I’m alone with Luna,
her dog paws on my shoulder.
This girl has watched over me
the whole time.
I’ve scared her
so many times.
My crying at night
has made her feel the safety of hell.
She licks me in my face
if I am sobbing,
lays her whole body against me,
if the night is really bad,
and do you know how that feels?
That girl’s in love.

I can’t tell you the love of a dog.
We’re cheated by the form.
There’s an angel there,
looking over their beloved child-man,
their heart wrapped around the divine moon.
You don’t know dogs,
even if you have one.
They get in there with you,
closer in life than your children can,
and they dream with you,
and you have no idea how real on Earth this is.
Oh she has been in my dreams,
her and silly Bruno,
watching over me,
making sure they’re there,
whatever happens.

Can you count this?
Can I even show it to you?
Rottweilers in love,
a thing on the mountain,
holding her master close,
holding her master safe.
The Gods see her
and call her name.
This is true love,
and no one can match it,
not even my boy,
but it’s not returned to the measure she gives,
and that’s the gift of dogs:
they will love you even knowing
their dog doesn’t get the count of human.
You will see him soon Luna.

Oh she misses you so Nithish.
You were her little boy.
Their play would fill the night sky,
lickings and squealings of laughter,
playful growls and sudden swoons.
Oh when you were taken
by force from my house,
for days she waited
by the front door
for your return.
That dog carried your sadness
for longer than dogs do,
and I am sure,
if we could see them,
she’s been in your dreams too.

Oh why all this pain on Earth for us?
It’s unbelievable.
It’s real,
and it was given for nothing more
than for a little boy
preferring his grandfather over his parents,
all this hell unleashed
on the heart of this little child,
our dogs,
and upon me.
Will you please speak up and grant these parents
the reckoning they’ve called for?
Oh Luna, this is the pilot moon.
This is the pilot poem,
and I’m going to the moon
in God’s love.

I will answer you tomorrow,
when we have our day in court,
with the testimony I’ve prepared,
and what has been your art?
That boy belongs to us
by virtue of his birth.
We don’t care what he needs.
We don’t care what he wants.
We want him all for ourselves,
never mind the pain,
never mind the torment
that we have given our son
to make him comply to our will.
We have no heart in this matter.
We only have our selfish desire
to possess this boy,
and why do we say that?
So he can go to school
on our terms
and forget the call to God.

Now we will word this differently.
We’ve been coached by our betters.
But they have overlooked one thing,
haven’t they Sandiya, Sundar?
Your natural parental rights
are not rights to abuse your child.
Is that understanding?
Is that clear enough?
Take him from his grandfather
because you fear he loves me more?
All the pain you’ve given him,
because of that?
That’s punishment,
because you don’t measure up
to be good parents,
and you’ve punished him for that.

I’m on the case
a Nithish’s rights campaigner,
and even if you kill me,
or remove me from the land,
behind that veil I will work,
still continuing
to free my little boy.
No power on Earth can stop me,
and only the Hostile Powers try.
I’m a force of God’s will in his life
and his soul’s expression for this lifetime.
That’s why dear parents
he has not forgotten me,
you have not killed his love.
God and soul arranged it.
Do you hear that?
You will in court.

You didn’t count on a speaker
from divinity’s trees.
You thought spirituality was a walk
on hot coals in irons,
but here it is I reveal
the sweetness of the Spirit,
and the certainty of its peace,
now leading this boy to safety,
out of his parents’ grasp.
On wonderful,
spirituality I walk the Earth.
Are you aware of this Sandiya,
Sundar?
You don’t have a leg to stand on
God’s ground.
Do you hear God’s love?

What are you going to show
that you are good parents,
a video you let someone make
of your toddler masturbating?
That’s not good parenting,
and it’s even against the law.
Well, we’re here,
right at the release of that video
to the proper authorities.
Yes you can face it as a family
torn asunder,
but that will be for the court to decide,
when the judge is shown your film.
And what will he say,
Nithish belongs with you?

