After several years of slogging, finally, we managed to buy a flat in a gated community. It was a great buy with 24-hour security and full CCTV coverage. So safety and security was assured more over no howling dogs in the middle of the night to disturb our sleep. This was a greatest blessing as dogs are very territorial and any stray entering the premises tend to settle down and claim ownership. Better not befriend any stray dog and give it shelter: the security was given strict instruction, so peace is maintained. Once any dog is allowed to settle in and if any other dog starts sniffing around, the first one will fight tooth and nail literally to defend his turf. As dogs love fighting all other passing strays too join the battle creating massive ruckus. So the security at the gate were given strict instructions not to allow any stray dog to walk in and told to shoo away stray dogs to maintain peace and also ensure safety of small kids in the community.

Ours is a two-room flat whereas my neighbour’s is a single bedroom one. We found a senior citizen residing alone in the flat and could not meet ever since we purchased our flat two months back. I decided to meet him someday to know him better.

So on a Sunday morning, I went and knocked on my neighbour’s door. A grey-haired gentleman opened the door and I introduced myself as his neighbour. As he let me in, I noticed the place covered with books and a work table with electronic tools and some components strewn around. There was a laptop on which he was browsing something. I gathered that he is a senior engineer with his only daughter married and settled in the US. Her mother also gone with her daughter leaving this gentleman alone. That is all I could gather about him so far. He seemed to love his loneliness with doing all his chores by himself with a maid coming in the evening for washing dishes and other tasks. He does his cooking himself and visits the supermarket now and then for provisions.

As I settled down in the sofa, I introduced myself’ Sir, I am your neighbour and have moved in two months ago. You seem to be living alone in this place. In case you need anything, please let us know.”

He said, "I am at peace with myself being alone."

“What about your family?” I asked.

He replied, “I have one daughter living in US along with her mom.” And continued “Now that I am alone at peace with myself”

“You see my wife is a bitch and has a mind of her own. Don’t bother about anyone.

I was shocked and horrified at his outburst “You seem to be very temperamental sir.”

He replied, “Due to that quarrelsome bitch, we have to shift residence many times.”

He replied “My wife used to sweep our garbage towards our neighbour’s door and no amount of counselling would make her change her ways. To maintain peace, I engaged a maid. My wife would throw garbage from our third-floor flat unmindful of the consequences. So I would collect garbage and go to the dump before she wakes up. Now that she is with her daughter in the US, I am at peace. My daughter has a blind spot for her mom and would fight with anyone in her support. Now that both are away from my sight, I am feeling blessed in my solitude.

I said “You don’t seem to be keen to visit your people in the US”

‘No not at all. I am at peace all alone here. My only fear is my daughter and her mom getting into trouble with the law in the US. You see her mom is a pig and likes quarrelling with everyone whether it is for a seat in a bus or train. Here in our country, our people have a forgiving attitude towards the elderly women. If she continues with the attitude there, I have this recurring nightmare of a burly cop strangling her dainty neck with a chokehold and killing her. Then as usual her doting daughter joins the fight and also goes to prison with no repercussions for the cops. You see the cops in the US enjoy blanket immunity and as I watch the happenings on TV I am terrified for them. The cops don’t seem to be gender sensitive. They treat everyone the same whether a burly black male or a frail Hindu woman. So every morning I call them to assure myself that all is well.”

He went on “You see I am a man of peace and avoid confrontation at all costs. Yet people seem to hate me for no reason. Perhaps it has something to do with my horoscope. So I keep to myself not to get into any trouble. Even the maid I engaged was taken after thorough vetting”

I said, “For any help, you please call me.”

He looked at me and said” My needs are very limited and the maid looks after me really well. Apart from my books and TV I really don’t need much, in case I need any component for my experimental circuits, I hire an auto to go to the city to get them. My hobby is electronics and go on designing circuits or follow other publications”.

