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This Movie Was Filmed in the Fifth Dimension

The title to this was something that was communicated to me while I was ganj-i-tating during the witching hour last Sunday Morning, accompanied by a feeling of supreme recognition. The movie they’re referring to is our lives. Friend me for magick updates on Facebook, this is the sort of odd shit that happens. Are cute pug puppy pictures coming soon? Of course they are.

The other week I decided that so as to stay away from the net a bit like I normally do on the weekends, I’d condense my psychic updates to a weekend edition entitled The Weekend in Sorcery. First weekend was interesting. The second was fucking bananas- (edited it a bit to post here, so keep that in mind, but otherwise, read on true believers):

Weekend of January 8-10, 2013 (year of the witch):

This is a rich. Went to the OM show on Friday, which was super packed. Dean, who recorded the Black Science records and who I’m working on a new project called Chapel Supremesus with, texts me like a minute before I get to the show, which I had no idea he was going to. I don’t get the text but I somehow run into the guy instantly during Sir Richard Bishop’s set. Dean has an odd way of doing this. He’s into magick and I always seem to just randomly run into the dude at key moments while I’m up on Cap Hill. It’s pretty much why I’m working on a project with the guy. Now, this is sort of embarrassing, but I’ve never actually had the time to explore the Sublime Frequencies label’s material, and to this point I’d never heard Sir Richard Bishop although I do like Rangda. Yeah, I know. I’m a psychedelic musician in Seattle, pretty retarded right? So, it comes out that that’s why Dean’s there, as I was more stoked on OM. Incredibly convenient. I’m now working with a guy who just so happens to be hugely versed in the exact deficiency in my musickal knowledge. Apparently these dudes are all into the Occult too. Anywho, Sir Richard Bishop starts off with some freak folk that I’m not feeling a whole lot, then drops into absolute guitar shred-i-tude territory to close out his set. Long story short, picked up a few albums the next day on Amazon while taking my morning bong rips. Awesome.

Back to the show. So, I also conveniently run into some other friends and go down to smoke a legal ass joint with them. Probably due to this, during OM’s set (good, drawing heavily from their new record Advaitic Songs, Al’s voice was a bit off though, still great), I totally sheer up the piece I’m going to write for Disinfo next week (update, now next week). It all clicks. Remote Viewing and Sports? Yeah, that crazy.

After the set, I’m honestly contemplating doing the right thing and heading home, but the freaking daemonic side of me takes over and insists I have another drink. Cheap Oly, ugh. Need to work on this shit but not tonight. Of course, I again instantly run into Dean, who I’d lost track of during OM. We have a beer and bullshit a bit, then we notice that one of the dudes who runs the Esoteric Book Conference and Ouroboros Press in Seattle, William Kiesel is just standing there across from us looking bored, so we’re both obviously like, let’s go chat him up. Now, this is odd because I just submitted a talk proposal to the Esoteric Book Conference two weeks ago and they haven’t gotten back to me. I honestly didn’t know what to think because I know exactly no one in that crowd. If they’re not into it, whatevs. So we just start chatting the guy up, probably rather annoyingly. Dean has the hiccups which is rather hilarious and fortunately is actually more familiar with what William actually does than my dumb ass. Seemed like a cool chap. Might pitch him a musical thing as well. When you don’t care if it happens really, what’s the loss? There’s always other shit.

But yeah, I had just a bit too much beer that night. Plans are solidified for new Chapel Supremesus practice schedule starting in March. Getting out of the house and playing guitar regularly will be nice. It was also sort of nice to not be doing regular band practice for a period. Got me working more on my writing and I did write a freaking book for God’s sake, so yeah, obviously. On that front I finally got it off to a real editor for a final copy edit on Saturday. While eating breakfast that morning and watching basketball, I switch games like two seconds after the guy from Wisconsin drilled a half court buzzer beater all Evan Turner style. They’re showing the replay as I tune in. The Badgers go on to upset the number 3 ranked Wolverines in OT. The crowd rushed the court. You know what’s weird, earlier in the week, my wife got caught up by like ten minutes at work, and because of that, rather than watching her regularly scheduled Maddow (she’s addicted and I don’t get in the way of that because I know what’s best for me) – while riding my exercise bike, I catch Illinois taking out number one ranked Indiana in spectacular fashion. Angel walks in the door the second that’s over. I get to see the replay a few times and then she’s there. Nice.

