Race empowerment

In meditation, one’s aim is to surpass duality and attain non-attachment. However, the possibility of doing so is utterly dependent on your bio-frame confinement and limitation. Racial pigment and DNA dictate bio-frame confinement insofar as advanced meditation is concerned. There are ofcourse several other configurations that control DNA, but secular science has not figured them out yet, and I am not permitted to indicate them.

The meditation pathway is a very precise one. Non-human animals are in many cases superior to human-animals in as much as experience and maintenance of awakening state is concerned. The human-animal is caught in the illusionary frame, where it seeks to maintain superior awakening; while a veil is thrown over the consciousness of its psychology and its physical ability, predilection for desire, envy, and greed. These, in connection with the most vile ideas, produce new human lows that become the new normal.

Where a human does advance – maintaining detachment and aloofness while remaining kind, thoughtful, and selfless in their endeavours – then they move from the raw skin of the race-Europeans into a semi-pigmented skin tone. However, they retain their deeply negative hate psychology. Such development conjoined with hate refers to a group called the Muslims and/or the ultra right-wing orthodox.

However, if a Muslim or ultra right-wing orthodox advancing person continues to maintain a detached, aloof, selfless and thoughtful demeanour, it is reborn within the global influential sphere-space known as the landmass of India.

Having birthright in India, initially in northern India to be precise, the same obstacles have to be surmounted as before. The human-animal advances to the next birth-stage, which takes place in the south India genetic framework. Advancement from here moves into the darker skins associated with African and Aboriginal genetic frameworks.

Yet those of advanced genetic framework – Africans, Aborigines, and Indians among them – have in recent centuries been brutally conquered by vulgar and thoughtless race-European killing mechanisms and armaments. Globally, brutality was the byword of the race-European presence across the world, in exactly the same way as the ultra-orthodox Muslim presence is perceived today. It was ‘our way or death’.

But India has never seen the invader as an invader. The victims may be the Indians, but according to their psyche the humiliation is the invaders’ alone. Low level, un-evolved, fresh out of the mire of the marshes – this is how Indians historically have seen the invader; something to be pitied rather than a source of advanced theosophical concepts and realism.

Race-European ideas of imposition and subjugation are regarded by the Indian psyche as alien and retrograde. India’s maturity affords it the possibility of regarding the invader as a friend from whom to learn, and who no doubt will become part of the land as s/he learns about it. But make no mistake, while the British Raj is seen by British people as an exercise in power, to Indians you came as a bunch of idiots, and you left having learned very little about personal spiritual progress.

Now, Indians’ inner psyche tenders two options for dealing with the invader in their midst: (1) lose their advanced awakening state by mimicking the behaviour of the invader, and thus give up countless lifetimes of progress to accommodate and mirror the ignorance of the disdained and lowly invader, or (2) maintain their hard-earned advanced meditation status, and stay true to the ethos that is instilled in them from birth, namely, that each life has a purpose as well as its own reasoning complex.

And herein lays my current problem with Indians who land high positions in any given sector of a race-European institution. They attempt (very badly) to mimic race-European attitudes and behaviours. Their psyche counsels against this, which is why you often hear them exasperatedly proclaim that ‘the goras (whites) just don’t get it’. But regardless, these Indians continue to mimic the race-European. In doing so, they are forced into limiting their own ecological and spiritual solutions to the drive for enhanced productivity, where profits are not the sole criteria and responsibility to nature is paramount.

Take, for example, crime and punishment. Prior to the annex of Panjab, and India in general, the concept of theft didn’t exist. Sikhism and its kingdom was founded upon the concept of no wrong-doing at a personal level, such that even a murderer was exempt from prison but was made to work on his emotional state while working and living within the community. In the same historical period, people were hung for stealing an apple or a loaf of bread in Britain. Imprisonment without trial was unheard of in non-Muslim India and during the Sikh Raj of Panjab; whereas in Britain people were thrown in dungeons without trial for the most frivolous of reason.

Indians in the UK police force must bring the Indian mindset and viewpoint to bear on tackling crime here. So, for example, a person driving over the speed limit on a clear motorway should not be penalised, since nobody other than the driver and/or car occupants are affected. This is the kind of common-sense and humanity-based approach that Indian police officers should strive to instill in the police force, rather than mimicking their race-European colleagues. They must become vocal about applying commonsense interpretations and judgments when dealing with an incident.

The problem with breaking a problem down into it core elements, rather than taking a holistic and contextual approach, is that humans end up treating each other like machines.

