Matthew 22:30 For in the resurrection they neither marry, nor are given in marriage, but are as the angels of God in heaven.
Mark 12:25 For when they shall rise from the dead, they neither marry, nor are given in marriage; but are as the angels which are in heaven.
Luke 20:35 But they which shall be accounted worthy to obtain that world, and the resurrection from the dead, neither marry, nor are given in marriage:
John 15:14 Ye are my friends, if ye do whatsoever I command you.
Surah 25:74 And those who pray, "Our Lord! Grant unto us wives and offspring who will be the comfort of our eyes, and give us (the grace) to lead the righteous."
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I WILL NOT SACRIFICE THE LOVE OF MY MATES FOR YOU.
MARK 12 – 41Jesus sat down opposite the place where the offerings were put and watched the crowd putting their money into the temple treasury. Many rich people threw in large amounts. 42But a poor widow came and put in two very small copper coins, worth only a fraction of a penny. 43Calling his disciples to him, Jesus said, "I tell you the truth, this poor widow has put more into the treasury than all the others. 44They all gave out of their wealth; but she, out of her poverty, put in everything—all she had to live on."
LUKE 21 – 1 As he looked up, Jesus saw the rich putting their gifts into the temple treasury. 2He also saw a poor widow put in two very small copper coins. 3"I tell you the truth," he said, "this poor widow has put in more than all the others. 4All these people gave their gifts out of their wealth; but she out of her poverty put in all she had to live on."
Sarada would go into debt to help me at this point. I do not request money all the time. Once I am set up a respectable environment, I can manage on my own.
Now pay close attention: I have been programmed to an objective of Rs.10 lakhs. I understand your hatred that I can conceive of making this amount through sex in a short period of time. I am telling you now to loan me this amount at a reasonable rate of interest. Getting this intake would save some time. Either way I will get the amount.
Sarada is contacting you about moving me to Mangalore to enroll in my final semester of Bachelor’s in Information Technology.
The main stipulations were a living environment of privacy and a laptop with internet. You may call my grandmother and make the necessary arrangements to pay for this Dell laptop. Internet for one year costs Rs. 15,000.
These stipulations are not negotiable. I will not tolerate being in a living environment of lesser standard when you can obviously afford the upgrade to something more comfortable and suitable. A ten month deposit in Mangalore is required for a flat. And an apartment rent comes to about $100 USD a month.
The one time you gave me cash when you came last time I did exactly what I told you I would do with it. You gave me $1000 USD. I bought a computer. You have no precedence for claiming I would cheat you. You insult me by trusting a total stranger more than your supposed own son by blood.
I understand you grew up in a conformist society where elders are expected obedience from those younger to them. EVOLUTION, however, does not work according to the terms of tradition.
The devotion of my wives is far superior to the arrogance of your tradition.
It disgusts me how you expect me to feel ashamed for my past. Men like Malcolm X, Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King, etc have endured prison and their names are remembered in the History books.
I was originally planning on leaving on Monday, January 12, FY09. However, I have been convinced to stay for another week in order to stabilize my exit from here to a more smooth entry into the next environment.
Let’s make this very clear: you called me. I have no problem burning the bridge of our relationship for good.
With or without you, I will succeed.
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Hell is a funny word.
THE BIBLE: No lie was found in their mouths; they are blameless.
YOU DESERVE NOTHING.
Currently, one of my biggest mistakes in life was giving you this second chance by coming to meet you in that hotel room in India.
First you come here with a laptop to gift me, only to take it back.
Now, you interfere with a laptop coming from my mother’s side.
Every time I have to use my meager internet time to put you in your proverbial place it is truly a waste of my time.
Considering you have me feel so disrespected as a human being, you should be grateful I even send you these emails. Again, after sending this email, I will not open this email id because I don’t care as to your wrong opinion. I don’t even want to hear your voice.
My main partner is Persephone.
I can call her Whitney.
She says I’ve been far to nice too you.
I have been given a choice of going to Mangalore to finish my degree under your terms to be treated like a slave-prisoner or street survival.