After that I’m decently hung over, so I end up trying to drink diluted wine so I won’t get drunk, but stave off the hangover hairof the dog style. I’ve never tried this before, but it works pretty damn well. Funny story on that. To cut back my drinking, I first started to drink scotch, which was surprisingly effective. I suppose, because I don’t like it that much, I drink it really slow and it’s easy to hold myself to like two drinks over a several hour period. Not like beer like I just used to tear through. I used to “run on alcohol” as they once explained to me. But, earlier in the week, the spirits seem to be giving me the impression that even my substantial reductions in the last year weren’t enough. They’d hinted at it before. I could feel myself aging a bit this week. They were trying to communicate with me. They told me quite specifically to switch over to wine. Okay.

So after dicking around playing video games for a while, Angel’s out of the house so it strikes me that it’d be a good day to work on some art as Photoshop’s on her Mac. But I’m sort of hungover, so I’m not super jazzed on it. I finally get to it and make a deal to churn something out really quick. The concepts of what I’m doing start to make sense in the context of the holy trinity. Long story short, I’d been wanting to do a cover to my new book, The Galactic Diaoluge I: Occult Initiations – and I intentionally want the cover to be a straight up retro vibe from the original Cosmic Trigger I: Final Secret of the Illuminati, even went out of my way to buy a copy of that book with the original cover. Showed up autographed with a Star Trek reference. So rad. I’ve basically decided I was going to hire someone to do the cover because I honestly didn’t thing I could do what I wanted, but then I did it by accident. And in spectacularly weird fashion.

Total third mind stuff. Just throwing images together at basically random. If it doesn’t seem weird enough at first, take a look at the top, circular rainbow pattern below the lettering with similar colors. As it goes down to the central theme, the eye which is the center of the piece, pretty much identical color pallet. Even if you look at the bottom you can almost see the brown mound, and it looks like craters a bit even. Also, keep in mind that for the cover, I’m still going to hire someone to crop it and do incredibly similar lettering. Did I mention I wrote this book as a sort of sequel to Cosmic Trigger without even realizing that while I was doing it. It came out right around the time I was born. Ready for it to get even deeper.

Our new puppy was just born this week and I found out that morning that we’re meeting him and dropping off a scent blanket next Saturday (so adorable). Decided a while back that we were going to name it Ezekiel if it was a boy, and as it turns out, that’s all the breeder had and the only reason we got a pup. For breeding purposes, the pug females are more sought after apparently. So, Ezekiel it is. Because of this, I look up images of Ezekiel’s wheel within a wheel vision, that Midday Veil actually references in their song Anthem. I think I’ve mentioned I like that band. So I choose one Ezekiel image, blend it into the mix, and there it is, the image I wanted and I wasn’t even trying. Same color scheme and everything, by accident. Oh, did I mention that I told myself I could only get a dog after I finished my goddamn book, and even cast “spells” regarding this? Then forgot I did that, wondered why the “spells” weren’t working, then it came back to me. You know what? Once my book is fucking done, landlord negotiates with us (which is something neither one of us thought would ever happen, saves us so much money) landlord’s good, we’re getting a pup. Just…Like…I…Wanted…It. In fact, I’d forgotten that I’d started this spell even earlier than I realized, when my wife first moved in with me. Did I mention that OM sings Gnostic biblical tunes and I would probably say that there’s roughly 70% odds that Al Cisneros chanted the exact word “Ezekiel” at some point during his set. Holy shit, he did right while I was writing that. I’m listening to OM. The freaking song Gethsemane. And I quote. “and Ezekiel saw the wheel”. Crazy, I got up and went to the bathroom, realized that, came back and that exact song was on.

