I ask the newbies, as was asked of me at the start of my study-development: What is the most powerful energy in duality? Remember, Beings from duality cannot experience non-duality; and nor has that arena been described by lower-order advanced Beings who have journeyed into it and beyond, because three-dimensional duality has very limited speech-expression-phases.
Thus the question, limited to duality, is: What is the most powerful energy in creation?
I recall hesitating in answering, as I listened to others offer the reasoning behind their thoughts on this question. Their answers fluctuated from the atom bomb, to volcanoes, to the Big Bang. I dismissed the Big Bang as it is just a theory, and not real. I waited and pondered further, and His Holiness smiled as he listened to the various answers and counter-arguments made by others, occasionally glancing over at me. They all followed the theme that the most powerful, potent, and virile energy had to be destructive. I intuitively knew this could not be the case, as it ran counter to everything I knew and accepted about creation. Eventually I was put on the spot, and at that point, I was analytically clueless. But in a flash my thought had reasoned things out and I blurted out my answer: calmness.
The group laughed and shook their heads, which left the floor open for me to expand on my reasoning. I explained that regardless of how powerful an explosion is it is enveloped in calmness. Calmness overwhelms it. Calmness reigns supreme, regardless of the size of the explosion. An explosion has to succumb to the enveloping calmness. Thus, I am convinced that calmness is the most potent, virile, and powerful energy in creation. Counter-arguments followed. Somebody mentioned peace and others agreed.
Peace, I maintained, through lengthy and logical argument, is just the path to calmness. Peace has a ying-yang nature, calmness does not. Peace will only take one up to a certain point. Thereafter, the sole path into calmness is abject humbleness. Calmness is poise: unerring, immovable, constant. It is not inertia, which we discussed and dismissed in favour of Soun (the highest abode championed by Buddhaji). But it is also not Soun.
Soun is recognition of the point where sound, the unstruck melody, ceases – or as the Sikhs’ Guru Nanakdevji proves, where it is sourced. But Guru Nanakdevji went one step further than Buddhaji. He maintained there was a higher state than Soun (unstruck melody), an entity/presence which he called not simply Akaal but Akaal Purakh to reflect it as an entity-environment. Out of this higher state, maintained Guru Nanakdevji, emerged another – hue, luminosity, light – beyond the unstruck melody of Soun (referred to by the pre-Sanskrit term Satnam) – which he called Waheguru (similarly pre-Sanskrit in origin).
(Note: Neither Waheguru nor Satnam can be experienced as ordinary sound and light.)
We all looked over at His Holiness; his demeanor had changed and in his reflective thought he nodded his agreement to my answer.
Several months later, I had made a mess of an assignment and expected a rollicking by His Holiness. He remained silent. I sought permission to speak. In dharma, the etiquette in dealing with one’s seniors is that you always seek permission before speaking, even when answering a question they have put to you. This environment, dharma, is full of subtle observation and delicate nuances, and we can tell an advanced student by the internal manner and external behaviour with which he conducts himself.
Permission given, I extended an apology and asked why I had thus far not received the requisite rollicking from his Holiness.
A brief silence followed, then very quietly his Holiness asked: ‘Do you know the meaning of the word Ang?’
‘Permission to speak?’ He gave a gentle nod. ‘It means one’s own, like a limb of a body, no demarcation or division: oneness’.
‘That is what you are to us. You do not recognise it yet, but you are part of the continuum, and as such you will wield enormous influence and power; however, it is for you to decide where your progress stops. And if you wish later to go beyond that point we will not aid, assist, or help. The journey is unforgiving, fraught with nightmares, personal suffering and loss. There is no easy way to ascend the path, and as you progress you will recognise that you have trodden aspects of the path in each of your previous incarnations, going further each time. However, the opportunity on offer here has never been granted to you before, so you must consider your options carefully before you decide to accept the invitation’.
