Follow Me

Follow me

There comes a time in life, just once, where the chance to dedicate one's life to spirituality is presented. I am speaking of a choice made, in spirit, to follow the spiritual path. That choice may have been made in the womb, a previous lifetime, or even, in the life between lives. That choice may not even have been made yet.

Spirituality, in its essence, is the path to God. That there are an infinite number of paths, and stages, and lessons, is a given. What is also a given is that we are all spiritual beings, as each of us already has the map of that journey back to God.

Whether you believe in God or not, have a religion or not, all that is required of you is that you love one another. But I still say, follow me.

For the greatest proof will come not from prophecies unfolding or the events taking place in our lives and around us, but the peace I bring.

I can't bring peace to the world till you change, and I can't help you change until you hear what I have to say and then decide to follow, or not follow me. There were some who asked, where does that leave me and my religion, and I said that I welcomed everyone as worthy of God's love, but in the end people would have to give up their material identity, which only got in the way of their spiritual identity. They would have to turn against what they were taught, and find a pure way. If what they believed gave them peace then they should follow that, but if it did not, and their questions remained unanswered, they must leave, and follow me.

There were some who, no matter what I showed them, could not believe, could not have faith, and could not make the final step of following me. I wished them well, and let them go. Whatever happened then was their own karma. But those who did believe!

There was a young man who visited us last year, and was doing poorly at academics. His parents worried he'd end up in technical school. We had this one talk and somehow I made a connection; he now gets A's.

A woman dying of liver disease: within two days of talking of me she received news of a rare liver transplant. She no longer has any signs of Hepatitis C.

There was another who couldn't, wouldn't understand, even though he received ample proof of what I said. He entered into a disastrous marriage, but that was his karma.

And the number of people who over and over again were afraid they would lose everything, their homes, lives, health, even disability benefits: All they had to do was ask, and somehow, miracles happened. I did this not because I could or to prove anything, but out of love. And because they showed faith and trust.

I don't take away or bring your karma. You do, through your actions or inaction, which has its own ego stubbornness I find.

We are coming to the end of an age, as a new Spiritual Age dawns. And those who are most sensitive and gifted are the ones who feel it keenly. I can help you. I may not change your circumstances, but I can take away the power of circumstances to hold you.

You will see many things to fear in the time to come, in the economy, the war, and all I can say to you, is, do not fear. You will be well, you will all see wonderful things. But the one requirement of all of you is to have faith.

I write this to the one person, who, out of balance and not imbalance, will leap into the unknown and follow me, and I look forward to meeting you one day.

The next four years will be the greatest journey of all. Some say that Death is the greatest journey, but really, beyond death, is God. And the greatest journey is the one to discover God. And as the Sufi poet said, I am the beautiful friend.

The Choice of Discipleship

A disciple went to Egypt with her daughter. I had a vision, before she left, of a bomb being thrown at tourists in Cairo. Some people were killed. I warned her not to go to Cairo, but beyond that, had no fear for her.

A child who visited us last year, and was doing poorly at academics. His parents worried he'd end up in technical school. We had this one talk and somehow I made a connection; he now gets A's.

A woman dying of liver disease: within two days of talking of me she received news of a rare liver transplant. She no longer has any signs of Hepatitis C.

I told someone 20 years ago that she would one day move to the Middle East, and that frightened her, but when she left last week, she was no longer afraid.

In all of my lives, my purpose was to help humanity, and I have done this by healing, and teaching, and helping others learn how to make a difference in the world by reaching others. And many of them also helped me.

I have had many students in many lifetimes. I brought healing and magic, I gave peace. There were many stages of learning, initiations which then lead to the final choice: to become a disciple.

What I present is this:

I teach many lessons, but the greatest lesson is the choice of discipleship.

I suppose most will shut off at this point, but that is fine. When in previous lives I said if you truly wish to enter the kingdom of heaven then give up your wealth, and follow me that was a very difficult choice to make. Now I make it even harder by saying it will be a life long experience of learning, and, before you can even begin to learn, you will have to give up your ego, and have faith, in me, in God; that is a much more difficult choice to make.