(after the fact note, the puppy’s mom’s name is Abby and one of the other images I used in that was of Disinfo staple Abby Martin, again, very random choice)

So, later in the night, I again wake up at 4 in the fucking morning (get ready for a puppy kid). I sigilize the Galactic Dialogue cover image and meditate. They give me advice on the article I’m going to do and I have a series of absolutely crazy visions. The eye in the pyramid. The Inner Eye. The Illuminati (run by Beyonce and Jay-Z). “Don’t be surprised there’s a bug in your eye.” to quote sir Wyndorf. It’s like the eye of Sauron for a second. When you look into the eye, it’s looking back at you. Things get dark and the image of an upside down pentagram projects into my consciousness. It’s projecting into all of us. This pisses me off but I get it. Sports, the dark materialistic masculine side of humanity. We have to get it in check. I focus and turn the pentagram right side up with the power of the same image and eye, flooding it with white light energy. The concept of an avenging angel has been radiating more and more within my psychic life as of late. I see plans within plans. The Eye On The Dollar sees you. I’m later told something I’ve been told again and again. We can control your every move. We can make your shoes come untied (this had been happening a lot with a particular pair of shoes I had and just replaced), which will delay you and you’ll hit your mark and say your lines.

Wake up again because I can’t get back to sleep. Sigilize the image again and meditate. “This Movie is Being Filmed In The 5th Dimension.” Comes through quite specifically. A week earlier I’m pulled into a trance state where the spirits chant me on high with the mantra: It’s Only an Act, which is actually a line from my favorite And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead album, Madonna, the song Totally Natural. I fucked the hottest rave girl in Columbus years back listening to that song. God, the girl had the greatest natural tits and it was such a surprise because she was wearing rave clothes. Didn’t know until they came off. She thought Trail O’ Dead sounded like, “every other band in Cleveland.”, where she was from. She was into riot grrrrrl shit and loved Babes In Toyland. But yeah, this radiates within me, particularly because I was just asked to write some Alejandro Jodorowsky themed interviews and when I was asked I was like: well, there’s a chapter in my book about his movies’ imprint on my psychic life called Art as Spiritual Techonolgy, so, I suppose I’d be your guy. That’s basically how Holy Mountain ends (which there was a piece on Disinfo about last week, after I was asked to do this I might add), human life is a film. Then it occurs to me that after watching Holy Mountain, I had what I call “my enlightenment experience” which involved being very upset about not being able to rescue a pug from careless daemonic clutches. Seriously. It’s in the fucking book.

Then I want to sleep, and kind of tell them to shut up and let me sleep. They don’t and basically explain to me that I need to quit drinking so much. Case closed. No witching hour dream distortion shit. I need to drink even less. And I need to stop drinking liquor. Apparently it’ll cause me to have stomach aches when I’m older and age my face significantly. Seriously, that specific. So, on to wine. 4 hours sleep as punishment and now I’m up writing this weird shit. Crazy guardian kids. I’m only an actor.


Oh, and one final update – right before I posted this, I realized that I wrote this piece about Satan and the church, which featured this picture I did of the pope, which I didn’t like at all or want to do, because you know, it’s creepy.

Last time I checked the Pope just stepped down.



Taj Mahal – An Amazing Love Story

The construction of the Taj Mahal (literally translated from the Persian language as “Crown of the Mughals”) was associated with the name of the beautiful woman – Arjumand Bano Begum, or Mumtaz – “Queen of the Soul”.

At 200 kilometers from the capital of India, Delhi, on the high bank of the Ganges tributary – the Jamna – is the five-domed Taj Mahal mausoleum. The white-stone structure surprises and delights with its perfect proportions, an elegant mosaic of colored precious and semiprecious stones, and skillful carving.

The Taj Mahal is a whole complex of buildings. Taj – white, and around the fortress and minarets of red sandstone. The mausoleum has absolute proportions: on the base and height – an exact square, each side of which is 75 meters. Several paths stretch to the Taj Mahal, between them there is water in the pools, first the entire mausoleum is reflected in it, and as it approaches, its individual details.

Local architects worked together with artists from Damascus, gardeners from Constantinople and Samarkand to create the Indian pearl. When creating the interior, interior decoration of the mausoleum, the craftsmen used the best varieties of white, occasionally yellow and black marble, mother of pearl, jasper, agate, emeralds, aquamarines, pearls and hundreds of other stones.


Arjumand Bano Begum was only 19 years old when she became the second wife of Prince Guram (future Shah-Jahan). And although the prince had several more wives and many concubines, Mumtaz won the heart of her husband and undividedly owned him until the end of his days. It was an unusually romantic and poetic love. Mumtaz was not only his most beloved wife, but his most faithful companion since the turbulent times when Prince Guram wandered around the world, pursued by his father Jahangir, when he obtained his throne in a fierce struggle with his brothers. In 1627, Guram, having gained a final victory over them and seized his father’s throne, assumed the title of emperor, Shah-Jahan – “ruler of the world”. Mumtaz finally became the queen of India.