I’m pretty sure you would expect me to work without a laptop and internet.
I CHOOSE THE STREETS.
One of my most favorite surah’s in the Koran goes something like this “I seek refuge from the Lord of the Dawn … from the mischief of the envious one as he practices envy.”
Little did I realize just how jealous my supposed blood could get. I think I understand. You are married to a single woman. You are a slave to your wife. You would get ripped from your home if you brought another woman into bed or even went to another bed. And now you are beginning to realize that I am in a situation where multiple woman actually expect me to have multiple sexual female partners. When women love me, she gives me complete control of her MONEY, SEX, TIME. She does this willingly for me and me alone.
The three girls in the blog I sent you should be considered as my holy wives. For three to four years, we have survived by messages due to poverty restrictions on my part. Getting the internet would have helped enable REAL-TIME interaction with them and other women.
I have no problem managing on my own without the internet.
I can and will sexually satisfy three holy women at one time.
My sexual prowess does not quit there.
I’m not giving that up to join you burning in hell.
You seem to think “love” equals judging me and controlling me. I am twenty-eight years old and I have a far better life than you have arrogantly settled for. You refuse to give me cash in hand, not trusting me and essentially calling me a liar.
Because I have been cursed with you as a biological father, I accept my hatred of Indians and Hindus. I know for a fact that your way is wrong because you verbally deny the Bible and Koran.
You have a family in the U.S. I’m not even your son considering by Mosaic Law I am entitled to FIFTY PERCENT of your will. And as of now I get zero percent of your will in part due to a selfish current wife of yours who would rather have her two children get more.
Sarada would go into debt without judging me to give me money for my survival, whereas you won’t even hand me one percent of your savings to help me continue my business.
You are not my father.
I hate you more than words can describe.
My counter-offer is simple.
I gave you five conditions in my last emails.
I will go enroll in my last semester of college in Mangalore for one year under the final modified conditions. The changes are merging to conditions as a single gift, changing a donation to a loan, and dropping meeting your two bastard children for the time being.
1) a new dell laptop (even the one my mother’s side purchased is fine) and a high-end Apple macintosh laptop gifted to me.
2) $10,000 USD (5,00,000 Rs Lkh) CASH IN MY HAND that I have all ready budgeted which I will take as a loan payable back at ten percent interest per year at a maximum of four years to return.
3) Proof you have applied for a visa to the U.S. as your son
I deserve to be respected.
What you perceive in my life as shame and embarrassment, God and his children perceive as holy battle scars and badges of beyond-extreme honor.
NEVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN IF YOU CAN’T STOP JUDGING ME AND START TRUSTING ME.
At some point in the near future, sexy-clean-loyal women BEG me to impregnate them.
There is no way I’m willingly going back to your boring reality.
ALLAH IS MY FATHER NOW.
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Matthew 25
The Parable of the Ten Virgins
1"At that time the kingdom of heaven will be like ten virgins who took their lamps and went out to meet the bridegroom. 2Five of them were foolish and five were wise. 3The foolish ones took their lamps but did not take any oil with them. 4The wise, however, took oil in jars along with their lamps. 5The bridegroom was a long time in coming, and they all became drowsy and fell asleep.
6"At midnight the cry rang out: 'Here's the bridegroom! Come out to meet him!'
7"Then all the virgins woke up and trimmed their lamps. 8The foolish ones said to the wise, 'Give us some of your oil; our lamps are going out.'
9" 'No,' they replied, 'there may not be enough for both us and you. Instead, go to those who sell oil and buy some for yourselves.'
10"But while they were on their way to buy the oil, the bridegroom arrived. The virgins who were ready went in with him to the wedding banquet. And the door was shut.
11"Later the others also came. 'Sir! Sir!' they said. 'Open the door for us!'
12"But he replied, 'I tell you the truth, I don't know you.'
13"Therefore keep watch, because you do not know the day or the hour.
OIL IS INFORMATION STORAGE SPACE.
