I have started my journey. I feel like I wanna be dead. But why? Someone have to stop this school before kids die.
I need help please stop these dictators. Kids need power too if kids to live in this world in peace. I ask myself God please help me. Forsake have you?
It takes a power in India. I let me talk of light/God I to the world. I will be in heaven if I am able to be in peace.
I have started my journey. I am gonna see my old mind, and I am gonna write till I see no more. I seen God. I need way to escape from reality. Have they heard God or have they saw a kid talk to God? Well I have a spark of power now.
I am in sea with sea monsters. His eye was bigger than my head. I feel ashamed of myself.
Chapter 2
I have started my journey. Am I really pissed off? I ask you that or do I ask me that maybe? I should ask the world.
I shall be born again in my mind. Please look me in the eye and talk to me. They shot my head off, threw me in fire, stabbed me.
I can only hear the light, but can you go? I am stuck as one. I am three, but people only see one and judge me looking at my face.
I tell them judge me after looking in my inner soul. Are we kids gonna die without living life a little? I am very strong my muse. I have to protect the light from another somebody from stealing it.
I always say goodnight, sweet dreams, but who’s there to that for me? God help I am homeless. I have opened my pen to write me.
This poem is a prevision of the future. Nithish wrote it from spiritual vision some months before the horrible situation he’s describing happened to him, when he was taken from my home by his mother, where he lived during the week, visiting his parents on the weekends. That is the journey he started. They did bad things to him, but the worst has been what they have done to his heart by doing Nazi-like things to him to kill his love for me and keep him from having contact of any kind with me, although for the first two months he called me in secret telling me of the abuse, and of course we have inner contact in spiritual vision, or I do; this also has been killed in him by his parents in their attempts to kill his love for me. He doesn’t write poetry anymore, no longer hears his muse, or very little.
I need to mention that school for Nithish is the worst thing in the world. He’s been badly abused for his dyslexia in school, both physically and emotionally, and his parents would never allow me to get him tested for the learning disability. But in this poem, school represents where he gets his life lessons, and that takes place at home too. The muse, the inner voice of poetry, uses the symbols that you know, and, if you have some preconceived idea, it won’t override it but use that in the place of what would more represent the truth. That’s going on here with his use of the word school to describe what is going on in his home with his parents.
He was not just split in two, having to have one face to his parents and another to me, but there was the Nithish alone to himself he had to try and honor also, and so when he’s speaking of being three people, not just one, that’s what he’s talking about. Since the source of his abuse came from his parents punishing him for continuing to love me and wanting to see me, not to mention betraying their bedroom sins to me, he became completely silent about me with anyone he didn’t trust, did not even mention my name, let alone say want to see me.
On the phone he told me that he had to do that because they were treating him very badly, like he was poison, because he had caused all this trouble for his family and brought shame on it, and so, he told me, he had put on a fake smile, but he was really sad inside. So he was one person to his family and another to me, and still another to himself. I cannot tell you what this does to a child, especially one that is right this very second beginning the body changes into adolescence. Mental illness of some sort will ensue at some point. If I am unable to bring him home, I believe the boy will become a psychopath like his father, who has murdered four men in cold blood for his gang.
I have the flower in my head. I just want to get it in the light. Can I just be in my life? Can I just get my life back?
I am running to the light again. Pull me up so I can join you. For next level it’s coming up.
I am crying I need sleep. They call me poison. That’s not my name I am Nithish. Why do you care will show my name to the world going down the road?
Ha! can you see that coming? That’s the new world formed. Pass it can you hear me out? Let me get back home. I am very loud if you know— your smartass come from the divine.
I am blinded from the light. Is that it that’s the start of the border? Wanna go beyond? Let’s go to the spark of soul that’s a frost fire running out of school. Run with me hear the bird. Run with me for good.
They judge me by any downfall. Well see my poem from God. Have you met my birds? To the surface we can go to New York, get the jet ski fly away from ground.