We are not machines.

We require laws that reflect humanity, and human subjectivity in all matters. English law is geared for organizing society like a machine whose parts must be kept in good working order, but which is automated and un-human. It accepts only right or wrong; there is no grey area. This is perfect for running and maintaining an automated production line, but not for dealing with humans.

My call to Indians – and indeed other races – is not to mimic race-Europeans. You may think that in doing so you’re on a fast-track to equality. But as I argued in my previous post on female empowerment, equality is a nonsense; dignity must be the aim of all.

I leave you with one question – and be honest with yourself when answering: Precisely how materially and spiritually evolved do you think race-Europeans, including Anglo-Saxons, can possibly be after four hundred years and counting of killing darker skin-toned people across the globe?

And you want to be equal with them?!

No, me neither.

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Ms Cressida Dick, Metropolitan Police Commissioner

On 22nd July 2005, Mr Jean Charles de Menezes was shot eight times at point blank range by the Metropolitan Police’s CO19 firearms unit. Cressida Dick – current Metropolitan Police Commissioner – was in charge of the operation. The then Metropolitan Police Commissioner, Sir Ian Blair, justified de Menezes’ execution on the basis that he refused to obey police instructions. Scotland Yard added that de Menezes’ clothing and behaviour aroused suspicion.

Mr de Menezes lived in a building that was under police surveillance. On the day he was killed people who fitted the police’s racial profiling were stopped a short distance from the building and asked to produce ID. However, de Menezes was not stopped a short distance from the building. As pre agreed at the highest operational level, he was allowed to board a bus and then a tube, before being shot seven times in the head at point blank range on the orders of Ms Cressida Dick, the current Metropolitan Police Commissioner.

The inquest into Mr de Menezes’ death returned an open verdict, implying that the police’s account of the event was unconvincing.

Now, I have long championed people breaking the glass ceiling at work, including the Asian men who broke through a decade ago to become Metropolitan Police Assistant Commissioners, and Ms Dick herself.

Ms Cressida Dick: Ma’m, congratulations on your promotion.

But now as then, I remain gravely concerned about whether such promotions amount to anything more than window-dressing and a nod to affirmative action, rather than a decision based on merit. Among the Asian males who rose to the top echelons of the Met Police’s leadership I sensed a lack of intellectual nous, and of clear as well as flexible decision-making and judgement.

The same can be said of the Metropolitan Police’s female Commissioner. Her colleagues may well laud her as an excellent operations manager, but leading an operation and leading the Metropolitan Police are vastly different jobs, each with its own specific skill-set. The first is largely tactical whereas the latter is a multi-dimensional, strategic, oversight role, from which police forces in other countries take their cue.

My own latest experience confirms that just as Ms Dick was in charge of the police’s race-hate execution of de Menezes more than a decade ago, so it is that under her tenure under-the-radar right-wing fascist police officers use police apparatus to tag my and my sister’s movements (as has been the case since 1988). Now, though, the information is immediately shared with right-wing fascist lay people, who according to my information have been assured that if they attack my 70 year old sister and myself all CCTV footage will be deleted and the assailants will not be identified. But, the UK right-wing has gone one step further: it has struck a deal with right-wing fascists from mainland Europe to go in for the kill, assuring them that they will get free passage back to their country afterwards.

In a nutshell, with or without her knowledge, Ms Dick has since her appointment created an atmosphere in the Met Police whereby any right-wing activity by her subordinates will be covered up.

On Saturday 10th March 2018, I took my 70 year old sister for her weekly food shopping, and her usual cup of tea at a well known coffee outlet. We were following a well established pattern of movement and activity. Both the coffee outlet and the supermarket have a customer base comprising a balance of Asians and race-Europeans. But on this day there was a noticeable lack of Asians within a particular age-range at both venues. In their place was an overflow of race-hating race-Europeans of the same age, all exhibiting the same hateful looks and mannerisms, and threatening gait.

You have to realise, the same people visit the same outlets at approximately the same time each day/week. Thus, to a person like me, who is well versed about who my fellow shoppers are and their age group, anybody out of the ordinary stands out like a sore thumb.

At the coffee outlet a group of two men and two women – who took a detour before following us into the café, where they met with a female already seated – were aggressive and confrontational; they were looking for an opportunity to attack both of us. Meanwhile, a third man stood alone along the pathway that we always take. A table conveniently became free and we sat down.