Shah Jahan adored his wife and each time he honored her, held lavish receptions and grandiose celebrations in her honor, without her any important ceremony would begin, and not a single state act would be adopted. Mumtaz was present at the meetings of the State Council; her opinion was almost never disputed by anyone.

The portrait of the queen, painted by her contemporary, has been preserved. Violating one of the strictest prohibitions of Islam – to draw portraits of animals and people, an unknown artist skillfully conveyed the beauty of Mumtaz, a white-faced Persian, a pearl of the East.

A happy life together ended abruptly. In the spring of 1636, Mumtaz suddenly fell ill: before dying, she turned to her husband with a request to take care of their eldest daughter, Jahanara Begum, and took an oath from him – to build a tomb worthy of their love, their joint nineteen-year-old married life. Mumtaz’s death shocked Jahan.


Widowed, he commanded the construction of an unprecedentedly beautiful mausoleum. Shah was presented with many different projects, the authors of which were the best of the best architects of the East. Of these, he chose a project created by Indian architect Ystad Khan Effendi. Following this, a twenty-thousand army of builders was driven into Agra: masons, marble cutters, jewelers and handymen. Marble was brought from Makran near Jaipur, sandstone from Sikri, gems from India, Afghanistan, Persia and Central Asia.

The entire complex of the mausoleum was created over twenty two years. Having fulfilled the mandate of “the queen of her soul”, Jahan proceeded to a new, no less grandiose construction – exactly the same mausoleum, but only of black marble, for himself – on the other (left) bank of the Jamna River. According to the Shah’s plan, both mausoleums, like marital chambers, were to be connected by a high lace bridge of black and white marble. Preparatory work has already begun, but this plan, unfortunately, was not destined to come true.

While Shah Jahan was building a new tomb, his sons fought among themselves. Having defeated the brothers, one of them – Aurangzeb – seized power in 1658, killed the brothers, arrested his father and imprisoned him in the Red Fort under reliable guard along with his beloved daughter Jahanara Begum. Shah Jahan spent the last years of his life in the marble palace that he had once built for Mumtaz, from where he could constantly see the Taj Mahal. Here he died on January 23, 1666. Fulfilling the last will of his father, Aurangzeb the next day ordered his body to be transported to the Taj Mahal and to be buried next to Mumtaz without any ceremony or honor.


The Taj Mahal mausoleum stands alone in its inexpressible beauty on the banks of the blue Jamna, reflecting its clean, proud appearance. He appears as a vision from another, better, cleaner world. “The Taj Mahal has a secret that everyone feels, but no one can interpret.”

“The Taj Mahal attracts you like a magnet. You can stand for hours and all look and look at this marvel, at this fabulous ghost, ascending into a bottomless azure sky. The illumination of the Taj Mahal changes like a mirage. It glows from the inside, changing hues depending on the position of the sun: it suddenly turns light pink, then bluish, then pale orange. At night, under the moon, against a black sky, it looks dazzling white. Just coming very close, you notice that he is covered in the finest patterns woven over white marble, the marble blocks are encrusted with gems and seem to shine through, emitting a flickering light.”

The dazzling white walls of the mausoleum are covered with mosaics – garlands of flowers made of precious stones. Branches of white jasmine from mother-of-pearl shimmer with red pomegranate flower from carnelian and delicate tendrils of grapevine and honeysuckle, and delicate oleanders peek out from the lush green foliage. Each leaf, each petal is a separate emerald, yacht, pearl or topaz; sometimes there are up to one hundred of such stones for one branch of flowers, and there are hundreds of similar ones on the panels and grids of the Taj Mahal!


In the central hall of the mausoleum are two sarcophagi sculpted from white-pink rocks of marble, decorated with floral ornaments. These are the cenotaphs of the dead, symbolic projections of those who are in the lowest part of the mausoleum. There, in the underground vaulted room, dusk reigns. Both tombs with the remains of the royal spouses, Mumtaz and Jahan, like a screen, are surrounded by a white marble carved fence about two meters high, decorated with fabulous flowers – red, yellow, blue, along with green garlands, interlacing of marble leaves and flowers.

