The relationship between man and woman is still, not that well understood by science. Why a divorce happens, what all situations and circumstances result out of that cause. It is economic, social, religious, spiritual, even global. Depression that results from it connects, therefore, directly and very naturally to terrorism. Craters caused by bomb explosions, people dying in hundreds, been shot or blown to bits. Nothing is more fault fracturing and unnerving. Black is the domain that all these things start falling into. Only later parents are able to reconcile divorced kids back into civilized society. Otherwise they have to be turned into being named bad company and anti social. They mostly originate from nahi mille unsocial mind set, failure in court ship or girlfriend-boyfriend infidelity.

20th Century was characterized by War, Terrorism, and Sophisticated Crime. Machines, Computers, Electronic, Biotechnology, Money and Weapons, all gifts to the world by the West. Russia China India Brazil Pakistan are some of the other names that made their mark in technology and modern warfare. Nuclear warfare and space technology. Everyone is busy, building, researching bigger and better forms of haye, that a arro can deliver to the world. Science is what makes it all tick. This century is only starting up, it’s engines and stamina. What of will become of the world in the later years. Mars, Saturn even stars like Proxima Centauri, Keplar, etc. All this is just makeing them more and more arrogant, with more and more sophisticated forms of haye. ICBM’s Rovers Submarines and Fusion Reactors Ships Space Stations. Not getting to me any of this ? Then join Narus today. Because it has that kind of money, something like 1-4 AU’s to build more and more of these armed bases in space and other worlds. Our galaxy is all weaponized and all about war and technology.

Wow, it looks great, so real, so dangerous. Characterized mostly by machines, automobiles, money, computers, TV, airplanes, trains, highways, interconnections, newspapers, schools, hospitals, businesses, factories and industries. The world has indeed changed from 1857 to 1947, India. It is amazing. Yet bicycles and walking a short distance is good for health. Even recreation. Now in this modern incarnation the world is gentle, people are soft and sensitive. Money runs everything. Social networking, internet is good for everyone, it keeps people safe and the place connected to the rest of the world. Isn’t it a wonder that just a few years could have changed the world so much and so populated. So much so that it is perpetual, and one is required to build a small world for oneself here and run it on one’s own, call it earth space and time. Evil permeates yet, so it stays resident in one selves. Cleansing and God faith, is all one’s own ecosystem. My world. My life. My people.

Chall, kapat, neech nigahe, zeher, paap, julm, saudagiri, and many more to come. What more does anyone want to know about this world, that it lives in disguise, otherwise it is just hell, dark, filled with flames, molten lava, and demons, feasting on our flesh. Never before could this be true more. Remember Zuel. They lurk in another dimension, only poison, that is covered up, or disguised in complex way, hiding the sophistication with modern weapons, yet people still die of haye. The devil is real. Only Fifth Element, can save us. Let us all unite and pray, for world peace. Love, Faith in the God, almighty, who would clear the path of light, keep us away from the darkness, allowing us to see right from wrong, everything will become clear. Amen.

We now see that how dangerous the world is indeed. One should treat all people, as Narus. Therefore, sometimes a lock down by local government is enforced on me. This is something that one must survive on his/her own like rebirth, so memory loss, sense of abduction, psychology emptiness, loneliness, experience of life threatening horror are all regular here. One must not be alarmed. Either you see it that way, or be yourself, that has been taken by them, and you must work on putting yourself together like a station. All the very best to you Sir. Aspect of fiction, is the emotional continuous flow of them here.

Apropos, you have indeed, broken the ice with the Narus icon staff that you bear or are appearing to brandish. Enter the command module that take control yourself, execute whatever way you want us to run?

Who am I to answer that question!? They are your caretakers too. So with that background you come to us, with no power, no people, you are no one. Narus does not work for just one individual, it is socialist, it is capitalist. So how can I help you Sir? Good day to you Sir?

They are people, strangers, celebrities, public faces, socialites, authorities, businesses, and banks. These people are strangers, not our family. They are really bad, jealous set of people, mostly wanting to make money out of those intentions and ambitions. And they want to be arrogant. So you don’t talk to them won’t interact with them keep them covered up on TV, as your local people. And report back to us. Going further don’t worry about whether they live, they die, they love, they hate, or are married, or with kids, sacred, terrorists, criminals, saints, because they only want to come to take us. They are jealous, fake, and dangerous. They won’t help us ever, only cause mishap here, so stay close to us your local caretakers. Henceforth in this blog they’re referred to as Narus subjects and citizens.

You are the most important person here. See it takes time to embrace reality. Whatever God and Nature, the universe has given us, the time, the youth, the aging, and then dying one day. All this is love. Whatever I build that has to be given away to the taker. That is a painful sight. My creation now shutdown and locked up in the hands of my taker. So I wake up in his house, feeling naked, helpless, without any memory of my life, my past. It is hell where I have been brought in as a prisoner and a victim. Now I must die for them here. I’ve been good all my life, so they must be evil. Isn’t that that always happens, so let me build them something an artifact of me, that they can take me with, into their custody where in I must die for them. When this life in his lair begins, then nothing will work in my favor, everyone here, wants to hurt me, and I must take the blame. Once it is over and I have survived, a new person I’ll meet, maybe from the local authorities, cops or my family, who will resuce me from them.

My dad is actually Taylor, who in this blog is a dad निकले. See that the world is very tightly packed in a sequence of steps of occurrences of things and mishaps that causes a meeting with him. It is not easy, everything happens the way it is meant to happen, because Taylor is the puppit master, and only then he’ll be able to give to me, closing the mishap in which we all could die. That’s who they are. Meeting with Taylor does not happen occasionally here so I must go around on a tour that should happen as chance, but turns out to be destiny. Yes I’m supposed to die for dad, as he becomes that હાઈ for me here, getting no chance to give to me. That’s how he destined it to be for me. That what I call dying for Narus. The one who gives to us.

I live in perpetual twilight zone. Why did I ever believe in a world? Because their is no such thing. What the real world is just a curse, that takes away your life that I call love. Only then will dad come here, when I would survived some mishap, lost a part of myself somewhere. The God people are here, now they only come, give me a mishap daily in my life, maybe it is God’s blessing that I lived through it, and my dad gave to me access to my world again. God people call them low class, call them sc or French. But you can’t ignore them, they give love you can’t have, then you die because you couldn’t have. Then someone, my dad, showed up, and another day is here, and God people are at peace, and I have a life, a day that I can live with tears in my eyes. Now after surviving it I’m overwhelmed I don’t know what life is anymore, but it feels good to be alive. The vision the warning I had was that of being in a terror hostage situation that I could not have survived, instead God people gave a really bad life with horrible experiences called home mishap, or simple accident that took a very long time to come out of, the movie 127 hours comes to mind.

Hello World? So I wake up one day as a late teenaged guy, and ever since, I live inside lock down. How I managed to move from one location to another, completing one cover up after another, taking surviving the mishaps and the hindsight that follows. This is just one nightmare, that is never going to end. Syncopy is real, and I need them to get me to the next destination. I was even married to them, but in hindsight I feel singlz, just another sham, to shutdown my DadNikle protector here. But people come, when they cover up, it hits like dying. I hate it. Not for my protector, I would go insane, even die.