Opposite us, a woman wore an ear-piece and angled a phone equipped with a surveillance-enhanced microphone towards us, as one would position a listening device. She was part of a one-woman, one-man team. She and her partner launched into an over-the-top argument, stopping suddenly to adjust her earpiece and reposition her phone to better capture our voices when my sister and I began speaking.

Later that day, I asked what had happened to the Asian lads who were meant to back me up in such situations. Two separate sources told me that plainclothes police had warned them to stay away, as an operation was under way, else they would be arrested under the terrorism act. A similar threat had already been levelled about a decade ago against a Muslim gentleman I knew well, whose home was raided because of our close association; the police said they were responding to a phone call for help from his house, and he impressed upon them that this could not have been the case as his grandmother who spoke no English was the only person at home at the time. To this, the police officers retorted menacingly that they would arrest him under the Terrorist Act and see how his grandmother with her non-existent English would secure his release from jail.

Race-European police officers with a balanced mindset – yes, they do exist – had warned me some time earlier that since Ms Dick’s and Sara Thornton’s applications for the Metropolitan Police Commissioner job fascist police officers had been gleefully congratulating each other that under the leadership of either woman they would now have a free hand to ‘deal with’ matters, as one of their own was certain to get the post. In my case, they warned me that was in the interest of the fascist police to assist in my and/or my sister’s murder to send a message to Asians in general that they are not allowed to insult the white race in a white country, especially using humour, while the whites can say whatever they feel like about us and others. Subsequently, I was told that this message to put certain types in their place had come directly from the current Metropolitan Police Commissioner’s office, according to the police canteen talk. Since 1988 information from internal police officers has proven to be accurate.

There you have it. As of Saturday 10th March 2018, the Met Police – and by default the UK’s police forces – are under orders to facilitate my and/or my sister’s killing at the hand of right-wing fascists.

Ms Cressida Dick: Ma’am, I do not doubt you will back and support your officers to the hilt once I and /or my sister are killed. Upon retirement, you will be able to bask in the achievement of having officially managed to kill at least three brown people, just because you and your officers could – and of course will – get away with it.

The negative psychology of race-hate

Based on feedback from readers, I offer the following clarifications on the text below. 

(1) I heal people regardless of race, gender, age and regardless of whether they inhabit and manifest positive or negative psychology.

(2) When I refer in the text to those Muslims who regress to being race-Europeans, this specifically refers to Muslims who manifest fanatical, hate-based psychology which their own community speaks out against.

(3) The ailment-energy that I take on through healing and that gets disbursed to those who hate me (and their loved ones) won’t disappear when I die. The suffering will continue. But there is always scope to make peace with me while I’m alive.

 

When I was permitted access to detailed confidential information as to why humans differ, one of the most startling facts to emerge was the ‘mutated bio-frame’ of certain psychologies that allowed them to stand out from other human-animals.

The theory of animal to human evolution is partially true. But it only accounts for the psychological aspect, that is, the movement of a given ego-psychology from one type of physical encasement to another.

Current human memory does not recollect solar system evolution. Wars were waged using power more destructive than can be imagined. One such war-episode obliterated an orb, the remnants of which exist in our solar system. Another war-episode, far more destructive, vaporized another orb; and a hollow artificial orb was manufactured and dragged into its position in order to maintain equilibrium. We see that orb when we look up into the celestial sky.

A decision was made to separate humans into varying groups differentiated by their respective retarded and advanced divine evolutionary psychologies. Thus, an easily identifiable marker was engineered into the human bio-structure, geared towards either the sharing or indeed curtailing of advanced information, knowledge, and awakening.

A further decision limited the physical capabilities of a negative psychology, making it meander through various such states until the psychology had appreciated the need to curb harmful, knee-jerk impulses.

Additionally, a new credit-based system-program came into vogue. This acknowledged accentuated awakening and was relevant for that psychology which transmuted from animal to human; while a sub-section was also reserved for normal humans who abused their entity-force by engaging in negative activity – a psychology with negative credit, we might say.

These sub-sections had an identifiable signature that helped normal humans to recognise differing layers of evolving psychology. Thus, a hierarchical structure was established.

The negative and evil psychology sub-section also lost its ability to limit the effects on it of the virulent diseases suffered by higher order humans. Such human-transmitted disease would maintain its potency and effect through no less then nine generations of the lower order human who triggered internal hatred towards another living being.

