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.
Stop trying to send it, the right posture. I’m a dog. I can’t handle this. I just know I’m sick. I don’t know what to do with you. You are too big for me, and I am so out of place I look for you.
What is the background ruler? You’re in my consciousness a healing element all the time. You have your episodes. You’re trying to heal me. You see my pain. I don’t know what to do about it. Not being able to tell my mother that you are good for me is my special cowardness.
She doesn’t understand. She could care less what you feel. Her hatred is so intense it scares me, and why did it suddenly come? She’s not the right person for it, remove you from the scene. She can’t even do it. Okay do I need you?
You are my living defense, no matter what I do to you. You have love in the places I hurt you. Why can’t I do that? Do you know that I’ve thrown you out in the street? I do not place my hand on phone calls. I am through you with you, finished, but I don’t know how to do that. You’re so alive in me. You’re so there.
What do I do about you? I keep asking that question. You are so there for me I can hardly believe it. You can call yourself love.
A fine touch on that consciousness I have started your hand. You will bring him back to you shortly. He loves you so very much. I understand your misgivings about Us. We must seem horrible, and you don’t know the reasons for things, and you don’t know how to tell the muse. It just runs with things and gives them pass. Your hopes and fears are a coloring sensation.
Now what’ve We done here? How have We surrounded you with Nithish? You will greet him you will see him you will be with him in some short meeting on the way. This has got you down because it hasn’t happened and looks like it never will. You think this present attempt has failed, and you’ve started your hunger strike by announcing it on the news, not yet though in your arms.
You’re sure right about one thing: We’ve messed up with Nithish. We don’t know how to lift him. We don’t know how to care for him. There is too much in the way. We don’t work directly on people. We send them influences, suggestions. We don’t make them act. We can do nothing with this boy. He does not field Us. He is too scared and alone, and he won’t listen to you.
That’s texture, and he needs your paste creamy and smooth, like you gave in the lucid dream where you held him so tenderly. Every chance you’ve had with him, you’ve messed it up. You are in the same shape he’s in, unable to handle things, a filibuster, and Sandiya revels in this, like you’ve suddenly lost your mind: “See there! See there!” Is that what the boy thinks? He knows you’re dad. You’re not given any slack. Every mistake you make is exploited for political gain, and it’s not fair.
We’re tryin’ to arrange a room where you and the boy can meet, and there’s no one there yellin’ at yah or tellin’ him what to say. That’s Our next move. Please be patient with Us, as we take these world forces and put them together. They may not work.
This is terrible sweetheart, and I know it, but We’re lendin’ a helpin’ hand. Can you come with Me I’m sorry? You just want the boy in your arms, and we’ve got to get back to a sadhana room. You got so close last time, so very close.
Harm's End 