Mission Impossible.

What is your mission?

I once believed I was the most negative person in this family, weighed down by my own sinister energy. To change, I abandoned my stubbornness and ego in pursuit of spiritual growth. Yet, paradoxically, paranoia has gripped me tighter than ever. My mother called me a rubbish person, dismissing my thoughts as nonsense—unaware that the dramas she eagerly watches mirror the turmoil I endure.

Since this revelation, I’ve sought refuge in temples, absorbing consecrated energy, and rigorously practicing through Sadhguru’s application. Day by day, the bangles I wore from temple prayers broke one after another, as if revealing who orchestrated the sinister energy. And it pointed to her. To cleanse myself, I’ve worked tirelessly to increase my awareness and clarity through daily breathing exercises and rituals.

I offered my father a prayer laddu to counteract the poisoned touch left by Rathe—the very same method she used on her father during his final moments, lying speechless in a hospital bed. It is tragically ironic that my mother was present then, as though complicit in this cycle. He didn’t survive, a victim of dementia and silence. Now, in my house, I see shadows of black magic creeping in—a sinister practice meant to control one or many households. I have a duty to delusional black shadow in this household, send back everything to the sender of no return as they too will parish for causing this family to hell first for their greed, selfishness, jealousy, enviousness and all the negativeness of they who admire me will all parish in their poison who dare step into this household through their premonition thoughts at where they are. The breath of these auras that  entered this home, reads the stories of their guilt will be in their coffins and be dragged to the lowest form under my feet..I called the  asura divinity in me to turn those who enter this household from your premonition eyes from your dark sunglass while driving in your car to watch me do the intensely exercises to my death see me releasing the black ball inside me and forcing the black ball out from my body form as darkness is driving me to revenge as I called RDN, SKN, GKJ, SRN, SBN, SNN, who casted the black shadow into this household turns out to be true as my body shakes furiously of the names involved in this sinister. These are the people who caused the black shadow in the other homes. My body forms shakes furiously and the asura divinity says it is true they are the one behind these divifivicious witchcraft sinister. Unknowingly or knowingly destroys the game of dice just like the Bhagavad Gita games as this is a reflection of the same game in the same household I am facing now. All black magic crickets who are sent by your masters whether inside or outside the house will all leave and return back to your death masters as these black magician crickets will die with them. My prayers is answered when I say in my prayer of thy black magic RDN, SKN, SBN, SNN,SRN these crickets become silence closed to 10 minutes outside the house and was a peaceful silence that I had never hear before. It is true for what I believe and see they are the ones who pawn me, used me as a traitor and sacrificed me as a scapegoat in their devious games. There is not a second more to lose as I am always on the right track to save and free my family  from their devious games. The premonition auras are doomed for good. Begone I command you, you all will be swept under my feet for I will drag you all underneath me to the darkest dungeon you ever lived trapped under my asura’s regime. Sit and read my demonic stories as you are parishing the juice of the stories and soon will come true to those who stand in my way..

The revelation struck hard: my cousin, of all people, seemed entangled in this web of dark intent. The late Puvesneswary Vithlingam donned orange robes as a supposed sanyasini, yet she never relinquished her envy or the hex ring that symbolized her grip on others. Though she’s gone, her daughter carries the torch, casting black shadows over relatives’ homes. Despite her wealth, she clings to this vicious cycle of power and control.

The last shadow entered my home on a Friday morning when rain fell thrice. It was a blackened specter that has lingered ever since, feeding on my growing madness. This torment fuels a grim mission: if my life must end, it must be on my terms.

In a moment of desperation, I confronted her over the phone, accusing her of using black magic against me. My words were sharp, relentless, as I overcalled, demanding answers. “Why did you use black magic on me?” I demanded, feeling the searing intensity of a camphor fire orchestrated from some sinister realm beyond my reach.

She denied everything, her tone cold and dismissive. Then, she blocked me. Not stopping there, she reached out to family members, warning them about my erratic behavior and the fury in my voice. But I couldn’t shake the vision—her weirdo rituals, the camphor flames burning vividly in my mind, haunting me even as I tried to focus on everyday life. Though this pain is not enough, down fifteen years ago she sends all her dead relatives to the same path as my father. They may died as normal disease or sickness. Truth to be told why some relative  worked to death while others sit facing the wall in complete emptiness. When you sit and read the truth of the person who did no wrong and can see what you cannot see. Do not blame or find fault to the sacrifices newborn at all, the honesty hidden that see everything and fight like pandava in the Bhagavad Gita. Which side are you in dear cousin the kauravas side or converted side? Take your pick. To think I do not feel your aura and you have no guts to face me in person. Let me spin the tale of hell to you.