In today’s panorama this means that when a negative psychology human hates, it automatically pulls sustained suffering and disease into its own lineage. The benefit of this to the higher order (positive psychology) human is progress in to greater refinement, and towards permanent release from the confines of this iron-ore rust bucket we call mother earth, such that they become fully-fledged members of the air-, water-, and food-free sentient being of the cosmos.

However, when the negative sub-section psychology refrains from hatred and mindless killing of another being – be that nature, plant, animal or human – it is promoted into the next higher order. This realm is a confused section. It is Janus-like, looking in both directions, such that it cannot leave behind its bloodthirsty historical journey, but has aspirations to become a refined, liberal, protective psychology no longer imprisoned by the bio-structure of this planet.

Now let me make some sense out of all this.

From childhood I recognised that amongst other things I was a healer. I healed by making a decision in my mind for the benefit of the ailing. If I was happy, they improved. If I was hurt or unhappy, then they suffered throughout life, and their misery was transmitted through to their offspring and emotional love line. Thus far, the longest continual misery I’ve witnessed is now into its fourth generation. Conversely, there have been incidents at hospitals where patients have experienced accelerated improved health, simply because I was in a happy mood and they extended goodwill towards me and my sister.

Naturally, ailment-energy once lifted has to go somewhere, because I cannot suffer from it continuously. I usually don’t have to look far. Your typical, hate-filled Anglo-Saxon hates me for my brown skin, turban and beard; and ends up absorbing their own projected hate completely into their and their loved ones lives, causing them interminable suffering.

Here is the best part. These hate-suffused suffering individuals long for death, but death does not come to their aid. This is pretty serious stuff when you consider the six main diseases a human does not currently wish to suffer. The potency and virility of these diseases increases in each one of you who currently are out to murder me and my sister. You could be a thousand miles away but your hatred for me will automatically trigger in you the six diseases. Enjoy.

Those of you who think stalking me by walking threateningly ever closer behind me, in your typical cowardly race-European manner of attacking people from behind, suck up the pool of diseases that I have removed from those who I feel need help as they cross my path…and doctors will not have an answer, because after one disease is tackled, the next one will manifest in its place.

The meek, says the Bible, shall inherit the earth. The meek is the negative psychology kingdom.

Further clarity: The sub-section of negative psychology humans comprises those I call race-Europeans. The Janus-like race I refer to are Muslims. Muslims, upon regression, rebirth as race-Europeans; and race–Europeans regress into animals of varying kinds. An upwardly mobile race-European, meanwhile, seldom escapes becoming a Muslim…and they say God does not have a sense of humour.

Additional clarity: It is mandatory that the highest accolade afforded a Sikh is for him to be confronted by one hundred and twenty-five thousand people. Hell, I am confronted with sixty million in the UK alone, and I am told my image has been shared globally by the Anglo-Saxons. So I, a lone Gursikh, am up against countless millions of race-Europeans. What an accolade. I have got sixty million UK race-Europeans eagerly waiting to see which one murders me and my 70 yr old sister. As a Sikh, I am going to go down in Sikh folklore history as a warrior par excellence.

Insight: In less than a generation, an Asian country will develop a weapons system that will make nuclear weapons null and void. Race-Europeans will find that we, the other races, have long memories; and in the same way that you once wiped out races in your empire of north and south America, Australia, New Zealand and Tasmania, you are going to experience the same termination, and the lands you colonized will revert to the original dwellers.

This transition can be peaceful (as in South Africa) or bloody – it all depends on how you treat brown/black people today.

I did not ask for this race violence. You insulted my Sikh turban, my Sikh faith, my Sikh race, and then you threatened to kill me and my sister.

Do you think I, an old-fashioned Sikh, an old-fashioned fighter, and an old, old-fashioned warrior, am going to back off ???

Remember, in your mind you may be six foot two and twenty stone (that’s 280lbs), but to me you are just a large target, making my defensive job easier.

You are going to find out the hard way that when brown/black skin comes down to your level of psychopathic psychology then you will bruise. When they hit you, you will bleed. And when they hit even harder, your bones will break. And when they put a bullet in you, you will die. There is nothing strong about you. The only difference thus far has been that brown/black people have not wanted to come down to the level of the psychopath.

You can timetable each and everyone of my journeys. All I have to do is suck you into a trap. Your eagerness to kill me or attempt murder means I have you where I can lead you a merry dance; and just when you think you have me cornered, guess what?

Back in the 40s, and again during the Suez Canal crisis, one of the nicknames for the British (English) was three and a half inch Johnny.

