Journal 15.3.2026 8 21 pm neil balthazar was writing in my dreams

Dear Journal,

In my dreams Neil Balthazar was writing a script where Ter was fighting monkeys. It's a shit script. With a car crash and Ter levitating in a church.

In the dream a bunch of girls take my shorts home after the shoot.

I saw Ter levitating in the forests of some beautiful African land.

I think i was flying in the sky with him and i tell him to do whatever he wants because i love him so much.

I wish to have a good day.

Yesterday I was taken to Krao against my wishes and was shouted at a lot. I hate being treated as a mental health patient. Pa and Ma treated me so badly Yesterday. 

Rita Chatterjee is in the house sitting and chanting. I hope she leaves soon.

I am feeling:

Happy

Sleepy

Good

Hate my school teachers 

I am grateful for God's infinite love, grace and blessings on my life. I am grateful for immortality.

Love,

Me.

8.29 pm

It's victory day for me

By Doel Sengupta

It's victory day for the Queen of the Universe

And all her friends! Down with Mr Golani!

Victory of love

I speak words of love each moment,

Each day and as you love me even more

And sooth my nerves and never let go

I lose all fear and there is no calumny,

No going astray from you for all eternity.

I am whole, we are one on this mountain

Of hope and life and the eternal spring fountain

Of love heals all of us... all the animals

They call out my blessed name and I,

I tend to them with words of love so shy.

Today is victory day for all those who love me,

So honey let's rejoice in lime and our immortal

Destiny... you are so sweet, you smell so good

And we are already victorious... it's a beautiful

Feeling to feel so much love for all I hold so dear.

I bless all

 By Doel Sengupta urf Nostradamus

As Hercules and Maqsood sleep tonight

They dream of heaven in Paradise

And the criminals all wake up

To the prophecy that they are my sons...

Soon the bells toll

And the heavens sing

With the choicest blessings

For all those cursed

By the wrong deity

And I bless all

Each moment 

All the time

And I and all beings are granted 

Freedom all the time...

Happiness is where you desire it

And Maqsood's tears are drunk by me

All the time, each day..

My golden boys

Wake up a good day

When the oceans rumble

And the conch bells crackle

And when the trees sway

I know I live in Paradise.

Bénédictions pour les mendiants qui sont maintenant super riches

 By Doel Sengupta urf Nostradamus

The heavens tremble in every way

As Nostradamus rises into the heavens

Perceiving in the heart the problems

Of the world and No, poverty is not the problem...

The main problem is cruelty...

And as cruelty eases all the beggars and all saints rejoice

As forests of love and magical creatures

Emerge from the Earth to love us

And ease all our sorrows and Maqsood,

Julio, Aubrey, Daniel and all the saints 

And beggars rejoice as all curses are lifted of them'

Abd we live ib the eternal garden of Paradise.

Par Doel Sengupta alias Nostradamus

Les cieux tremblent de toutes parts

Tandis que Nostradamus s'élève vers les cieux

Percevant au fond de son cœur les problèmes

Du monde et Non, la pauvreté n'est pas le problème...

Le problème principal est la cruauté...

Et à mesure que la cruauté s'apaise, tous les mendiants et tous les saints se réjouissent

Tandis que des feux d'amour et des créatures magiques

Émergent de la Terre pour nous aimer

Et apaiser tous nos chagrins et Maqsood,

Julio, Aubrey, Daniel et tous les saints

Et les mendiants se réjouissent car toutes les malédictions sont levées d'eux

Et nous vivons dans le jardin éternel du Paradis.

Translated by Google Translate

Why I love both the atheists and theists

By Doel Sengupta

All the atheists refuse to believe in Mon Dieu

And all the theists cry all day GOD GOD GOD!!!

YOU ARE A DOG!!! So what is the truth really?

It's a linguistic problem created by whom?

WHOM? You ask. I say BY THE PHARISEES!!!!

DOWN DOWN DOWN WITH THE PHARISEES!!!!

The war on Iran has reached a boil

And down with all the bloood curdling toil..

By the day of the full moon when all the dogs scream...

OUR QUEEN IS LUNA AND WE LOVE LUNA

AND LUNDEH MORE THAN ANYTHING...

That day all the Whims of the Wims come crashing down

And we win beyond any doubt... As Wims lie killed. 

Da Teedh dey ole kuhm ouhd

By Doel Sengupta

Da teedh de gro end gro

End ole da teedh da gro

And wi ahr so blessd bie Gawd

Dat ole da teedh de gro and gro

End ole the ackdtihng projekts

Dey kuhm to me

End so duz ole da kash and mani...

Wi ahr so blessd bie Gawd

Dat ole ahr harts are heeld

End so ahr ole ouhr aneemuhlz.