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 Jun 2017 Bhumi
Àŧùl
I am me,
And she's my role,
So she's as excellent as me myself,
But she's beautiful,
I am not.


Her poses possess a demeanour,
And she says a lot,
Silently,
But I listen to it all,
She just wonders how do I know.


She is now my bestest friend ever,
And of course the most gorgeous,
Can not be any easier to conclude,
Because she is simply a class apart,
She is a real motivator & practical.
Both Bhumika & I have our equation straight as the best of friends.
She is such a deserving young woman who exudes an infectious enthusiasm to achieve something.
I don't feel shy in saying that seeing her focus I feel encouraged to follow my career as well.

She has changed a lot and improvement is visible in her original poetry.

HP Poem #1175
©Atul Kaushal
 Jun 2017 Bhumi
Àŧùl
I* talk of the fairy from Nagpur.

Lovely she is very much playful,
Of a perfect smile she is holder,
Voracious I am & she's food,
Extremely delicious!!!

Best beautiful girl I've ever known,
Holder of beauty she is a beholder,
Ultra she's as beautiful as the moon,
My dream girl she is my real killer,
I have kindled this dream for her,
Kodak moments are all her smiles,
A**nd her beauty I can never forget.
A poem about my beautiful friend Bhumika Fulwani from Nagpur.

No veiled emotions.

I just truly admire her angelic beauty.

My HP Poem #1606
©Atul Kaushal
 Mar 2017 Bhumi
SøułSurvivør
A Story of Scientology and the
Mental Health System Connection

THE CAUSEWAY

By the time I got to Tampa Florida I was so weary that I was stumbling off my feet. I hadn't had any proper sleep in 4 days. My bones felt as if they had eaten a cancer. I can't remember sitting and waiting for motor pool to pick me up from the bus station. I must have been sleeping on my bags. Not that there were that many of them. I had very little clothing or toiletries. In fact I believe all that I owned was in one tiny suitcase and a carry-on duffle.

I don't remember the name of the man who picked me up that day. We'll just call him Noah. And the white van that traversed the Courtney Campbell Causeway carrying State Road 60 from Tampa to Clearwater? We'll just call that The Ark. Because we were about to meet a *deluge...


The first part of the trip I was nervous. It was raining and extremely windy. I remember asking Noah if we could wait for the storm to pass. He told me that he was under orders to get me to the Fort Harrison within a certain time frame. He would meet those orders come hell or high water. He didn't actually say that but that is what he meant. And that, my friends, is what we got!

The first part of the causeway appeared to be wide. It had palm trees on either side and some greenery. But at a certain point all it was was some roadway perched upon pylons. The engineers had started construction of the causeway in 1927. It was a total of 52,165' long. And, brother, I was feeling EVERY INCH!!!

The wind was blowing so hard that the rain was almost at a horizontal slant. The waves worse. They were spilling over the roadway and frothing. There was no one on the road of course. Nobody else would have been crazy enough to go out in that storm over that Causeway. But Noah had his orders, by God. And he was going to carry them out. That's how brainwashed and insane some scientologists are. Especially in the Sea Organization. Failure to follow "Command Intention" could be seen as grounds for the RPF. More on that horror later.

Well. I remembered Elsie. How she said the Lord Jesus Christ answered prayer. She'd told me that if you confessed your sins with a pure & contrite heart and asked anything of him, he would grant them. That's just what I did. I recall closing my eyes and talking to a man. I didn't know Him. But I told him I was sorry. And if he'd just get us to our destination safely I promised I'd try to be a better person...

Noah was terrified. I can still see his face locked in a rictus of fear. But now I felt strangely calm. Even when we hydroplaned over the asphalt I wasn't afraid. Finally we arrived at the end of that terrifying strip of water and wind. I don't recall exactly. But I believe Noah stopped the van and wept. For the first time in my life I thanked God. I recognized the event for what it was... A PURE MIRACLE.

*AND I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER IT AS SUCH.
What I've written is what I remember to be. I don't know how we could have made it over that Causeway and not been swept over the side. It had to be an act of God.

What I will be writing from now on are my impressions of my time in the sea organization at the Flag Land base. All the names save one will be changed. There is one I don't hesitate to mention by name... the swaggering little dictator David Miscavige. A human monster of ****** prepositions. He will receive NO MERCY.

HE HAS SHOWN NONE TOWARDS ME.
 Mar 2017 Bhumi
Àŧùl
Always!
 Mar 2017 Bhumi
Àŧùl
Young but assume self mature,
Over the love put your desire,
Unlike me, you're weak here.

