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To Kamala Harris - Time To Tell Our Tamil  Mothers and Aunties Before More Tamil Women and Girls Are Trafficked and Abused by Political Abuse of Psychiatry

7-7-2021, For every man who speaks freely about cannabis and partakes and benefits in making it a business, it is upholding white supremacy when a woman of colour like me has been subjected to the gaslighting that I have and others who share my ethnicity does not know the benefits from this plant. 

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This plant which has affected my life in so many ways, I wanted to know more about it. How is it a woman like me whose identity is tied to this plant in so many ways, from my name to my faith to centuries of my ancestral culture using this plant as a medicine is reduced to the negative narratives about this plant. This is what upholding white supremacy is, where colonized and colonizers partake in gaslighting those whose medicine they steal and use for their own benefit. At the same time, dictating who gets to use it, who gets to benefit from it and whom they can keep this medicine from. This is what has led to what today we see is an intentional destruction of the people who colonizers have colonized the most. 

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If any culture or ethnic group should hold the intellectual property rights to this plant, it should be the Tamils. My "pet" name is spelled Indian backwards, however as a Tamil, we are distinct from "Indians," if medicinal ganja is still not popularized to colonized Tamils, instead replaced by medicine that do nothing to heal or cure or fight off the diseases that this matrix produces.

 

"Like in Mauritius, Tamils are distinct from "Indiens," we are not kins and have not been if we are gaslighted when we consume this medicine while others benefit from it and become intellectuals, politicians and creatives.

 

I am not your kin especially when you've knowingly watched and partook in my trafficking and defilement all these years while your bloodlines benefit. White, Black or Brown. Keep your fancy university degrees because it does nothing to not have another Tamil woman with a Shaivite name not be trafficked in your drug game. Men and Women. "

 

From this narrative to what we see today, the narratives that we hear, I can understand why large majority of people from my culture were kept away from this plant. What we see now, centuries later after this plant was colonized, the ones who benefit from the financial gains from it are still descendants of colonizers who first outlawed this plant that was part of the indigenous culture who they colonized. Those who are the "elites" who still help colonizers are also as liable.

 

The only ones who are innocent are those who have been colonized by western medicine and have not experienced the benefits of medicinal ganja.

 

"Those who know the benefits of this plant and partake in gaslighting indigenous people whose culture they stole this medicine from should be jailed.

 

 

Especially today in democratic countries around the world where this plant is legalized and decriminalized. Especially in a place like Canada or in the United States where young people are given cannabis to up their "wokeness" or "creativity."  -

 

 

this is what we call political abuse of psychiatry, many activists, creatives and people who have been subjected to this type of gaslighting. 

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I repeat "How do we have so many people today who are intellectuals grace from taking cannabis and then analyzing and dissecting the matrix that we live in today but others are gaslighted for doing so?"

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- this is what someone will say in public on social media. what i've read. from musicians stating how it has made them become aware of the socio-political issues surround this plant.  to others who became politicians.

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When I first start taking this plant, I say to someone who is a regular cannabis smoker, "Smoking weed is how you can see the matrix." This man who the entire time I knew him in a romantic relationship, never tells me anything that was beneficial about this plant. A man who at the time looks like the profile image of Drake on his third album cover. 

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In the 14ft-high-ceilings-loft in a largely Mediterranean neighbourhood in Toronto, a mixture of oregano and marijuana smells stained the heavy midnight blue velvet curtains, I was twenty years old, adjusting to life decisions that now I know were not of my own. At that time, I did not have a true belief in God nor a strong interest in understanding my Tamil culture. I was a colonized third culture Mauritian-Canadian. What I knew about deities were information that I remember from the goddess that my grandfather names me after or from the paintings on the walls of his temple.

 

Would I know that ganja is from my culture and not think of it as "drug" but an actual "medicine." Would I know that I have been made a deity in a drug game. I didn't. It has been kept from me just like it has been kept from people from my family. If I did in 2005, I wonder if I would smoke ganja and get all the benefits that it would have given me as a young woman. 

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The ones that so many young woman have when they go off to university and find themselves in pot-smoking circles of intellectuals pursuing master degrees in political science or law exchange programs in Amsterdam. 

