Since the year 2000, I have known for a fact that at least an individual who can fully revive a person’s brain and “revitalize or restore” a person’s so-called lost memories lives in Lahore. I never lost those memories; outside parties determined to keep certain facts hidden have the people who can completely mask a person’s critical memories that he or she needs to write a complete critique of the controlling group’s behavior or reveal their criminal conduct. Despite knowing about her existence since at least 2000, when I eventually decided to write about the level of corruption I had witnessed personally (firsthand account as my father’s uncle, retired justice Zia Mehmood, has outstandingly close connections with feudal families hailing from Multan, Yousuf Raza Gillani and Gardezi families), people colluding with the system eliminated the tracks of the very person, namely Ali Ahsan, from the Internet who had made me aware of that person’s existence who can revive a faltering brain.
I scoured the Internet to find any or all traces of Ali Ahsan in 2015 or 2016; however, I was not able to find any trace of the fellow, and to date, Ali Ahsan remains the only person who has told me of her existence and whereabouts. I had only the memory of her existence and lost traces of around 15 or so critical facts, some of which I have decided to include in this post again.
When it comes to my stance on the matter that whether we lose certain critical details or are those details made inaccessible to us that can severely damage the reputation of certain outstanidngly influential people, I firmly believe that those memories which a person should be able to access without any problems at all are made inaccessible to us by relying on paranormal means. Finally, I have the proof to corroborate the assertion that paranormal activities can be proven beyond any reasonable doubt. When it comes to the information related to an event involving inundation of my cerebrum with so-called dreams — I call them projections created on a person’s cerebrum by an external party capable of engaging in creating such projections or imagery on a preson’s cerebrum — one of which involved explicit and prolonged imagery where the so-called dream or nightmare involved my brain being inundated with visuals showing me engaging in intercourse with my mother when I was still in my early 20s and working at WorldWerx, later renamed to Vroom Technologies. The event also involved the transmission of an email from a Yahoo email account with the ID dr_iqbal@yahoo.com the very next day after the night on which I had been bombarded with these visuals while I was still asleep.
My first reaction after being bombarded with those visuals and reading the email sent from the aforementioned Yahoo ID was of severe anger or exasperation that why would an individual engage in such an activity with me and what had I done to that person to merit such an action? After that, I started to look into Freudian psychology and discovered the emphasis that psychologists place on a person’s development as a human and his or her connection with the mother, and how they try to force the discussion into taking the subject down the path of sexual desires and the role of a person’s mother’s appearance and physical development. After having read some of the Sigmund Freud’s thoughts on the matter and his fraternity, I started to comment on the details of the people from within my closer circle with very short and overweight mothers, and how they would find it spectacularly difficult to align with what Freud and the members of his school of thought have to say on this matter. Based on all of the verifiable information, almost all tall, smart men in Pakistan with fair skin tone seek tall, smart women with fair or even better skin tones. If a person’s bond or connection with his mother plays a significant role in how that person or members of a particular society approach the task of finding preferred matrimonial partners, then it raises the cruicial question of why do almost all tall, smart men in the subcontinent start by first trying to establish a connection with tall, smart women? I have known the children of very short women since my mid teens, and became aware of the children of short but smart women when I was enrolled at FAST, yet the children of all such women were interested in finding matrimonial, or conjugal, partners with the aforementioned features that I feel challenge most notable aspects of Freud’s assertions in what is presented to us as Freudian psychology and role of a mother’s appearance in shaping the desires.
After reading the thoughts on these matters, for an extremely long time, I would start off by singing the lines of Vital Signs’ Goray Rung Ka Zamana Kabhi Ho Ga Na Purana. Almost all men from the colored regions start their search by first trying to establish a connection with fairer or extremely fair girls, and if they fail to find a partner with preferred features, they then eventually settle with partners where at least most of the preferred aspects of the opposite gender’s personality are present. I had engaged in this discourse for such a long time that when I eventually decided to write about all of the events that had taken place since the event involving inundation of my brain with those explicit visuals and receiving that email on the Sahics97 emailing list, I was shocked to find that some of my outstandingly critical memories needed to weave the narrative involving the use of paranormal means to parley information between two parties had become inaccessible to me. Since then, I have become acutely aware of how these outside parties not sharing the physical space with the person can inflict major physical pain on a person not willing to cede his or her correct stance on a particular matter.