So I understand when it isn't easy, since the only proof I offer is what I have already said here. But nevertheless, that will be the greatest lesson of all, not just the choice, but what comes after.

I wish you peace, love, and joy.

Travels with Agnes

 

My wife and friend


A doctor went to India and in a dusty market place met a man who said let me read your hand.You will meet a woman and recognise her by the ring she wears. One day Agnes decided to wear a ring and that is how she met her boyfriend. I met a man who said let me read your hand. You will meet a woman who's with someone else and she will leave him for you. In that time I had helped a yoga teacher regain the use of her hips so she resumed her classes; she told her student, a doctor, who came to see me then took a brochure. She looked at my picture and recognised me from our lives together. And that's how I met Agnes.


The story of our lives can be measured in the places we have been, the people we have met, and the things we have done. All of this can be described as a journey, and my travels with Agnes and our children have been one of the most significant parts of my life.


Atlanians love the journey. She was born in Hungary but travelled with her parents all over Europe, and even was in London the year after I left, in 1980. Then she came to Toronto, Canada in 1985, and was reminded how she had always been searching for a way to express her purpose in life, to find God.

She knew, and told me the very first day, that she loved me. I loved her courage, and I saw the journey ahead of us. My first marriage had already ended; we couldn't go any further. But Agnes and I were meant to have children, and learn from them. We would travel to many places. With her, my work would be completed. She was my wife from the time of Jesus, and many times, together and apart, had a shared relationship going back to our lives in Atlan and Aergon. There was so much we felt regarding our purpose and duty as human beings, so many times we had vowed to help humanity...

I saw, and asked her if she was Jewish. It made so much sense to me in terms of prophecies unfolding. Yes, a family secret hidden because of World War II in Hungary. I saw the spirit of a child around us, almost from the very first day. Her name was Arune, and she loved to dance, and many people saw her spirit too, and spirits gathered around the night she was conceived.

This was the time my practice and classes were going very well in Toronto. But no, I was supposed to be in the U.S. Why did I want to give up so much, I was asked. Because we would be needed there, I said. And so we went, on A Spiritual Journey to the U.S. in 1993.

 

We'd been to New York before in 1992, and even then, I had a feeling not to go to the top of the World Trade Center, but the Empire State Building instead. We flew to California, took the train to Detroit, and then, drove down to California, and for two years, moved around the U.S., doing spiritual work. The journey was an exercise in faith for us. Living like gypsies, we travelled, and wherever we went, offered healing. Our hearts lie with the friends made, there, and the exceptional experiences we had and the differences we made.

The prophecy was that Kalki would return riding a white horse. Because it was a white Honda Civic, the connection wasn't always made, but we both made a difference wherever we went. Many people showed us kindness, and I was touched the many times people took us, strangers with a child, into their homes. But the person who showed me the greatest faith was Agnes, in the hardships we underwent, but were resolved, the dangers we faced, but were protected from, the struggle that could have destroyed any marriage, but made ours stronger.

Our son Raven was born after two years in the U.S., so Agnes took our children back to Canada. I would follow, but first I had to be away from them for several months. I thought she would be OK with her family, but she ended up having to fend for herself with our two children. Yet she never complained; told me not to worry, they would be fine.

The first step of my journey was Asia, so visited Pakistan and Sri Lanka in 1995. There was a medical conference of doctors from all around the world where I gave a talk about the growing epidemic of Autism. (At a previous conference like that in Spain in 1991, I presented a paper stating that the future of medicine lay in the balancing of the physical, emotional and spiritual energies)

I went to the grave of Mary, the mother of Jesus, in Northern Pakistan. I spoke to Muslims in a Muslim country about how it was time for them to reform, to recover their lost spirituality, to understand how prophecy could not be denied. They, knowing my Sufi background, and descent from the prophet Muhammad, listened respectfully, and no, I wasn't stoned to death. In the meantime Agnes was going through her own journey. I had a vision of a ring that I must give her. She moved in with a family, then found an apartment for us.


I returned to Canada in 1996. Knew it was time for the next step in our life. The Sacred Marriage is a joining together of male and female energies in a ritual designed to heal the earth. We married in early 1996, accompanied by so many of our friends, surrounded by spirits. And then the voice said, time to go to Europe.