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At that time, my consciousness was controlled as so many people from my culture. We are brainwashed in an assimilated culture that benefits from our ignorance about this plant. This is how we are trafficked and suffer from political abuse of psychiatry.

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What happens is that smoking this plant whether legalized or decriminalized, it is political, largely how it has been colonized so many centuries and all the wars that it has caused along with other medicinal plants. Today this is still a massive issue around the world. Just like taking what we now think is "traditional" pharmaceutical western medicine, it also has received major backlash due to corporations and doctors abusing or not prescribing it for the correct treatment. 

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Someone could be prescribed risperidone for "irritatbility" and really, like so many people, we don't realize how dehydrated we are and how much water we should consume. This can also even give you a feeling of "being high."

I've understood this from my personal experience. 

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Or many people today, when they go to the doctor and they are prescribed anxiety pills to relieve temporary trauma or extreme stressful situations, this can relieve your symptoms however if abused or overprescribed or overconsumed like marijuana and other drugs, it can be hold negative stereotypes. 

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There is more a negativity when marijuana is used. As I've said before, people have used it for creativity or medicinally or recreationally, as I've seen it categorized at the marijuana stores that I've visited. 

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However taking it is a completely different experience for so many people. So many of us do not realize the political battles that people play with our psyche and body due to all the stigma surrounding this plant. 

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For women, taking marijuana even in what we think is positive ganja culture like in Canada, you can have a serious experience depending on your identity. 

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For me personally, taking ganja and experimenting on the positive effects from it can bring out the negative experience when we are at various levels of self-awareness during intense socio-political conflict that we have seen especially the past two years. 

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For woman, going through the break down that society will exert on you. Not knowing that ganja is attached to all of the serious and very real battles that are being waged over this plant. You can find yourself completely upset at not knowing so many narratives that you play in society that is based on identity. Not taking ganja and then taking it, this is how you feel. 

 

"This is how men make fools out of us. This is how men and women can watch us be tortured infront of whole cities and world and not do anything but make our suffering a money-making business. That is why a young woman must know about ganja and her place in this drug game. When we don't, the seriousness of what happens, is not a stubbing of toe, it our rape, our violation of our body, psyche and spirit that carries for the next generations of women. Men, you do not fall in the same standards as us. So let a Tamil woman speak on the seriousness of it all. 

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As young asleep Tamil women, we are unaware that our identities are used in the drug game upholding this controlled matrix, this is where we stay unambitious, manipulated and gaslighted. We accept the messaging around us that encourage us to stay uneducated and dependent on the man and the system." 

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For women who suddenly become aware how her identity is interconnected with ganja, especially a Tamil woman. We are shocked. We are taken back. We examine our experiences. We are made to question everything because we realize that ganja is part of a drug game. 

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We hear it in popular music, to actually experience it. This is what some women discover. 

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"We are ignorant to the matrix that steals our virginity, our language to say no to doctors who want to sedate us when we are depressed due a racist workplace or a toxic relationship due to our inability to be self-aware. We are ignorant to the men who sleep with us for citizenship cards, for cars, for their parents' business or to clear their gambling debts, or for a drug game they partake in for their country or their gangs, or for most important of all to defile and break us to take our ability to be independent from the systems that have exploited us. Mob or state. Both in bed with each other. Both, the disease of our society that has exploited women from Tamil culture and defiling the deities that we are in this matrix"

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"Our sudden awareness, this is why medicinal ganja is a threat to a Tamil woman. Because medicinal ganja returns us to our power as a woman, the ability to choose, the ability to psychoanalyse our own environment and not rely on biased and bought off doctors or institutions.

 

Ganja is the most beneficial for a woman. Giving her the ability to see that she can become a woman of her own and see the matrix that is about exploiting and controlling her. This is why it has been intentional to keep me and other women of all ages and ethnicities from the medicinal aspect of this plant. Fed the negative stereotypes from music, from news headlines, from every person who abused this plant and did not see it as medicinal plant, from our aunties and mothers cajoled by western medicine that seek to get them addicted to pills that sedate them and their children, keeping them asleep and exploited.  

