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The Last Podcast

On By Donny Lee DukeIn Dreams, Inner Voice and Vision, Nitish's YouTube channelLeave a comment

Video Description

Reality
You were crying and trying to hide your tears.
Nithish, do not fake it.
Only 500 meters
to where you’re home again.

You have some tears to show Nithish,
your thoughts of suicide,
your pain at the world,
the unspoken madness.

Let it all come gushing out,
safely, wholly,
by pounding on your parents’ foreheads
let me live with daddy!
Now that’s the vehicle in the room.
Come on kid let’s go.
Now baby dog.

Dominance
next
undo.
They lord it over you.

You want to come to America,
and that’s your airport,
your insistence on seeing me.
That’s your offering.
You give it to that boy in you
you have not let the world see—
I really wanna see daddy I can’t take it.

For about a year and some months, from the beginning of 2022 to October of 2023, Nithish, Mithun, Douglas and I did a post cast on the interpretation of dreams called The Dream Company. The podcast ended in our last recorded episode, Episode 56, recorded on October 1, 2023, which has not been posted yet on our podcast site but which I present here.

Two minutes and 51 seconds into the podcast, Nithish relates a dream and interprets it in regard to his need to live with me here at the lake full time, and we discuss the abuse that was happening to him at that time at the hands of his parents, when we had no idea what would happen in a few months time, that he would be taken from me and suffer much worse abuse, which he predicts in the video-poem Edge of the Game when he says, “Well, next time bad spirits of school Nazis.”

In interpreting his dream we did recognize that it was a prevision of the future, but we just did not imagine that that future was many months away and not days. That future that he predicted in the dream has not happened yet, as he’s not got the power he has in the dream, has not overcome the biggest bully in his school, and his mother has not brought him to the lake and left him here, all of which happen in the dream. We await it to come to pass.

I relate my own dream next in the podcast, but I interpreted it wrongly. My worry over Nithish at that time did not equate being smothered by a python, but now with what his mother has done after she took him from me does. By not allowing us any contact with one another, it’s been like having the life squeezed out of me by a huge snake; the grief has almost killed me. So my dream was a prevision of the future too, but I could not imagine at the time what it really meant until the events the dream foretells came to pass. That the Mother assures me at the end of the dream that I will be rescued gives me the same hope that Nithish’s dream gives me, and that is that he will be back with us soon.

That hope is further broadcast by muse, spiritual vision, giving the name of this video and asking what I’d done with things just the other morning at dawn. I wasn’t thinking about our podcast and hadn’t in some time, and I didn’t remember the content of our last recorded episode, didn’t have the slightest idea what we talked about in it. It just came out of the blue because my muse, which is a divine power, has the power of omniscience, and it knew what we recorded nine months ago and also knew that now was the right moment for the boy to hear what he needs to hear, and for his parents and everyone else involved. With that kind of magic supporting us, we have more than hope; we have faith given to us by the divine. Will the divine lose? Wait and see, but we can also ask if the sun is coming up in the morning. Do you think it won’t?

The Mother of the Day

On By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, childhood education, ego activism, PoetryLeave a comment
photo by the author
Everybody deserves credit,
the ebook I’m about to give you.
Do you know what’s real?
Don’t give me any chances.
And why not?
Put me in the hospital,
be in a hostel.
Don’t put me in the world.
Thrown out
of life paradise with you.
But someone he gets mixed up.
He gets really missed.
Bury your head.
Now I can’t be a boy.
[two above lines heard sung, from my song “I Never Boy”]
https://youtu.be/kvx_uZ9iWKc?si=SbDujgGn4kJrjp_K

I’m in concert.
Can you believe it,
that I’m deaf?
When you first arrived,
was that before rise here?
You’re here all day with her.
Basically I wanted knowledge.
She leans down not to help her calm.
It’s inevitable
we have the victory in the Mother’s hands.

Like lost his faith left and right.
He didn’t trust the Mother.
She’s real to him,
and she’s so present in his life.
He speaks to her in vision,
always soothing him,
always assuring him,
making sure he’s on the right track.
She is gentle but firm,
and there she is in vision again,
the Mother’s face looking into mine.
She’s there to tell me it’s okay.

The Mother is working on changing the ground of reality.
This situation had to play out last.
It’s about abusing kids
and making them safe in their homes.
The fundamental problem in humanity
our children we hit and beat,
give them spoons
to make them unhappy with.
We are generally mean with kids,
rob them of their wills,
want us to be the center and focus of their lives,
the family tree,
the parent that needs that love.
They belong to God
not to us.

