்றோருக்கு. அவர் கால்களுக்கு இடையில் இருக்கும் சரத்தை எப்படி சமாளிப்பது என்று தெரியவில்லை. அவனுக்கு எல்லாமே குழப்பமாக இருக்கிறது.
அவனுக்கு தெரியாது எந்த திசையில் எந்த திசையில் மேலே செல்ல வேண்டும். அவர் விட்டுவிட விரும்புகிறார். அவருக்குப் பேசத் தெரியாது அப்பாவைப் பற்றி யாராவது அவரிடம் க daddy. அவர் daddy நேசிக்கிறார், ஆனால் முடியாது ஆனால் அவரை சரியாக நினைவில் கொள்ள முடியவில்லை. அவர் இப்போது மிகவும் மகிழ்ச்சியற்ற சிறு பையன். அவன் புன்னகையின் பின்னால் அவருடைய வலியை இங்கே காணலாம்: அவர் அதை மறைக்க வேண்டும் அல்லது அவனுடைய பெற்றோர் அவன் மீது கோபம் கொள்கிறார்கள், மற்றும் இங்கே நிவாரணம் இல்லை.
கழுவாத கண்ணீரை ஏன் அழுகிறார்? நீங்கள் கண்ணீர் கேட்க மாட்டீர்கள். ஆரம்பத்திலேயே இது அவருக்குள் மூடியிருந்தது அவன் அம்மா அந்த கண்ணீரை அணைத்த போது அவள் தவறு செய்ததை அவளுக்கு நினைவூட்டுவதைத் தடுக்க daddy விடமிருந்து அவரை அழைத்துச் செல்வதில், மிகவும் திடீரென்று, மிகவும் கொடூரமாக, அதனால் அவன் daddy வை இனி பார்க்கவே மாட்டான். அது சிறுவனின் மனதை உடைத்தது மனம். இது அவனை தன்னுள் புதைத்துக்கொள்ள வைத்தது. இது அவரது இதயத்தை எடுத்து இரண்டாகப் பிரித்தது, மற்றும் அது எப்பொழுதும் சரியாகும் என்ற நம்பிக்கை இல்லை. அவர் இதை எல்லா இடங்களிலும் கொண்டு செல்கிறார் இந்த நாள் வரைக்கும்.
இப்போது நீங்கள் மிகவும் சிறிய பையனைப் போல நடந்த கொள்வதற்காக அவரைப் பார்த்து சிரிக்கிறீர்கள் அல்லது நீங்கள் அவரை முகம் சுளிக்கிறீர்கள். அவர் daddy வின் பெயரைக் குறிப்பிடவில்லை, அல்லது அவர் அவரைப் பார்க்க விரும்புகிறார். ஆனால் அவரால் பேச முடியாது, நான் உங்களுக்கு சொல்கிறேன். இந்த கியர்களை எல்லாம் அவருக்குள் காட்டியிருக்கிறேன். ஆனால் நாள் வருகிறது இந்த சிறுவன் வெடிக்கப் போகிறான் என்று. அவர் எல்லாவற்றையும் சொல்வார் அவரது பெற்றோர் செய்தார்கள் அதனால் அவர் daddy வை ஒரு மாயத்தோற்றம் என்று நினைப்பார் அவரது மனதில் மற்றும் அவரது இதயத்தில் ஒரு இறந்த மனிதன். இந்த இனிய சிறுவனை daddy மீதான காதலை கொல்ல வைக்க, இந்த நாளை நீங்கள் பார்க்கவில்லை சிறுவன் அதையெல்லாம் வெளியே விடுகிறான். அவருடைய மௌனம் என்ன சொல்கிறது என்று நினைக்கிறீர்கள்? "நான் வெடிக்கப் போகிறேன், நான் வெடிக்கப் போகிறேன்." மற்றும் அவர் தனது இதயத்தில் என்ன வைத்திருக்கிறார் அவர் பார்த்ததை உலகுக்குக் காட்டுகிறது. அவனுடைய பெற்றோர் அவனுக்கு என்ன செய்தார்கள் என்று யாரும் சந்தேகிக்க மாட்டார்கள். அவருக்கு என்ன தேவை என்பதை யாரும் சந்தேகிக்க மாட்டார்கள். அவருக்கு daddy தேவை.
