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.

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.

Orphan of shame

I have almost finished my fifth decade of life in the UK.

As a child, my innocence wholeheartedly accepted the Christian hymn-singing and worship each school morning. I embraced the Christian ethos and English life manners. Many of the Christian and Anglo-Saxon quirks I found uncomfortable or considered downright idiotic, but the culture I come from ingrains equal respect to others, their lifestyle and their beliefs.

With crass ignorance, we were forcefully told that we had Christian names, when they meant our first name. We were equally forcefully told that Singh and Kaur were unacceptable as last names, and all kind of threats would rain down on you along with the insistence that you give them the ‘family’ name used before baptism, as that name would be used as your last name.

It took a lot of explaining and needless effort to maintain the irreversibility of a name change, let alone reverting to ones old family name. The point that bapitsed Sikhs would choose death rather than revert to a family name finally seemed to convince the ‘know it all master race’ that perhaps they were not well informed about other cultures. However their last word on the matter would always be. ‘Well, you are in England now. Here we do things differently and if you want to get on you had better fit in’. ‘Fit in’ was a euphemism for ‘mimic our lifestyle’. You could forget about equality right away.

Moving on. I found it shocking that children who had not yet discovered masturbation could answer back a teacher. Furthermore, the outright rudeness, abuse and disrespect by these children who could not yet wipe their own snot, but who could and would publicly scream, shout, and use offensive adult words at their own parents and other elders, disgusted me.

One of the rituals I found offensive was the dishonouring and waste of food at school dinnertime, as if human hunger had been wiped out globally. There was another dinnertime ritual I found baffling – it occurred during my first English summer. Winter and spring had passed. Summer’s arrival saw oranges and apples (bananas were rare in those days). The students relished eating fresh fruit. The shock was that they sprinkled lashings of white sugar on their dissected oranges and apples before eating! What?

On the other two continents I had lived prior to arriving in Europe and the UK, you either ate the fruit straight-up or sprinkled it with salt and/or black pepper, chilli masala. But white sugar?! Yuk. When the other kids saw me use salt and black pepper they collectively laughed, until copying my action they found the fruit tasted not only better but had a kick which enjoined the taste buds to savour the chemical reaction of tangy citrus juice salt/pepper.

But a few days later and despite their obvious enjoyment days earlier, the schoolkids reverted to using white sugar.  When I asked the boy nearest me at the school dinner table, he retorted that ‘we English do not eat foreign muck.’ It was an incident that, though I rarely realised it at the time, came to encapsulate and define the English attitude in virtually every area of my adult life.

The English will willfully dig their heels in as if their ego and esteem were at stake if they employed an idea from Johnny Foreigner. Though even being a foreigner was not simple, was in fact hierarchical. The Scots, Welsh, and Irish were foreigners, but to different degrees. Houses with rooms to let invariably had a sign hanging outside that read ‘No dogs. No Blacks. No Jews. No Wogs. No Irish.’ The Europeans were foreigners in different degrees too (Northern better than Southern and both better than Eastern – unless you were defecting from the Soviet bloc), though in the larger hierarchy they were below the Home Counties’ foreigners and above the non-European ones.

And in all of this the English defended their lifestyle and dietary habits as if their participation and enjoyment of something more enjoyable, maybe even better, than whatever they were used to would somehow dilute the ‘master race’. The cherished ‘master race’ idiotology was nailed to the mast of their mentality. This master race mentality translated in how you, as a foreigner, were not meant to sit on a bus if the available spaces were all next to English passengers; the bus conductor would shout at you to stand instead. Though truth be told, we weren’t all that keen on sitting next to a native anyway – they stank.

We learned that the English didn’t bathe for a week at a time, didn’t change their underclothes or socks either; and then there was the stinking fumes of their breath, on which commingled alcohol, cigarettes and meat. Most repulsive was learning that they smudged their faeces around their bottom using toilet paper when they went to the toilet – instead of washing their bottom – and just as often used the hand they ate with to accomplish this task. And all of this unbreathable stench  was then compound by using cheap, nasty-smelling perfume, though the men invariably didn’t go in for this – master race men smelled like men. You have no idea how nice that was!

And with the arrival of the first ray of sunshine, regardless of the chill-wind factor, the British would remove their shirts and find every excuse to become brown. Then gleefully they would compare their browned skin to ours to see if they had reached parity, their mouths stretched in smiles as wide as the Mississippi river, while never failing to mention that our rich skin – the one they were trying to emulate, the one that acted as natural barrier to the sun’s harmful rays – was dog dirt, and that this meant we were the mess under their shoe. Hence, ‘wog’ as a play on the word ‘bog’. The British government in their radical reappraisal of race relation laws eventually outlawed the term ‘wog’.

While it lasted – well beyond its official lifetime – this derogatory name really infuriated me. As a child, I wished to be a grownup so I could smack the other grownups in the face for calling me such names. An elderly friend of my father explained a very sensible mindset to cope with the derision. He was an authority on the body chakras and mindscapes corresponding to these. He gave a simple explanation: We, he said, from the mature civilisation operate from the heart chakra. Thus, we are hospitable, warm, friendly and thoughtful. Our mature kindness means we turn a blind eye to aggression and aggressive behaviour.

By contrast, hateful people, he went on to explain, suffer with low self esteem, which manifests as a need to be offensive, rude and aggressive, and this mentality operates from the chakra controlling bowel and urine movements. Thus, the English are homing in on their own bowels when they look at us with disdain. If, he added, ones entire thought process is based in the bowel then one is in fact encouraging diseases from that part of the body into the entire body.

