INTRODUCTION: The above article basically describes human powerlessness under the oppression of certain highly advanced magicians, such as Buddhist gurus, whose inhuman and un-human character makes them not only utterly appalling but also extremely dangerous.

However, prior to actually delving into the subject matter at hand, a word or two should be set down in order to establish the legitimacy of bringing such an unusual discourse into the sphere of public discussion and to refute those who say that the phenomena and arguments presented therein are simply not real.

Most people, when asked in public whether they believe in para-normal phenomena such as black magick respond by saying “No”. This, in most cases, is a lie. In my estimation, 90% of the population believes in the reality of magick, clairvoyance, exorcism, etc.  Though completely unwillingly, I have found myself in a very good position to explore not only these obscure phenomena but also people’s attitudes and reactions to them. Many try to ignore my message altogether, many try to laugh me off  in public as a mental case, but the most common reaction experienced in private by almost everyone deep down is fear. But is not humanly possible to be afraid of something we don’t believe to be real!

The moment I draw out my “Beware of Gurus!” banner, and explain to people the full extent of my experience with magick, the atmosphere suddenly changes into one loaded with fear and anxiety. This, in a way, is good, because your fear will keep you away from gurus!

Moreover, the vast popularity of films such as Lord of the Ring, Matrix, X-files, Minority Report etc. and the myriad ghost-stories and science-fiction books sold in millions of copies simply proves the extent to which people deem the plots and the ideas presented therein to be real and therefore worth watching or reading. It is a simple psychological truth that adults find improbable (un-real) plots boring!

But if you insist that there is no such thing as para-normal phenomena, please allow me to remind you how science and magic have already begun to converge:

Just this morning I read in The Guardian how scientists are already able to read people’s minds using sophisticated devices:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/science/story/0,,2009217,00.html

… The research breaks controversial new ground in scientists' ability to probe people's minds and eavesdrop on their thoughts, and raises serious ethical issues over how brain-reading technology may be used in the future.
The team used high-resolution brain scans to identify patterns of activity before translating them into meaningful thoughts, revealing what a person planned to do in the near future. It is the first time scientists have succeeded in reading intentions in this way.

Or shall I remind you that “Harry Potter’s invisibility cloak” was invented and manufactured by scientists as long as 4 years ago:

»Japanese scientist invents 'invisibility coat'«

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/2777111.stm

»Scientists Aim to Duplicate Harry Potter's Invisibility Cloak«

http://www.livescience.com/scienceoffiction/060525_invisible_cloak.html

Given the fact, as exemplified by my case, that humans can get into very bad magick-related trouble (REGARDLESS of whether magick is true or not), there is yet another, even weightier reason for disseminating this sort of information, namely the fact that positive portrayals of gurus in the media far outnumber the sorely needed information on extremely negative aspects of their activities, and that information which would make people fully comprehend how grave and heavy (Sanskrit गुरु='heavy' (etymol.)) the implications of a relationship with a guru ( गुरु) actually are, is virtually non-existent.

Here is a concrete example: Google returns half a million results for “milarepa”, (Milarepa being the most famous Tibetan yogi who lived around 1000 A.D.), and while  most sites focus on his purported spiritual achievements and glorify him, there are very few sites that clearly mention the sufferings he endured under the tyranny of his Master, a lama called Marpa, and there is only one site that carries the most revealing passage from Milarepa's biography which clearly portrays the unspeakable cruelty and monstrosity of Lama Marpa:

( http://www.kagyu-asia.com/l_mila_life5a.html )

And he [Lama Marpa] came out and slapped me again and again.

'When you arrived here you at once gave me your body, speech, and mind. And now where are you going? Surely you are not leaving? Since you belong to me, I could cut you, body, speech, and mind, into a hundred pieces. If in spite of that you are going away, tell me, why are you taking my flour?'

Speaking in this manner, he kept slapping me.

Hence the need for people like me, to bring the gigantic guru charades into a proper perspective.
My case clearly shows how REAL magic is: My Lama and his Agents have repeatedly used their powers of mind-reading, physical invisibility and/or manifestation, telekinesis and many more, as a means to control and torture me. But if you think that such magical powers and their abuse do not or should not concern ordinary people, you are deluding yourself. Very soon governments and the military will be in possession of just such powers through advances in SCIENCE! They will of course use these scientific powers as a means to control and torture the masses. The Big Brother is rapidly getting BIGGER!