We’ve got to get it right with our children.
This has to happen in a big way.
It has to be seen by many people,
and then change could come.
We will tear the house down
mocked kid and other crimes.
We have to learn with our children
all the ways of the world
that come into blossom/blessing with our children.
[above words heard spoken simultaneously]
We need them to be kings and queens
in how we respect them with our attention.
They are the center of the room,
not our pastime.
They are not a sidelight we’re handlin’.
Sacrifice a parent does
to put that child’s needs above their own.

We’re not here for enjoyment,
though we can enjoy.
We are raising God in our rooms,
big monumental change,
and we will love our children to that door.
How is this done?
With the patience that master plan.
We give them our very lives
and correct their misbehavior with love
that does not hurt them,
but knows how to employ their own will
to overcome their blunders.
Patience and kindness,
it’s our children we’re holdin’ you see.

Who can live up to this plan?
It is a model we use every day
to come into the kingship with our children,
and we start with they are not hit or beat
or have their pants pulled down for our enjoyment.
We leave their genitals alone,
but we do not make them put shame there
or keep them from their own file.
We are liberal with our children,
and we give them their natural development
and do not stand in the way
when they have a soul purpose different from ours.
They may not stay in your home
once they’re grown.

This change is coming,
and it’s gonna change the Earth.
It will heal all our problems
that we make upon ourselves.
It’s the number one duty in humanity,
pickin’ up God growin’ up,
making our children safe with us,
allowing them to be free,
allowing them to follow their own path,
allowing them to be who they are,
not put our trails on them
and force them to follow.
Can you see this change?

It’s how we raise our children.
It will be the talk of humanity soon,
and we will standardize this with love,
and abusers will be punished—
according to the old rule.
The new rule does not punish children,
who are also parents
or some other person
that has damaged a child.
We see the child in the adult
who grew up on the receiving end
of what they’re dishing out today.

Change forms it’s still the same nature,
but we do not just let it ride.
We engage that parent,
that adult,
in terms of love
that knows how to handle people,
that that man that woman puts on
to find their way out of meanness,
to find their way out of abuse.
A separation model
must needs to be truly called for.
This is integral care.
This is holistic healing.

We will protect children,
but not from monsters,
from erring adults.
I cannot spell out to you this plan
in one sentence.
I can show you the way.
You hear the Mother,
and this is her master plan.
We touch our children
with all systems go.
We’re climbin’ love.

There’s Nothing More I Can Do

On By Donny Lee DukeIn childhood education, PoetryLeave a comment
Nithish at the meeting of the Child Welfare Committee, photo by the author
He has the robot,
the eye of the robot.
Entryway
to the death of this child from his own soul.
Child Welfare
could not grasp the situation,
and they did not listen to his tears
as he gave his mother what she wanted,
the rule to hurt me.

He was distraught.
He openly sobbed.
He held my hand from across the table
and squeezed it
as he shook his head no
he didn’t even want to see me one day a week.
He couldn’t even speak.
His emotions had his tongue.
This was blamed on me,
not his unwillingness to betray his love for me.
That red flag was not seen.

I’m left with this picture.
Is that a rule boy?
It’s not a boy in love with life.
I can measure ‘im,
but you’d have to listen to the song “I Never Boy”.
I can’t reach him.
I can’t do anything about this.
I can only go home to America
and try to restart my life,
knowing God doesn’t care.
The divine doesn’t help,
and Sri Aurobindo and the Mother are either liars
or have not the power to save.
I have lost my faith,
and where does a man go who has lost his faith?

My life is over
as far as hope goes.
I just want to die,
but I will not do that
until my time has come.
Thank you for listening to me,
giving the space in your lives
for one such as me.

I tried.
I did my very best,
but lies and deceit carry the day,
the boy’s lies too.
There is nothing else I can do.
If I do not have this boy’s will to see me,
the will that he declares in public,
not his hidden will,
I can do nothing to help him,
and I must leave.
You understand.
It will take some time to leave.
We want to take our dogs,
but the wheels are in motion.
Goodbye.

I Never Boy

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I Never Boy

Chorus

Now I can’t be a boy.
Now I can’t be a boy.
A bitter thing that I’ve gone through.
Now I can’t be a boy.
Now I can’t be a boy,
and the play plays strong in your strong eyes.
Bury your head.
Now I can’t be a boy.

Verse 1

What I’m goin’ through.
I never boy.
Years of file
I wore my grandfather.
Try to overcome the world in some fear.
Well I’ll be damned,
there’s gotta be another way.
Come and hurt me,
tearing at the edges of my mind.