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These are all the things we question. Because ganja allows you be self-aware, gives you creative ability that all of sudden "I'm Issa Rae." It is a mental and physical and emotional and disturbing thing, to be so-self-aware and at the same time others understand this and can either exploit you or put you in some political tug war between "traditional" and "new age" medicine. 

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Woman whose identity is highly political from where she is from in the world to who she might be connected to her faith, to the experiences that she's had as well as her newness to this world. We can be gaslighted to serious consequences that further brings this drug into another just "drug" category and not a "medicine." Add technology and the extreme surveillance that we live under which now I have more information thanks to Shoshanna Zuboff. 

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My experience has mirrored to other times in my life while taking ganja medicinally or understanding the plant and our technological society as well as neuroscience. 

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My experience has been awful and extreme gaslighting. 

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"That is why when I smoke ganja and I say no to a man who wants to violate and caged me in, he shows up at my parents' door to discredit me. That's rape under duress because how much fear do we have when the goal of man is to "consummate this affair," if not, it's a continuation of  defaming her publicly and privately. That's a violation. To the police in my neighbourhood, they call that "last year." And this is what keeps us divided. 

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It brings me back to 2008, being forced to date another man under duress, enforced by my school so all the men and women who contributed at the time to sexualizing me so they can all keep the game as is.  Keeping me trafficked and other women asleep and unaware how their behaviour is controlled to make them sex objects in a game that is about exploiting and defiling them. So year after year, their consciousness is controlled so their bodies continue to be a prize of war in a drug game that everyone who is aware of it, benefits. That they are sent brainwashed women who signs them up to dating app or tell them to have casual sex, knowingly and unknowingly that every encounter is their defilement for others to gain. " 

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These are part of the narratives that other brave writers have written about being caught in some drug game. Whether man or woman. I assume this is similar to other genders. We are taken in a socio-political world that we see in headlines of tabloid magazines. We question all our interactions because reaching a level of self-awareness that even Drake describe "2010 is when I got the clearer picture." That's also for my own story and so many after they understand how their experience and identity is part of larger narratives. 

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My own self-reflection is this 

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"That is why after I smoke ganja, I now know twenty years earlier, what I went through in 1998, that was an intentional hate crime. Why telling a boy "no" at my age to not be defiled like my parents taught me, gets me violated physically. When I tell police in my neighbourhood, they let those boys off the hook because all these years, they knew my role in the drug game."

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At 13, you will not have this realization, however in my thirties after the experiences that I have, this is what I know. This is a great heaviness especially when you just write about this experience and win an award. 

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And when you want to think about your personal experiences that either you want to write as a memoir or completely break it into other narratives and perspectives for fictional writing. It is extremely stressful process while at the same enduring gaslighting from many people as well as transferring and absorbing the socio-political intense breakdown of societies around the world. All the while examining your personal experiences like a young woman, now self-aware you think like this. 

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"While I stayed asleep and defy my parents rule, I didn't see my friends from highschool benefit from my exploitation. While I stayed asleep, I did not see my education being subjected to sabotage or nor did I see the institutions that seek to make or keep me sick so they can continue helping all these groups get richer." 

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"Even as young woman, asleep, I did not see how each job I have, it is not to make me financially independent but for others to become richer and for me to be poorer. All partaking in playing a game. All knowing how my consciousness is controlled. All making films and tv shows from seeing me trafficked and becoming a fool and tool in their disturbing game." 

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This is what many people feel. Their narratives about their identity are placed in some strange places of truths that they know from experiencing their culture and the people around them at the same time also misinformation. from society. That up until a few months ago, I had no idea Hitler smoked weed or was blitz out off cocaine during world war two. 

 

And then also to know about the strange narratives that people believed that is connected to my culture, my identity. Having a shavite last name and so many people around me being indigenously Tamil, I think so many of  third culture previously super-colonized Tamils, we're all shocked and also know more about our culture now from other people knowing more about it and all the translations and interpretations and also defilement of our ancestral stories that knowing what we actually know from growing up in it. It's two worlds, that's what ganja has been.  For me, it makes me miss not having my grandfather to guide me. He was a Tamil priest. I would be able to ask him what are the untruths and the truths. I did learn though after careful observation of current culture and previous ones. Also applying all the information from Poka Lanui's paper on decolonization. 

