I imagine myself in 1758, India, leading my Maratha platoon, our aim is to shoot W*stern dogs, we shoot them but they keep coming. I have some remaining gunpowder along with a few bullets left which I gathered from the Mughal armies in our previous battle. They have now cornered us as we make our way to hide in the Taj Mahal.
As I sit in the citadel waiting for the orders of my general, I see a BLACK figure appear in front of me right near Shah Jahan’s tomb. It was the BLACK GODDESS KALI.
She looks onto me, and tells me, “Arjun my son, you must choose either to enter the BLACK ARYAN REALM of “SVARGA” or stay here and fight W*stern dogs.”
I chose the option of staying, and she looked at me and her eyes were full of tears.
“I’m proud of you Son,” she said looking at me. And left. I felt much stronger somehow, almost like her presence had blessed me. I felt a new kind of power. ARYAN POWER.
I remembered all the original Aryan hymns that were written in the Vedas, suddenly the pieces of life fit together. I charged outside the complex of the Taj, heading onto the banks of the Yamuna, the W*stern dogs began shooting at me from a distance like the cowards they were. I pulled out my sword, since I had ran out of bullets, and began slaying W*stern dogs, because they are inferior to me. But, the bullets had penetrated my body, and I could take it no longer, I collapsed into unconsciousness... only to be awakened in SVARGA, my homeland, I had finally made it, I finally made it. I fought W*stern degeneracy....