Having, thus, established the legitimacy of this discourse, let me now proceed with the actual commentary, paragraph by paragraph.

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As is obvious from the fact that I am writing in English, my brain is (still) unable to process Slovenian language, wherefore I have, as strange as it may sound, had to rely on a translator in writing this commentary. The explanation of the main cause for this sad state of affairs begins with the commentary on paragraph 10 and is also mentioned in other parts of this booklet.

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SUBTITLE: The subtitle mentions how very few people paid any attention to me as a beggar. For the first time in my life I observed how relationships between two or more people are essentially a business affair: Most people will only socialise with those from whom they can derive some benefit or profit. So long as a person has money, social standing, a cheerful character etc. many people will want to be his/her friend. But as soon as this person loses the money, the status, and the cheerfulness, those same people will attempt to avoid him/her at all costs. To speak to such a loser, or even actively help him, is to most people quite unthinkable. “Let the Government take care of him!” But of course the government never does.

I did not take this experience very personally; rather I was saddened on behalf of these mean people, thinking that it must be very difficult to live with oneself when one is so small-minded.

Apart from the mean and small-minded, there were also the outright bizarre and unfathomable. On one occasion, Franci Koncilija, the then mayor of Novo mesto, to whom I am related by blood, walked up to me, greeted me jauntily, shook my hand, looked me into the eye far more coolly than I would have cared for, and immediately walked away without saying another word, and of course without giving me any money. I am not implying that relatives should help each other simply because they are related, however mayors not doing anything about their distressed citizenry is a different matter altogether.

Six years passed and, after having evolved into a far more experienced beggar, I found myself begging in Novo mesto again in JAN 2007. I am sorry to say that compared with other towns around the world the people of Novo mesto struck me as nearly sub-human – except for the “bizarre and unfathomable” section of the public, many of whom, I am afraid, seem to be super-human in a very negative way.

Franci Koncilija, undoubtedly guided by the providence of his all-mighty G*d, unmistakably tracked me down on this occasion too, ridiculed me for my miserable situation and generally made small talk for an unduly long time (“unduly” given the fact that yet again he did not give me even a cent to compensate me for the mental suffering caused by his presence). As you may know, his wife committed suicide in 2003; I would kill myself, too, if I had to live with him! Bad town.

PARAGRAPH 1: It has been my habit for many years now to change my name according to the circumstances, and especially to reflect (a change in ) my mental state. I therefore referred to myself as “Algae” to emphasise the degree to which they had de-humanised me.

At the end of the paragraph there is a reference to “a 10-year period”; what is meant is the time between 1991, when I first became interested in gurus, and 2001, when for the very first time I realised the monstrosity of my guru and the depth of the quagmire I was drowning in.

On the other hand, the 10-year period referred to in my present campaign began in 1997 when I plunged head-long into a living hell after giving my soul to Guru Gegen Khyentse, and has, obviously, lasted up to the present of 2007.

PARAGRAPH 2 refers to my so-called mother, the notorious Anica. First and foremost, the word “mother” here is not appropriate because to me, she has never felt like one, nor has she ever filled her role as a mother. My attitude towards her has spanned indifference, irritation, and hatred, and my perception of her has been either as of one who does not quite belong in my life or as of one who is my de facto enemy. It is not so rare for people to find it difficult to get along with their nearest of kin, and to feel that they are not receiving the sort of treatment from them that one might expect. The reasons for this can sometimes be put down to something as trivial and manageable as differences in temperament coupled with a lack of tolerance, but are in more serious cases traceable to severe antagonism and clashes in previous lifetimes with a “sequel” unfolding in this life. In my case, in addition to both of the above reasons, there has been a third, even graver cause, which I shall explain in the commentary on paragraph 10.

There are, however, a few very important facts to be touched upon at this point to facilitate readers’ comprehension. Anica’s statement that “she hopes he will be able to get over the trauma of his failure” is a very good starting point.

I find it very hard to believe even for a second that she meant this sincerely because she had, ever since her fateful encounter with Chinese energy healer Wang AiPing in the early 1990’s, been in constant touch with assorted psychics (agents) and so completely mentally controlled by them that she had conducted all her affairs, including her “handling” of me, her own son, entirely in accordance with their “suggestions”. Thus, although she does not seem to be an agent herself, she has been blindly following interpretations of reality suggested by and obeying instructions coming from all the numerous agents in her orbit, who of course telepathically receive commands directly from my guru. In effect, expecting my mother to help me in any way would be tantamount to going straight back to my guru and asking him to “please torture me some more!”