This elderly man’s final advice to me was that my best offence was to encourage the master race hate me, because the fact of my skin colour being what it is represents an advanced state of reprisal in itself; and that their race hatred would, over time, build up into a potent disease. So let them hate you. To this day, when I notice race hate attitude and behaviour, however subtle, I do whatever I can to increase this hatred for me as my way of settling a score. It’s quite an English behaviour to manifest, which I learned from the English.

My intermittent ESP informed me that when the master race began enquiring about our caste, certain trouble loomed ahead. With the advent of a European foothold on India’s shores caste in India had become transmogrified as something rigid, degrading and divisive. Wanting and having an attention span for only soundbites, the master race used these soundbites about caste to believe that they had swum the depths of deep knowledge.

The eventual fall of the Roman Empire was predicated on their rulers demanding strict caste division of labour, and the suppression of natural flair and ability to move along the occupational bandwidth. In India, caste was likewise an occupational definition, but ability and talent were respected over things like inheritance, so boundaries were porous. The East India Company, a ragtag of ignorants masquerading haughtily as superiors, demanded rigid occupational boundaries in order to render governance more easy and manageable. Hence, the caste system of today in India.

So, when in my second school term some more Panjabi students joined and our teachers asked about our castes, I intuitively realised trouble was brewing. The teachers grouped us off and tasked a lad from the ‘lower caste’ to be our spokesperson in the event that we faced harassment or violence from other students. Later, when I had a part-time job a colleague from the ‘highest’ caste was named to lead us. It was only then that the penny finally dropped. The chosen one in each case was being singled out from the collective, and acquired a status of superiority vis-à-vis the collective he ostensibly led, which gave him more protection from the management and epitomised the divide-and-rule concept so foundational to European colonial rule. I realised much later how shrewd this was; but at the time – certainly at school, I viewed it as a revelation.

So, what has any of this got to do with being an Indian living in the UK?

Permit me another digression at this moment, which will help explain.

Hinduism is neither a religion nor a race. And Hindi, like English, is a mongrel language. Hindi was created by taking words and syntax from several north Indian languages including Panjabi (which is a sister language to Sanskrit) and was fashioned to bridge communication between the people and legal/business administration, and to create an in-house language for those engaged in law and business. Those officially and incorrectly classified as Hindus by the British are those who have come to rule India.

Their core mentality as a group is identical to that of all Indians – they are a docile and peaceful people; and their default setting is absolute adherence to ‘karma’ (a wholly misunderstood term that I have touched upon in another blog post); they will attempt something once to the best of their ability, and if they fail, they will willingly accept this as ‘god’s will’ and thus as karmic. This once outward-bound adventurous group became an inward-looking group, like the Scandinavians – denouncing conquest, violence, and physical domination, and relying instead on subjective advanced argument and discourse to maintain their authority. They were known by the world of that time as the ‘Noble People’ – in Sanskrit ‘Arya’.

With the invasion of the Moslems, Aryadesh’s people were found to be wanting in war skills, and she was thus easily overcome and ruled. Sindus, later abbreviated to Indus, was the first part of Aryadesh to be conquered. And ‘Hindu’ is a derogatory appellation taken from Sindus/Indus to signify the all-too-easily-conquerable people of Aryadesh, the weak defenceless men unable to prevent the rape and slavery of their women. The Arya people of the time were, like the Buddhists of Tibet, given to a dispassionate mindset and bent on living as pacifists that gave no quarter to mental anger let alone physical violence.

One thousand years of demoralising slavery later, the Hindu has gained power in India. And the flexing of that power now includes the Sikhs as a target for proving Hindu masculinity – the same Sikhs who secured freedom from conversion of ‘Hindus’ to Islam. Act upon act of negatively-induced and –directed violence has been perpetrated by Hindu against Sikh. Sikhs have been languishing in jail for more than twenty-five years for crimes they did not commit – their innocence proven – because of their attachment to being Sikh. I have very little doubt that were they to embrace Hinduism, these jailed Sikhs would be set free before the conversion ceremony was even completed.

In the meantime, Sikhs living in the west are fighting to maintain their own racial, linguistic and cultural heritage. Many formed fanatical groups seeking independence from India. The 1984 debacle was occasioned by one such incident. These radical fanatical fantasists fail to realise the world has moved on – demands mean nothing, unless you are willing to invest two to three centuries’ worth of training in modern warfare and conquer your opponent in the way of such violence – and that simply being a baptised Sikh is not a sufficient enough rationale to demand and have your will be done. They forget that such voice and traction as Sikhs historically enjoyed was located in, and dependent on, their superior warrior skills. And that their ancestral homeland will only be delivered if the world invests in Panjab the same way as it has in Israel – as a proxy war site, armed to the teeth, that acts as a frontier against Islamic nations. The fact is that the Sikhs willingly gave up their kingdom, and now they cannot expect realpolitik to hand it back to them on some long-ago promise.

Meanwhile, the Sikhs of the UK and their disenfranchised, independence-seeking movement, are having the flames of their discontent fanned by the British government, who are openly courting them and giving them carte blanche support to set up broadcast networks. Thus, the old Khalistanis use their newfound global voice to attack and embarrass India into cooperation with Sikh demands. The Kesri Lehar movement is one such demand: it seeks removal of the death penalty from the Indian statute books; but Kesri Lehar plays a double role, in that it represents a skillfully managed British Government project to reinforce Sikhs as a thorn in the eye and mind of the Indian Government.

I stand on the sidelines watching the debacle and am incensed by the government and country I have chosen to call my home using such divisive, underhand means to destabilise India. I am equally disgusted by the Hindu government’s need to pursue self-empowerment and self-esteem by imprisoning innocent non-Hindus, especially Sikhs. This cannot be called an Indian government anymore. It must be called a Hindu government.

The actions of two selfish governments, the British and the Indian, have left me utterly ashamed. Their actions have turned me into an orphan.

I am an orphan of shame.