When I eventaully lost all hope of finding a safe harbor abroad to disclose the secrets needed to weave a narrative that would prove beyond any doubt how spectacularly corrupt the democratic and judicial systems were in Pakistan, I was shocked to find that I had no recollections of the critical event needed to prove that some form of external manipulation of my faculties had been taking place since at least 1997. I only had the lingering recollection of the simple fact that I had, at least at some point, had some information available to me that could allow me to weave this discourse, but I had completely lost the critical details required to weave the narrative convincingly. Consequently, I started to spend time on Quora by perusing the forum posts on paranormal, transfer of thoughts using telepathic means, and how to revive a person’s brain using those paranormal means. As I have stated in the first couple of paragraphs, Ali Ahsan had made me aware of one such woman’s existence in the city of Lahore who possessed the abilities to revive a person’s locked cerebrum and awaken even the most closely guarded secrets. However, the only person who had made me aware of this reality, Ali Ahsan, had vanished without any trace from the Internet.
When I eventually gave up on the idea of even trying to write this book against the democratic systems and shouted in my room with a bottle of poison that whosoever is keeping my cerebrum in this locked state and not letting me weave this narrative better tell me now whether they have any desire to let me progress on this matter or otherwise I am plannig to take a swig of this concoction now, someone eventually spoke up in my brain that somehow Amal Clooney is involved in the whole of the affair, and I should send her a post on Facebook. After sending her the first message, my ability to write at least somewhat acceptable longform articles returned; however, it was still taking me around 30 to 40 days to complete the articles as my body’s metabolic rate plunged dramatically. As I continued to feel infuriated at the pace of my work, the dramatic collapse of energy levels since contacting Amal Clooney, and inability to write as well as I used to prior to the 2016 phase, someone started to mention the name of my former roommate Ahmed Ayub. Ahmed Ayub’s name got mentioned probably in 2022, and I decided to test whether he would approach me on his own or not after reading the details of the severe levels of physical pain and anxiety that I had started to report after deciding to continue with my desire to publish more and more articles to reveal the information I had and the tactics being used to curtail or stem the flow of this information. However, I eventually abondoned the thought of waiting for any contact from him and made the first contact in January of this year, 2025 precisely, and since then, my rate of progress on these affairs has improved dramatically, and the details that I had not been able to access after finally deciding to write about these affairs in 2016 also came back almost immediately. After sending Ahmed Ayub the first email, I continued to experience the sort of energy in my brain that I had never experienced before, and I had this continued feeling as if some outside party was trying to revive my cerebrum without ever making any physical contact with me.
The rate of publication of artciles and other content since contacting Ahmed Ayub and the level of details involved in the articles that I have published since contacting Ahmed Ayub prove one fact beyond any reasonable doubt: not only have the details involved become almost undeniable but the amount of content and the severity with which they have been presented have shot straight out of the stratosphere.
All of the aforementiond, and some of the details that I will reveal after this paragraph, raise the same ciritical question: had I completely forgotten these details or had they been blacked by some outside party not willing to let me access these details without first seeing how far I would go to weave my narrative on these outstandingly sensitive issues of governance, judiciary, accountability, responsibilty, and similar affairs. After just one email, I managed to experience the sort of energy in my brain and recovery of thoughts that the content that appeared since then has cast extremely dark clouds on the legitimacy and correctness of all of the scientific discourse of Early Onset Dementia, Psychosis, Anxiety, and Writers’ Block. All I probably needed was the correct address of that woman that Ali Ahsan had mentioned in our exchange on paranormal and revival of faltering brains using paranormal means. Nevertheless, whosoever mentioned Ahmed Ayub’s name after 2021 or 2022 did the biggest favor anyone has done to me since probably 2000, as I have been able to write with much more authrity on these matters as all of the critical details needed to weave the discourse came right back to me after that email, and some more have become available since then.