There is another, more mundane, possible interpretation of her actions. Because of Wang AiPing Anica had got hit by New Age and the rest of the spiritual craze at about the same time as myself, around 1991, but in a far more self-centred way than myself. Her craving for status, power and influence had made her, to most people’s minds, intolerably opinionated and over-bearing. She had tended to believe that travelling to Tibet would be good for me, and when I had returned from my first journey temporarily completely transformed (in a very positive way), had become convinced that I would develop into some great spiritual personage, which of course would greatly boost her own prestige, wherefore she continued to financially and morally support my travels in the East.

However, with passage of time I had begun to exhibit symptoms of not being “quite on the right path”, which predictably had greatly dampened her enthusiasm, and when, barely two months after the publication of “KDOR VISOKO LETA NIZKO PADE” it became evident that I would never turn into a “success story”, she unceremoniously kicked me out of her apartment.

It is always very difficult to judge and understand other people’s motivations (unless one is clairvoyant), but I am quite convinced that in Anica’s case it was an odd mixture of some or all the factors and parameters mentioned above that led her to treat me in such a wicked way.

As for my father, who had been wholly incapable of harming me thanks to his good, sane nature and unwillingness to trust anything of a spiritualistic character, I believe that his premature death in 2000, occurring precisely at the juncture when I most needed him, had actually been precipitated by my guru’s magical means, and possibly with a little help from Anica, too. (Visit http://www.american-buddha.com/dalai.avalok.2.htm to read about how lamas kill people with magic. The most relevant excerpts can be found in this booklet, too. For quick reference, I pasted the juiciest paragraph from the above  site at the bottom of this page.)

PARAGRAPH 3: Although I have no idea what sort of a person Evald Flisar is, nor what his motives were in writing ČAROVNIKOV VAJENEC, I have been wont to curse him quietly in my mind... (The book is known in the Anglo-Saxon world as THE SORCERER'S APPRENTICE, or "Going away with the wild tiger".) Without elaborating on how decisive a role different types of information can play in the life of a young, impressionable person, I would only like to say that I now have strong reasons to believe the man who first recommended me to read Flisar's book to have been an agent. Also in paragraph 3, I speak of “other students being far more talented than me”, which was a vague way of referring to clairvoyance, a phenomenon I was reluctant to discuss in public back in 2001. I had begun to notice that many of the disciples who ostensibly were at the same stage as myself had in fact been possessed of very advanced abilities to read minds or foretell future, and to memorise vast amounts of information by heart. I had naturally found it very hard to reconcile their excessive praise of my “special qualities” with the obvious absence of all and any such qualities on my part, and eventually came to the conclusion that the gurus were having a gigantic laugh at my expense by playing an outrageous practical joke on me.

Also mentioned are “prophecies”, an instrument of psychological manipulation and torture greatly popular with gurus, which has quite unsparingly been used on me as well. They would predict something mundane and trivial, or something spiritually grand and noble; something very desirable or something utterly dreadful; something very believable or something totally off-the-wall and far-fetched, but whatever they may prophesy, they always make sure that the majority of the prophecies eventually come true so as to show off their unchallengeable power and ability to control and manipulate all psychic and material phenomena within the Universe, and to instil fear and agony and  despair in their victims.

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In 1999 I encountered two members of the Slovenian Buddhist Group, Alex and Stefan, in Bodhgaya, India, and spent a few days with them.  They soon started to get on my nerves as I realised they were in the category I later described as “other students far more talented than me”, i.e. clairvoyants acting as if they were ordinary, and even dropping hints to the effect that in terms of Dharma I was superior to them. I was especially disgusted with Alex whom I had met on several previous occasions without realising how manipulative she was. Outwardly, however, I strongly desisted from exhibiting any discomfort or antagonism as during this time I was technically still “my Master’s humble disciple” and as such had to quietly forbear all the humiliation and disgusting tricks he was playing on me.

One day we were talking about this and that in a friendly, relaxed manner, which made me all the more flabbergasted when she suddenly dropped her mask for a few seconds to look deep into my eyes and say: “You hate me so much because I am harassing you, I know. Believe me, I am going to torment you even more, and for a long time, so that you will hate me even more, much more than now!” Then she continued with our previous subject as if nothing had happened.