Having spoken, his Holiness warned me that the offer could also be a ruse to thwart my progress attained over many incarnations, and lead me into sophisticated devil worship and hell. Secular people do not realise that the difference between god and the devil is zero, but for their methodology: to cut corners or not. We, at our level, still have to be mindful who is guiding us. But at the secular level, god and devil are one and the same, and cannot be identified or separated. ‘Yes, you have made a mistake’, His Holiness continued, ‘but you will learn from it. In this cycle the most difficult punishment for what you have done is the following: henceforth, whether right or wrong in your decision, you will always be right’. He looked over to me and asked, ‘Do you understand what this means?’
It meant that I could do all the evil imaginable and would be absolved of my heinous deeds in the immediate term. But the repercussions would reverberate through each of my incarnations, dragging me back to the animal, maybe even the plant, kingdoms without an end to the downward spiral of negativity. The punishment for always being right was that severe.
And thereafter, before venturing an opinion, I thoroughly examined, scrutinised, analysed and censored beforehand, lest it be wrong or evil. With time, the process got faster, and I was able to offer a balanced view quicker. I could anticipate problems long before others could, and I was able to set in motion a sequence of events that would bear fruit decades into the future without anybody knowing. Another limitation on my capacity to commit wrong was that unlike others – who could deliver a painful strike at a moment’s notice – I had to refer the problem to those higher up the scale and await their decision.
So I mastered patience and, through that, humbleness, whereas others became champions of haughtiness and arrogance.
Then 1988 happened and brought with it death and destruction, as a whole new set of sequences took shape around me at a personal level.
This essay focuses on how those who targeted me suffered. Revenge may indeed be a dish best served cold; but when we at our level defend against a blow or strike the repercussions of the assault against us reverberates through generations of our assailants’ and their family’s lives. Initially, the attacker’s mental and physical health declines (often written off as age related), but the decay is stealthy and long term. Only the very lucky ones die relatively quickly, or immediately.
On the other hand, those who extend kindness towards me will flourish and enjoy great success. One person recently has become a main supplier to two major retail outlets, all because he extended kindness to us. The health of those who have treated my sister or me with kindness has always stabilised. Children are born to the desperate, if they have treated us both with thoughtfulness, consideration and kindness. It is not a matter of putting me on a pedestal, a position I really hate. Just be kind, caring, humorous and normal; and, certainly, don’t be duplicitous.
In 1988 a husband and wife team connected with the Rotary Club (UK), called upon its members who were in policing and banking to help twist the knife into me. They succeeded. But only now that I have spoken about the situation have they begun to realise that their intense suffering was the direct consequence of targeting me.
There are a number of examples of the self-inflicted suffering of the English who have set out to harm, and even kill, me.
1. A Sikh gentleman ran a car parts business and would arrange for my car to be serviced locally, mostly via English owned garages. He had a male English staff member who always kept an eye on me, and acted as liaison between the garages and the gentleman from the Rotary club.
During one incident the garage put the brake pads of one wheel the wrong way around. The car would not brake properly. I took it back for inspection, and the garage told me all was fine, and that I must be imagining the problem. But the wheel would heat and the brake would lock at the slightest touch of the brake paddle. I had to carry a gallon of water to pour over the wheel to cool it down, thus enabling the car to move, but even then I had to be very careful about how and when I used the brakes. I began to drive with greater care.
One day at a local roundabout I flicked the brake paddle in order to control the car’s forward roll, intending to accelerate to catch the large gap between a passing car and a slower truck following it. The brake ceased, I could not move and the truck was forced to take evasive action to miss me. Sister and I missed death by inches.
I poured water on the wheel, releasing the car’s movement, and I drove back home to call the English man. He answered and I let him have it with both barrels. Responding in typical English fashion when talking to an Asian, he shouted back, and accused me of taking the wheel off and repositioning the brake pads the wrong way around after I had left the garage. I was livid. My sister’s life had been put in jeopardy, and we both could have died but for the grace of god; and this man was blaming me?!