If you have been reading these posts of Nithish’s poetry, then you know he’s writing this from spiritual vision, meaning he’s not making it up; it’s spoken into his inner ear and he writes it down. This a poem he wrote while at school some months before he was taken from his home at the lake. In one fell swoop he lost his whole life, me, Douglas, his dogs, his own room, his new computer, the farm, the lake, all of it, and he has not been allowed to return or visit me since, anywhere, call me on the phone, have anyone give him message of me, or view his YouTube channel. Read the last post to see why his parents have done this, and you will suspect, as I do, that they have abuse they are hiding, and they know the boy will tell me if he sees me alone long enough, and they are preventing that.
I don’t think I need to interpret this poem line by line. It’s obvious what he’s talking about, but what’s extraordinary about it, miraculous, is that he wrote this months before the he would be in the situation he’s speaking about, so his future self could read it and understand what is going on. His ‘wokeness’ to his situation comes and goes, more goes than comes actually, if my spiritual vision of him is correct, but I do know from others telling me that he is silent about me and the life that was taken from him, does not even mention me or it. That sure does make me think, and the purpose of his poetry, why he wrote it to his future self, was to make him think, understand what has happened to him, and stand up for himself. I do not understand spiritual process, all this miracle just to go to the garbage can of his mind, be deleted. He has as yet no interest in reading it.
Ha ha ha! I have ran to the divine false— call me a poet after 18+. I have time to die.
I call myself the poet for my life through the end. I am what do you call me, what the godfather? Oh no, that’s not me. My character is at the lake, aka the divine.
I have asked the god to stay. My life is always sour-like.
My mind turn the lights for my room, draw the lights for my room. I am going to wait for you through the light.
Nithish was taken from my home and subsequently brainwashed. I record that here, the eye-opening of Nithish. All you the pictures are aligned.
I will show his mother this, a mother mentally unbalanced in the possession of her boy, and all the abuse that has ensued from her possession. Find myself giving him the blanket he deserves. He will not look at me I know.
You’ve got, the people that are helping me, cosmic kitchen. Show him what he needs to see. Show him himself in the mirror.
The first poem Nithish wrote months before he was taken from my home by his mother because I mentioned to her a video she had made of her youngest son doing a sex act. It is not just a prediction of the future, what will happen to him as a result of showing me that video and telling me its context, but it is himself talking to his future self so to overcome the brainwashing, gaslighting and abuse his parents have put him through because of betraying them to me in regard to that video and the sexual abuse of his little brothers by his father. He told me very private things about what was going on in the bedroom of his family when his father came home from Chennai on the weekends, and they have made him pay for that betrayal and for his love for me.
“The divine false” is his parents’ rule over him, him turning away from God and spirituality and putting his parents in that place. His mother has said he cannot see me again until he’s 18 or over, what “18 plus” means. When he speaks about “time to die,” he’s talking about not only the death of his former self, the real Nithish, but his thoughts of suicide, which he has had in all the trauma his parents have given him for loving me. He disputes that he has to wait until 18 to be a poet, what it means when he says he calls himself “the poet for life through the end,” and to understand the poem, you need to know that being a poet and me being his daddy, or really, his spiritual master, his inner poetry teacher, are intertwined. He’s also talking about not having to wait until 18 to see me again.
In spiritual vision I have seen that his father plans to have me killed and wants Nithish to approve of this, but Nithish has not told me this, but has called twice to tell me to go into hiding without explaining why, not recently though. His father has officially murdered four men in cold blood for his gang, a gang of Lawspet whose leader is a notorious man named Sironen. The gang now feigns to be disbanded, but it is not, and Sundar, his father, feigns to have left it, but he has not. That’s what he means by people calling him “the godfather.” and those people, the you referred to, are his parents. He is very familiar with American movies, and I don’t know if he has seen The Godfather, a movie about an Italian mafia family, but we have talked about that film together. He will not approve of this murder of me, because his “character is at the lake,” where we live, at Usteri Lake, how he refers to the location of our home, which for him is synonymous with the divine because it’s here he is coached in sadhana to realize the divine in his life.
The god he’s asking to stay is me, his spiritual master, and we are in a union of consciousness, on the level of soul, and if you don’t believe just read his poetry and mine, and I have the power to see inside of him, be there in his consciousness, and he can feel me there, and he’s asking me to stay, despite his outer self seeming to have forgotten about me, which the phone call I’ve described shows is not the case. He’s told me he can feel me inside when he was calling me in secret. It is a divine power, a power of consciousness, and you will only believe me when you question the child about it, but no one will question him, and no one’s allowed to.