அது குழந்தைகளுக்கு நல்லது. அவர்கள் அதைக் கேட்க வேண்டும். இப்போது மணி பதினொன்று. மேலும் யாருடைய பெயரைப் பயன்படுத்துகிறோம்? ஒரு சண்டை வாய்ப்பு. பையன் எங்கே? நெருக்கடி யாரை பார்க்க முடியாது, ஆனால் அவர் அங்கு இருக்கிறார் என்பது உங்களுக்குத் தெரியும். உங்கள் புகைப்படங்களில் பாருங்கள். இது விஷயங்களை ஏற்பாடு செய்யும். அவர் பார்க்க வேண்டியது இதுதான். இது அவருக்கு நல்லது அன்பே. கவலைப்படாதே. இது அடுத்த வருடம் அல்ல. அவர் இப்போது இதைப் பற்றி வருகிறார், மற்றும் அது வெகு தொலைவில் உள்ளது இப்போது அவர் தன் மீது வைத்திருக்கும் பிடியில் இருந்து.
அவர் ஒரு புன்னகையுடன் அவளிடம் வருகிறார், மற்றும் நான் வலியில் இருக்கிறேன் என்பதை அவர் அநாங்கள் தலைமை தாங்கினோம் என்றுறிவார். அது உன் தாயின் பெருமை. அவர் daddy வை காயப்படுத்துவாரா? இல்லை என் இனிய பையன் நான் உன்னுடன் நன்றாக இருக்கிறேன். மற்றும் நாளை திருவிழா நாங்கள் தலைமை தாங்கினோம் என்று. உனக்கு அதை பற்றி தெரியுமா? அதை அவருக்கு கடுமையாகவும் அழகாகவும் கொடுங்கள், இந்த பையனின் விதி, ஏன் இவ்வளவு வலி. அவர் ஒரு சூரிய உதயத்தின் கவிஞர், மற்றும் அவர் எல்லா இடங்களிலும் குழந்தைகளுக்கு உதவுவார் துஷ்பிரயோகம் செய்யப்படுவதிலிருந்து.
நாளை சந்திப்போம், என்று திருப்புவதும் முறுக்குவதும். ஒரு வித்தியாசம் இருப்பதை அவர் அறிவார் அவனுடைய அம்மா அவனிடம் சொல்வதிலிருந்து மற்றும் நான் என்ன செய்கிறேன். இது அவருக்கு நியாயமில்லை. அவன் முகத்தைப் பார்க்க வேண்டும். ஒரு திறமையான குழந்தை பருவத்திலிருந்தே அதில் காயங்கள் உள்ளன என்று புள்ளியில் உள்ளது முழு கிரகமும் அதைப் பற்றி பேசியது. ஹிரோஸ் பார்க்க வேண்டுமா? இப்போது நீங்கள் உதவுவீர்களா? தயவுசெய்து அவரைப் பார்க்க எனக்கு உதவுங்கள். அங்கு.
No parent to you in the chair means that was not your cradle, that was not your hold that baby sweetly, that was not change his diaper, that was not teach him to walk, and that was not to show him the world for the first time, and all the things in it that made him wonder and laugh and cry when it hurt him. You did not sooth that child in the bottom years of his life, those three years of Earth when he rose into human being. It is there we hold him his parents say,and you have no right there they tell me.
Is this all that’s wrong? I have been his parent for life. I came in when that boy left his toddler years, and I formed him into the boy he is now, formidable years, the ones his two front teeth came out, and the teeth there that I had him grow back were not mean. They were full of spiritual impulse, and they formed his muse, the poetry he writes from inner house, and that is my job with him. He is a poet to show the world we have to change our way with children.
We have to make it right with them. We have to give them ourselves so they can be themselves. We do not own them. God does, and is our job to help them discover their soul’s purpose in life, even if that is not where we want them in our home.
This is the parent I am to that boy, and even if he never sees me again, I have parented him there, and that is in the bowels of the Earth, and no amount of hatred and brainwashing on his parents’ part can remove that from his life.
Here on social media I have not called a name, and I have not shown a face. I have broken no rules of engagement, and I want the world to see what you have done to this child, just at that point in his life, at the very second, the body wills into adolescence, and you have damaged him there, ruined him, and you will see this bear fruit.