What made matters very grave indeed was the fact that although she had employed the first person singular “I”, the intended meaning was the first person plural “We”, meaning all the gurus and agents I’d come into contact with… and for a long, long, time!

Well, here was a prophecy, and oh, how excruciatingly true it has become!

PARAGRAPH 4 refers to events which chronologically preceded the situation described in P. 3 and touches upon the main turning point, namely September of 1997 when I made the deadly mistake (not explicitly mentioned in the article) of giving my soul to the Guru, which was just a few days before he sealed my fate by saying: “You can say goodbye to happiness now!” The dangers of relinquishing one’s soul to a guru are described in greater detail elsewhere in this booklet.

A few days after these events the Guru started to formally instruct me in “Prostrations” the first of a set of “Tantric Preliminaries” to be practiced and completed by anyone wishing to become a Tantric practitioner. “The 100,000 Prostrations” is a physically and mentally demanding practice typically to be performed over a period of one or more months. It is also know as “Taking Refuge” because the physical prostrations are to be accompanied by continuous mental action of recognising and going to the Buddha as the ultimate deliverer from the sufferings of Samsara. This mental action itself is actually the hardest part because it involves a continuous, vivid, and very elaborate visualisation (=mental creation) of an “ideal world” with a deity representing the Enlightened Mind at its centre. (In simple terms it could be said that this is an all-out exercise in what is now known in the West as Positive Thinking.) Once I had received the complete explanation of the Tibetan text and understood how exactly I ought to practice, the Lama told me to retreat to my room and perform the practice over a period of 30 days.

Though I suffered from severe lack of sleep I was generally doing fine for the first 20 days. Then I suddenly noticed that I was no longer able to control my mind and that the heavenly environment I had been generating in my mind began to deteriorate rapidly. Deteriorate here is a euphemism; it was as if the luminous fabric of my mentally generated ideal world had begun to crack and I found myself helplessly watching Demonic blackness seep through, polluting everything it touched; the benevolent deities floating about began to look like demons from Hell, and the whole picture eventually became so scary that I no longer dared evoke it, which in effect brought my practice to a complete stand-still. At the same time, my body did not seem to obey me any more, so instead of going straight to my Lama for consultation, I remained locked in the room for 10 days in a hazy, coma-like state, doing nothing. When I eventually recovered from this I attempted to complete the remaining 10 days of practice, which, for lack of self-confidence and concentration, proved to be a gruesome task, and I took 20 days to finish.

When I eventually kneeled down before the Lama to offer him, as is traditionally done, “the fruit of my practice”, he was far from glad. He curtly asked: ”How many days was this supposed to last?” “30 days,” I replied. I considered his next question: “And how long did you spend doing it?” to be rhetorical and deemed it wiser not to make any sound… He cut through the heavy silence by making a small, yet dreadful gesture indicating that he did not accept my offering.

I should have known there and then that the time to “say goodbye to happiness” had just arrived…

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At the time I had absolutely no idea what had caused me to fail so pathetically, and it took me many years to discover a sinister dark entity that had all along been controlling my actions by controlling my thoughts without me being aware of it! I mention this because the causes of my disastrous relations with my mother, my inability to speak Slovenian, and many other horrors, can be traced directly to this dark entity… to be revealed in comm. on paragraph 10.

PARAGRAPH 5: The “tragic events of 2000” were completely beyond the scope of this article, and are so complex that I cannot fully describe them in this booklet either, therefore let me mention just one of the numerous hardships which befell me during that time.

In the spring of 1999, while living in Nepal, I had begun to feel unwell and suffer from what one might call non-specific discomfort. As weeks passed something more specific began to emerge: a prolonged, dull pain around my heart and heart-chakra, which often, quite unpredictably, turned into sudden, acute pain right inside of my heart. It was strongly reminiscent of an unpleasant feeling I used to experience when exerting great physical effort (such as cycling up-hill), only now it was there virtually all the time, without anything to account for it.

In the summer of 1999, I received news that my father had become very ill a few months before, which became a source of great distress for me. I was not merely worried that I might never see him again, but, in accordance with my world-view comprised, among other things, of belief in karma and reincarnation, also worried that he might not take a good future rebirth because of his general ignorance of spiritual matters and especially owing to brain damage that was part of his illness.