Have you gauged the strategy
I have painstakingly laid out?
I’m no stranger to danger.
In 1983 with my Special Force A Team,
I parachuted in Germany with an atom bomb.
In 1995 in Old Jerusalem, on the top of Mt. Sinai,
and inside the Great Pyramid in Egypt,
I taped to walls and rocks and sarcophagi
poems of love and human unity
and redemption,
the only way to heal human evil,
full holistic love.
Dangerous both actions were.
I guarantee you I tried
to change the world even then.
Now you’re a little woman
living in a little world,
and you’re a man who’s murdered other men
‘cause your gang told you to.

Okay,
God’s plan,
would you be the people that carry that out?
Out there in the audience,
what would you say?
You’ve been silent this whole time,
except for a glimmer or two
of hope for this boy.
You say you love children,
but you don’t.
Racist and antagonistic,
only children should obey their parents
and go to school exam and all.
Anything else is wrong for the child.

Okay India,
can we see this on the world stage please,
your manner with children?
It’s here you need to work the most,
not with rocket ships, airports and guns,
Hindu society,
excluding all passports but theirs.
Changing your name,
you can square one that out.

Okay India,
I call you out.
Bharat, India, the river of the Ganges,
your children deserve better treatment
than to be the property of their parents
to abuse them or use them,
and to have school shoved upon their lives,
like is it the measure of them.
Do you hear me India?
You need to protect your children.

Bharat, or whoever you are,
why doesn’t Modi sing this?
Oh your parents reflect
the mode of government:
total control
in the guise of I will help you there.
Can’t you see this?
You’re blind.
Hindu is only your way to God,
but you’ve made it your soul’s cage.
One everybody,
one is the nature of things.
It is oneness not Hinduism
really what Hindu means.
Take your national election and say that.
You wouldn’t vote BJP.
I’m writing poems now,
political,
hear them?
Take a scroll and paper now,
and just print it out.

I’m in trouble.
What balloon will show?
Did you take candy from your little brother?
No, my momma sat on her spoon.
I can’t get help now.
I’m being punished for you.
You said some things.
They worry.
I’ve put them on hold,
and I’m modestly arranging you now.
They aren’t happy with it.
They think I’m crazy.
I think they’d like to kill me if they could.
I hold all the monsters.
I talked to you today,
trying to listen,
trying to sound.
I don’t know the zeros.
I don’t know the plans.
It’s a weird bunch of consciousness
my mind don’t know how to read.
Are you listing to me?
I’m giving you a message.
I’d like to see your men arrive.
Double click that.
I’m scared of what you might bring.
You might take down the whole house,
but you might just come get me,
and I give you my hand.
Everybody’s so crazy around here.
They’re all waiting for you to arrive.
Can we see that sentence again please?
I know there’s something going on with you,
and you’ve scared my parents.
They’re talking of killing you.
What would I do to warn you?
Easy phone calls make hard bread.
I am so scared to call.
You root around my day,
calling for me to call you.
I hear it in the sky.
I see it in the trees.
And would the river say that?
I’m on calling you,
and I try.
This thing sticks in my mind,
but the risk would just kill me if they found out.
I’m sorry you’ll have to wait.
May I have a minute?
My little brother’s dead.
He got caught handlin’ spoons.
She rushed him to the hospital,
pouring hot water over him.
That was Varun.
I’m not the only one who gets beat around here.
No, it wasn’t his joystick.
He grabbed somethin’ and run.
I didn’t like the sound
of him crying.
Do you hear me when I speak?
I talk to you a lot.
I’m listenin’ for the muse.
I don’t get it like I used to.
I’m not the same boy that I was.
Will you like me anymore?
I’ve been crushed.
I’m sorry to say that I have,
and I’m not defendin’ myself.
That’s what I don’t believe.
Self-nature’s got a plan.
They will hear my voice
my parents,
whether you’re there or not.
Oh hurry daddy.