Despite the special treatment he’s now getting from his parents, he still feels his life “sour-like.” He knows his mind is the key, as I’ve taught him that what he thinks he becomes, and here he’s trying to turn his mind to the light, and he ends by telling me, “I am going to wait for you through the light,” the light being all his poetry, and mine, that is trying to free him from the abuse and Nazi-like control his parents have over him.
Today morning I saw a car. Its name was sunny. In my I saw sunny. In my pen I saw sunny again.
And my friend, he wrote something in a paper, and he gave it to me. In the paper it said sing, sing, think.
I saw a sun shine in my life. One, it will happen again, right happy I am. I told you can I have my rights back? My back I got my back I say, and you say haha haha.
Are you the Joker? No I am the divine power of the God. Wanna see me fly?
Nithish is writing this poem to his future self, as he is in the video-poem “Edge of the Game”. The poem was written some months before he was taken from me, when his life was taken from him, his daddy, his dogs, his computer, his room, his home, and the lake, all in one swoop, and he was taken to live with his parents and given no rights, supervised constantly so as not to try and call or see me, controlled to the nth degree for the same reasons.
The sun that he is talking about is Supermind, and before he was taken, he was a serious student of Supermind. His parents have forbidden him spirituality and to follow Sri Aurobindo and the Mother. The friend that he is talking about is me, and I’ve been writing on Facebook just what he says I’ve been writing so to get him to sing and think, as he’s been almost completely brainwashed by his parents by this time, two and a half months since he was taken. He does not want his rights taken from him, being made to feel like the Joker because they say he’s brought shame to the family, and here he is trying to wake up his future self so he doesn’t lose himself.
You might ask why won’t his parents even look at these things? Do you know they won’t let him read his own poetry? Just ask them to let him, and they will tell you they don’t want him to remember me and change his mind, someone that has been there since the day he was born, parenting him for half of his childhood, giving him years of memory he can’t completely erase, and their answer shows their intent, and it’s not for the needs of Nithish nor is in his best interests. It’s to take his memory of me and to get him to only love them, despite everything, simply to possess him. His mother told me over the phone she did not care about his needs; she wanted him, and he was hers.
Just this poem alone show strong evidence of prevision in the boy’s poetry, and there is much more, where he’s also talking to me from the past, giving me instructions for how to deal with the situation of him being taken by his parents and abused by them in the video-poem “Menu of the Gods”. Then there’s his song, “Big Time Song”, a general prevision about how it feels when they take him from his home, take his life from him, and the process of him coming to understand that, and how “date is in his life, working for his life,” the time that he returns home to the lake.
Yesterday I found a stack of poetry in his drawer in his room that he’d written while in school, and he’d shown the poetry to me when he’d written it, and I’d just filed it away, telling him the poetic quality wasn’t up to pare with the muse he was getting for his YouTube channel. Now I’m reading them, and I’m humbled and blown away by the fact that he wrote all this to his future self of some months hence, to himself now, to guide him to wake up from the brainwashing that’s being done to him by his parents to kill the poet in him and the spiritual seeker, the boy that wants to stand up for children everywhere and have some kind of neighborhood court, he told me, where children can challenge decisions their parents make concerning important things in their life. I must tell you now I’m not really his daddy; I’m his spiritual master, and that’s the secret relationship we’ve been having, what I tell him not to tell anybody, although I am not a master; I’m an adept, but you understand the relationship.
We need strong evidence of the soul and the divine active in humanity today, like more that at any other time in our history, because we are on the brink of destruction. Here we have that, and this is a miracle. We need miracles, ones that can be clearly seen, and what is a miracle but Nature when she has been stripped of her plain clothing of ordinary and shown to possess powers we have suspected all along is in her store, but ones she does not show often enough to believe in nor to very many people at a time, powers that show us her secret divinity and close bond with the soul and God? A miracle, people, I give you a miracle, where the whole wide world can watch it, on the world wide web, the inner poetry of Nithish. We are watching the boy fly.