The modern day version of that is three and a half inch Enoch. Go figure. And England is Enochland. There you go, your birthright finally recognised: Enochland.

Personally, I cannot wait for Brexit, and your long held wish to drive all brown/black skins out of Enochland. The best part is, you genuinely believe all you have do to is smile at the simple brown skins and they’ll come rushing, begging for your trade, as in the old days when you held a gun at our heads thinking you were brilliant businessmen. That’s a day brown/black globally people long to see.

Oh, by the way, why try so hard to become a fake Indian showing off a third rate tan?

Three and a half inch Enoch, there is a fitting term for you guys in today’s terminology. It is confused dot com.

Whiteness

My last post detailed the racist abuse that has befallen me since I joined a Facebook group that described itself as a no-holds-barred humour group. Taking the group at its word, I engaged in open, honest banter; but it turned out that this was a privilege enjoyed only by the group’s overwhelmingly white membership, and not by me, a turban-wearing Sikh. To my shock and horror, the group was a race-hatred group – nothing more or less. Despite reporting them and the subsequent abuse I’ve suffered to the police, the group continues to operate, albeit under a superficial banner of political correctness; and I and my 70yr old sister remain vigilant about attempts to murder us – collating a gallery of photos, of the faces and car registration numbers, that follow us during our excursions outside home.

The ongoing matter lays bare the hypocrisy of the so-called indigenes of the UK. They demand integration by people of colour while actively preventing a turban-wearing, lifelong, senior UK citizen from exchanging humorous quips on par with themselves. If I’m stripped of what is frankly my English sense of humour, because of how I look, then what does that say about the call to integrate? That it’s a lie; because as integrated or English-like as you might become, you will always be an ‘other’; the indigenes will always find a way to make you an outsider.

The truth is that the English cite political correctness about integration, but it is evident that we’re damned if we do and damned if we don’t. Remain insular and closed off, and you become a target of race-hatred; make visible your British traits and characteristics, and, well, you become a target of race-hatred.

In fact, since we became targets following the Facebook fiasco, things have moved on: the whites have gotten West Indian youths involved, and they are now waging a campaign of race-hatred against me and my sister, including an imminent physical attack on us.

Here’s the thing though: if my family and I are hurt, there are certain groups of people – in whom we’ve confided the identities of our imminent attackers and those inciting them – who will retaliate.

On the macro-scale, the ongoing killing of brown bodies will cause business deals, foreign exchange, and foreign investment to dry up. Brexit has yet to bite, and already we can see the effects of chasing out hard-working migrants, whose jobs remain vacant because indigenous Britons won’t take them.

And here’s the irony: modern Britain and its financial solvency is due solely to immigrants. Chase us out and the United Kingdom will become a mirror-image of both Idi Amin’s Uganda and Robert Mugabe’s Zimbabwe.

A further irony of British racism is this: Europe, including Britain, was once the playground of the old Arya (Indian) Empire. Traces of this history remain, for example in the Sanskrit root and origins of many words; and in the dark skin and hair of many so called British indigenous people – a legacy of the Arya who chose to remain after the Empire ended.

And for those who think there is such a thing as a single white race, historical maps of Britain and Europe show this to be a myth. Indeed, during the early twentieth century, US Immigration classed many newcomers from the continent as black, including the Irish, Italians and Jews, such was the depth of miscegenation among Aryans and later Caucasian settlers.

To this day the Irish, Scots and Welsh are treated as inferior subjects by the English. And in the context of Brexit, they – like other non-whites in the country – are becoming emboldened to say: enough is enough. In recent days, for example, the home countries have sought to break away from the stranglehold of the English by demanding the right to negotiate with the EU as independent entities.

Everywhere England is facing a negative sea change in opinion and tolerance. Those who were once hospitable and forgiving are turning resistant and hostile. For so long we – the ‘others’ of the UK – immersed ourselves in the whiteness of England. We did so despite knowing that the structure, system, and institutions of the country were designed to prevent us from reaching our full potential; and despite knowing that no matter how English our humour or frames of reference our bodies were always at most risk of being threatened, stopped in their tracks, and incarcerated.

To each hater, I wish a long life. I wish you get your ‘white’ England. When you do, be sure to not go abroad for holidays, or buy foreign-produced goods. Let’s see how your insular country survives.