Listed in your service I had for life,
Onto another you moved your fife,
Selfish you were, so I bear this strife,
Exhausts my love & you won't be my wife.

All the best with your experiments in love,
Love you posed much as ideal dove,
Love flowed inside instead of blood.

Maybe you will succeed this time,
You say he is just like you & it's fine.

Lost in your memories my love is,
Only you have I ever loved I feel,
Victory will be mine one day soon,
E**nter I will a world of true love.
Selfless love was what I dispensed,
And cheating was what I received,
Always.

Like that part-timer,
I appeared the same once upon a time,
I say that with you all may remain fine.

I always lose myself in love and get a cheat in the end.

My HP Poem #1467
©Atul Kaushal

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 Feb 2017 Bhumi
SøułSurvivør
I'm sorry I have not been on site. I very much want to read, but I have a friend who is in Desperate trouble. She's involved in a lot of occult practices, and her Immortal soul is in grave Danger! I'm researching the various practices she is engaging in. And actually promoting! Divination. Spirit Guides. Acceptance of Satan in the form of an angel of Light. And necromancy. This only names a few of the very dangerous practices she's involved in!

If anyone here on this site is involved in any of these practices, please contact me. My research has sort of made me more expert at answering questions regarding them. I shall say this again...

THEY ARE VERY DANGEROUS!
YOUR IMMORTAL SOUL IS IN DANGER!


I am a Watchman on the Wall. If you read Ezekiel 33 you will see the importance of being a Watchman. And the Fatal consequences for the Watchman who does not warn the people! The blood of the people is on their head!

Any advice my fellow Christian believers can give me would be greatly appreciated!

THANK YOU!

♡ Catherine
 Feb 2017 Bhumi
Àŧùl
A plot of more than 300 square yards,
Our house is being built within it,
And the architectural model,
It is just very beautiful to look at,
Though it is only on paper right now.

Just not a home until we shift inside,
Lamps for construction are lit,
And few nomad workers,
All of those live near that site,
They build the house like their own.

We just do not shift things into there,
Once its construction is complete,
Then we thank mother nature,
Celebrated will be its completion,
And so will be its existence as if won.
My HP Poem #1405
©Atul Kaushal
 Feb 2017 Bhumi
Anna
Being what the heart finds its solace in
Even though the others oppose
hating the world
But finally started knowing to love myself
Understood that its okay to fall again and again
to strive for what I love
because that's how I'll reach my destination
 Feb 2017 Bhumi
Anna
The difference
 Feb 2017 Bhumi
Anna
There is a difference between liking it and
getting use to it
 Feb 2017 Bhumi
Àŧùl
Compromises
 Feb 2017 Bhumi
Àŧùl
Compromises

In the prosecution of celebrities,
And in their sentencing,
We Indians **often
compromise as we get influenced by their hype,
And for them we harbor many soft-corners.

In the prosecution of high-society crooks,
And in their sentencing,
We Indians frequently compromise as we get influenced by their heights,
And allocate 5-star treatment to murderers..

In the prosecution of petty thieves,
And in their sentencing,
We Indians rarely compromise as we get influenced by their low status,
And quickly pronounce sentences...

In the prosecution of celebrated criminals,
And in their punishments,
We Indians often compromise as we get fascinated by their misdeeds,
And by their outrages....

In the execution of our daily works,
And in their performance,
We Indians seldom compromise as we often get boosted by their difficulty levels,
And put in that extra effort.....

In the protection of our loved ones,
And in their safety,
We Indians never compromise & protect them with all what we have,
And keep them safe......

In our own heartfelt ambitions,
And in their fulfilment,
We Indians nevermore compromise & strive heartily to succeed,
And rise above the world.......

Then why we Indians can't do,
What's regarded right,
In the society & in all the countries in this world,
And progress like never before........

Why we Indians can't stop,
What's regarded wrong,
In the society & immoral in humanity,
And let our land become a paradise again.........

Probably we Indians require a change,
May be you & I could help by bringing it,
In the social, local & national politics,
And see our country become the India of dreams..........
Written on a day when I finally read in the newspaper that one of the most celebrated terrorists had finally been hanged till death.
My HP Poem #2
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2017 Bhumi
Àŧùl
Cataract
 Jan 2017 Bhumi
Àŧùl
If you happen to have it in youth,
You will lose true lovers forever.
If you happen to be so uncouth,
You lose more than just a lover.
If you happen to fail catching the sleuth,
You should look inside yourself rather.
If you often forget lovers like a cloth,
You would rather start a museum.
My HP Poem #1395
©Atul Kaushal
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