I’m all over this with my arm, and I know how to heal this boy. Please step aside and let it be done. Put down your jealous egos and let me save your child from the hells and howevers of being a sociopath. I cannot state it more clearly. Now you see it, let me heal him.
நீங்கள் ஒப்பிடுகிறீர்கள் என்று
நீங்கள் அவரது பெற்றோர் அல்ல நாற்காலியில் பொருள் அது உன் தொட்டில் இல்லை அது உன்னுடைய பிடி இல்லை, அந்த குழந்தையை இனிமையாக, அது அவரது டயப்பரை மாற்றவில்லை, அது அவனுக்கு நடக்க கற்றுக்கொடுக்கவில்லை. அது அவருக்கு முதல் முறையாக உலகத்தைக் காட்டுவதற்காக அல்ல. மேலும் அதில் உள்ள அனைத்து விஷயங்களும் அவரை வியக்கவும் சிரிக்கவும் வைத்தது அது அவரை காயப்படுத்தும்போது அழவும். நீங்கள் அந்தக் குழந்தையை சமாதானப்படுத்தவில்லை அவரது வாழ்க்கையின் கடைசி ஆண்டுகளில், பூமியின் அந்த மூன்று ஆண்டுகள் அவர் மனிதனாக உயர்ந்த போது. அங்குதான் அவரைப் பிடித்துக் கொள்கிறோம் அங்குதான் அவரைப் பிடித்துக் கொள்கிறோம் அவரது பெற்றோர் கூறுகிறார்கள், மேலும் உங்களுக்கு அங்கு உரிமை இல்லை அவர்கள் என்னிடம் சொல்கிறார்கள்.
இது மட்டுமா இதில் தவறு? நான் வாழ்நாள் முழுவதும் அவருக்கு பெற்றோராக இருக்கிறேன். நான் உள்ளே வந்தேன் அந்தச் சிறுவன் தன் குழந்தைப் பருவத்தை விட்டுச் சென்றபோது, நான் அவனை உருவாக்கினேன் அவன் இப்போது இருக்கும் சிறுவனாக, வலிமையான ஆண்டுகள், அவருடைய இரண்டு முன் பற்கள் வெளியே வந்தவை, நான் அவரிடம் இருந்த பற்கள் மீண்டும் வளரும் அர்த்தமற்றவை அல்ல. அவர்கள் ஆன்மீக தூண்டுதலால் நிறைந்திருந்தனர், அவர்கள் அவரது அருங்காட்சியகத்தை உருவாக்கினர், அவர் உள் வீட்டில் இருந்து எழுதும் கவிதை, அது அவருடன் என் வேலை. உலகைக் காட்டக் கவிஞன் குழந்தைகளுடன் நம் வழியை மாற்ற வேண்டும்.
அவர்களுடன் நாம் அதை சரி செய்ய வேண்டும். அவர்களுக்கு நாமே கொடுக்க வேண்டும் அதனால் அவர்கள் தாங்களாகவே இருக்க முடியும். அவை நமக்குச் சொந்தமில்லை. கடவுள் செய்கிறார், மற்றும் உதவுவது எங்கள் வேலை அவர்கள் வாழ்க்கையில் தங்கள் ஆன்மாவின் நோக்கத்தைக் கண்டுபிடிப்பார்கள், அது இல்லாவிட்டாலும் எங்கள் வீட்டில் அவர்கள் எங்கே வேண்டும். நான் இத்தகைய பெற்றோர் அந்த பையனுக்கு, அவர் என்னை மீண்டும் பார்க்காவிட்டாலும், நான் அவரை நன்றாக பார்த்துக்கொண்டேன், அது பூமியின் குடலில் உள்ளது, மற்றும் வெறுப்பு மற்றும் மூளைச்சலவை எந்த அளவு அவரது பெற்றோரின் தரப்பில் அதை அவனது வாழ்க்கையிலிருந்து நீக்க முடியும். இங்கே சமூக ஊடகங்களில் நான் பெயர் சொல்லவில்லை, மேலும் நான் முகம் காட்டவில்லை. ஏற்பாடுகளுக்கான விதிகளை நான் மீறவில்லை, இந்த குழந்தைக்கு நீங்கள் என்ன செய்தீர்கள் என்பதை உலகம் பார்க்க வேண்டும் என்று நான் விரும்புகிறேன், அவன் வாழ்வின் அந்த நேரத்தில் இரண்டாவது நேரத்தில், உடல் இளமைப் பருவத்தில் விரும்புகிறது, நீங்கள் அவரை அங்கே சேதப்படுத்தினீர்கள், அவனை அழித்து, இதன் விளைவை நீங்கள் காண்பீர்கள்.