East Africa is begging its expelled Asians to return, especially the Sikhs. None are going back. Once the people you refuse to accept as part of the country are made to leave, they will never return. You won’t stand a chance of enjoying things as they are today: that is, being a land where others will want to live and work, even on slave-like wages.

Recent history shows that countries that have welcomed Sikhs flourished far in excess of their own natural ability.

In me you have picked a fight with an old fashioned Sikh. I am an old fashioned warrior. I’ll die, but will I cower to your race-hatred intimidation?

Try never.

I give you my word as a Sikh – I will not die alone. My patience has a limit. If I feel any threat to my sister, rest assured I will protect her and if that means you get killed, then so be it.

I’m going to live as a free man.

The sad part is the tossers who partook in the original FB group are hiding, and inciting others to fight their fight.

MYTH: UK’S INTEGRATION HYPE INCITEMENT TO MURDER

Having lived in the United Kingdom for over 50 years I thought I had seen all the good, bad and ugly that Great Britain has to offer. Yet since the mid-70s I have held the view that I am living in the UK on borrowed time, as integration is solely dependent on the indigenous people’s willingness to allow dignified cultural and religious disparity to take place while maintaining equal access to resources and amenities for all.

I recall vividly the degrading and disgusting names Sikhs were called regarding their turban, as well as in reference to their brown colour skin and their consumption of garlic, onion and ginger-enriched food.

In those days, out of sheer politeness and maturity in the face of what they recognised as the retarded mentality of the locals, the Asians in the UK kept their opinions about the natives to themselves.

Then race laws were introduced, banning racist references. Equality became enshrined in law. Cooperation and coexistence seemed feasible and, on the whole, tolerance, understanding and mutual appreciation evolved over the ensuing decades.

On 7th Oct 2017, I ventured into the social media platform of Facebook for the first time. Using a photo of myself and an Indian nickname that also sounded a tad anglicized, I joined several groups. One of these was called “ALL JOKES, ONE LINERS AND GREAT GAGS WITH REASONABLE ADMIN”. The group had 18,600 members, made no bones about the fact that it was a hard-hitting, over-the-top, no-holds-barred, adult humour group. I was happy joining since my humour and second-rate wit can on most occasions hold their own; and of course, the group wasn’t likely to throw anything at me that I had not heard before. Approval to join the group came through and I began to read the posts.

As promised, the FB group was hyper-racist, homophobic and misogynist to the core. Reference to female genitalia was an accepted and standard norm in the construction of any given sentence by the contributors, who were white men. I only came across two women: one with a sensible, middle-of-the-road humour and wit, and the other engaging in badly disguised full-on race hatred.

I introduced myself to the group, my profile image visibly establishing me as a Sikh gentleman with a full grey beard and a white turban. I wrote that I had already heard most, if not all, of the stuff they were likely to hurl at me, and that rest assured I would give as good as I got.

Right from the start, my religion and turban were targeted. Indeed, an initial remark used the exact same wording we Sikhs used to hear in the 1960s. This means that although racism was successfully removed from open public dialogue decades ago, it has been passed down the generations, from great-grandfathers through to great-grandchildren. Without hesitation, I retorted with a frank put-down, which silenced the guy who made the racist remark. He never made a comment to me again. I, in my social media naivete, thought he had gone on holiday until I was told he had blocked me. It became clear to me that I was dealing with grown men who could dish it out but became cry babies when it came to taking it.

Generally, I would make an observation, draw people into responding, and then fend them off with a sophisticated put-down, leaving a third person who was observing the exchange to smile and ask the other person, ‘What does it feel like to be played?

Rather than take it all in good grace, once the members of the FB group realised I could match their observational humour, the gloves came off. Explicitly degrading and disgusting religious, racial, cultural and dietary remarks came thick and fast.

By this time, I was on my third day into this experience. Concerned that there were zero non-white contributors, I scoured the list of group members and found pages and pages of people with African and Southeast Asian images and names – who had never participated in the group at all and seemed, to all intents and purposes, to be fake accounts. They were a front for the UK natives to spout their vitriolic race-hatred could flourish unbounded. The penny dropped that this was the real underbelly of the ordinary natives of Great Britain: their race hatred had flourished throughout the decades, and been passed down through the generations. It did not begin with Brexit.

The attacks on me by members of the FB group became more personal and direct. Seven days later, I decided to write my first post. I informed the group that in many cases their names, when translated into Asian languages, have explicit toilet meanings; and that they, like the rest of the animal world, have disgusting body odour, bad breath and stinky homes. In fact, if they were to meet an honest South-east Asian, this person would tell them that the average European’s freshly-washed smell is like sick.

