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1. The NASA chief has announced the launch of the sonar resonance data capture satellite PANTHER into Low Earth Orbit. This first-of-its-kind technology has captured codified 3D geospatial data revealing the resonances of ancient temple complexes beneath invader edifices.
2. In 1983, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) engineering professor Sahadeva (born under the name Robert Plantinga) released a white-paper uncovering the best explanatory framework for the perplexing PANTHER Satellite data. These resonances are echoing and unexplored traces of aether (Ākāśa or the Dark Matter of the Panchabhuta). He was a robust man, married to Mrs. Sally Plantinga, with two young children. After he revealed his findings on Ākāśa, he was removed from his position at MIT, and some have reported that his project, funded by the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA), was cancelled and concealed. He spent the rest of his monastic years meditating in holy cities.
3. All our cities were holy once. The merging boundaries of resonances emanating from temples created a comprehensive, fecund substrate: our holy land, in which we could have created and become anything. Our esteemed Prime Minister and the Cabinet of Ministers are working to eliminate the inhibiting sheaths placed upon these vibrating linga structures by the iconoclastic invader dynasties and then later by usurper and comprador regimes. However, pervasive institutional reform is a difficult task even for such motivated servants of the executive branch. Some institutions are still very compromised, such as the Archeological Society of India (ASI), the Income Tax Department (ITD), and the District Collector’s (DC) office.
4. After the death of my father (Shree WN Ghorpade) in 2013, I continued to manage and inhabit our ancestral property with my charming sister. In our childhood, we would play motherlessly through the empty slap-echo halls, in which I would take on the role of the conniving shopkeeper and she of the naïve customer. Sometimes, when tired, I wished for these roles to be reversed. We discovered that the cellar haunted by bottles of sugarcane wine sat atop a second cellar haunted by dripping, lascivious spiders. As my role demanded sardonic, unflinching courage, I unsealed the third cellar, which was profuse with sacred artefacts. Subsequently, though I thought my father would wifelessly beat me for my ingress bearing an inappropriate role, he beat me for widening the risk of falling under the radar of the ASI, ITD, and DC.
5. Even in the pollution of our atmosphere with the perverse values wrought by the usurper regimes, aether (Ākāśa) continues to envelop us. Conscious perception of aether, as has been accomplished by NASA’s PANTHER Satellite, is only possible in the purifying-nullifying resonance of sacred artefacts. It is the yonic role that is sufficiently substratal to receive such resonances. After my sister’s terminal departure to my brother-in-law’s apartment complex, I attempted contact with the holy of holies again by encouraging the ingress of the cleaning maid (impure!) and a sex worker (impure!). In this failure, I digested the first strata of the true barren motherlessness of the ancestral property, and the second strata of my own isolated slap-ache.
6. I saw an opportunity in the puissant gallop of electoral transition and took on the role of the ornamental mark (tilak) on the right thumb. This initiative proved to be a larger failure still. The bulldozers flattened 3D negative invader space into 2D space (flat plane). Our esteemed Prime Minister and Chief Minister had the right intentions but were misguided by the pernicious guidance provided by the compromised ASI. This is why the first and truest apprehension of the sacred aethereal resonances in recent years has been attained by the NASA PANTHER Satellite with its capabilities to capture 3D geospatial data.
7. In the Tuesday Market, I have had to resist the temptation to let my eyes linger on charming women examining fruits and vegetables. Even robust men stare similarly, and even they think of the women’s charming yonis as lilac blots blooming across their skin and cheeks and pervading them, but they think as such with the wrong intentions. I think appropriately of their role as resonance receptacles. I am not robust but old, and I have also stared at the thirdgenders waiting for opportunities to weave around the bulldozers stopped in traffic to clap before the rickshaw veils demanding alms. There are surgeries. But my Western allopathic surgical yoni will be decrepit, old, dry and too pitiable to be even impure.
8. My revelation is that while my false father cowered in fear of compromised institutions, my true father is the blond Shree Guru Sahadev, who loved my late mother upon the moonlit banks of the sacred river (how the polluted genes overpower as in the desecrated air!). My stepmother, Sally Plantinga, waits to join me in the true country being wrought. My true, celestial father speaks to me through the embers of his work encoded in the NASA PANTHER Satellite.
9. Tomorrow morning, I will enter the holy of holies in the third cellar and be blasted by the initially incompatible aethereal resonance. It will in my ecstatic death gore into me a true yoni and the lilac will bloom into my wrinkled cheeks, and this will be the first of many such. The remnant invaders will die, wither away, and flee to bastion cities and then neighbouring countries. My true father will push into the flat zero craters left by the bulldozers and in these new yonis unsheathe the ancient network of artefacts till you are all washed in resonance and can become anything ever again.
10. I have emailed these details to the offices of our esteemed Prime Minister and Chief Minister. For them, and for you, I have folded in a small slice of the fatherland to come. Feel its susurrations between your thighs. Please share widely.