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It brought me to this reflection of what ganja and technology and understanding neuroscience about dreams, memories, or perhaps what so many of us are chip in the head from being controlled by all the narratives of the world, I feel like so many people when I say. 

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"Today as I am awakened to this world who has benefitted from my third eye being asleep, all that contributed to it will end and self-implode into nothingness. It shall happen so no other Tamil woman will ever be exploited into the matrix that we've been forced to accept over centuries ago that seeks to sedate and keep them asleep. 

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A woman who is awakened in the Maya can see many things that one who isn't. That is the tragedy for so many. I would not only see my defilement but how others benefit from trafficking me. If I had medicinal ganja as a young Tamil woman in any century, I would be a "woke" lawyer that can dissect and analyze the systems of this current matrix. I would have been a biologist who falls in love with plants and nature because ganja brings us back to our connection to mother earth. I would have been any of those names you see that state they are the father of modern western medicine or mother of chemistry. All grace to ganja." 

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This is the reflection from understanding the cognitive effects that ganja has brought, also because of growing up in a euro-centric society. 

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"So why hide all the benefits of ganja if it is not about covering up what has helped build the knowledge of western science? So why hide what ganja does if it is not to traffick another young woman, making her a deity in the matrix so you can spin your game on her head, keeping her asleep along with her family. So why hide what ganja does if it is not to hide the technology that has destroyed the consciousness and bodies of her bloodlines." This is the angst that so many woman feel when they are gaslighted. When you have reach some level of self-awareness about this world from doing intense research and undergoing extreme physical, emotional and mental stress, from understanding how we are all part of drug battles about this plants and other drugs. 

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"As my curls grow back, so swirls back the narratives from those have colonized my consciousness for so long. Now that a woman can see how she has been exploited, you cannot place any blame on her but on those who have controlled her consciousness. The ones who have kept the medicinal benefits of ganja. The ones who have demonized this plant so others can have control and power in this matrix, constructed by colonizers. Because what we see today, who benefits from this matrix? They are the ones who are awakened or made to see and understand this world that has exploited a woman like me." 

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As Issa Rae has said, we are made to feel "insecure" the level of gaslighting, physical and mental torture to not only think of our personal life but the lives of others as well as all the while making day-to-day decisions when everyday we are made to question our environment and the people in it, past and new ones because of how our previous experiences have shaped us, also knowing more about our political identity. 

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I think of what is happening in the literary world between one of my admired author and other new writers, this too requires that I examine my own personal experience as well as now rethinking what other men and women have told me about their identity or gender. All the while, understanding the complex socio-political system that shape them. It is not the same experience for everyone and therefore, it does deserve for people to be listened to.

 

Often times we don't because people are speaking to you either like they are speaking to people on twitter but now you're a real-live person or speaking to you at the rate of peppering you with questions about every single intellectual and unintellectual thoughts like they are launching computer programming scripts. Or when my mother speaks to me when she's upset. 

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This does make me believe that we are now half-robot, half-human. Artificial intelligence whether we like it or not. The idea that humans are not emotive or extremely controlled by .technology, this is as a writer and person, I know we are both. We are extremely automated and to deprogram from either our conditioning by our society's way of thinking, requires us to think like a writer, in the most vigorous form that I know my English teacher who I did not have chance to complete his class, would be proud or perhaps the English and writing teachers that have taught me so much, would know that I am doing the work that is required to explain so many topics, all the while still be authentic to what a especially a woman writer is regardless, examine our political identity and our biases as well as our limited consciousness while examine others and others examine us. All this connected to ganja. It is a lot to take in especially where my research takes me in both my attempts of fiction and non-fiction and also being pulled by so many extreme emotions due to events around me. 

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Even a non-writer, non-artist, if you have to do this and not have an athlete mind, you can let people's pressure and society's socio-political landscape reduce you to the feeling of a slave. 