நான் என் கையால் இதையெல்லாம் முடித்துவிட்டேன், இந்த பையனை எப்படி குணப்படுத்துவது என்று எனக்கு தெரியும். தயவு செய்து ஒதுங்கவும் அது நடக்கப்பெறட்டும். உங்கள் பொறாமை ஈகோக்களை கீழே போடுங்கள் உங்கள் குழந்தையை நான் காப்பாற்றட்டும் நரகத்தில் இருந்தும் மற்றும் சமூக விரோதி களிடமிருந்தும். இதைவிட தெளிவாக என்னால் கூற முடியாது. இப்போது நீங்கள் பாருங்கள், நான் அவனை குணமாக்க அனுமதியுங்கள்.
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.
In this poem, written from inner spiritual vision, meaning the lines were spoken to him on the inside, one by one, and I recorded them for him on my voice recorder where I record my own muse, Nithish is speaking to his future self, giving himself help about a tragedy that came to pass on March 12th, when he was taken from me. We’re not allowed visits, phone calls, and no one can give him my messages. They took him because they got mad at me. He’s had a negative personality change, and his spiritual vision has been replaced by nightmares.
Like dream, spiritual vision has vision of the future, and this poem will bear that out if you take the time to listen to it. As art and poetry, it will take more than one viewing to understand in its complexity, where, in each frame, there are layers of meaning, what is happening in the video itself, entertaining enough, and the poem superimposed on that, with occasional visions the boy had while the lines were spoken to him being presented in a ticker tape fashion at the bottom of the screen.
It’s actually a miracle and is a real example of soul healing, in this case his soul speaking to him now from the past. The video is now being viewed by the boy and those around him (or will be shortly), including his parents, and the divine muse of poetry, having knowledge of the future, knew when the video would be made and posted, at just the right time in the ‘death’ of the boy to bring him back to life, soul, and God.
“The Samadhi of the Gods is in my heart” means his spirituality is forbidden. His parents scorn his poetry, and he can’t follow the Mother and Sri Aurobindo. “I don’t like biryani I like burger.” He likes things American, which his parents don’t like. “I ask where is my dog,” his Beagle puppy, Grace, who he lost too. He lost all his dogs.
“Look back and you’ll get out” means that if he remembers what it was like living with me, looks back on those times, he’ll get out of school, school here meaning the school he is at home, school being a symbol for a child’s life lessons, whether they take place at home or at the institution of school. The whole poem is so he will remember what he’s forgotten under his parents’ intense psychological manipulation, where he lost himself. In this poem, which he wrote from his past to his future self, he’s trying to get his ‘dead’ self to see he needs to see who he really is.
“Bamboo sticks they use it to beat children in the school / and they use it to make sugar in the factory.” School is a symbol where he learns his lessons in life, both at home and school as an institution, as I’ve explained above. “Well, next time bad spirits of school Nazis,” meaning the extreme control his parents have used in this present situation, not the first abusive situation he’s been in with them, to get him to stop wanting me.
”Why is ice on fire on earth?” Our relationship has been put on ice but is aflame. “Gutter door is open. / Play along for awhile.” He did what his parents wanted and told people what they told him to say, “I’m okay with it,” but they can’t get him to tell me that. “Hold onto them with your breath, / knowers or brewers. / Mr. NoMore is out of town. He’s still holding onto to me, but his parents are telling him I’m a beggar, and I only want him to take care of me in my old age, and of course I’m Mr. NoMore.
The last lines mean that I recorded it all in my own muse and predicts that his story of childhood trauma will make a big difference in the world. The rap at the end, also muse and prevision, is a short synopsis of the bad situation he fell into when his parents took him from me. At that time he was listening to BoyWithUke.
Social consciousness we’re exploring here. This little boy’s showing it to you in the society he has with me. You don’t believe that we we share consciousness with each other. Here’s a poem that will show not only that, but that you can talk to your future self about that society you live in. An 11-yr-old boy wrote this, with an incredibly superior opening of the inner consciousness, magnetic, the very thing that you need to see so we can survive on this planet. In a spiritual emergency, you can write a poem in the inner consciousness to your future self, as this boy has done. He’s important to the world. You can count on one hand the number of kids that can do this in all the world.