I came to know that he is a B E, MBA and was more curious about his accomplishments. So I asked” Sir, you seemed to be highly qualified but still leading a modest life. Would you care to share your achievements?”

He went in to get some tea and some biscuits and placed the tray before us.

He said “Like I said earlier, I avoid confrontation and have no prejudice towards anyone. I liked the famous motto ‘love towards all, hatred towards none. But many times I was thrust into confrontation without any choice.”

I asked “Sir, would you like to share your experience

‘During my long innings in the private sector, I was forced to meet many types of persons and certain incidents stand out as extraordinary. You might say almost paranormal. I was forced to face certain groups of people and one group from coastal Andhra need to be mentioned in particular”.

Nibbling at the biscuits and sipping the tea I said “Please continue your story as I am more than curious”

He said “There were three major incidents in my life where I was pitted against a particular group unwittingly in which I had no choice.’

“Let me start from the beginning. After getting my engineering degree, I relocated to Hyderabad with my wife looking for a job. My class mate advised me to start looking for jobs around Kushaiguda where a cluster of electronic industries were located. I applied and got a job in a small company making signalling equipment for railways. One day as I was returning from the canteen after lunch, I saw a wanted poster and found a neighbouring company called Advance Data Systems looking for fresh graduates. The salary offered was one thousand rupees per month which was three times my present salary.

“I applied and was called for an interview. The MD, his name was Prasad interviewed me and I think I did very well. As the interview was ending, he asked me about my caste. I was shocked and wondered how someone’s caste determines suitability for the job. Those days I was enamoured with Jesus and his teachings and considered myself as Christian.”

I said, “Are you not a Christian anymore?”

He replied, “More on that later.”

“So when I blurted out my reply, his face turned dark and I didn’t know the reason. My ordeal started from the next day as I was summoned to the MD’s cabin. He threw a pile of Hewlett Packard manuals at me and told me to design a 5-volt 5-amp power supply. In those days power supplies were exclusively linear and the modern-day converters were yet to appear on the horizon. I collected white papers and got down to work. I had drawn a presentable circuit diagram and went to his cabin. That Prasad, MD took one look at my paper and threw it at my face. I was appalled and went back to work and came up with another design. It also got the same response. Out of four newcomers I alone was singled out for humiliation. He was determined to find some fault in my work and go through my papers with a fine toothcomb. It went on for three days and on the fourth day, I realised that this person is forcing me to quit on my own. So on the fourth day, I walked into his cabin and told him that I was leaving. His face remained expressionless. I left the factory and reached home

“As I came home depressed my dim wit wife said that an old woman had visited our place and told her that I should not be too frank in my dealings with others in the workplace. She also told us to visit Tuljapur to get the blessings of the Goddess.

“We didn’t have money and also didn’t how to reach that place. So I left it at that and went back to Karnataka state and after many struggles got a job in a college. But within one year I relocated to Hyderabad as I got a job as an assistant engineer in HAL. There as I was handling test equipment, I saw the power supplies made by the same Advance Data Systems lying as scrap. When enquired about them I was told that spares are not available for servicing those power supplies as the company had closed down.

“Deep down I realized someone above taken vengeance. Later I came to know that in those parts of AP, a Christian is synonymous with Dalit. Yet I could not understand the pathological hatred of one community towards Dalits without any reason.

He continued” I was in an executive position in a Government department as a fresh entrant. In those days MBA was all the rage and I thought that acquiring that degree would help me in my career. I thought of joining after getting my MBA. So I quit my government job to pursue that degree and after slogging for two years and many lakhs rupees, decided to approach my parent department. To my utter shock. The doors were closed and I was left jobless. I was on the lookout for a job, any job. I got some teaching jobs in some colleges but as attendance was falling my department was closed. So again I was on the road.

“He said “I am not sure but there were two more companies that bit the dust and I sensed a pattern. In fact, I became a grim reaper for two more such companies”

“But the second one was even more shocking in its ruthlessness in treating the staff.