What is the power of the impression made by the Taj Mahal? Where does the insurmountable impact on everyone who sees it come from?

“Neither marble lace, nor the thin carving covering its walls, nor mosaic flowers, nor the fate of the beautiful queen — none of this alone could make such an impression. There must be a reason for something else. However, something in the Taj Mahal fascinated me and thrilled me. … It seemed to me that the mystery of the Taj Mahal is connected with the secret of death, i.e. with that secret, regarding which, in the words of one of the Upanishads, “even the gods were at first in doubt.” Above the tomb, where the queen’s body lies, a light burns. I felt that this is where the beginning of the clue lies. For the light shimmering over the tomb, where its dust lies, this light … is a small transient earthly life. And the Taj Mahal is a future eternal life.”


The creation of the Taj Mahal dates back to the time of the conquest of India by Muslims. The grandson of padishah Akbar Jahan was one of those conquerors who changed the face of a vast country. A warrior and statesman, Jahan was at the same time a fine connoisseur of art and philosophy; his courtyard in Agra attracted the most prominent scientists and artists of Persia, which at that time was the center of culture throughout West Asia.

The son of Jahan Aurangzeb (“the beauty of the throne,” 1665-1706) was nothing like his father. He was a stern, withdrawn and ascetic-religious monarch. While still a prince, he disapproved of the useless and devastating, as he believed, activities of his father. Aurangzeb spent his entire long and hectic life in military campaigns aimed at maintaining power over the empire.

Aurangzeb raised a rebellion against his father, accusing him of spending all the state revenue on the mausoleum. He imprisoned the former lord in an underground mosque in one of the inner palaces of the Agra fortress. Shah Jahan lived in this underground mosque for seven years; sensing the approach of death, he asked him to be transferred to the so-called Jasmine pavilion in the fortress wall, to the tower of lace marble, where was the favorite room of Queen Arjumand Bano. There, on the balcony of the Jasmine Pavilion overlooking the Jamna, from where the Taj Mahal was visible at a distance, Shah Jahan died.

This is the brief history of the Taj Mahal. Since then, the mausoleum of Queen Mumtaz has gone through many vicissitudes. During the wars that continued in India in the 17th and 18th centuries, Agra repeatedly passed from hand to hand and was often plundered. The conquerors removed the large silver doors from the Taj Mahal, carried out precious lamps and candlesticks, and tore ornaments from precious stones from the walls. However, the building itself and most of the decoration remained intact. The Taj Mahal is now restored and carefully guarded.

But today, the Taj Mahal is partially dressed in scaffolding due to the fact that cracks appeared on the walls. The marble Taj Mahal weighs many hundreds of thousands of tons. A huge mass presses on the soil, and it gradually settles. Over the past centuries, as a result of soil displacement, the mausoleum leaned toward the river, although it is invisible with a simple eye. Once the high-water Jamna came close to the building, but then the river became shallow and receded. This last circumstance changed the structure of the soil and also affected the stability of the mausoleum. Now it is decided to plant trees on the banks of the Jamna in order to stop soil erosion.

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Image of the Antichrist on a 14th-century fresco – who painted it and why?

The Antichrist, unlike Christ, the Son of God, is not the son of Satan, but a simple man. In Christian ideology, the Antichrist will appear shortly before the end of the world. Antichrist will be descended from Dan. This is one of the so-called 12 Tribes of Israel – the descendants of the sons of Jacob, who formed the Israeli people.

Antichrist will become an authoritative ruler of people, will arrange persecution of the righteous. This period in the Revelation of John the Theologian is called the Great Tribulation.

There was no specifics in the Bible about the Antichrist, so all further assumptions are futurism based on treatises of symbols and various interpretations. In particular, Calvinist Anthony Hoekema in his book “The Bible and the Future” believes that up to 75% of people will die during the Great Tribulation and this period will last for seven years.

And then, all Christians are united in this, there will be the Second Coming of Jesus Christ and the Last Judgment. When all sinners – both living and dead – will get what they deserve, the righteous will receive eternal paradise.

Christians were afraid of the Antichrist, so he was like Voldemort in Harry Potter – the one whose name cannot be called. Well, to portray him was generally forbidden.

The first image of the Antichrist appeared already in the XIV century. And its bold author – Vitale da Bologna – lived a transitional period from the Middle Ages to the Renaissance. It was during this period that it became possible to show freedom of creativity.