Hence, despite the fact that lamas in general did not seem to be willing to teach me anything useful, I became doubly motivated to gain some insight into spiritual matters, and especially eager to develop “super-natural” powers which would enable me to guide my father’s soul toward a fortunate future re-birth. This new determination however soon became a source of even more suffering as lamas continued to be unhelpful or even obstructive, and meditation on my own failed to produce any results, all of which naturally resulted in unspeakable frustration, which, in turn, made the pain in my heart, and thereby my general debility, an even worse problem than before.

My father’s eventual death in spring of 2000 was an enormous loss because he might have been the only person in the world who had ever really liked me, and It also brought in its wake a terrible sense of self-disappointment which, compounded by the rest of the harrowing circumstances I was drowning in at the time (agents such as Stefan were again crawling all over me), produced a state of shock that incapacitated me completely for a few weeks and eventually made me “resign from my position of a Spiritual Practitioner”.   

PARAGRAPH 6: Further elucidation of methods of psychological torture can be found in the letter associated with “The Declaration of War on Gegen Khyentse”.

PARAGRAPH 7:  This, of course, was just after my father died.

PARAGRAPH 8: Again, please refer to the letter associated with “The Declaration of War on Gegen Khyentse” to learn how Gegen Khyentse kept materialising in front of me and using his magick to manipulate my physical environment even in Japan, and how his agents kept stealing all my relationship-slots, thereby preventing me from accomplishing anything.

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By the time Anica threw me out of her house two months after the publication of this article (JAN 2002), it had become clear that the only thing left for me to do was to challenge my Guru. Since I now had nowhere to live anyway, I decided to use part of the money I had left from the sale of property inherited from my father to fly to India, and personally face Gegen Khyentse, or his representatives, in Manali.  What happened thereupon is also briefly described in “The Declaration”.

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Let me also point out how bad the whole affair has been for me in purely financial terms: the 6000 USD mentioned in the article was about 1/3 of the money I had derived from the sale of the property inherited from my father, and I was reduced by my guru to wasting it all in Japan in a period of just one year (roughly summer 2000—summer 2001). (The property in question was one entire floor in our 3-storeyed house which I had decided to sell because I had found it unthinkable to ever live anywhere near Anica.)

Having decided in JAN 2002 to tackle the Guru, I took the remaining 12000 USD, went to Manali to issue an Ultimatum to Gegen Khyentse / his representatives, and, hoping that my life might eventually improve owing to the fact that I neither got killed in Manali nor did they seem to affect me with magick any more, invested the greater part of my money into establishing myself in Japan. But as you know, after a short respite the gurus and agents re-emerged, and created a state of affairs that was tantamount to throwing my money out of the window.

* * *

Several suicide attempts followed, but I usually performed them in a quasi-scientific way that allowed me to gain some insight into the nature of mind; I eventually realised that physical death unfortunately is not the end, and tried to come to terms with staying alive.

PARAGRAPH 9 seems to be more or less self-explanatory. You merely need to try to  imagine for a minute being in this sort of predicament every day of your life to grasp the importance of staying away from gurus!

PARAGRAPH 10 contains some of the most poignant statements and facts:

Firstly, it is easy enough to understand why geography plays such a minor role: magical forces know no boundaries. However, the reason I emphasise this point so much is to make people aware that sometimes the gurus can be found in the same town, on your own street, or even in your own house. Sad but true.

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Secondly, the nauseating complexity of my life-story derives largely from the uncertainty as to the validity of the hypothesis that all my sufferings after 1997 are an outcome of my own error (namely, the failure to complete prostrations in 30 days), while the many intricacies which need to be cognised and considered in evaluating this hypothesis are in fact the most crucial elements of the whole saga, carrying enormous psychological and metaphysical implications and mind-blowing consequences for our planet as a whole and especially for anyone who might find him/herself in the same situation.

But since philosophical discussions are beyond the scope of this piece of writing, I shall not attempt to present any arguments in favour of or against the above-mentioned hypothesis, and rather continue the disclosure of the “dark entity” I first alluded to in the comm. on paragraph 4 above.