“In our fight for survival, we ended up again in a residential junior college in the middle of the rice bowl of Karnataka state. My daughter was also offered a job as a science teacher and me as a maths teacher. We were given a quarter, one of the two in a desolate stretch of road on the highway. There were no inhabitations nearby except some labour huts on the other side of the highway for accommodating the coolies working in the rice mill. The rice mill also was owned by the same Giri Prasad who was running the residential school.

“It seems this Prasad maintained a harem in Bangalore and was always on the lookout for fresh faces among the new teachers of his school. Looks like his eyes fell on my daughter and was waiting for a chance. Once I went to Hyderabad for my daughter’s school certificate and the guy next door who was a spy and pimp for that Prasad passed on the message. As I applied for leave that Prasad knew of my movements and got his team ready.

“In the middle of the night, one group claiming to be students returning from a sports meet started banging on the door of our house demanding some water. My wife could not understand as why those students, instead of going to the hostel had come to my place demanding water. She sensed something fishy but showed a remarkable presence of mind and never opened the door in spite of repeated banging. Even the widow was not open to look at those “students”. After what seemed an eternity the next door opened as the commotion seemed to have attracted the attention of the passing traffic and someone came to enquire.

“Finally the neighbour came out and admonished the “students” for coming to the wrong place and told them to go back to the hostel for whatever they wanted.

“I returned to my quarter the next day and this incident was narrated by my wife. I didn’t understand anything at all of that entire episode. Then I forgot all about it. Just as we got our salary, we were told that all the staff were terminated with immediate effect without assigning any reason. Within three months of joining, we were told to quit.

I asked the old man “Did you not suspect anything fishy in the mass termination of all the staff?’

He said “Hiring and firing is the prerogative of the proprietor of any private firm. Since that school was run as a private institution, without any Government funding, they are not accountable to anybody.” Then all the thirty teaching staff who migrated to that god forsaken place were told to quit after collecting their salaries.

“We too were told to vacate the school quarters within one week and we were stranded in that god forsaken place and it was called Saluvanchi mara.

“Later a medium told me in a train journey that Giri Prasad sensing my absence sent his loyal gang of coolies to bodily lift my daughter and bring to his guest house. After his purpose was served he was ready to throw some bundle of notes towards me. He expected no retribution: Such is the arrogance of that person. Since his plan didn’t work out he wanted to sack us; as sacking the two of us alone would arouse suspicion, and so he dismissed the whole staff to avoid it.

I was too shocked to respond to that revelation.

“Later I came to know that his rice mill was sold and all his ill-gotten wealth by dealing in fake currency had vanished except for the residential school. But I too have my mission waiting to be accomplished and I will someday find time to go and complete it. God had done his part and I too have to complete my part. I usually ignore minor daily insults but for this one, I am keeping my secret powerful weapon for use against that bastard.

What about the third case?” I asked him.

“I will be right back,” he said and went inside to get some coffee.

He returned with two mugs of coffee and some biscuits in a tray, placed on the small table.

He began “Before proceeding to the third case which is terrifying in its retribution, I would like to continue our story in the rice bowl of Karnataka.

He asked “Do you believe that a project costing Rupees 550 crores or 5.5 Billion Rupees can be destroyed for a mere 14 thousand rupees job? “

I replied “No sir, I can’t believe it”

The old man said “No one believes it including myself”

Anyway we were told to vacate the quarter soon after receiving our salary and we had nowhere to go. We begged that Giri Prasad to give us some time, and after repeated pleadings, were granted one week's extension. That grace time we used to find some job in that god forsaken place and made friends with an accountant of another rice mill. I was given a job as a junior accountant with a salary of Rs 4000/pm which was reduced to 2000 for some minor infraction. That mill had also came up during the golden days of that team and I was told by one poor cousin of Prasad, that they were all in fake currency circulation racket thick as thieves.

