Since my days at WorldWerx or Vroom, I have known that outside parties can severely trigger a person’s nervous system and neural pathways to create intense levels of anxiety and trigger fake emotions towards a person in whose the other person only has mild feelings of fondness. When I tried to contact Sania Mumtaz Saleem, now Sania Bilal, some outside party started to trigger my nervous system to such an extent that I started to have heated conversations with the closest acquaintance, whom I still remember extremely fondly, Fahd Reaz to repeatedly tell him that I only ever wanted to inform her that I would like to befriend her get to know her better, and since that disclosure to her, some outside party has started to rattle my nervous system to such an extent that I occasionally start to feel severe levels of anxiety while sitting in front of my computer at WorldWerx.
While I was trying to elicit some information from Fahd Reaz, some individual whom I do not know — at least I do not know who created the Yahoo email ID dr_iqbal@yahoo.com — sent an email disclosing the details of what people incorrectly call dreams or nightmares that had been projected on my sleeping mind on the previous mind. On the night before that email or the night before the previous night, some outside party started to cause spectacularly strange and wholly uncontrollable levels of neural activity in my cerebrum while I was busy reading news or some article on Wikipedia or a similar information resource. Right at that time, whichever party was busy creating those uncontrollable levels of neural activity also gave me an erection and started circulating intense thoughts that Sania Mumtaz wants you to masturbate and somebody wants you to declare the size of your erect penis. As I had almost completely lost control of what had been happening to me, hence, I went to the bathroom and masturbated and threw away some stuff in the nearest LDA’s garbage disposal bin placed close to our house. Probably on that very night after the incident, when I fell asleep, the outside party that had created immense levels of activity and given that erection when I was merely reading simple news or some article on Wikipedia where the content had 0, absolutely zero, erotic content and 0 potential to provide any titillation or sexual arousal also started to create projections showing me having sex with my mother in those projections. It’s a textbook ploy to test a person’s response to his relations with his mother, how that person would respond, and then used those projections to weave a narrative with material taken out of the Oedipus complex. Knowing that outside parties can severely manipulate a person’s cerebrum, I knew with certainty that the outside parties are busy creating fake emotions and triggering my neural pathways to convince me that I had verily fallen in love with this person.
As I knew my intention and level of involvement perfectly, hence, I kept arguing with me good acquaintnace that outside parties were badly manipulating my nervous system to instill this feeling forcefully that I had started to like the person intensly. However, I was not able to get any confirmation from anybody that who was busy manipulating my cerebrum, and as I was still quite green, hence, I had no idea how to use the information contained in that email and to comprehend the circumstance properly and present a cogent, cohernt argument to my acquantances that outside parties had been causing immense levels of activity even when I would start reading simple news on BBC website or Wikipedia and would start giving me erections. As I had yet to acquire this sort of clarity on the matters and the maturity to discuss them openly, hence, I was never able to present a proper case to Fahd Reaz to get an honest response from him.
In a similar vein to the event discussed in the previous paragraph, one night when I was busy working or reading news in my upper story room in Model Town Extension, some outside party created remarkable levels of buzz inside my cerebrum and an immense desire to leave the house in the car that belongs to my father, and I somehow, without knowing where I was going at around 9:20 PM, found myself parked in front of FAST—NUCES, Lahore, with its main entrance bolted, and Sania Mumtaz Saleem, now Sania Bilal, standing alone in the main drive way alone as the gate was bolted and there was no other person in the whole of the FAST—NUCES, Lahore, building. She was wearing a white embroidered suit and standing alone. I have absolutely no idea which party, probably the same person who sent the email from the Yahoo ID dr_iqbal@yahoo.com, created that intense buzz or neural activity where I almost completely lost track of what I was doing and where I was going, and then found myself parked outside of FAST—NUCES at 9:20 PM despite perfectly knowing that FAST—NUCES, Lahore closes its doors precisely at 9:00 PM.
When it comes to all of this intense cerebral manipulation and inexplicable and fierce levels of neural activity, as soon as Sania Mumtaz eventually got married to Bilal Chaudary in probably 2002, all of that activity that some outside party had been creating seized immediately, as if I had never had any desire to think of Sania Mumtaz or even send her an email. As I have known of this fact since the arrival of that email narrating the details of the events and the belief was further fortified by the details of that woman living in Cavalry ground who possesses the paranormal or telepathic powers to revive a person’s sagging brain, hence, I have known because of all these events that outside parties were busy manipulating my nervous system severely when I started to send Sania Mumtaz more emails as I had yet to comprehend the circumstance this well and find a way to rationalize the whole of the circumstance.
Since the start of 2019, these or some other parties have started to once again create intense levels of neural activity to convince me that I now like Amanda Davies to an extent that her actions should cause me some emotional pain. Since the start of that phase, I have been shouting within the confines of my wholly unprotected room from where other parties have been stealing data regularly that I now know of all of the events that unfolded during the 2000 to 2002 phase, and I know perfectly well that my involvement in her life does not go beyond mere fondness for her existence. Nevertheless, these outside parties — this time around, I have no idea whether the parties involved are only local or foreign parties that have been participating, as well — have continued with their tactics to ruin my mood despite my repeated protestations that I do
I started writing this post some 3 days ago, however, the outside parties that have been wreaking havoc in my life for over 10 years have completely stalled my efforts at the point where the previous paragraphs ends. Hence, I have decided to post it in its current form with the hope that I will be able to finish it within the next few days.
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