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I've learnt a few new things today. I learnt them amidst a sad story that I almost forgot about them. I held them tight at the back of my mind, lest they escape. Bhagavad-Gita is one of them. A word that you don't meet everyday in these streets, do you ?

It caught my eyes, it attracted my attention because it is a word you and I haven't heard before. If you've heard it then you don't know what it really is. If you know what it is then you're knowledgeable. I owe you a pen and a paper.

A study told me it's one of the holy scriptures for Hinduism. It has a long history... 

On a Tuesday evening when you're not taking purple tea, you may decide to read a book. " Those in peril" by wilbur smith wouldn't do you bad. It will make you know why you will one day need me so badly. Probably to tie your shoe laces or just to tell you a story.

You may decide to read about cats.  To know where black cats originated from. Why white cats are loved more than black cats. Or why cat meows are more scary at night when you're home alone. I read about a cat today, a cat called Miki Maus. I had to read about Miki Maus because if you see a bikozulu notification pop up on your screen you stop other things and see what's popping.

And by the way have you ever been to Mathare hospital ? It's a place you don't wanna be. It is not a bad place per se. You just don't want to have reasons to go there. You don't want your insanity under control because you're better of sane...

Kundalini Awakening is number two. If you've heard of this before you're my friend. It's astonishing how life entails alot of things. Some of which we'll die without knowing. 

Kundalini Awakening is something uncanny, other- worldly, mysterious, freakish, eldritch and every other word that can describe spooky. Something I've never imagined existed. Or didn't I get it right ? You must read about it. 


But before you read about kundalini Awakening and Bhagavad-Gita read about Miki Maus.

Google bikozulu and there in search for  " photo of worms"

You will join the dots here.


 



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