Well, I could not believe it, my post disappeared. I inquired about what had happened to it. Terrance Ward, one of the group administrators, wrote back: ‘Didn’t you get the message?’ ‘What message is that?’ I asked in all innocence. I had been blocked. Given that the FB group was advertised as an adult, no-holds-barred humour group and its members posted the same, why block me when I had suffered a whole gambit of racial, cultural, religious and dietary abuse?

I left it there, trying to see the funny side of the group’s hypocrisy. My last exchange with them was on 13th October 2017.

Since then, I and my 70 yr old sister have suffered an onslaught of race-hate intimidation, leaving both of us in no doubt that we, and especially me, are going to be killed. The type of race-hate that was the norm in the 1960s is alive and well in our locality. All the Anglo-Saxons of our area check out the car when we are out driving, then the car registration number, and me with my white turban. In the initial days following the final denouncement of my FB group experience, a volley of venomous racial abuse spewed from their mouths. The underlying violent intent was immediately evident, and required only a trigger to be unleashed.

We reported the matter to the police. They noted the details of our case and our genuine belief that we are going to be murdered. The local community police officers contacted us subsequently, and set in motion the requisite procedures.

Like all people, our days follow a set itinerary. It is incredibly easy to log our movements and target us. Thus, regardless where we travel in our locality we are targeted. They, the rednecks, work in teams via multimedia mobile phones: logging the time they see us, they pass the message onwards about the direction we’re traveling, and as soon as we reach a certain landmark another two lookouts are already there waiting to check us out and pass the information further down the line. This has now translated into the message going out to a collective and who-so-ever thereafter notices us feeds back our movement information.

We take photos of them, and their car registrations numbers. WE HAVE THE NAMES AND PHOTOS OF THE CONTRIBUTORS FROM THE FACEBOOK GROUP “ALL JOKES, ONE LINERS, AND GREAT GAGS WITH REASONABLE ADMIN”… AND WE WILL NOT HESITATE TO PUT THESE ONLINE ACROSS SEVERAL MEDIA SITES IN ORDER TO OUT THESE RACIST PSYCHOPATHS.

Now, the question for Anglo-Saxons is this: If you, the indigenous can dish out racist toilet humour then how come you guys can’t take it?

All of a sudden the British bulldogs have turned into pussies? Integration and tolerance means verbal abuse is a two-way street. But for you Anglo-Saxons it just seems to mean that you get to rant, rave, and blame ‘others’ for everything without showing any modicum of maturity. You dish out abuse but can’t take the truth that comes your way. And an inferiority complex and low self-esteem leads you to kill rather than accept that, to others, perhaps your names do reference toilet habits, and you do smell.

You’re a race of psychopaths.

The media who represent you – e.g. The Daily Mail, The Daily Express and a selection of LBC radio presenters – should do the honourable thing for once and publicly announce what you and they really believe: that integration is bullshit (before returning to their usual racial venom).

Because real integration means that if you’re going to indulge in degrading racial abuse towards others, you have to accept the same back.

Re-claim the Nipple & Public Breastfeeding

It is a curious cultural phenomenon that images of the female chest are considered solely as objects of sexual titillation and fodder for male masturbation. Bovine udders don’t seem to hold the same fascination for men, so why do the female human equivalents?

Breastfeeding in public, in race-European countries, has become subject in the recent past to a discourse about (sexual) morality – as if feeding one’s young were about social principles rather than say, survival. Mothers are verbally abused, called derogatory names, and emphatically told to stop nursing their babies.

Apparently, this is civilised behaviour!

It is civilised to stop feeding the defenseless, helpless, and hungry in race-European societies. The fact that the defenseless, helpless, and hungry person being fed is a baby is neither here nor there.

The great sadness, as an exploration of internet sex websites based around race-European participants shows, is that the female breast is never caressed, tenderly stroked or lovingly kissed. It is used as a set of handles to hold or demonically squeeze, or indeed the nipples are pulled as if tugging grapes off the vine.

So degraded has the female breast become in the western world that it is reduced to a titillating advertising gimmick and masturbating mechanism.

Thus, the brutal onslaught against public breastfeeding isn’t about the morality of public nakedness at all – it is about ferociously safeguarding the female breast as a source of titillation, masturbation, and money-making.