“It was the harvest season and there were hundreds of truckloads of paddy entering the premises every day. I sensed great fraud being committed on some dim witted farmers. If a farmer sends 36 truckloads of paddy, they will be counted as 34 literally stealing two truckloads. Another trick was in the accounting books. If a farmer takes a loan of three lakhs rupees, it is entered as three lakhs fifty thousand. In some more gullible farmer’s accounts two lakhs will be entered as three lakhs overwriting digit two as three.

“As told earlier, I took leave for one day and we all went to our native place but I believe I told the owner that we are going to Hyderabad. After we returned to that mill, I was told to quit as I lied about going to Hyderabad but went to our place instead. After much pleading by my accountant friend, I was told to join but at half the salary of two thousand that also if I confess my sin of lying. I decided it is not worth but to try my luck in the bigger and more industrially advanced town of Bellary.

“One sethji on coming to know of our plight got me a job of foreman in a small unit of six workers.

The businessman running it was equally ruthless with everyone. There were no favourites. I had to keep standing for twelve hours at a stretch. From there we came to the third and most brutal part of my life.

“He paused and said “I must mention the role of Pastor Stephen Paul in getting us a blessing. As he came to Karnataka state for a three day anointing service, I was prompted by my daughter to attend his service. I did and met him in person. He gifted one of his shirts and told me to get baptised on the last day of the prayer meeting. I did as told and got a job in a highway project as technical assistant at a salary of Rupees 14,000pm.

“I left that place in Karnataka and joined that company in Adilabad. It was located 20 km from the Adilabad town and we were provided accommodation in readymade steel shelters. I too got mine and after joining, went back to get my daughter and her mom. Adilabad is known for its extreme climate; burning heat in summer and freezing cold in winter.

“As we settled into our new environment, I realised the strong presence of one community in the company. All higher-level positions were occupied by that community. They were all over the place. One M Tech civil engineer from another community was forced to work as an assistant for a diploma candidate and another matric fail was a manager in the purchase department. He could not write his own name in English. Anyway as we got familiar with that predominantly civil engineering project, I was assigned to the Electric engineering department. My boss was a B Tech with three years of experience by the name Prasad.

“Our history of hardships had already reached the camp even before I reached the site. One thing about those people is they hate the poor with limited means. So I was treated as dirt by our department head.

“One day one 15kva diesel generating set had gone bad. So this Prathap called for me and I started inspecting the unit. My expertise is electronics and I had never seen a diesel generating set. I started the engine and ran it at full speed and there was no output voltage on any of the three phases. I increased speed then reduced but the output was still zero. I took apart the front panel, thoroughly inspected and found three huge electrolyte capacitors across the three phases. They seemed to be the weakest link and if one fails, all outputs will be shorted. I presented my diagnosis to that boss and he scoffed at me. He ignored me and called for the service engineer from Hyderabad; he arrived after two days. After testing the set, he also gave the same findings. That was my moment of reckoning as that team doesn’t appreciate others' skills; their people are supposed to be the only genius in the country. No one must be more intelligent than engineers belonging to that community.

“So from that moment on wards, I was treated like an untouchable in the company with everyone ignoring me. The icing on the cake was calumny and slander. Rumours were being floated that I was an idiot and dumped on the company by some well-meaning director and am a burden. The salary was being paid regularly and I was told by one adviser to speak to the Project Manager by the name, Luvakumar; another cousin of the higher-ups in his thirties.

“I hung on to the job as there were no openings anywhere. One year passed and everyone got a raise except me. I didn’t know whom to approach as everyone ignored me. They are an effeminate provincial bunch of peasants sharing gossip and mocking everyone else.

“I took leave of two days to visit my old church in the middle of nowhere near Sindhanur. During the sermon, the preacher said “I will remove one eye, one hand and one leg from that gang of three”.

“I gathered that the three were the Project Manager, Lava Kumar, Prathap, HOD of the electrical department and Vasantha Rao, the illiterate Purchase Manager. I didn’t share it with anyone as nobody would believe me.

