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Software codes of mantra,

tantra, witchcraft, black magic, evil eye, evil tongue &c



It is foretold! The torrential flow of inexorable destiny!

27 Metamorphosing into a hermit

I can mention a phase in my life which might have some bearing to the above argument. Around 2000, life simply pushed, heaved and hauled me from various locations inside and outside India to a remote village area named Deverkovil. I had very rarely worked under anyone. As to subordination, other than being under Indian academic teachers as their school student, I have had very little experience of that. Most of my work was business or freelance.

Deverkovil was not my native-place in any sense of the word, other than that my parents had bought a few pieces of land adjacent to each other. Inside this compound, there was a very affluent house and another house in a dilapidated condition. Owned by my parent/s.

Times were very bad. For, I was now stuck in a remote village where the rich people were at that time the minor employees in the middle-east. (As of now, this has changed. Not many are minor employees as of yore. For, many work in white-collar lower to middle level jobs, or run their own business, in the middle-east).

The affluent house was occupied by my mother. Her social stature as a senior government officer, and various other superior attributes, along with the fact that her other three children were literally wallowing in money and/or in socially acclaimed occupations, the house had a halo. However, for various reasons, which might take up a lot of words to explain, I along with my wife and children, stayed in the dilapidated house.

I chose not go around mentioning my family connection to the affluent house. I do not want to enter into the various social and language code observation that I could pick up from this dilapidated location.

Inside this house, I spent most of my time connecting to the outside world with a very feeble internet connection. Most of the times, it took minutes and minutes to open a webpage. But then the effect was fabulous, when I could open it.

I was sitting inside a very dilapidated house and connecting to various locations including native-English nations. Mainly writing my ideas or my books. I also did some English language teaching to many youngsters in the daytime hours.

These are not the things I want to mention here. What I want to mention here is in direct connection to the theme in the previous section:


While it might be easy to brush off the connection between seemingly unconnected events, if one is savvy with the world of software and internet, including the design, uploading into the server etc., one might indeed be quite surprised at the way seemingly simple hints points to imminent huge dislocations or failures or total breakdown of systems.

The way and manner in which the opinions, words, minor actions etc. of minor technical persons in pivotal locations can create huge changes at huge and totally unconnected distances would be quite surprising. Their minor actions like a single checking (ticking) or un-checking (removing the ticking) of a form field in some specific application software would remove a website, block an email, reroute a message, give a warning, offer a help etc.

From the ordinary physical world, what has been achieved or done is totally from the supernatural world of black magic. However, not many people would agree to this comparison. For they know about software, computers, internet, web-servers, computer mouse, email, email set-up, Google, Search Engines, image search, voice search, etc. etc. etc.


However, in Deverkovil at that time, around 99.9% of the people did not have much idea about any of the above mentioned items. (Off course there was the miniscule percentage who knew all this.)

I was everyday interacting with people and events which were quite far off physically. I learnt the use of MS Word, MS PowerPoint, Adobe Photoshop, Adobe PageMaker, Adobe Dreamweaver, Web server integration, developed Victoria Institutions’ website, wrote books, created their PDF digital books with various features, learnt to integrate a paid-version Payment Gateway to our website, later integrated Paypal also to the same, did email marketing, had very powerful debate online, faced a lot of blocks online from generally the immigrant version IT workers (including computer operators in schools in native-English nations) (the so-called cheap labour) in English nations, many of my writings were blocked online, there were complaints that I was indulging in ‘hate-speech’ wherever I mentioned about the terribleness of the human and animal degrading ‘feudal language’ codes of non-English nations (especially Africa, Asia and some Continental European nations) &c.

One donkey from YahooIndia sent me a dire warning message, mentioning that my writings can be reported to the law enforcement departments if need be (it was a horrible thought that some low-level employee could dare to use such words. I had no other option other than to cast a curse on Yahoo).

Along with all this, my senior daughter also learnt all the computer skills that I was acquiring, so much so that she was more adept at all this, at around age 4 to 6.

I accompanied my children to the river in the daytime for swimming, and also when they were involved in English training programmes.

When I wrote my books, I did it at a tremendous speed of up to 10000 words a day. However, daytime Internet was quite expensive. So all my work were done in the night hours. Even then the feebleness of the internet connectivity was a terror. It would get cut off at the least excuse. A minor freak-wind was enough.

So even though my working speed was quite high, the feebleness of the internet speed was a drag on my work. In the initial period, I did online writing works for quite low rates, but then it helped me get accustomed to it.

Apart from all this, I was in the midst of certain terrible family problems connected to so many claims on me and my family members from other people who claimed to be ‘family’.

Since I was working mostly in the night hours, I used to get up around 11 am to 12 noon every-day. Even after getting up, I would be quite drowsy for quite some time.

Beyond all this, the very dilapidated house where I was staying had a bad history of affecting at least someone among the occupants.

Indeed there had been quite bad experiences in its history which I was aware of, but very few other people were aware. I do not want to go into that part, even though it might come up again in a topic area where I wish to discuss certain buildings and their codes that exist in the virtual code realm.

Whatever bad experience the time was, looking back, I find it that it was indeed a very positive period in my life. For, I used the tedium of the hours and days to write a lot of book, on themes that used to bubble inside my heading almost all times of the day and night. The moment I wrote a book on a particular theme, I found that my mind went blank on that theme and another theme slowly spurring itself up.