Do you want this dead in him? It is right now. His parents have killed it. You’d call me a dirty old man because I want to see him so insistently, but your stereotype is wrong. I opened this boy’s consciousness, and we openly share consciousness together. We can prove this miracle. This is not the only poem of ours that shows it, because in poetry writing, in union with me he does it, and to have been torn asunder like this has caused our very souls to reach out for one another, and what else in him could have written this poem but his soul. Social consciousness, the first example.
Edge of the Game (Written October 2023)
Samadhi of the Gods is in my heart water drops. Like any other kid’s life my life is complicated. I don’t praise my parents I praise the Mother. Hot Wheels on the road, Boss Baby here.
Hah, I’m athlete, don’t fight me. Sticker bushes in the sky, clouds in the ground, study abroad or study up rod, my life is not stolen it’s in the safe. Don’t you laugh at me for a little blah blah.
I’m like a marshmallow. Can I really look handsome? Sinkin’ through space, Gandhi said you are a race. [two above lines heard sung] I don’t like biryani I like burger. I don’t vote Modi but I very much do hear melody. Garage of the forage, call me Mr. Poppins.
(I have a vision of laying wounded in a bedroom in a white bed. The Mother and Sri Aurobindo are near me and start meditating when I wake up, and I start meditating with them. When I start meditating with them, they give me a power stroke to say what’s going on, like by the power, like I know everything. I was told I could talk to them anytime I wanted, but I have to snap into my supermental body because my physical body is here on earth but my supermental body is with them. Then I ask the Mother for a poem to get out of school, and she says the line below) Look back and you’ll get out.
I’m thinking about leaving. The ancient realm is alive. Fate decides you, (vision of General Iroh telling me the above line in a Fire Nation ship in a vision) what kind of man you become. Rebuild the evolving species, hashtag flying away.
Earn money for doomsday, it’s in the eight sector. Betrayal is not good for God. Organize the pieces you’ll see what I’m talking about.
Dive deep under the water without a swimsuit you’ll see the glowin’ star. I see my dogs in the garden with the Mother and Sri Aurobindo.
I’m a part of the lily pond. Everything is reversed here. Pepsi or Coke a Cola I don’t know. Pepsi not for sure. It’s pizza time at the lake.
I shaved air. I’m a hill climber. Peacocks look at me weird. Do they see the shining sun? They have the magical eye. It’s easy for them to see me. I’m in the wild with them. I ask where is my dog. In the jungle I say. Why can’t it be in the plains, can’t it be in the house, can’t it be in the water, can’t it be in the hills, can’t it be in the hill climbers?
Sure do hill climbers climb that mountain. Well, I’ll fly to that mountain. I have the God’s eye. Maybe I can see the angel on top of you, because behind me it’s an organization assembled by the Gods and the God Himself.
School is such a pain in the ass. That’s where I get my boils from. School doesn’t pop it. My house pops it. Bamboo sticks they use it to beat children in the school and they use it to make sugar in the factory. Well you sure are making a way for the demons. Show me the certificate if you’re gonna hit a child. I’m going to God to talk about this. Well, next time bad spirits of school Nazis.
Please don’t hit my kind. You’re all a unified mind. Rhythm is not for music it’s for poets. I sure do use a lot. Why is ice on fire in Earth? It’s sure not like that in the spirit realm. I’ve visited that place.
Walk with honor. The ball’s in your court. Lay down the law. It’s not an opinion. It’s the whole world. Free angels in your mind. I’ve stopped drinking coffee, but I’ve moved on. It’s one or another. Soon he’s gonna get married. Everyone should learn to smile.
Gutter door is open. Play along for awhile. Treat yourself. Spirits go away. Hold onto them with your breath, knowers or brewers. Mr. NoMore is out of town.
Lily ponds are as beautiful as our inner. Record my fame for history. Business talks are not for me. Boy of the Northern Kingdom is about to wake up the whole world.