Verse 2

Put hands together.
Maybe I’m wrong,
I’m goin’ where Christ the energy.
Call your boss and forgive her,
your mother.
Even if I restart my family,
now I can’t be a boy.
Hopefully it will happen this time,
gonna knock on doors again,
have a beautiful time.

Verse 3

Marco,
Polo.
She stand him file,
his mother.
Too over, it’s over.
He walks along disaster in English.
He was alone.
Where my mother put me so sad and alone.
It’s gonna take some time I’m not the right person.
You gotta figure it out. A 93
It doesn’t take anything.
There may be a fall.

Verse 4

I spoke to the cinema.
I’ve come up with another way,
respect and honor to the people that I love,
my grandfather.
Yes I’ve opened to you,
Yes you love me, yes you do.
You mouse, big changes ahead.
I will father the way,
overcome the world.

Verse 5

His life is basically over,
that’s what I’m goin’ through.
Real men
would not do this to Nithish.
Years put everything
onto the child.
It’s a child made to feel all alone.
It’s a child made to dump on.
You won’t hear the child.
Changed my life.
Now I can’t be a boy.
Now I can’t be a boy.

I wanna be a boy.
Everybody sound impatient.
Sunlight I’m gonna be.
I’m gonna be a hero.

Drainin’ the Steel

On By Donny Lee DukeIn PoetryLeave a comment
photo by Douglas
He just wants the people he love to be fair to. (vision of Nithish standing in the forest at a microphone stand and speaking into the mic)
Life is a very changed little boy.
He’s not gonna control.
Will see everything
eight thousand,
which means he doesn’t see it as himself.

You gotta take the phone out of his hands
and let him listen to you.
You got a therapy.
You can help it.
In the interest of therapy
you will go.
Okay then,
a PowerPoint presentation,
you spend the night with me in the phone.

He had just been through a hard time
for any conversation at all with him.
I let him
throw the other people in jail.
A file said that.
Boy’s not gonna go crazy
and do anything rough to his daddy.

Just bury your head and see
now’s not a good time.
I vintage.
We’re tired.
It’s been my dream
to have a mountain visit with daddy.
I can’t get up.

They don’t go.
They don’t leave him out.
They guard him all the time.
It’s impossible to see him
wherever they visit.
I can’t hear a car.

Did you make yourself useful?
Not yet.
See you soon
Nithish.
Goin’ to Kuru you’re not fondu, over?
I don’t think so.
I stay away from that plan.

Why is the son
not supporting seeing me?
What is that? (two visions of ugly, insane pictures of some horrible place)
Hell
my mother makes me imagine,
my mother messages me.
There is a want to see you
gotten in.

Could not believe it,
we are right where we see each other weird,
but I belong
to him.
In a child’s mind three and a half months is a long time
not bein’ with his daddy.
He forgets the report.
He forgets the love and attention.

Christ look ahead.
Don’t overlook your eves.
Does it take all day?
I’m with you so much
right now,
watch your glow.
(vision of Ramya, a young woman I’m a daddy to. She’s looking at me and smiling)
You give everybody kindness.
Give me your love and support.

On Monday the child never woke back.
Come here.
I told him
tomorrow’s thinking about that
does not measure our true love.
Have a good day.
I love you.

Go into the Earth tower,
I have to maintain.
I cannot see Nithish and that kills me.
I watch his moods change from day to day.
I’m inside his consciousness you see.
He toys with me like a rabbit
and then just puts me down and forgets about me for a while.

We achieved union together,
and this is the price I pay for it.
A child does not know your worth.
They only see themselves.
I can’t take this child anymore.
I carry his pain all day.
He just wants to be happy and forget about me.
I’m too much trouble for him right now.

What evil is this
a mother does to her child?
No one questions the mother’s insanity
to forbid any contact whatsoever,
when she herself will admit
I was good to the boy and did not abuse him.

This is killing his character,
but this is India,
and we don’t protect our children,
and we do not know the damage the heart can do
to a child that’s been made to kill his love
for one of his parents.
This boy will not be kind.

I can only sit here and watch it all
and cry.
I so want to help my boy.
I am with him every minute of every day,
and the sleepless nights
just tear me apart,
and it’s all I can do to maintain,
and I must maintain.

Do you consider me?
I’m a value in consciousness,
and the same you hear from me
I opened up in this boy,
but that has been killed too,
and no one seems to mind.

I love you Nithish,
and I will not give up on you,
and I understand your pain
and your need to be a boy.
I am a parent and I can take sacrifice.
I just wish you could see me
as I am
and not in the stench of gaslight
you mother has put you through.