Can you really stretch two mountains? I don’t need to jump off. I can just fly through space. I met Neil Armstrong. It was his pride to do that can’t you see? I do something from the bottom of your heart. Mine is poetry. Why can’t you speak your mind? Because of those evil touts control your mind. I learn to fly. I see another world in the pond. I can’t be right, but I can be truthful to the world. I can feel the change. The world is changing once again to a bad turn. Do you really want to let them in with yourself? No way I am gonna let that happen.
This was sung to Nithish on the inside as a rap while he was in school about two months before he was taken from me. It was one of two raps he wrote, or, I should say, his muse wrote. The other is at the end of the video-poem “Edge of the Game”. This rap comes from spiritual vision, and he is seeing what is about to happen to him, that “bad turn” coming. In the second to last line, he is speaking about his parents when he uses the pronoun “them”, who are psychologically manipulating him so that they kill the poet him because they think poetry is a waste of time and because they are suspicious of the lines of poetry that he hears from the inside because they turn him towards God and spirituality and not to them, his parents, and I’m paraphrasing things they’ve said.
They do not see any talent here, but, dear reader, do you see no talent here? He has a talent that maybe only two or three kids on the whole planet have, an ability to not only write poetry and song completely from inner listening but also an ability to tell the future. Do you really want that destroyed? Maybe he has this talent to help us not to destroy the world. I might ask who the two mountains are. Would you laugh if I said he and I? I write poetry from spiritual vision also, and it was me opened this up in him.
We have Nithish shortly— how are you? I’m fine and you? This very big quote discipline, where you don’t have to. Nobody’s taking down your posts. You’ve reached starlight here.
Oh I don’t know. Would you like some singers please? Grab dumb ideas, unless you put that in the shop, make this beautiful, give this a whirlwind. We’re comin’ upon it now.
Brandin’ a microphone. It’s got good music on it. They will hear it. You’re soundin’ the alarm. Nithish is in trouble. He needs help, these five points.
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
Can I see Nithish, get in touch with Nithish? Riot in the sky, I see this as I’m putting Nithish to bed. Oh my God it’s the sure I’d Lloyd I’d love to see you. I’d like my heart back please, pump when I see him.
Take one daddy to school with you. How do I choose? When did you loose the property? When my mother gave daddy tears. And if all else fails don’t let him do my inner. I’m holdin’ out for a special treatment. He called. He answered. Daddy can talk to me again.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow? (line heard sung) Where is he? Why can’t I see him? He’s incredible. Show us a way stay of execution. Just take him, I know where he’s at right now. Generate a whole new record. The door to your future you just looking at me to want to see me. He turned around as soon as you said that.
To pick up Jesus, tear a doll out of your breast. You are hurting me, go the distance. The power has put his eyes out. He bless Nithish. Thank you for being so sweet. Everything in my inner power I have done, my power.
Stop treating me like this. There’s one problem on the crimes: I don’t believe you. You’ll have a typical day at the office not for long. I’m mean to measure you, show you to yourself. Here I show you.
You are a horrible and wretched little boy. As far as I know you haven’t capital anything except your playthings. You will see this and fast. I show this to him. You will see art. You are not a brother of the Sun.
You’re being recorded. Easily jealous, I will show you what you requested, the courage to love in the face of defeat, the courage to love in the face of death, the courage to love when the one you love could care less if you live or die. You are incapable of this courage. You are incapable of this love. I give it to you yourself.
Do you see me Nithish? That is wisdom: love before anything else, and my mean little boy, who’s cut me out of his life and thrown me out in the street, I honest to God do love you, and I always will. I’ve got to give it to you, you horrible little boy, so you don’t grow up a psychopath, the meaning of abuse. There I see you. வணக்கம், the world is watching. What do you say?
Is this what I’m supposed to say to him? It’s his difference he appear on the outside from the Nithish on the inside, the Nithish that thinks and feels. The world sees him the Nithish on the outside that is spoiled, rotten, and mean. That’s what the world sees Nithish. It’s unknown to you the world can’t see your inner. You’re a child that thinks and feels, and you can’t measure the world yet.