“One day while overseeing the earthwork, one JCB ran over the foot of that Prathap Kumar. One part of the prophecy was fulfilled and I didn’t stay back in that company long enough to know about the other two.

I returned to the camp and resumed my non-existent work. Someone advised me to speak to the PM to assign me any work

“So I went and spoke to him for some sort of assignment to discharge my duties. He told me to visit all the generators and update the diesel consumption data. I took a motorcycle and went on visiting all the diesel generators on the 55-kilometre stretch of highway. This went on for some months.

“Meanwhile in the camp, there used to be weekly breakfast meetings in the company office on Saturdays. I also used to attend those meetings like everybody else. One Saturday during the meeting, this PM called me in front of everyone and said without any prelude “Will you leave this company or do I kick you out?”

I asked him” What was the provocation”

He said “nothing I could think of” and added “Only our utter helpless state of sticking on to the job in spite of being ignored for several months might have been the reason. One thing that the community hates is the downtrodden. That caste worships wealth and no way is too mean to acquire it”.

He added “I was flabbergasted at this unexpected outburst of hate but recovered. I said that I am ready to leave as that Lava Kumar really did not give me any choice. It was a question made point blank and I had to answer.

“There was pin-drop silence in the conference hall. Me a senior engineer with more than 20 years of experience and this cousin of a rich peasant humiliated in a conference. During my stint in defence industry, I found a lacuna in the testing of MiG 27 Avionics, which made me not pass the concerned avionic system. The result was piling up all the systems and stopping production of the MiG 27 fleet. The matter reached the Defence Ministry, and the Russian Design bureau rushed their chief designer to India to rewrite the specs. Also, I designed many turnkey equipment for DRDO labs and here one trash of a rich peasant with barely six years of experience humiliated me in the office in public.

“After this public humiliation, I went back to my quarter and wrote a resignation letter to relieve me immediately by paying all dues of the notice period of three months. After reading my letter the PM got furious and wished to know from the HR about the duration of the notice period. HR said it is one month and I said it is OK with me. That idiot of a PM doesn’t know the basic service rules.

“This Lava Kumar thought it over and said “I will let you know after one month’

“And I resumed my old way of motorcycle riding the entire stretch of 55km and checking the generators.

“Within a week I received a call from HR and was told to proceed to Subansiri Hydroelectric project at Assam as head of an electrical engineering department.

The Empire struck back for talking back to the brother-in-law. He didn’t give me any chance.

“I never been to that part of the country and accepted the shifting. I sent my daughter to college in Warangal and I left for Assam.

“The project site was across Subansiri River which flows from Tibet into Arunachal Pradesh. It is a 2000-megawatt hydroelectric project. There was no electric grid from the country as the northeast was not much developed at that time. The project site as well as the camp were supplied totally by diesel generators from 15kva to 1110kva massive DG sets of Caterpillar Company. There were only three 110kV DGs out of which only two were functional.

“The only plus point was I had an excellent team of highly skilled fifty workers but not so skilled engineers. I was given a quarter and designated as Head of the Electrical Engineering Department, only to mock me before kicking out.

He looked at me and said” Is it boring to listen to all my troubles?’

I replied, “No sir, please go on, it is really very interesting.”

He said, “It won’t take long, I am almost done.”

“Anyway, the greatest problem in that project was seepage of water: water gushes out from the ground, from the sides of the earthwork and has to be pumped out dry for laying concrete bedding. “No amount of pumping is adequate as they were fighting a losing battle with nature. There were no sufficient DG sets to run the water pumps.

“One night as I was sleeping in my bed, I saw a lady fully clothed in white from top to bottom hovering near the ceiling. She said “You will receive one lakh rupees after three months.” I woke up wondering whether it is a dream or a vision. My salary was only Rupees 14000 pm and I was wondering how that prophesy is going to be fulfilled.

“When I took over I was told that one 1010 kva DG of Caterpillar was abandoned in the middle of the river and lying there for the last one year. The output voltage control regulator seemed to have gone bad and they had procured a new one which is not matching.