When it comes to losing memories, my favorite teacher from FAST—NUCES days, Mr. Rehan Ahmed, mentioned at some point in the year 2001 while he was still working at Systems Private Limited that he had developed great fondness for Nissan Altima during his stays in America, and he was hoping to eventually purchase one if he were to get his H1B visa approved soon. As the memories that had become completely inaccessible since abandoning hope of finding a place abroad and starting this work of authorship from Pakistan in 2016 related to events that had unfolded in the same year in which Rehan Ahmed had disclosed his desire to purchase his Nissan Altima, hence, it has further fortified my belief that this loss of recollection has more to do with what the person is planning to do with those recollections and how damaging they can be to the reputation of certain spectacularly influential individuals or groups in that region and less to do with a person’s aging brain. Since the revival of my brain after sending that one email to Ahmed Ayub, I have finally been able to write my article on the complexity of programming languages and why I deem Bjarne Stroustrup’s stance on the matter and how he has presented it completely incorrect, and almost as soon as I published that article presenting my stance on the complexity of programming languages and programming in general, I was immediately presented with a video by my favorite female skip dancer, Lauren Skips, where she talks about Nissan Altima and how I was immediately able to connect it with the publication of the article and Rehan Ahmed’s cruicial role in my ability to progam well.
When it comes to Sigmund Freud’s work titled, Interpretation of Dreams, although I had not been able to find it even somewhat convincing after being shown the explicit imagery or visuals that I have narrated in a couple of paragraphs at the start of this email, that work has become even more unconvincing in the last 10 to 15 days.
After finally concluding that my father’s total control over my academic choices had eliminated my chances of moving abroad on merit and using my academics as the foundation stone, I switched to Dating Websites to find a suitable partner with whom I could enter into a civil partnership and move abroad using that civil union as the foundation. During one of those years while browsing profiles on Telegraph Dating, I found the profile of a woman who had chosen the dating profile ID, Joie De Vivre, French for Joy Of Life. I had tried to contact Joie De Vivre probably in 2013, and in the last 10 days, someone within my cerebral space had started to mention the Telegraph Dating ID of Joie De Vivre and whether I remembered sending her an email message using Telegraph Dating's internal mailing system. After questioning that who had been mentioning her existence and why had that person all of sudden felt the need to mention her ID, on that very night, within the last 10 days or so, my brain was once again inundated with projections that I had been shown right after I had sent her an email in 2013 using the Dating website’s messaging system.
When I first contacted Joie De Vivre, I was shown projections of her meeting a potential date outside a roadside pub and disclosing to him that she had had a cancer-related problem. In the last 10 or 15 days, since some outsider first mentioned Joie De Vivre, I have once again been shown the identical projections of that woman meeting a person outside a roadside pub and having a rather long conversation with him involving some cancer related ailments, and afterwards, they go for a car drive. Why did cancer and other ailments come up in those projections after my first message to her in the year 2012 or 2013, I have no idea. Whether she had dealt with any such issues or was she a Cancer researcher, I have no idea about that either. It just so happens that without even having her profile available to me and without even looking up her photographs, somehow, my subconsicous, as the psychologists continue to declare these so-called dreams a work of our subconsicous mind, was able to show me the exact same “dream” of seeing her meet a potential date outside a pub, having a prolonged conversation with him about her ailment or involvement in some activies related to that ailment, and then going out on a drive with him in his car. My so far first and only message to Joie De Vivre was sent in the year 2012 or 2013, and just after a few mentioning of her dating website ID in the last 10 days or so and taking a few looks at her photographs, me subconsicous was somehow able to show me almost identical visuals that psychologists term dreams without even a hint of what had been happening in her life.
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