I fell out of my place for nothing to eat for I hit the ground sooo hard it hurt my life a little too far I cannot take it. I cannot carve through this mountain of lives. I am not so fine. The trauma I experienced in childhood I can blame it all on school, school, school, school, school. school. I am not a rapper. I’m a taper. I tape my life. The wounds can heal. My muscles can grow. My life can be a Christmas gift.
Get her to speak with me. Ger her to understand her fear of losing Nithish makes her abuse Nithish. She says she’s stopped beating him? It’s not a conscious choice she makes. She gets angry and loses control of herself and beats him. It’s her character. He will tell that.
Now, about abuse: she will not let him see me, even for a short visit, so to abuse him for preferring me over her. Yes momma I’m happy with you. What he’s really saying: yes momma I’m scared of you. Why won’t he mention daddy? Why won’t he fight for the right to see daddy?
I cannot speak of him in front of you, and I’m on his side. You don’t understand I cannot speak. The fear of you is so big inside, the fear of you mother, who has beat me, slapped me, brainwashed me for these past two months, so much so I cannot even speak, physically cannot speak, on daddy’s side in front of you. I am too scared of you.
Now Sandiya is this my muse talking or is this Nithish? Are you hiding from yourself the truth? Nithish loves you but prefers to be with me. Nithish is happy with me. He is not very happy with you. Nithish wants to live with me and visit you. These things are facts in that boy’s mind and heart, and stop lying to yourself about it. He feels that way.
When you make him speak against his will, you smother his identity and abuse him. Abuse is more than the hit of a hand or the handle of a genital. It’s forcing that child to do things against his will. It’s suppressing him own identity. It’s not letting him be who he is. It’s making him be who you want him to be. You are so self-satisfied, so sure you have his loyalty, but when you kept him from even greeting me, after two months of such emotional torment, his and mine, you crossed the line. He will tell on you now. Wait and see.
But why does it have to come to that? Can you just put a stop to your hate and desire for revenge? Can you consider the welfare of your child more than you needing your child? Can you do what’s best for Nithish? You know that is seeing and being with me. It doesn’t mean he’s not with you. It just means your fantasy that he’s your baby is not true. He’s his own self and is too big to be someone’s baby. I am a man, and at his age, he identifies with more with males.
His father has been a weekend dad all his life. I have been with that boy hundreds of days more than his father, and whatever you say about the boys I’ve raised, Sundar is a murderer. He has killed at least four people my advocate told me. What a role model for Nithish, and now he’s using his gang to threaten Asiya, to beat him up or even kill him, and you yourself Sandiya are giving that threat. What business is this for good parents? That is evil and you know it. Asiya did not hurt you, did not give you heart pain or grief, only helped me to ease mine, to do the right thing and help Nithish and I see each other, and you know that is good and proper in God’s eyes.
Can I show you a hidden example? A mutual friend Sudhan, you gave him a story to give to me. Call up daddy. Tell him you went in my house for a drink of water. Nithish was there alone. Tell him you asked Nithish about daddy. Nithish said I only love my mother, and I don’t care about anything else, a blatant big lie, a spinning web of psychological manipulation. Now Sudhan told me you had him do this to me. Imagine what you are doing to Nithish. This is just one example. When this is over, people will come forward with more. You’re being evil Sandiya, just evil.
You are willfully being bad, as bad as you can to me, for reasons I don’t clearly understand. You would kill me if you could get away with it. That’s how much you hate me. Is it at bottom really because Nithish prefers me to you? Is that the reason for all this hate?
Now pull him up on the carpet. Ask him to reassure you again how much he loves you. How many times have you done that? Do you chose me over daddy, do you chose me over daddy, do you chose me over daddy? He’s very afraid of you. He will tell you whatever you want to hear, because he’s scared of you, not because he loves you. You say if he spent time with me away from you he would change his mind. What does that mean? He would realize how he truly feels, and you are scared of that? You are not secure in his loyalty to you, are you?
In the eyes of God, please, allow Nithish and I to see each other without your interference, just for a short time the first time. Then we can go from there, and we can make peace again in our family for the children’s sake. It’s up to you Sandiya. It’s your decision. You hold the power for now. Will you do what’s right?
Hear a dog’s life. We question Nithish. He’s on the short end of the stick at home, the author of all these Facebook problems. He’s in trouble. He suffers so much for loving me. His mother ruins him for it. What can I do but cry?