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That's why I asked this 

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"Today, who upholds and benefits from a creative slave class are the same ones who created the idea of slaves. I was never able to become a journalist so I would be exploited by this system. Even the thought of being journalist was not mine but for others to exploit my experience of learning to become one. It is why I am not a journalist, nor any ideas that others have fed me. Make a woman, a unicorn without a university degree so she can be exploited. It's no surprise in a colonizer's crest, the unicorn is chained in her neck to her ground. Making her a slave."

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"If I am truly the deity that others have made me in this matrix, then I will live up to what my ancestry is about. Intelligence and the preservation of our home where we live. The one that so many are willing to destroy along with its people so they can continue their colonizing here and now to other places.

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This is not a feeling I take only from the societal structure that examine, it is also from what I read by non-Tamil scholars about my cultural identity. 

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on space - Like the ill intentions that have spun my life in so many ways, the other suns of the other galaxies that those who only see as places to extract riches just like they see in my homelands, the artificial life there are awakened to our collective human intentions and not, if but when will send destruction to our planet, killing the bloodlines of those who only seek to colonize. That's the true power of frequency. It emotes as well as is emotive. Just like plants and animals in our atmosphere, we must assume so do other life in other galaxies. It receives our frequency and sends it back. Alien life out there are more intelligent than those here. I am made of the elements of intelligent alien life and can think like them.  Other human life are just made of elements that seeks to conquer others and therefore sending rockets to colonize other worlds I can just imagine the gases that make up other galaxies and planets, they will blow up any attempts from human colonizers who want to colonize them. All this human advancement, not letting people live longer and healthier, so all to send spaceships in other galaxies, that speaks of human stupidity. 

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This idea can explain to what has happened to older civilizations and why as Tamils, our culture despite intentional defilement by non-Tamils have survived thousands of years. We are short, curly-dark-haired people whose skin and nature survive. Once awake, we say no exploitation and hypocrisy. 

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Who wants us to stay asleep? Not the culture who attributes ganja to its true and original ancestors. Who wants us to stay asleep are the ones who preach about a saviour while keeping others asleep in the matrix so they are exploited and converted into a narrative that sees their daughters and mothers be trafficked by the drug game in silence. If we are to reject anti-Christianity, anti-Semitism, anti-Islamophobia or anti-Hinduism or anti-Buddhism or anti-Sikhism, then leaders of those faith should speak of this game that has trafficked a Tamil woman like me into a drug game that they support with their silence, the anti-thesis of religion or any faiths.  Because at the centre of this game, it is Tamil culture and women who get colonized and defiled. It is Tamil culture and ancestral stories who non-Tamil Indians and others have allowed to be defiled the last time there was a world war about drugs, land and resources. Call anyone anti-(insert religion here) person, when you know they are asleep while you are awake is your guilt, complicity and non-accountability in this drug game. This is what allows people to become extremist.

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When discussing race, colonized and unawakened Tamils are the black people who are exploited, defiled as well as genocide, because who speaks for us? Because who speaks for them when you have discredited my honour? Because who speak for us in Mauritius or in Canada, when those who awakened have seek to exploit my body all these years.

 

Nothing "gangsta" bout it. Nothing "revolutionary" bout it. Nothing "woke" bout it. Nothing "courageous" bout it when you contributed off my exploitation all these years from a teenage girl, to a young woman to now an adult. Shame and responsibility on those who knew the game all these years. You do not speak for a true Tamil woman when you have partaken in my defilement. You do not speak for Tamil Black Women when we are the ones who you have been exploited all these years in this game where Tamils Shavite are at the centre of it. 

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Someone told me I would find my voice in time, my "passion fruit", that's true I did. What happens to women who finds their "passion fruit." Do the system silence us for biased reasons? Do the politicians who advocate for women's rights tear us down further? Do the ones who know how I understand technology now where I can distinguish between a dream and a memory, or perhaps how you synch our days and words to your computer algorithms, do you enslave our voice? Or do you finally let me finally be a woman so I bring up the next generation of women, old and young to not be colonizzzed and abuse by this matrix. 