Sit down.
This is system failure,
what you do with your children
that doesn’t put them first place,
their minds,
their bodies,
their little wills.
They have a voice you know,
and you’re ignoring it.
You don’t even listen to children.
They are things to you
to keep and care for
and mold into your society.
You possess them.
They are yours.
In India it’s abuse.

You don’t know what this does to a kid,
to not let his identity speak out.
It hurts him.
It damages her.
How can I show this to you?
Their wills matter,
their lifeline,
their own personal destiny,
apart from their parents,
apart from everyone in the world but them.
They are individuals,
and that’s important.
We’re losing the world that way,
one damaged child at a time,
who grows up to think
the world is ruled by society,
and the people there
are its system keepers.

Who would dream to change the system,
unless it’s towards more group think,
more authority over our lives,
more laws and greater punishments?
We don’t go the other way.
Even spirituality’s a drag here.
It’s not liberalness I’m talking about.
It’s a better society for all.
Liberal ideas make plans.
They’re not supposed to make everybody gay.
I don’t think we know what liberal means.
It’s not on the calendar today.

Can I show you my life’s worth
come together with this boy?
I’m afraid my poetry would rock the Earth,
if you gave us permission to speak.
I’m not the only one here
who’s a poet.
My boy’s become one too,
the beginning stages,
the starting out.
Can we show you what we’ve done?
It’s all in pages now.
Start with Harm’s End and go to YouTube,
not my channel his,
and then you’ll end up on Twitter,
and you’ll see him since he was seven.
He’s 12 now.
Unbelievable, your eyes pop out,
the photography, the poetry,
the one on one love out.
You know I’m countin’ sheep.
Wake up people, rise.
It’s time we built a new society,
and we start with our children.

Anybody argue with that?
Go atom bomb the world.
Keep on our present course,
and we won’t have a world no more.
Come on people,
embrace change.
I’m here beside you,
and man I change too.

System failure
the Dukes of Hazard
(and I will adopt this boy,
you wait and see)
keep from happening
with our poetry.
Put it down
to the divine word.
India,
you hear that.
That’s our anthem today.
Land it on student rose
into the big house,
into high society,
into where we need to be,
thank God in love.
We are safety Earth.

He’s tellin’ me
he’s not gonna learn Tamil.
Free up your mind.
You have a system reach in there and grab you.
They own you,
your parents.
I am there to see that happen:
you become your own person,
out from under their control,
under my care,
because they have raped you
with their control,
not sexually,
in the very heart of process identity.
They have raped you there,
and the court will see this
and award me custody.
I will not take your culture from you sweetheart.
I will take you to America,
and there you can be the teenager
you dreamed to be.
Am I out of line?
I am right there with your soul
in the situation,
and I will free you from them,
and put you on the right path
to where you belong in life.
To India you will return,
because that’s your destiny,
but in America you will put on your poet wings
and learn to fly,
and when you fly back home to mother India,
the world will stand still a moment
as the poet takes his station.

I will rise to that occasion myself
here in my station now.
Now I’m flyin’.
Am I just a foreigner,
or have I put on Indian wings?
You hear the soul of India in my voice,
and for that she allowed me be here.
Wanna throw this away?
I dare you.

To change Indian,
what it means to change
the rocket ship of the Earth.
India needs her spirituality,
not her religion,
to give the world the means to change.
You are the example for us all.
It’s not America.
It’s India,
where the change begins,
right there with your children,
giving them the freedom to live
what their soul purpose put them here for,
what there for them God has arranged.
You don’t put parental rights in that slot.
Oh seer, begin with the child.

Have I reached your understanding?
This is world business.
We’re not here to make guns,
run the profit,
or put our mark on the moon,
although we do have a moon purpose.
We’re here to unfold our souls on planet Earth,
what it means to be human
in the vulnerability of our craft,
where sincerity is the order of the day,
and love goes round to all.
Would you argue with that?
What kind of world do you want?
A seership asks that question.
Can you put on this music.
Okay let’s ride.