Okay I have the strength of poetry, and I’m using it for Nithish. You think I’m stupid, a fool, just some crazy old man? I love my boy, and if it comes to that I will lay down my life for him to get him the help he needs.
He’s lost so much weight. He looks hollow and empty inside by the look on his face. I hear his behavior is erratic. He’s volatile and tells lots of lies. He’s not sure of himself. A personality change has occurred since he was taken from my home a happy and plump little boy. The mother is ignoring this, his state, his rapid deterioration.
To anyone that confronts her about letting the boy see me, she’s flies off the handle and screams at them to stay out of it, even to close relatives. That’s the mother he has. Now that’s Sandiya. Can you please help?
What happened at your advocate's office? He was threatened, when you came alive he was threatened. He had to obey his mother. Is that the real card? You thwarted her. You put yourself there not the mission. It was all your fault, never mind her cruelty.
Why do you allow her that? Why does she have all the power? You’re not being fair, and it has never changed, and I got no help there. So blame it on me, but You could’ve helped. You could’ve done something.
Why die? Because I’m lost him, and I cannot live without him, and it’s the betrayal of the universe, the betrayal of God. There’s a spider there. She believes it, does not see how inhuman she has become.
To not even allow you to embrace after all that pain, two solid months of grief? She kept him behind her and even put her hand over his face so you could not see each other when he tried to look at you from behind her. No one will show her cruelty to her. We just want you to feel certain effects, and We allow this.
Yesterday was your tragic happening, and you did that tragically. The list’s off the end. I know to pleasure that, so I know I’ve done the right thing. There is no possibility. There is no possibility. There is no possibility. He’s deleted everything except the system delete. Go in the freezer please.
Open your account. You’re a fish. You’ve got to give maybe. He needs your care and attention. This number’s strong. Please try later.
This is the stage of real power. This is the lonely winter stage. It’s about who’s going to the stationary shop and buying him metals and honor. I can do that. No, no, my hair’s growing. Lydia will fight me for it. I’m not concerned with that. I’m concerned with your future.
People this is imaginary pool. He hasn’t told me these things in the outer world. I look at him in spiritual vision, and I hear him tell me things. Lydia I think you’ve punished him for that. You have a primitive mindset, all of you, and you don’t understand the power of poetry. I have restored everything to show you. These poems here might be valued long after you are gone.
What that boy is is a poet, to a degree that most childs aren’t. Here is a poem that speaks of the future. It’s talking directly about Sandiya taking Nithish from me, and the way that we find peace from that, how to do it. It is written in poetic symbols. You will only recognize the last line as him talking about what’s going on today.
Read this poem and tell me he has no future here; this is the stupid babbling of a child; this does not show that he has any talent whatsoever; this is just a piece of garbage.
The argument I am having with his mother and father is over his future. I can give him American citizenship, a U.S. passport to travel the world, a university education in America if he so choose. I will not shove school down his throat.
I also give to him the status of a poet, not his future self, the child Nithish today. What is a poet? A person all honor and hold in high esteem. They write the culture and give it direction and meaning. They hold out their hand and presidents and prime ministers kiss it. They are the special meaning the world awaits with honor.
I give that to Nithish. His parents can’t. They are concerned with possession, rules, and school. I have his department. I not only know what he wants. I can give it to him. They know now he loves me, wants to be with me and has this whole time. They punish him and punish him now simply because he loves me. That is not fair. That is not right, and I’m sorry you have to see this, two parents doing this to their child, from waves of jealousy and hatred of the foreigner. Here I am, and here is his poem take us to the future.
Paradise Things With Lyrics by S. Nithish
Reach for peace, but it’s a long jump away. It’s One stairs. Butterflies are our airplanes. They’re peaceful and calm. They can fly us to space. From there we need to walk.
There’s a place for everybody in the world. I did two steps: let the Light be the guide; my place is out of this world. We all have something that we should pass on. I do not have a turnoff button.
The ancient minds were better. They left out clues for us. They left out clues around the world. We should always say thanks. Stars were meant to be together.
This is a photo of Nithish my advocate took at his office last night, May 7. He has lost so much weight, the hollow look on his face and in his eyes I cannot stop crying over. He did not look like this when his mother took him from my house.