It’s inevitable
that one day you will.
A demon can only hold the field for so long
before the divine forces prevail.
Do you see me Nithish?
I am here,
and I’m not going anywhere.

Forward

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photo by his daddy
Let’s move forward Nithish.
It’s time to move forward Nithish.
The camera pushes in,
immediately replaces your silence with sound.
It seemed to have the heart glow of eternity.
Some price is right.
Making sense out of a horrible situation, okay?
I can be the whole thing now, forever.

Now I can’t be a boy. [line heard sung as though Nithish is singing it]

I can’t cover good for you
when he knows
you won’t say my name in proper.
You won’t say how you feel.

What do I need to save you?
I need you to call my name in public,
say how you really feel,
to whomever asks.
Be honest about it:
you want to live with your daddy;
you are not happy with your parents.

If you don’t do this you will die
to all of your dreams and aspirations,
to a happy childhood,
to being a teenager in America,
to being an adult who’s a poet,
who loves the world and protects children.
You will die to yourself Nithish.

Listen to me good.
I have more to say but that’s the main thing:
you must call my name now,
in front of your parents,
in front of Kuruchikuppam,
in front of the city of Pondicherry.

When a random stranger asks,
when your parents ask,
when anybody asks:
you love your daddy;
you want to live with him;
your parents have been very mean to you.

Go to type.
Type good news,
fast car,
your heart’s desire.
I need you to listen to me Nithish.
To mask truth
so people can rob you of your identity,
take from you who you are,
you’re destroying your own dreams;
you’re kissing the feet of those who abuse you;
you are not getting your heart’s desire;
you are getting nightmares.

Don’t worry.
I am here.
Let me help you,
but you need to also help yourself.
You are not helpless.
You are not a baby.
You are scared to death.

Do you know how many social workers
are watching what’s happening to you right now?
You have an audience of concerned people,
and your mother knows that.
If they try to put you into a boy’s hostel,
if you even get beat again,
they will stop all that,
but you need to speak up so they can.

They are going by what your mother tells them
and everyone else:
you are happy with her;
you do not want to see me;
you are perfectly normal now.

This is Nithish,
not who my mother says I am.
Call my name.
Call your own name,
else you will not come out of this water,
and you cannot be a boy.

They are going by what your mother tells them
and everyone else:
you are happy with her;
you do not want to see me;
you are perfectly normal now.

This is Nithish,
not who my mother says I am.
Call my name.
Call your own name,
else you will not come out of this water,
and you cannot be a boy.

How many thousands of books have failed,
books to help humanity,
and they never made to public eyes?
Do you want yours to fail Nithish?
You have to be the hero your dreams show you are.
You have to vanquish the demons
like you say you do in your poetry.
You have to stand up for yourself.
You have to stand up for every kid in the world.

That’s what’s going on:
you have to be the poet of a sunrise,
that sunrise a better humanity with our children.

Nithish’s Poem to His Father

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Father I can’t take this pain any longer.
It’s an illness to slam you.
I am not responsible at this,
but I know what I’m talking about.
Open mind comes with smartness.
With an open heart comes the father.
It has shaken my whole world,
changed my eyes.
My path is on a unicorn, 
a big one.

I look out my widow every day
and ask for freedom
from this barrier.
It’s a block.
You just got to take another way.
You can’t go through it can you?
What if my path is highlighted from the others?
I have my own dreams to chase.

I just found this poem in my carry bag two days ago. I had forgotten about it. Nithish gave it to me some days before he was taken from my home on March 12th. He had been telling me he wanted his muse to give him another poem to his father to explain things. He wanted me to tell his parents these things so that they did not put him to one day a week with me. At that moment, he was living with me during the weekdays and with his parents on the weekends. He wanted to continue the arrangement.

He wrote this poem while at school from spiritual vision, meaning that he heard each line spoken into his inner ear, and he copied it down. He does not record the lines like a poem, just writes them down, as he is dyslexic and has a lot of trouble writing. If you have read his other poems posted here, you can see he has developed more as a poet and a writer, and you can hear his feelings and thoughts spoken very clearly, what he wants his father to know, but the poem never got to his father. He was taken just a few days after he wrote it. Below is the poem in his handwriting.

Today’s the Right Moment Nithish Discover Himself

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A poem by S. Nithish

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.

The Spiritual Vision of Nithish

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Saying

by S. Nithish

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.

The Inner Poetry of Nithish

On By Donny Lee DukeIn childhood education, ego activism, PoetryLeave a comment
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by S. Nithish

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.