It’s business bottom line now,
but start with the children
and that will change.
Are you seein’ this baby dog?
My wonderful little boy,
that’s why you’ve come.
You’re gonna stand up for children,
and you’ve walked through hell to get there.
It’s not because you’re bad sweetheart
they’ve taken down your life.
You need to know the price of suffering
in a little boy’s heart and mind,
so you can rise to your purpose.
If you did not know folly
you could not heal folly.
If you did not know the child’s fall
their parents make,
you couldn’t help one child up.
Congratulations my sweet little boy,
you’ve won.
Hey Nithish,
you’re free.
I wrote to see you in the morning.
You know we’ll be together soon.

This is not Auschwitz,
but you’re hangin’ in your home
on your parents’ rope.
Pleasures, punishments,
they mixed the two,
so they can say look,
he’s smiling,
everything’s okay,
but it’s not is it?
Scared to death you call me
and tell me of your woes.
I’m not making any of this up.
Okay this is the rescue I promised from the beginning.
It’s here.
I’ve come.
Let’s see your parents’ love for you.
Will they make this go to court,
stubbornly in their pride?
Or will they see wisdom and release you
into your fuller life?
Okay I’ve put the question.
I’ve wrote the poem.
Sandiya, Sundar,
do you want your family torn apart?
No court is necessary.
He just comes with me,
and you will see him I promise,
as often as he like.
Even from America
he can come and visit you.
So what do you choose,
a family torn asunder
in a court’s by law decree,
or your boy granted freedom
to be what he was meant to be?
You choose.
I’m waiting.

Now Nithish,
do your part,
and stand up to your parents,
with respect and consideration,
but not with giving in,
and tell them what you need,
not what they want to hear.
You have been put on Earth for this.
If you can’t do this,
what child can?
Loud and clearly
tell them they’ve hurt you
and please stop.
I go back to my grandfather now.
They’ll hear you,
if they love you,
and you’ll come back to me.
Do it fast.
There’s so much danger on our road.
Are you listenin’?
We’ve miracled consciousness you and I,
and yes you are.
Let the mountains sing.
You hear me on the inside.

I love the sweet sound of music
a racin’ to me on the inside
from this boy’s consciousness.
Can you do that?
We can.
You’re gonna see this out,
our special love,
[above line heard sung by the Bee Gees, to tune of “Too Much Heaven”]
and you’re gonna know
the world can change.
We’re gonna world this out.
Come on play with me.
In prevision see what this boy’s told me,
his voice from the past,
to help me guide him out of this
prisonhood with his parents.
You’re not gonna believe it,
but you’re gonna see it.
A bonafide miracle YouTube channel.
His last two videos,
check them out.
That’s S. Nithish,
and we’ll change the world now.
Got it sweetheart?
Good,
I’ll be there to pick you up soon.
Gee whiz,
what a message poem,
and it’s right on the edge of the Earth,
turnin’ towards the Sun.
That’s what we do together,
I love you.

Get it spiritual,
not religion.
Glory hallelujah that’s plan.
Can I show you the inner process?
I’m right around the corner,
Bharat India.
Seership said that.
That’s all I’m doin’,
focused on that kid.
See the results.
Grow the rays
to test an experiment:
can we connect with each other in consciousness,
when outer contact’s not there,
or very nearly none,
if our love is pure,
and the need is there,
and the bond is there?
He needs to be rescued.
I need to see it done.
I practiced so much with dogs first,
my beloved Lisa,
my dead Rottweiler,
and now with Luna
and our other dogs.
You would not believe the inner contact in consciousness
you can have with your pets.
You turn that up a notch
when it’s with your child,
but there’s danger here.
It can’t be for control
or manipulation,
and that soul has to let you in,
and you soul has to say okay,
and divine beings will be around to help.
Oh my God they see you here.
And Hostile Powers will be there to slay.
And behind it all God is
just really talkin’ to Himself.
Do you get that meaning?
The consciousness speaks.
I think I raised the barn.
In any event,
success in experiment.
We really accomplish it,
navigating human inside,
and the soul agrees.