After my father’s death I gradually became aware, in a very, very vague, almost subconscious way, of there being something OTHER than me inside of me. It was a certain blackness… When I came to Slovenia in OCT 2001, Anica  introduced me to a couple of shamans, of whom I subsequently learnt that they specialised in exorcism. (I refer to them as “charlatans” in other  parts of this document, though they were fake only in the sense that they had pretended to help me when they had in fact been making my situation even worse; they were, however, quite genuine in their assertion that they could exorcise – they could if they WANTED to!)

During our first séance, which was, in formal terms, a guided conversation aimed at exposing certain obscure areas of my subconscious, I suddenly became very physically ill; I fell from the chair on the floor and became aware of – seeing, in fact, in the form of “a subtle black” – an evil spirit permeating my body and soul. I felt totally overpowered and unable to do anything about it, though I wished strongly that I could somehow separate myself from it.

During the second séance I again had a strong reaction, this time not merely falling from but actually getting thrown out of the chair by a hidden force; landing paralysed on the floor I heard the shaman making strange sounds with his lips, as if sucking something away from me, and then gradually started feeling better – only slightly better, to be precise. 

The shaman said something to the effect that I was now free, implying that he had removed the demon, and adding that the pain in my heart would subside only gradually, over a period of one year. In the retrospective, it is clear that the fact that the improvement was so minute and that the pain was not removed more or less instantly indicated that a genuine exorcism had not taken place and that he was lying.  A few years later I found first-hand proof that the demon – or even several demons! – were still inside of me.

Indeed, within weeks it became clear that the Guru was still controlling my life, which made it all the more likely that the Devil was still inside – I say this because I have always found it difficult to distinguish between the “external” Guru and the “internal” Demon; they seem to be inextricably connected, acting in unison. And I am certain that the Guru is making damn’  sure that the Demon stays inside of me – forever?

(The fact that I was fooled by a couple of blighters I had been introduced to by Anica of course made me extremely angry with her, and the relations deteriorated further.)

It was this Daemon – Devil – Satan – Energy Parasite – Alien -- whatever we call it, as my “second” mind that had caused me to fail so pathetically during the “Prostrations” by confusing my main, sane, good mind, and this is precisely why I have always found it hard to blame myself for the failure. (But as years have shown, the Universe has never accepted these facts as an excuse.)

I should also mention that despite not having accepted the “fruit of my practice” of Prostrations, Gegen had given me instructions for the second stage of my Preliminaries, called “Purification”, of which I only had enough time to complete one-half (in DEC 1997) owing to complications with my Indian visa. Just before departing for Nepal in Jan 1998 for the purpose of renewing my visa he told me how to complete the 2^nd half of Purification  in Kathmandu in the vicinity of a famous Stupa.  Upon arrival there, however, I found the practice to be physically un-performable under the conditions existing there!

He had also intentionally confused me during the 1^st half of the practice back in India by giving me contradictory instructions, and then pretending he had not, all of which in conjunction with the interference of a myriad agents circling around me and especially the Devil inside of me caused me to start believing that it was all just a giant, purposeless hoax, and abandoned all intentions to ever complete the 2^nd half.

Such developments, or rather non-developments, eventually made me go all the way to Manali and issue an Ultimatum to my oppressors in JAN 2002.

When I eventually returned to Slovenia in 2005, (having accomplished nothing), I simply continued to speak in English as my mouth refused to co-operate in the articulation of words belonging to Slovenian, and this worked fine since such a large portion of the population are proficient in English. Soon, however, I began to experience difficulties with persons whom I encountered in their official capacity; many of them, having seen my Slovenian passport etc., presumed that I must have knowledge of the language and, sometimes outraged, immediately switched to Slovenian, accusing me of playing a joke on them. This, of course, was not the case.

I made an effort to retrieve my Slovenian vocabulary, but to no avail. My “Slovenian Language Module” was out of order. I realised that the daemon inside me was blocking it.

Problems grew worse: whenever people refused to believe that I was simply not in control in terms of the language, and obstinately and even somewhat aggressively continued to speak Slovenian “to my face”, I quickly felt myself grow confused and unwell as their attitude amplified the pain in my heart and somehow made my daemon-warped mind to become very angry with them.

I remember having visited ZZZS one day to apply for a new Health Card. The official there was generally quite helpful and kind, but at one point started to reproach me for speaking only in English, suggesting that we switch to Slovenian. I suddenly heard myself saying: “If you dare to speak to me in Slovenian, I will kill you.” Utterly bewildered and ashamed of these words, I attempted to qualify my utterance, but only to hear myself come up with something even worse: “…just like I want to kill my mother!” - Implying that I – or the demon? – hated the language because it was the language of Anica.