The next day, as I sat in my car waiting for the family to join me, the heat became unbearable. It was as if the fiery presence I’d felt before had followed me, though its intensity had lessened. Still, it clung to me, a constant reminder of the shadow that taints everything in my life.

It’s no wonder I have no interest in marriage or leaving a lineage. Her shadow has polluted the very core of my existence, casting a darkness over any hope for a future untainted by her eerie presence.

I’ve studied my family thoroughly—my father’s side flourished, yet she continues her sinister rituals, aided by an evil sorcerer who smokes weed to obscure their tracks. Their prayers begin at midnight and stretch into early morning, failing only to resume during the day at prescribed hours. Their relentless sequence seeks to dismantle households, driving conversion, doubt, or discord—all for her hex ring to claim more souls.

Why does she persist? I have no ties to her, yet her envious grasp reaches for me. She mirrors her late mother’s spite, orchestrating chaos even among her own kin. Her rituals poison her lineage; no wonder cousins shy away from marriage or children, trapped in her cycle of destruction. I am used to blaming me for all the accidents in the past that has happened and yet I always forced myself up again to continue driving. Two days ago, she was using a song that was continually playing in my mind. At first, I thought this must be attractive unnecessary stupid songs playing over and over again in my mind. I asked, is it a sinister playing song orchestrated from the other side or my own imgination. I suddenly almost got into a major accident, the song also stopped. That flick second, I noticed this song was orchestrated from the other side. I knew the answer. I took responsibility to blame me for letting this happen to me and I saved myself in that flick second too. I wondered if this could be happening to the others, who had to use grab, uber or had chauffer to drive them around too. I called her numerous times, and she stayed silently not answering me, I wanted to ask if she do black magic in this household or not?

And yet, I stand as the thread binding this fractured family. If I must forge a new path, it will not be from fear but resilience. The cycle must end, and I will not bow to the shadow that looms.

At the dining table, the three women sat in a circle, staring intently at something, as Garret conjured a black magic spell to extract information from me.I looked at them and asked calmly, “Why are you disturbing my peace?”Her mother replied, “Both my daughters are disturbed.”Then Ulysses turned the question on me, asking sharply, “Why do you keep singing the same hymns over and over again? And why are you using my name in those hymns?”I responded, “Your name is the same as the goddess—Parvati, the wife of Lord Shiva.”“That’s strange,” she murmured, visibly unsettled.At that moment, I finally stepped out of the old baby photograph—almost as if freeing myself from a forgotten memory frozen in time. I looked at them and said with clarity, “Because the divine deity is within me. I am compelled to uncover the truth of the past by breaking through these obstacles.”Their faces changed. Guilt flickered, briefly, but they said nothing.I continued, “You were never truthful from the beginning. Your actions were never innocent. They were driven by personal gain—targeting and isolating the most hated relative among you, someone you all despised, just to serve your own selfish desires.”A silence fell over the room. Garret’s chanting slowed. The air hung heavy, not with magic now, but with exposed truth.

But now, I understand why.

Many nights have passed, the gifts of this relatives whom relentless used nails to nailed my skull to prevent their stories to come out was done at 2am this morning, I felt a bright vibration fire with dark black wall surrounding the black magic eldest witches relatives whom sat around the fire commanding the black magic practitioner to nail four nails on my head to prevent their secrets to be exposed. No wonder, I always feel fatigued, I think they want me dead while her daughter Xandra thinks she is doing good by wagging herself in front of me, She is the main conspiracy in this plot. My question is how do I take out these four nails from my skull? What can I do to remove all the nails from my skull? Using the methods I am learning from the Isha center their practises will help me to elevate all these miseries I am having right now. I must tighten the practises more frequently as possible to eliminated my peace of mind. I do not have any friends or relatives I have got them where I want them to be so I can finally eliminate all the black magic practitioners once and for all. Since they want to be dead and to leave this earth for them to strive…so be it..before I leave I will win the losing battle just like the pandavas against kauravas in their Bhagavad Gita scripture as these scriptures depict the every household between themselves and among society as they strived to beat each other.