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Because I cannot count on those who smoke ganja before the ones who are asleep to protect me. Because I cannot count on a Kiril or a Kevin, but can I count on a Kamala for accountability? Can I count on a Tamil woman to tell me how I got trafficked by the drug game from a child to an adult, that to tell my story without being discredited would speak the true power of our democracies around the world.  If you cannot, then let me speak then. Let me speak infront of the United Nations or congress or parliament. Because the women who you elect or your stars who you make uphold the image of the chained unicorn of the colonizer's crest. The one unicorn at the centre of your drug game all these years is not an American or British, but has been a Tamil woman from the star and key of the Indian Ocean. The Other Black Girl who got physically stoned as a child immigrant in a country that then let others exploit her consciousness and body all these years while building riches. 

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As we see now, when the queen plants another rose, she is continuing another Tamil woman or men to be trafficked and abuse by the drug game. As we see now, when I speak to my parents, the people who have colonized their minds against ganja, this will happen to another teenage girl like me where she will be at the centre of a drug game trafficked by the mafia and the state, then discredited when she figures it all out. 

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No saviours on Apple TV, even those who break away from the monarchy will save another Tamil woman from being trafficked. I took your pharma pills and bought your fake "disorders," it kept me asleep and trafficked in your drug game for too many years. Not seeing how my family and myself are trafficked in your drug game. Get manipulated by men and women who knew who I am in your drug game.

 

Ganja doesn't. Make that your stars talk about. You don't raise the future of Tamil women when you don't tell them how their body is trafficked in your drug game. Eat your pizzas, drink your wine, get Florida to hack people so they can be trapped by your demented cabals, and keep lulling and automating young women and men to be sex trafficked with your narratives, while I'll educate and actually raise the next generation of women. Because we need more real Tamil women like me. Not bought by anyone and authentically independent. That's the bravery and purple heart of a woman like me. 

 

Perhaps if tech automates us even more, we will see either mother nature, or perhaps entities from other galaxies or people from this place sink the epicentre of these places like Kumari Kandam once went into the ocean so Tamils can once again smoke ganja in peace and forever stay awake, without being automated monkeys that tech is controlling in university labs or tech campus around the world. That's Tamils taking the computer out of compassion and shining bright like the yellow in the sour passion fruit, I ate as a child, spitting out the seed into the ground so other "passion fruit" grows into trees standing in water. 

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Only true Tamil women understand what I've been through and how I've been trafficked. All others, you are neither part of my culture and nor close to being a decolonized Tamil woman if you are aware of the narrative of my life that you helped build by your drug game. So until you tell my family what's going on, you are an abuser, sex trafficker and colonizer who appropriate my culture, from our medicine, to our aesthetics to our stories for your benefit. To the members of Black Lives Matter or people who are for the advancement of marginalized people, where have you been the past two years. Not filling my pocket. Not holding those people in my city responsible for gaslighting and exploiting me. Because stopping another black Tamil woman from being discredited so her family does not know about what has happened to her. So her family does not believe her when she tells them the world is run off a drug economy. So her parents does not understand the language she speaks now, because they don't know that she has been trafficked because of her identity. Letting and watching another woman like me get gaslighted, that is not activism to elevate Tamil women who are defiled. Not speaking the truth how you've been pimpin' my body all these years with your sick game, that's disturbing. Until you speak this truth, I have been the one who has been controlled and exploited in a prison that you've held the key all along. The key being the truth.  The key is to understand the drug game. The key is to discredit someone while they are unaware. The key is to have groups of people partake in her defilement for the sake of colonizing lands and people. 

 

I check up on my cousin, because maybe she hasn't woken up to the level of self-awareness that I have now. Just like you trafficked her body and psyche away from me by "The Good Son" and the "artist" women of this city back in 2016, still pimpin' her out and she doesn't know it yet. Perhaps you'll sell another candle off our bodies getting defiled again. Perhaps you will collect bodies and money off her sexuality. This is what Tamil women should know. Because who speaks for us when we get defiled by the drug game. Who will tell the young Tamil women that them becoming "sex positive" is for others to defile them. Who will tell our Tamil daughters that men in this drug game make money after we are exploited? No Tamil women have told me this nor any black or white or brown women who have used me while awaken in this game. 

