No path is a path if you see no people walking or moving here and there. There is very little that you can learn if there are no people around. Yes it is true that lonely paths also teach you things but that are different things. The paths provide you different pictures at different times of a day. During mornings it is very different and during dark it is unbelievably unexplainable. You see ‘no end’ point in analyzing these paths, the travelers, and the people we see, i believe.
PLEASE GIVE US COVID19-VACCINE FOR FREE.
I need the support of the world to capture the criminals who torture me talking to my brain & mind , whole-body, twenty four hour basis. Please cooperate Sri Lankan Forces, Police and Government, if any one of you sheltering them, pls. punish them. and please stop financing them.
Thank you.
stay safe!
Merry X' Mass!
FREEDOM
Dear children, this STORY is for you and your Siblings and for all your friends.
FREEDOM
(ADVICE: Stealing
something such as ‘Freedom’ that belongs to someone else is not a good habit.)
We lived in a little
wooden house on a valley. The valley was known as the silent valley. The house we
lived was a bit old and it was built by my grandfather. My grandfather was a
town man. According to what my father told me, he did not like to live in the
town and had come to the ‘silent valley’. There was dense of wood adjacent to
the valley and on the right side a range of mountains. The wood was named as
the kings’ wood and the mountains as the ‘pleasant mountains’.
I enjoyed climbing
the pleasant mountains and viewing the valley from the woods, sitting on top of
my favorite tree. If any stranger enters the valley I was the first to know.
We lead a happy life.
We received rain and sun, adequately every season. Our stores were always full
of grains. We had enough water to cultivate and we even sold the excess grains
to the foreign traders who often visited our valley. We enjoyed swimming in the
little stream which flowed between the valley and the pleasant mountains.
My mother was very
fond of singing. She used to teach us beautiful songs and poems and narrated
stories before we go to sleep.
My father used to
work at a farm in a village next to the valley. The farm was owned by one of
the rich landlords of the area. The landlord was very fond of cultivating
cotton. By the way, my father was wholeheartedly a peasant. Rather, he was
pleased when others called him a peasant. He worked there when there was no
cultivation of his own to look after. The landlord did not mind him working
during his leisure time because there were not much labourers around who wished
to work for a wage.
Unfortunately the
landlord was unkind to the workers who worked there. No worker was happy
working there, including my father. But my father told me that all those
workers who worked at the farm were honest and did not cheat their landlord.
One day he met a kind
entrepreneur from Spain who visited the farm for a business matter. My father
was offered a job as a farm keeper. His job was to look after horses and ponies.
The kind entrepreneur owned a huge yard of ponies and horses. He took a
decision to leave the valley for our own sake. And he also decided to handover our
land to his own brother to cultivate corn until he returned.
We all felt sad on
the day that he left us to Spain. I am the one who missed him most because my
father and I were very good friends and were not just a father and a child.
Back then there were
no telephone in the valley. But my father used to write to me long and lengthy
letters explaining the chores he had to do and the things he observed.
My father told me
that every horse had a name; Super Wind, Strong Earth, Massive Rain, Speed Hunter,
Quite Fighter including very active ‘Freedom’. There were many others as well, I
can’t recall their names right now.
I had seen horses and
ponies who used to go across our valley with their masters. Ever since I wanted
to own a horse.
On one fresh summer
morning, my father returned home, one week prior to his official vacation.
Guess who came with
our father? It was Freedom who came with him.
Freedom was the best gift
I have ever received from my father. I like its long swinging tail and rhythmic
walk. It didn’t like to live a caged
life. Although there was a fence around our land, it lived freely because we
didn’t tie it or locked it inside any room or hall.
My father knew how to
deal with horses and ponies. He taught me how to take care of Freedom. I had a
companion since then. A good trustworthy one.
Since Freedom came
into the valley, to our family, I didn’t have to bother about not having many
friends around or near me in the valley we lived. We walked together, ran
across the valley, in the wood, and climbed the mountains so happily.
As you all know very
well, the horses can’t talk. But there was a particular way that I used to
communicate with it.
Whenever I had
something in my mind I used to share it with Freedom. If it agreed to whatever
I said, it used to shake his head frontward. If it disagreed it used to shake
his head left and right. If it got confused with the questions I asked or
things I said, it used to stay quite.
About a few months
later, my father went back to Spain to accomplish his duties.
On a particular Sunday,
my brothers, sister and my mother went to the church except me. I was not well,
so I had to stay at home.
About a couple of
hours later when they left the house, I heard a big vehicle full of men with
weapons entering our land.
“Collect
every single grain they have.”
A person with a big beard
ordered the other men in a tuft unkind voice. Another man came quickly to me
and said,
“Oye
lad come here, bring every grain & bread you have.”
But I said that
“I
can’t give you anything. There is only a few grains left until my father
returns from work.”
He didn’t even bother
to listen to what I was telling. He even dragged me from where I was standing
and asked me to show him the grain store. I screamed for help…
“Help!
Help!”
But there was no one
in the valley because all have gone to the church.
I thought that they
were bandits. They took everything we had. My coin box, a valuable book named ‘Libertyfull
Island’, and my Freedom.
Ever since, I lost Freedom
and a good friend. A few months later, my father decided to send me to the
school that my father studied and then to a high school in the town. It helped
me to adjust and cured my wounded mind.