How you think and what you feel are so entirely big to you, are louder than the world in front of your face, so loud they fool you. It is so loud in there you think the world can see the inner you. You need to open that up and show the world what you’re made of. Can you get a grasp on this Nithish? If you do not now, in your little boy self, right now still in your tender days, your life will be such a waste it won’t even be possible to record. Stand up for yourself now. Stand up for you.
Can you hear me honey dog? You know it’s time. There, I’ve said my piece. Is it still the meaning of abuse? We gather abuse that way. Give this to all people out there who care.
I will not speak. My inability to speak keeps this bottled up inside me so I don’t feel it. Do you trust me? Some day I will touch this pain again and tell you how much I love you my very precious daddy. I cannot do that now. I’m sorry. It hurts too much.
Signed, Nithish
Okay world, you got your answer. The boy will not stand up for me. He will simply let me die without saying a word, if I choose to do a hunger strike. That is powerful pain I have to deal with, my boy’s denial of me when I am doing everything I can to help him, as I promised I would when I spoke to you on the phone Nithish, not long ago. Has it only been two weeks?
Okay Sandiya what can I say but I’m sorry? I made a very big mistake in challenging your pride, and no there was no blackmail with the intention of putting you or your husband in jail, no matter what the boy said the day you took him from my home. He was confused. Throughout these two months, in everything I’ve done, in everyone I’ve spoken to, I did not try to put you in jail. I made no attempt to file a case of any kind. The video lies there unopened. It’s never been used to get you arrested.
Will you please forgive me? If not for me, then for the sake of your son? He needs me and you know it. His heart is a battlefield, and he’s just lost a major battle of the war. You don’t understand love, how it can’t be killed, and it only hurts your child to try.
Do you know how much time together we have spent? Many years of his childhood, formitable years, influential years. We have been so together for so long, and he can’t just wipe that out of his life, like it never happened. It’s too big a hole in his childhood. He can’t get rid of it. What you are asking of him is too much, and it is too cruel.
I can only ask you again to forgive me for this boy’s sake. Where does this go? Let me see him, and we can avoid this drastic measure I’m about to take. Can you see that? Can you see that with your heart?
After all the years we’ve spent together Sandiya, since you yourself was 12, you do not want to let me die refusing to allow me just two hours alone with your son, after all that we’ve been through together for so long. Please Sandiya listen. For God’s sake listen, and let us avoid catastrophe, let us avoid more pain. Lay down your arms, and I lay down mine, and let us make peace for children’s sake, and I do not have to lay down my life for the sake of this boy. It is not just me seeing him; it’s about letting Nithish be Nithish, what I will truly be fighting for.
Will you accept my apologies? And we can move on, get through this, and give Nithish what he truly needs, and he needs both of us for that future. Listen to his English. Listen to his ideas, his manner of speaking, his manner of thinking. That is my stamp upon him not yours. You are not an intellectual nor someone culturally refined. I am sorry but you aren’t. I have sophisticated this boy, cultured him, in things that are the high pass of humanity, and I have shown him God reaching down into his life, and I have shown him the opening to the well of soul.
Listen to his poetry very carefully, and you will not find the stupidity of a child. That is not a baby there rattling off with no will of his own. It is a very alive and mature soul wanting this boy to fulfill his purpose to manage his destiny, and that is not my destiny nor yours. It belongs to Nithish alone. Grant that to him and let us pass this brush with death. I beg you Sandiya. What else can I do?
I can give him America and U.S. citizenship and what his future could do with that, anywhere in the world. You can’t give him that. You are limited to India for this boy. Why can’t I open up the world to him? Because you need him to fulfill your life? Isn’t that what you told him I wanted him for? Please Sandiya, think on yourself. Doing evil to me with no goodness involved is a grave sin, and it will haunt you for the rest of your days if we cannot make amends, and my death will be between you and Nithish even unto the afterlife, if you let me die and do not let him to speak.
Let us put his future together, as I am not a mean man, unlettered. I have the college education you want for him, and I have the experience of an unusual and varied lifetime that reaches for humanity’s heart. I do not believe you are filled with so much hate you will let me die. I do not, and I stake my life on that belief. It is not my folly that I hunger strike. It is your folly, your heartbreaking refusal to let the boy and I see each other. Okay Sandiya, where do we go from here? It's for Nithish.
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.
Harm's End 