From this monent on, you draw back to your life after life, eon after eon, never met me, never met God, never had anything stick to this one life, back to your Samasa, all revenge, all friends, all old enemy, all you miss, all you care, all you meant you say, all your arrogent, all you ever was, all you ever remember will be...the only one this life, missing.
That is not hell, its Wheel of Wheel of your Original Self
Applause!
That day of farewell, will your Indian fake 500 years old master ever looks like hologram exists to congratulate all of you...for attending him all this years time. Faithfully.
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