But Freedom lived in my mind forever. I wanted to grow older as quickly
as possible. But I had to wait patiently till I complete my education.
I know how to
recognize Freedom. And I know who took it away from our family, our valley, and
from our land. My vision of life now is to find Freedom and bring it back to
our land, to the silent valley. I believe that one day I will be able to find
it.
Till I come to rescue
you Stay Safe Freedom!
I will let you know
what would happen during my search for Freedom.
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First and foremost let me wish you all the success in your efforts in manufacturing vaccinations to save the lives of the corona affected and and the lives in danger .....
I was wondering whether there are
similarities between the corona (Covid19) and tuberculosis virus.
i do not know whether there is an
prevention injection available to avoid tuberculosis.
Footpath wish to know whether it is
possible for the injection/vaccination experimenting and researching company/ groups/innovators, after
getting the patent of medicine / pharmaceutical to sell the formula to local
companies, every local country to produce it inalands to fasten the process of curing
the people.
And for those who cannot afford, the WHO can plan and give the
vaccination for free (?) if possible. the footpath wish to to know whether it is possible.
I also kindly request the HUMAN RIGHTS'
organization in GENEVA to make sure that the local communities to focus on human
rights violations occur during corona -Covid-19 period. i.e.
body-controlling, brain controlling. etc. for such women and men cannot prepare
their minds and brains to consciously face corona challenge.
The footpath kindly request the wealth to support the poor and those who are in need of food and personal body and health protective equipments such as face masks bodyguarding coats, medicines beds and if possible ambulances etc. to safeguard the lives of the corona affected and those who are directly dealing with the corona issue.
The political oppositions too can raise a fund naming for instance, 'The oppositions joint fund to aid and support corona affected. :)
Wish you the world health good health!
May you all gain wisdom and every protection!
i am a victim of whole-body controlling mechanism , including brain and mind, eye contour according to my memory, since march 19, 2020. A few groups of persons torturing me talking to my deep earbud, brain apparently using so called mind bonding , hitch and hatch mechanism. Brain heating is the most painful and unbearable thing.
Some of the women and men continuously torturing me and disturbing me pressing my brain segment, nerves of the head, chest, etc. including abusing me sexually. I reported this to the Police Station Kandy. i am sure that they are investigating the issue.
The main issue here is that some of the men and women everyday spoken through my voice box and controlling my voice and thoughts and what i understood is that apparently some of the speakers live here and there of the world. some of the names that i hear is Nevada, Columbia, Rajasthan, etc.
the most dangerous experience that i ever experienced is that one or two men or women reading my past by touching and reaching the memory lane of mine, they pick and chose incidents and events of past and throw them at me thinking that they can torture me and this happens everyday. the mechanism that they use is 'the sleep therapy mechanism' talking and touching me from a distance. whoever here is controlling me from a distance using modern technology? they can obviously do that talking to someone using spy-speaking method, allowing the person to sleep by pressing the relevant pressure point / segment of the brain.
actually i am under threat of losing my life due to this activity. and dear sirs, and madems i believe that ordinary civilians cannot do that unless they have the knowledge of brain and mind and a bit of knowledge of psychology, medicine.
who are these persons/groups? what is the best way to tackle them, capture them. they always boast and believe that no person can capture them.
The other danger here is that they can enter any premises unseen. when the two minds were or are bonded they can easily peep into the lives of the others. this has been a main issue for me because these so called spy speakers embarrassing me entering the rooms of my married siblings and my washrooms when bathing.
And they may steal the vital belongings of citizens especially the secrets from the files of any state.
Now i believe that this is one of the challenges of the new or modern world, disturbed by CoVID -19.
some of the tortures i believe live in the country and gets support of the outsiders. i cannot name or assume any. and i guess that they exchange information through this mechanism secretly using this mind to mind bonding method. i also assume that this particular groups/s earning money bonding two minds and allowing the torturer to control the sex organ of the victim.
How do you recognize the individuals talking to one's deep brain and mind. especially when they heat the head either using a particular tool and thoroughly pressing the veins. they cause cancer because they continuously breaking my voice box and i assume you need to speak through some electro radar to spoken through one's throat and voice box.
I also believe that they view me live and somehow doing it. And some them has cams.
what is the mechanism implemented i have some curiosities. i need support not only to understand the issue but also to STOP this.
needles to say that this collapse my brain and kills the cells of the brain and when controlling my whole-body i lose control over everything, every organ.
may all beings be healthy and happy and may this world be free from ill-willed spy-speaking tortures!
My face mask is torn. I thought I must buy a new face mask.
For how long one should wear a face mask? old face mask won't support the need of guarding our inner bodies from Corona, I believe.
Face Masks play and important role in safeguarding one's health from Corona in addition to the other health routines that we all must follow.
Breathable , Germ and virus detecting face mask we must wear, the health personal always advise. sometimes due to whatever reasons, Some sew face masks using ordinary cloth materials, somewhat helpful I believe.
we must thank the shops who sell medicated face masks for a cheaper price and for those who distribute face masks for free.
also i think it is advisable to use hand-gloves especially when dealing with customers and handle money.
Stay safe .........
Dear people, on this beautiful CHILDREN'S DAY let's raise our voices against women abuse through technology, specifically against abusing women using modern technology and devises.
Help Protect the minds and brains of women and children from the abusers who abuse them from a distance mode and support identify them.