I was a person who used to travel the length and breadth of my local state by both two-wheeler as well as four-wheeler for around four or five years, a few years before I ended up in Deverkovil. A single journey would be from around 400 kms to around 1600 kms by two-wheeler as well as by four-wheeler. I am sure that there might be other people also who do it. However, I do not know any one of them personally.

Why I mentioned this much is that at around 2000, when I started staying in Deverkovil, the people around me could not understand anything that I was doing, even though they were not nit-wits or ignoramuses. There were many who were quite accomplished businessmen, quite cunning and deceitful.

However for all of them, the term computer seemed quite outlandish and something from a very elevated location. As for I connecting to far-off locations, would seem quite an improbability at best, and a kind of mental hallucination at worst. For, it had all the elements of some kind of freaky mental standards. Someone sitting inside a broken building, and claiming quite non-tangible themes, which were physically more or less improbable.

There was absolutely no way to make most of them understand that I was quite busy in my own way, and that I had my own level of knowledge and information of which they were unaware of. I could understand that they had the general impression that I was kind of nitwit with some extreme kind of social phobia or paranoia. Some kind of social phobia or paranoia is a normal feature in all the people in such localities. That was understood by everyone. They could understand me only on the basis of their own social fears and limitations, when in fact it had no connection to their own issues.

Actually there were many other things that were in my head, which had not even an iota of corresponding content in their heads. For instance, I was a reader in English classics right from my childhood, with Oscar Wilde and Somerset Maugham being my favourite authors. I was a fan of Enid Blyton’s Famous Five in my school lower classes. I used to like The Phantom and the Mandrake the Magician much. I used to read Archie, Wendy the good little witch, Casper – Spooky comics and such. None of the people around me had even heard of any of these things. However, they had the feeling that I was a nitwit.

At the same time, most of their intellectual thoughts and even beyond were known to me either in bit and pieces or in real abundances.

Why I mentioned this much was to denote the ease of visualising quite astounding event and actions as quite normal, once one comes to know that there is indeed a known machinery working behind it. If this information is not known, every kind of astounding claims would seem quite preposterous.

Actually what I was doing sitting in a quite dilapidated building in a remote village, and connecting to people and events at quite far-off distances were of the quite astounding kind, in those days in 2000. Even in 2010, I was aware of doctors (who are seen by the same local people as some kind of intellectual giants) who did not know to operate or use a computer comfortably.

Now, this is my point: From the ordinary physical world of those times in the remote village, what has been achieved or done by me was totally from the supernatural world of black magic.

By around 2007, Smart-phones started appearing. Many people missed the path to computer expertise and went headlong into the relative ease of Smartphone using.

The beings currently known as animals in the subcontinent missed both the paths, to computer expertise as well as to Smartphone use. For, before their mental enhancement could be attempted upon, the English rule ended.

00. Book profile


01. Intro

02. The frill issues

03. The deeper themes

04. Code view, design view & real view

05. The exact danger in social development

06. The fabulous un-detection

07. The machinery of disparaging

08. Lost in translation

09. A hint of the codes behind solid reality

10. Codes of Aiyitham

11. Upward lifting power

12. Codes of ‘respect’

13. The code version view of human beings

14. An observation at a personal level

15. A very powerful experiment

16. Locating the Voodoo-acting location

17. The continuous wobbling

18. The arena of Sensations

19. Words that crush and those that stretch

20. Software codes of Shamanism

21. Other supernatural software items

22. The issue of touching and of un-touch-ability

23. A detour to English colonial administration

24. Back to repulsions in touch

25. A supernatural way to off-set negativity

26. Allusions to the anecdotal black-tongue

27. Metamorphosing into a hermit

28. Back to the eerie realm of Evil Eyes

29. A thing that can provoke the evil eye

30. From my personal experience

31. Detecting an inserted code

32. The viewing angle

33. The Codes of touch

34. Gadgetries of degrading

35. Issue of viewing

36. A clue from the epics of the landscape

37. What bodes ill for England

38. Codes of imagination

39. The slow rattling and the rearrangement

40. Astrology and other divinations

41. Hidden codes in spiritual scriptures

42. The curse of the serpents

43. The ambit of a disaster

44. Nonsensical theories of communication

45. Continuing on the serpent theme

46. Jinxed buildings

47. Jinxed positions around a place of worship

48. The second item: the broken mirror

49. Supernatural codes of building design

50. The spoken word and the effect of pronunciation

51. The Pied-Piper-of-Hamelin capacity

52. The diffusion of numerical values

53. The litmus test of stature codes

54. The working of the breached codes

55. On to the attributes of ‘sensation’

56. Miscellaneous items

57. Decoding bird signs

58. Use of urine, hair, nail, blood etc. in black arts

59. Lucky stones

60. Sleeping positions

61. The proof of the pudding

62. A software based disease treatment system

63. The power of indicant words to redesign

64. The other means to investigate

65. The fabulous ‘n’ word

66. Yantram

67. A warm talisman

68. Computer coding in feudal languages

69. Commentary 1

70. Commentary 2

71. Commentary 3

72. Commentary 4

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