There’s a perplexing.
There’s a shared field of consciousness
between these two.
You have to be alive with the program to see it.
Question both of them,
you will find it out.
It’s hiddenly there.
The videos are just one example.
They get it all day long.
It’s not bad it’s good,
and it’s humanity.
Tear it asunder?
What’s you’re lookin’ at
is the future of mankind.
You will throw that away,
if you can’t understand it’s true.
We share consciousness together,
the whole human race.
What a good society.
What a good story.
Deliver it to
delivery.

We made each other laugh.
That was the mystic
advocating for himself.
You know it’s there
from their crying pain.
They longed for each other.
They lunged for each other,
and they found each other
deep inside the other’s consciousness.
You’ve never seen this before.
It’s what we’re lookin’ at.
It’s how we square ourselves away.
You know you’re your brother’s keeper,
and Heaven and Earth will not stop you from being that.
You know.
It’s how we survive.
We find this out.

Can I please have my MTV?
Okay,
let these boys be together.
It’s weird.
It’s strange.
It’s huge,
but it’s how we get there:
we become each other’s consciousness.
Now you see it.
Now you don’t,
but you’ll learn it’s there
enough practice.
It’s amazing to look at,
and here is amazing for you.
It’s a field of love,
and you cannot deny love,
if it’s real love,
no matter what you do.
These parents tried.
They failed,
and they went to extremes to do so,
and they punished the boy
for their failure.
How’s that for mean?
Are you gonna do the same thing?
They need to be together now.
Don’t be his parents.
They got mean.
Just let ‘em go,
be together,
and see what they do.
The world has never seen it before,
a man and a boy,
and a couple too,
changing the whereabouts of being human
in the direction of love.
You got a problem with that?
I didn’t think so.
Give them their space.
They need it.
We balloon together.

His mother’s paradise law,
you need to understand
it’s not how the system works.
She almost killed him for it.
Don’t let her do it again.
Protect this boy from her emotional dependency,
her manipulation,
her control.
That’s child abuse India,
and you need to see it.
That’s what this boy went through.
Now let’s go,
the man and boy see each other again.
She almost tore him asunder with that.
She took away his life,
his love,
his dogs,
his everything,
just so she could eat him alive.
Are you good with that?
I didn’t think so.
Now he needs healed
from that abuse,
that squashing of his identity,
that day and night tirade
to make him love her
and forget this man.
Why on Earth
would you not let this man heal him?

I’ve got in in store,
and it’s a simple equation:
I meet his needs over mine.
I give him a safe place
to start his life over again.
I give him his beloved dogs.
Is anybody worried about what they went through?
I give him his space
to be himself.
I don’t put rules on him
to keep him to me
or curtail his growth.
I teach him myself
his homeschool,
and I will broaden his horizons
with this teacher and that place,
and these children,
to give him the fellowship he needs,
the other input than mine,
and the interesting lands ahead.
I’ve got it covered.
Will you let me
heal him?
That’s what we’re doin’ here.
That’s why I’ve called you all to this poem.

Okay it’s the strangest thing you’re lookin’ at.
It’s the inner voice,
how directed and true.
Why would you go back to business as usual?
Because you can’t take the new?
He’s real,
and he’s right here.
Would you please question that boy
about child abuse?
He’s waitin’.
He’s ready.
He’s told me to tell you to come.
Get him away from his mother
and protect him afterwards.
She will destroy him for it,
and you have more than one crime there.
Find them out,
crimes against a child.
Is that okay with you?
Now go,
get this boy.
Talk to him.
Get him to his man
and let him be healed.
Why would the system do it?
It was the system did this to him,
and we’re here today
for system change.
That’s on the record.
It’s on the menu today.

Sundar’s telephone number, his father +91 9952022448
Sandiya’s telephone number, his mother +91 9384460042