I slammed the phone down and invoked higher Beings (that’s prayers to the uninitiated) to adjudicate in the matter.
One clear day about a week later, the Englishman’s sister was on her morning commute on a long clear stretch of road when she rammed her car into an oncoming truck. She died immediately. A few days later, while watching evening television a member of his family began flailing his arms about and shouting, in an attempt to ward off an attack that only he could see; he too died. I am told there was also a third death in the family.
The English man never looked me in the eye again after that. He knew that I only need you to look into my eyes momentarily, and I have access to you. Those were the days when I was still mastering my career. Now, you can be living in another country, totally unknown to me, and if you mess with me then rest assured I will mess with you and yours.
2. The security apparatus in the UK at one time placed me in the most difficult and painful position. My sister was distraught and traumatized, and we went through hell. The matter took several months to resolve. The repercussion of our suffering was that four members of the security community killed themselves, and one killed his own family before taking his life. Furthermore, a number of security personnel were brought before court on various charges.
3. In relation to my victimisation by the UK security apparatus, I approached my then local MP, plus the person who would replace them as my MP, as well as another MP who was head of a powerful government committee detailed with maintaining oversight and authority over the security community. Both my local MPs repeatedly dismissed me while the latter refused to even acknowledge my letters. My then local MP and their spouse both suffered career-ending humiliation followed by death; and the person who chaired the powerful government committee now lives in professional disgrace.
4. Likewise, a media mogul who I approached about my victimisation several times rebuffed me repeatedly and invited me to go back to my own country. He died in humiliation having lost his wealth, name, and fame in the process.
5. The then newly appointed head of the official race relations body in the UK, a Sikh, was initially supportive when I approached him about the victimisation and we exchanged information. He later changed his mind and began mocking me. He too went on to suffer humiliation.
6. The attack need not be directed towards me personally. I am honour-bound to protect and defend the weak, defenseless and vulnerable in society and their right to dignified life – even the racists and fascists among them. So when successive Home Secretaries, and Secretaries for Department of Work and Pensions have needlessly targeted the jobless and the homeless, they have naturally attracted my displeasure. Consequently they have left their jobs in disgrace, experiencing a multiple of professional and personal problems.
7. And just so that you don’t feel alone, watch what happens to my current MP, who took copious notes about the mess the state security had put my family through before she got elected, and afterwards said, ‘Sorry who are you? What notes? I do not recall ever having spoken to you’. Watch that MP and their family members’ lives unravel. The same goes for the local council personnel, local ward councillor, and the leader of my local council who masterminded yet another distressful situation for my sister.
After more than seven years of daily relentless attacks, which have traumatised my family, with us never knowing when or where the next security-led problem would occur, I called in the senior most Being. I announced that I wanted out, as I could no longer handle the pressure, especially without the ability to hit back at my own discretion. He looked at me and said, ‘We have been watching you. No one has managed even eighteen months of the pressure you have handled these past seven years. Ask for what you want; you have earned it’.
‘It is for you to give’, I replied, ‘for you alone are privy to my future. All I know is that I need to be able to defend my sister and myself, and hit back as and when I feel it appropriate. If that means I halt my own progress then so be it. I’ve had enough’.
He closed his eyes momentarily and with that he granted me access to whatever I needed to deal with a situation. Additionally, I was promoted and informed that my views would carry absolute influence at our level. In other words, I had been given a seat at the high table, even though I operate at the level of a fieldworker.
I have had input on some of the most important global and geo-political changes that Europe has seen, and my input has been globally valued. My and my sister’s deaths, and the manner of these, will bring in their wake the dismantling and destruction of the race-European empire.
The seniors agreed with my concern that the pillage and plunder of deep earth minerals and resources cannot go on unabated. The race responsible has to be culled. You have thoroughly race-hated me, but I am not allowed to hit you back along race-hate lines, so, I found another way to get back. And it seems I am going to have the last laugh, albeit this will happen in one of my next incarnations, but it will happen.