Cutting a long story short, let me mention only very briefly here that quite possibly, the main cause of my problems with her is the fact that the daemon entered my stream-of-consciousness at the time of conception – from within her ovary!

The above incidents clearly show how demonic possession can cause an otherwise rational and suave person to act in very irrational and belligerent ways. According to some "professional" exorcists, more than 50% of people carry inside of them a covert invader of some sort!

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The third important point of this paragraph is that back in 2001, I was not in the mood to get involved in any further discussions or campaigns. My attitude changed drastically after my final realisation in 2004 that the gurus had not, nor ever would, disappear from my life, whereupon I resolved to start exposing them individually, by name, and initially did that in front of a temple in Hong Kong (see LEAFLET “Beware of spiritual harassment”); this attitude was further fortified in NOV 2006 when I found myself so completely stymied that there was simply nothing left to do but to start using the ample time supplied by not having anything to do for the purpose of exposing the truth that a guru can get you into a state of not having anything to do – the only remaining thing being a continuous perception of endless, intense, brain-sizzling boredom!

SIGNATURE: There are some very interesting things I could mention regarding Mr. M. Markelj as well, but perhaps in a later version…

[ END OF THE COMMENTARY ON »KDOR VISOKO LETA NIZKO PADE« ]

BEYOND MAGIC: Just as nuclear science was abused in the 1940's to create and use A-bombs, recent advancements in science have already started getting abused for the purpose of mass-control and exploitation of the human population, so the negative experiences of mind-reading, physical invisibility/manifestation, telekinesis and even demonic possession, which hitherto were limited to a circle of practicing magicians and their victims, may very soon cross over into the domain of Everyman. Please ponder what is to be done with regards to evil-minded practitioners and users of SCIENCE and their scientific powers!

Unless we stop The Big Brother now, we are done for! Make no mistake: our governments and the military are no different from Gurus - Expect no mercy!

Please take a close look at the “people” who rule your town, your country, and your planet, and give SERIOUS thought to how far you are going to ALLOW them to go in controlling and exploiting you! Your worst nightmare is about to become reality, so you’d better wake up!

   antigurus AT gmail.com

Mr. Khuntsok Gyaltsen,

I have had enough of your games. It is no use to feign "surprise" any more, like you did in the case of Mr. Jangchup.

I will shortly be sending you two important letters in two separate E-mails:

1 An Ultimatum to the 14th Dalai Lama, Tenzin Gyatso

2 A Declaration of War on Gegen Khyentse and his Cronies

Please forward both letters both to the Dalai Lama and to Mr. Se Rinpoche at Apho Rinpoche's monastery in Manali, as I do not have their E-mail addresses.

I should like to send these letters directly to the concerned parties by registered post, however, owing to your meddling with my life I do now not have enough money even for stamps.

Mike.

--- "Office of H.H. the Dalai Lama"

 > Dear Mike, > > I am sorry to learn about your business experience > with Mr. Jangchup. I am > surprised because Jangchup is normally a honest and > nice person. However, I > will talk with Jangchup when I see him and will get > back to you. > > All the best, >

> Khuntsok Gyaltsen

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An Ultimatum to The 14th Dalai Lama, Tenzin Gyatso.

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Mr. Tenzin Gyatso,

I am sick at heart and saddened that matters should have come to such a pass.

I, a man who has never aspired to fame and has always preferred anonymity, am now forced to make myself infamous through this sort of correspondence.

As you are aware, it has now been ten years since I met Mr. Gegen Khyentse.

It has now been five years since I decided to abandon my "spiritual practice" under Mr. Khyentse's "spiritual guidance", and to start a new, secular life away from the Himalayas and outside of the Buddhist "spiritual" sphere.

You are also aware that Mr. Khyentse did neither regard nor respect my decision, and has, through black magick, consistently and continuously interfered with my life in an atrocious way.

As an integral part of my endeavour to rid myself of his vicious torture and continuous interference in my life I have decided to address with this issue not only Khyentse himself but also you as the head of Tibetan Buddhist clergy.

The present letter is similar in nature to one of the letters sent to the Pope by Mrs. Maria Ferrara Pema, a victim of a Catholic black magician, which can be viewed at http://www.onlyonetruth.com/possession.htm .