But it’s worth remembering that this wasn’t always the fate of the female breast, or of breastfeeding. Back in the 1960s, public breastfeeding was pretty widely practiced in the UK.

However, easy access to the worldwide web seems to have perverted the minds of race-European men and increasingly of women too with regards what the female breast’s primary use is – to feed babies, lest we forget! – to the point that women are often even more vociferous than men in shaming breastfeeding mothers. The latter are rudely told to cover up in public, to go feed their child in the toilet.

And this is civilised behaviour?

Exactly how many of you lop-sided prudes are prepared to, and will henceforth, eat your meal in a public toilet?

Well???

It’s an absolute perversion that race-European perverts have not only led in the degradation of the female breast, but have also steadfastly refused to lift the ban on the nipple in public and on natural feeding practices, while audaciously laying claim to being the enlightened race.

On this basis, the anti-breastfeeding brigade must all be unequivocal supporters of women wearing the burkha…but they aren’t, are they?!

Please, those of you who belong to the self-righteous anti-breastfeeding brigade, come out in full support of the hijab and burkha as required clothing for all women, globally.

In my recent travels to India, I once again came across public breastfeeding. Not a single member of that conservative country deemed it offensive. However, here in race-European countries the very act is close to being criminalized.

The furore against breastfeeding and showing the female nipple in public for such purposes strongly suggests to me, as an outsider studying race-Europeans, that they are perverts on the cusp of becoming fully-fledged pedophiles.

Because, let’s face it, if a babe suckling at its mother’s breast sexually arouses you – and honestly, has the sight of a nipple ever made a man ejaculate in his trousers? – then you are a closet pedophile and pervert. Otherwise, explain your rationale and objection to a hungry and defenseless babe being nourished by its mother.

I request people to please grow-up and act with dignity as mature and accepting human beings. Or are you the person who forces a woman to wear long heavy garments, and then chops off her ankle if said ankle dares to stray into your sight, because you are too immature to control your sexual urges?

Race-Europeans, decide which side of the fence you wish to stand on: Pervert or evolved.

Sister/Brother responsibility, India style: “RAKHRI”

Psychically, women are superior to men and embody considerateness, forgiveness, and tolerance. However, at the conscious level – a level that cannot unmask the psychic layer – it is the brute strength of man that dominates. Men are rustic, manual, multi-dimensionally unskilled, emotionally limited, and bereft of inter-personal skills

Thus, in marriage and cohabitation, whether arranged or love-based, women always accommodate male intrusion and direction.

The situation is more marked for young girls who are married off. A young girl married off into a new setting, a new environment, a new family structure is at the bottom of that family’s pecking order in every way. She is, to all intents and purposes, defenceless and powerless.

To balance this inequality, a mature thought-based mechanism was put in place, whereby a woman’s opinions and thoughts could be represented by a male who had known her since childhood. The person had to be from her age group, and was usually her brother or her first male cousin.

The brother, acting both as his sister’s representative, and as his father’s ambassador, would appeal to his sister’s in-laws. If the appeal fell on deaf ears, then the woman’s paternal uncle’s would make the representation instead. And if that failed, then her father came and spoke privately to her husband’s father to resolve matters.

Representations and interventions by a woman’s paternal uncle signaled that the matter was serious. For her father to get directly involved signaled that the matter was nigh-on intransigent and insurmountable.

The role of the brother in assuming his sister’s or cousin-sister’s welfare is, by contrast, part of everyday social relationships. He counters his brother-in-law’s physical threat, safeguards his sister, acts as the link between two families, and assumes a critical role and set of observational responsibilities towards the welfare, rights and education of his sister’s children.

The day that commemorates this responsibility is called Rakhri, or Rakhari, or Raksha.

On this day, a sister ties a thick, symbolic, coloured cotton thread on her brother’s right wrist, and she feeds him barfi – a sweet made from milk, ghee, and honey/sugar. He in response, promises to protect and safeguard her interests in the coming year.

Originally, the promise took the form of a promissory note. In time, this was replaced by a nominal amount of money.

By the way, it is worth noting that Rakhri is not a Hindu festival. It is and always was a global, communal, mature, ancient festival that pre-dates the advent of Vedic concept.

The annual gesture of acknowledgement and promise, by sister and brother, indicates divine ethos and humanity. Arguably, a culture that finds such gestures inimical to their own belief degrades their own humaneness and divine connection. So, I ask those of you who are anti-brother/sister celebration of Rakhri – which this year took place on 7th August – what exactly is your problem???