The AVR is in the part of the control loop which senses the output voltage and generates correctional DC voltage to keep the output voltage of the generator within limits; this much theory I know but never seen a diesel generator of one megawatt capacity until then

“I studied the both old and new AVRs and noticed that the original one runs on 60 volts two phase, generating correction voltage to the field windings to maintain the output within limits. The new one procured was three phase 160 volts which obviously did not match. Nobody had a clue including the service engineer of Caterpillar Company, a graduate of NIT.

‘I took intuitive, got two fully charged batteries, lube oil cans, sufficient diesel and left for the defunct DG dumped on an island of the river by boat. We took all the necessary spares and reached the island. We connected the batteries and went on turning the ignition to start the behemoth. Finally the batteries were drained and we returned to the workshop to return the next day.

“The next day we tried turning the flywheel with a crowbar and connected the batteries. As we turned on the ignition, the beast came out of hibernation and started with a roar. But after running for few seconds, it went off with a warning A8, and displaying ‘high voltage’ and showing 500 volts.

“I had observed two small potentiometers with heads sticking out from the solid potted module AVR, Automatic Voltage Regulator. When the machine was started again, I turned one 2 mm pot slightly half a turn and the machine stopped with warning ‘low voltage ‘showing 380 volts and displaying A7 as error code.

“I was jubilant for making the beast start and got its secret to control. When it started again, I turned the pot meter with that small screw driver and brought the voltage to exactly 440volts. I ran the set till the end of shift and the news spread throughout the camp like wildfire.

For the first time in my life I was happy for choosing electronics as elective instead of civil engineering as at that even failed candidates were chosen to work in Almatty project. Electronics was seen as a discipline with no future.

“A crane was quickly brought and the DG was shifted to the dam site. Many dewatering pumps were connected and the mission went on at a brisk pace. The concrete went on raising steadily to the desired level. The DG was put to work and it ran nonstop for 15 days and stopped only for topping up the coolant.

“Meanwhile, at the corporate office, the brother in law of the Project Manager, I think his name was Ramesh was keeping regular tabs on me through his network. It speaks volumes about the professionalism of that company where the Chairman keeps tabs on a lowly paid worker out of vendetta. The office staff started believing that I am the blue eyed boy of the Chairman as he went on enquiring about me. The Chairman of several thousand crores of projects was watching over me; I think you get the drift.

I replied “Why a chairman keeps tabs on a lowly worker?”

He said “The HR person, a colonel, at that site also was curious about it. He would call me into his cabin and enquired about my situation. Military officers are full of dignity and grace; they treat everyone with dignity. But these thugs are from rural feudal background became wealthy by hook or crook. They are not used to be talked back and one must suffer any insults silently which a senior person would not bear.

He continued, “That Project Manager didn’t give me any choice and other alternative was being kicked out physically. So I took the only option of quitting on my own which ruffled their feathers. They were mightily offended.

“He said, hear me out. Well as everyone was celebrating the success of the dewatering mission, I was told to report to the Head Office at Hyderabad after exactly three months of working.

“I returned to the camp office at Adilabad and met the old friends. After listening to my story many advised me to go to court about the unfair treatment. But one gentleman by name Subba rao met me in private and advised me against it. He told me that they belong to a very powerful and closely knit group called KGF and nobody can defeat them in courts or outside. If push comes to shove, they would physically eliminate him.

I believed him convinced about the power of that secretive group called KGF to which Giri, that owner of Residential school in Karnataka also belongs. The brazen attempt to kidnap my daughter to rape unmindful of the consequences is a testament to the clout and power of that group.

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“So I returned to the head office and was told to submit my report which I did. Then I was told to resign which after some hesitation, I submitted the resignation. I was told to collect my dues after two days. I went back to Warangal and returned after two days to collect my check. With three months’ salary and provident fund, it all came to exactly one lakh rupees as prophesied three months earlier by the lady in white.