In northern Italy there is the Pomposa Monastery, which in the 9th century was founded by Benedictine monks. Over time, the monastery turned into a party place for people of art. The walls in the cathedral of this monastery were painted by Vitale da Bologna.

Even closer to the wall … Look at the bottom right … Take a closer look.

Here is the image of the Antichrist on the wall from an old Italian mural of the 14th century. 

Frescoes in the Cathedral of Pomposa, the image of the Antichrist is highlighted in red

Here lived the famous medieval musician Guido d’Arezzo. He reformed musical notation, prescribed a new scheme for the designation of keys and intervals. It’s d’Arezzo that we owe modern letter designations in music, for example C sharp major.

The famous Petr Damiani, a poet, philosopher and theologian, worked a lot in the monastery. Despite the fact that all art was saturated with Christianity (the culture of scholasticism of the Middle Ages!), creativity found its way. People tried to realize bold ideas for their time.

As often happens, where there is art and creativity, freedom of morals arises there. After all, art must be true. Art must find paradoxes in our reality, notice inconsistencies and vividly declare them! But art in the service of the state, in the strict framework of those in power, is already PR propaganda.

But back to our hero. He really wanted to add brightness to his religious canvases and he was drawn to ominous plots. After all, there you can truly imagine the whole storm of emotions!

The monks ordered the painting “The Last Judgment” from him. And Vitale da Bologna painted the walls of the cathedral at the request of the customer, and on the pretext of realism added the Antichrist there. And so this first image of the chief man who was in the service of Satan appeared.

However, customers demanded to depict it as disgusting as possible. The image of the Antichrist turned out to be some kind of fictional, phantasmagoric – more reminiscent of the devil from fairy tales. But the antichrist, as we recall, is a man!

Attempts to portray the Antichrist were made in the future, but these were more episodes. So, for example, the Antichrist was seen by another Renaissance artist Luca Signorelli.

Luca Signorelli. Fragment of the painting “The Sermon and Works of the Antichrist”, 1500

Here, the Antichrist looks like Christ, only with an ominous expression. And Satan whispers his thoughts, who looks like an ordinary petty demon.

And it is this picture of Signorelli, in our opinion, which better illustrates the real image of the Antichrist. He is an ordinary person. Which, most likely, will consider that it is doing the right thing and for the good of mankind. After all, logic is a double-edged weapon, it is always ready to justify any crime with great reasonable goals.

14th century fresco called “The Funeral of Satan”

In the Middle Ages, striped clothing was treated extremely negatively, there was even a case when a shoemaker was sentenced to death for wearing striped clothing. It happened in 1310 in the French city of Rouen. In those days, striped clothing was considered devilish.

Among the many excellent medieval frescoes in the Verona Cathedral, there is one especially curious. It is called “The Funeral of Satan” and depicts an enemy of the human race lying under a striped veil on his deathbed. Actually, it is the color of the veil and the appearance of Satan that attracts attention.

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A yogi who has lived for more than 70 years without food and water has passed away in India

In the Indian state of Gujarat, the yogi Prahlad Jani died at the age of 90, claiming to have discovered the “elixir of life,” which allows him not to eat food and water for at least 76 years, reports NDTV.

According to the assurances of the followers, and there was plenty of them at the holy hermit, Prahlad Jani died on May 26 in his native village of Charada, where he was brought at his personal request a few days ago. For two days, his body will be in the ashram so that followers can say goodbye to the mentor.

Prahlad Jani was known for statements that he has not eaten and has not drunk since childhood – according to some sources, from 8-9 years old, according to others, from 14. Doctors twice, in 2003 and 2010, conducted a comprehensive examination of Chunrival Mataji, as they called a yogi, and the second time he was two weeks under the supervision of employees of the Defense Institute of Physiology and Related Sciences of India. During this time, he did not eat a crumb, did not drink a drop, did not meet his natural needs, while his bladder was filled with a small amount of urine, but then it was absorbed into the walls.

“We still do not know how he survives,” said neurologist Sudhir Shah from a recent examination.

Jani himself assured that in childhood he was blessed by a goddess, after which he left his native home and refused food and water.

A number of foreign researchers questioned the findings of Indian colleagues, pointing to the imperfection of control systems.

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