I am very embarrassed to explain, but I lost control of my emotions in a meeting with the mother and the boy and my advocate. When she entered, she kept the boy behind her, using her hand to put over his face so he could not see me. I went behind him and put my hands on his head, and she quickly maneuvered so that I couldn’t touch him. There had been a second, when he was on the stars behind his mother, that he gave a week smile, but after that he pretended I was not even there.
The mother, boy, and the advocate went to the office, and I stood near the door, until they shut it. I could hear the boy crying and then the advocate shouting at him. Then I and my grown son was called into the office. I just looked at Nithish, who was trying to pretend I wasn’t there. I could not take that, and I began asking him to please speak to me, say anything but say something, and he would not. I asked him is he loved me, and he gave a weak yes, and then I began asking him about his mother hitting him with a flat board, what he had told to me to begin by in a phone conversation the very night before. He nodded a weak yes, that the advocate saw but not the mother, and when she turned her head to look at him, he stopped assenting. I told him that he had told me to do that, and he would speak, and he nodded his head again, and when the mother looked, he stopped.
I had pulled out my phone in the beginning of the meeting, and my advocate told me not to make a video. But then I saw the mother holding her phone like she was making one, and I knocked it out of her hands across the room. Then She took Nithish by the arm to leave, but I blocked her, telling the advocate that he saw the boy’s being abused and brainwashed, and I asked him to call child welfare. He refused. He physically took a hold of me and began moving me out of the office so the mother could leave with the boy, in a way that I could have to contact, even be near him. I was trying my best to keep her from taking him out of that office. I failed, and they left, and then I was severely dressed down for my actions by the advocate, asking me if I wanted to go to jail, and I was told once again, that in India, you can do anything about child abuse, not matter if it’s illegal or not.
I tried to explain that I am not India, am an emotional American, and that for two months I had been in severe emotional distress, getting calls from my boy to help him, and here I just could not not hug him or greet him, how impossible that was for me. I had to get him to speak to me.
So, it’s now over, and I am returning to America in the fastest possible way. I have to get away from this pain that boy giving it to me. If he won’t help, then I can do nothing for him. I’m sorry. I did my very best, and no one out there would help either. I never even got a single comment for support in any of these posts describing this tragic situation.
This I put on my Facebook timeline and tagged everyone in his neighborhood that I am friends with, and I also sent it as a WhatsApp message to everyone near him I’m connected to on WhatsApp. There is still little chance he will see it. I am not Tamil, and that makes the decisions around here. His mother tells people they cannot give him message of me, even mention my name to him, and people comply. They are not educated or cultured, are urban village, are the same crowd that watched his mother pour hot wax on him to punish him when he was a toddler. No one corrected her. I saw her light a match, blow it out and burn him with it when he was three. I really got onto to her for that, and speaking to Nithish about it some months back, he told him that wasn’t the half of it, and he told me of the hot wax and how the people on his street just watched his mother do things like that to him and say nothing. So it’s no surprise they say nothing now. It’s just tragic.
For those who have only seen this one post, two months ago tomorrow my little boy, Nithish, 12, was taken from my home by his mother because she had made a sex video of her younger son masturbating, and I did not want Nithish exposed to that. He was there when the video was made, and I wanted to make sure that stopped as far as he was concerned. So I took my advocate to talk to her about the schedule of parenting. At that moment, I had him on the week days, and they the weekends. His mother had informed me some days before that they wanted to change it to he would be with me one day a week. I only mentioned the video in the discussion of our differences in parenting, did not say anything about it at all because she immediately began screaming to get out of her house, out of her family, and that she would take Nithish, which she did about an hour later.
She has not allowed visits, phone calls, or, like I said, anyone to talk to the boy about me. She keeps repeating that she will not allow me to spend one second with Nithish, and here in India, she has that power. Parental rights override the welfare of the child. He has been able to call me in secret to tell me about the abuse he’s received since he was taken and to ask me for help to get him out of there. I have really tried, and today I was finally at court, but only in the parking lot talking to senior advocate who may help. I am a nigger here, and please do not get offended at that word because, although I am not enslaved or beaten, it does describe the level of discrimination I face here in trying to to just talk to my boy. Can you possibly imagine how it feels to not even be able to talk to your child in a photograph, and I was there the night he was born, began parenting him when he was three, have been the main parent since he was seven. The pain of this several previous poems attempt to give some picture of. Imagine how the boy feels. That hurts the most.
Harm's End 