“With that money we made reservations to Chennai and then to Vailankanni as I was told that the Lady in White was Mother Mary and she called me to visit her shrine.

“I had never been to that place and we got church accommodation without any hassles. I sensed some power in that place. There seems to be a vortex of space and time in that place.

“After supper we went to bed, I heard a voice in my ears’ I have destroyed AP06’.

“AP06 is the project designation given to the stretch of 55km four lane highway project run by that same Lava Kumar It is a 550 crores rupee project and no one believes my story and so I didn’t bother to share it. But I heard news of trouble with toll booths and they were fighting it out in Supreme Court.

I asked “What happened to your family?”

He replied “With the job gone, I had to pull her out of college and we were back in Hyderabad looking for jobs. My daughter suffered a nervous breakdown as she has to discontinue her college. Later I got into an engineering college as foreman, then as a techno commercial manager in a private firm catering to defence labs. My daughter did her graduation through Open University and got married to an NRI. Now she is in the US and sends me money for my rent and monthly expenses.

I asked “What about the gang of three?”

He replied” I searched FB for that Luvakumar and found his profile picture. His both eyes were intact and I often wondered about that prophesy. Only Prathap had his foot crushed by a JCB which I witnessed in person right IN AP06.

“God said ‘I will kill them all’ in one encounter and often I wonder whether it is a physical or professional death He had in His mind. It might be a metaphorical death. Anyway I have no contact with them and Lava Kumar profile was missing in FB nowadays. May be he is dead”

I was silent for some time with my eyes becoming moist with tears.

He continued” I remained a faithful Christian and was attending a church in Gudihathnoor near our camp. The pastor by name Johnson became my friend and after coming out of that company we settled in Hyderabad again looking for any job.

Then one day I received a call from that pastor Johnson. He said “Jesus visited him and told him to pass on a message to me. I have to pay tithe to the first pastor if I get any income, and that company shall call me back with an offer of double the salary. I got some minor works and after getting paid, paid my tithe to the first pastor, Alex who baptised me. But nothing happened and nobody called me. That failed prophesy was the last nail in the coffin of my faith in Christianity.

“Then I recollected an incident at the time of my baptism. As we were going by our car to the lake for getting dipped as part of the ritual of baptism, a huge snake crossed the road and almost came under our car. Just as the tyre was about to run over the snake it suddenly retreated as fast as it came.

Also I remembered an incident in Karnataka state when a young highly gifted preacher from Mysore was praying for me and suddenly there was trembling of the floor. Then the preacher stopped and said “There is a blue green entity with fangs behind you. And it is saying that your prayers are useless and you would hang yourself.”

“I was flabbergasted and wondered did not Jesus claim that He is the way and truth. Nobody goes to the Father except through him (Jesus).

“I did study the Bible thoroughly and found that in Numbers, Moses commands his people to look at the Bronze snake and get healed of their afflictions. Looking at might mean to worship the Bronze snake. Later Hezekiah destroys the Bronze snake. I sensed that there might be power struggles between Reptilians goddess and followers of Moses or Christian God of Yahweh.

“What more discovery you found in the Bible”? I asked.

He said” yes I found one particular verse in Old Testament: that is Deuteronomy chapter 32:8 Song of Moses. I will reproduce it now verbatim.

Deuteronomy: 32:8 The Most High assigned nations their lands;

He determined where peoples should live.

He assigned to each nation a god,

But Jacob’s descendants he

Chose for himself.

You highlight that part “He assigned to each nation a god” This particular verse is missing in many Bibles as I seek this verse whenever I visit any church. It looks like there is a deliberate attempt to obliterate traces of all other gods to the exclusion of Yahweh. This led me to more confusion and finally I stopped going to church altogether. The failed prophesy sent to the pastor at Gudihathnoor by Jesus Himself finally made me stop believing in Christianity.

That was the saga of one ex-Christian and I was more shocked than ever about the powerlessness of the Gods. 

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