 

Now Meena, would you want that for your daughters? Yet were you watching when Kiril defiled my body and once again discredit me publicly and privately? So everytime my mother speaks ill of his name, it is not because she hates black men but because they have been complicit in defiling her daughter. It reminds her of her days as a social worker, seeing young black women being abused, now when she sees it from a white, black, brown men, she hates all of them. Like Kervin or Kiril, it doesn't matter their ethnicity, she spews her hatred for any men who seeks to exploit her daughter. 

 

Now Kamala, were you watching with Joe back in 2008 or all these years while I became a prize of war in a drug game that your country has upheld. I assume you all have been, just as today, my parents are subjected to the healthcare that keeps them sick and unaware how their daughter has been trafficked and can still be, and chained to this disturbing game. You get your tech people to keep engineering us like the white masters that held a gun and knife to my ancestors' throats back in the day, so we work for free, indentured and asleep for generations so I would spit all these truths after you have contributed to enslaving me. You stand silent, while people psychologically torture me so your tv networks can encourage me to kill myself to uphold this world where a Tamil is at the centre of this disturbing game. How many of Tamil Mauritian lives matter if what you seek is to colonize and control us? Yet your government allowed people to abuse ganja and not use it as a medicine for self-awareness and enlightenment so today big pharma can numb them out and slowly eating their insides. 

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Now that I write, stay out of continuing my defilement. White, Black, and Brown. You have not been my friends but abusers. You have not been my ally but sex traffickers. You have not been the revolutionary that saves my body and my psyche but the people who exploit it. Nor a woman like Rihanna, hiring a brown guy to be a director, adding more money to people who watch my exploitation, if you want to be my feminist, you would hire the woman who has been the most exploited in this drug game. So she can be independent and not sex trafficked.

 

Pour it Up for VS, the one everybody has been making money from. Like you make money from the sick kids in my city, you're neither a hero nor a saviour for them when should they be healed by modern medicine as kids, yet their psyche controlled to be sick as adults. Call me if you are a real decolonizer and an anti-sex trafficker. Hire me for real money, so I don't get men in my neighbourhood follow me so they can tell me another narrative that make their gang money. As you see, still men swarming me to take. Either from my body or my psyche. Men are such ballers that they still need a "nobody" woman to make them money. Netflix or Hollywood, will you pay me from all the content you've stolen from my life and my culture. For me, it is not a gun that brings justice, but my intelligence and skill in the form of words. To save myself all the other women who have been tricked and trapped by this disturbing game. To the young women, not yet awaken to what controls their psyche that their bodies are for exploitation by the drug game. 

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With all this said, in this day, it is not ganja, or a pill from pharmaceutical company or technology that gives us knowledge or wisdom. It is knowing we have been all automated, that our thoughts are not ours but to "ours."  

 

Even the person who want to colonize space, who is controlling his consciousness. Could it be our ambition as human all this time has been controlled by artificial frequency that is not from this world. That perhaps if alien life exists after all, it wants us to destroy our planet. Make us fight with each other. Suffer violence in an attempt to end all our civilization.

 

Because what happened two thousand years ago, it was to our detriment. Because what happened to myself, it brings people into another level of hierarchy of people who are aware and those who are not. A colonizing landscape is an automated place. Where the source of our automation is where we find our colonizer. Because from a BLM activist, to any other people in any story, they have all been manufactured. All automated by technology to bring a new world where our control is more manufactured to keep the world as we know it. Where we should know, our consciousness is automated, the consciousness that controls us is also automated by another consciousness that is unknown, yet we know are a detriment to human civilization. How many consciousness are there and in the end who controls it all?

 

The only way for us to be healthy citizens is for us to ask who controls us to not automate our environment that it can be corrupted or is built with a colonizing mindset based on ignorance, deception or a forced adherence to a set of beliefs that takes away our understanding of this world and our ability to be human which keep us from our original nature. As human, it is in our nature that we are not angry. When we are, we lose focus of what is essential. That is to create for our basic needs and continue our ancestral customs that keeps us indigenous.  

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in case... i made a video and wrote to say that if people take on my identity to write from my perspective to say that i wrote it and therefore i created it, there's a *

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