Job means “Just On Busy.”

What job would you do for free?

First, I’m working on myself using the Boom Mind app through meditation. I’m not fixing others — only myself — and that’s not selfish. It’s simply a desire to improve myself. I’m fully aware that the great labels others gave me were false.

After listening to the humorous parables of Sadhguru, I felt inspired to test his teachings myself — to see if what he says is true or false. Through chanting, faith, and devotion, I’m growing step by step. I started watching Jamtara on Netflix.

Though the story is straightforward, each episode carries a deeper meaning. I have to read between the lines, flip the narrative over, under, and twist it around to uncover that meaning.

I rethought everything — especially that strange gust of wind that entered my left ear and planted nasty stories in my mind. It was all a ploy to make me admit I wrote a book. Oh my God, I had never even thought of that! All those stupid noises from these men were born from their own stupidity.

Imagine thinking I’d ever do something like that. Yet since they planted the idea, and it came from their ignorance — imagining him sleeping with key women to feed his lust, making them do his bidding, and turning his desires into an advertising stunt without them knowing — Hari Wah! I actually asked that gust of wind to teach me how to do that! But guess what? It went silent.

So why did it disturb my peace and my family’s peace in the first place? Why use this house to conjure black magic from afar? And now they’re still insisting I admit to writing some book — calling it a brilliant masterpiece? How could I ever think of such a thing?

What they did was so devious, yet they still insist. They’re barking up the wrong tree, disturbing my peace. That man was encouraged by an elder. He sat at a grand meeting table like a general manager with his key players, undermining and toying with everyone. He demanded instant obedience. But when “nothingness” entered the room, he sat cockily in his chair, legs open — and that’s when the deity decided to teach him a lesson.

The deity gave him a taste of his own medicine — physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual — for what he did to the devotee, the one writing this story. He turned invisible in front of his own team, who then realized he had been using black magic. He lost control of his own meeting table.

That very morning, he was beaten in his groin several times. And again at 11 a.m., even harder than before — and this time, in front of the owners. Where would he hide his shame? He encouraged his protégé to spread lies and unnecessary stories to destroy me — not something I ever did on my own.

It was those two men who created the lies, seeping through windowpanes and scaring me. At the same time, an unseen, fat, lard-like man entered my mind. He, too, got the worst beating of his life and disappeared. Eventually, he confessed and told the truth — about the higher realm, the justice I always find, and the faith I carry.

Now I’m the one beating the elder, and it’s happening in real life. The thrashing I gave him is worse than what others saw — mistakenly thinking it was just black magic. A learned man explained that the same elder, once a believer in amulets, had turned dark inside. He had chosen the wrong path.

For the harm done to me — affecting my peace, my work life, my dignity — the deity gave him a powerful slap using his tail and foot while he sat in his chair. He was forced to clear my name and explain the truth to the owner.

That night, the elder came to visit. I could see him beaten. Later, the deity and I showed him the consequences of his actions. His amulets had turned black. The path he encouraged his protégé to follow was full of lies.

The day before, every entity that had ever disturbed me was beaten thoroughly — divine justice delivered to their core. And Mother Kali gave the final blow for all the unnecessary torment I endured.

Then I watched Maamla Legal Hai in Tamil on Netflix. I laughed so loudly — the truth hidden inside that brilliant episode gave me new ideas on how to rise above this mess and continue my peaceful journey.

What a profound madness this has been — my free job of curing myself, finding peace, and reclaiming justice.

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