Oh Arup,<quoted text>
So, you believe I'm a Christian with a name like Isaacs?
What if I give you my address and phone number for you to verify my claims?
If you believe that I'm a Christian with a name like Isaacs, then, sorry to say that you're lacking in the most ordinary intelligence.
Anyway, you're free to believe what the unknown poster has said about me.
I am sad that you've always believed the worst about me and have being doing so for years.
I'm a very kind, sensitive and pragmatic person who holds no grudges but you've been repeatedly pulling me down over the years and have never once appreciated the profound intelligence, strong unbias and deep yogic experiences that I have.
You've always been jealous of me and hated me and never wanted good for me and like a fool I looked up to you as a father figure in the absence of dad, mom and sister who''re dead.
I thought you'd be more just, caring and kind.
I thought you'd be sensible enough not to believe blatant misinformation about me.
I thought you'd be mature enough to rise above fanaticism.
You've never wanted good for me and have always sought out occasions to deliberately malign me.
I was recovering quite well over the past 2 days and now all these falsehoods planted by evil and jealous minded persons to show me as a fraud have disturbed me and brought in more force attacks that have just begun.....
Even when I would plant truthful accounts about my yogic experiences, you never believed me and mocked me and called me a liar.
I'll never forgive you for it.
I was pleased to have left the folds of that satanic master of mine and despite all the attacks and difficulties I was a bit optimistic and looked forward to living over the past two days.
You know when the person who you love as a father thinks you're a fake and believes the words of a charlatan poster X who's made me a Christian then it's over for the son and if the son has numerous other problems that are tormenting him and is being attacked by adverse forces then the only option left for such an unfortunate son who has no one in the world and who is loved no more by his online dad is to pull the trigger on his head.
Permit me to call you Papa just once more, for the last time.
So much drama, so little substance. When will you seek the help you so desperately need. Wasn't losing your job enough of a wake up call?