How did I manage all this gallivanting around the world? Even when we were living on donations I saw so many people that our expenses were always covered. Perhaps our frugal life helped, but it never was easy. I am mindful of the sacrifices borne by my family, yet if I had to do it again, I would. I want a better world for them too. And I learned, and showed, how we could all manifest change.

Friends helped us, and we went to Europe in the summer of 1996. One month in Amsterdam, one month in Spain, one month in the South of England, one month in Hungary. Bought a car, a red 1982 BMW for $800. A manual shift, I learned to drive it, and with Agnes, Arune and Raven, drove 16,000 kms through 10 countries. Wherever we stopped, we did healing.

The exhaust pipe fell off in Belgium. The BMW dealership would have charged $2000. Didn't have it, but a passerby took us to his garage and fixed it for $40. The gas tank cracked as we drove on a Hungarian country road in the middle of the night. I filled the tank half full each time for the rest of the trip so the gas wouldn't leak into the car. Drove across Spain to catch the ferry to Portsmouth. Drove through London to get to the ferry back to Europe. Ran out of money several times, but, something always happened. Stayed with friends, received enough donations to buy food and gas, often slept in the car. We never worried. We were always looked after. It was the most exciting time of our lives, and our children grew with us.

We met people who'd just take us in. I'd met this woman in Sri Lanka who invited us over. She had healing sessions with me and that always speeds up one's karma. When she arrived back in the U.K. Child Protection Services were waiting for her. Her children and many of the neighbourhood young ones had been molested by her partner. I helped them heal, and she is one of those who believe in me now, as she has witnessed miracles, as have many others who met us.

Fell in love with the moors in the south of England. If there was one place we'd move to outside of Canada, it would be there. A beach in Spain, and I'd be talking to a man in need, while the children frolicked in the surf. Stayed in villages in Hungary, and long lines of people would come from all over for healing with the stranger from far away. One day I saw over a hundred people come down into the little valley and I touched them, and I taught them healing, all in a day. In their kindness, they fed us endlessly with cheese, bread, home made wine and Palinka. Agnes was in her element, translating for me in my workshops, showing me all around her country, and our little red car took us to every corner of this unique land.

With the time I spent there, I could make myself understood in their language, and they could, in mine, and the friends I made will always be there. My son Lee came all the way to Hungary by himself and the pictures I have of him show him at his best, and in his element, free of his illness, free to be himself. (He is also half- Hungarian)

We stayed in Budapest where I taught more students. A magazine article was written about my work. Many years later someone came to me for healing, and said oh, they had something like this in Budapest. I said, yes, I know the person you're speaking of.



A billionaire telecommunications company owner came to see me at a farm, and he was a decent man. Another person took issue with my spiritual assertiveness :) and complained to Agnes, who defended me, and another person, who was humble and kind replied to the complainer:


"I don't know about who he claims to be, but when I was with him I've never felt as peaceful as I did then".

I help people heal themselves. I help them remember past lives. I help them to become mages and find their purpose in the best possible way, not by incantations and ceremony, but by raising their vibration to a point where they affect their environment. This is a journey I have helped many make, as I have helped Agnes. But she has helped me too. She carries all her lives within her and close to the surface. Mary Magdalene and the 12 Miriams



Just as I learned about soul mates through my first loves, so too did I learn about our common purpose through Agnes. And even, when with great gifts come great challenges, we have faced them with faith in our hearts.

Seeing the future, one becomes driven. I had to leave again, to go to the U.K. in 1999, 2000, 2002 and 2005, the U.S. in 2000, 2001 and 2002, and Tehran then the U.K again in 2007, before and after the events of 9/11, and war, and bombings, and weather changes and earthquakes, and each time I had to leave my family behind. And with all the things I did, my greatest joy was returning to them, to continue our journey. Each time I got back, something would have changed, spirits were gathering, they had grown, and so had I.

And Agnes had her own journey to make. Healing her past with her family. Dealing with our growing children, two with special needs. Seeing, opening before her own eyes, the lessons I had taught her. Arune used to cry herself to sleep. So we would carry her for long walks or go for drives in Los Angeles, Texas, New York, and I would be talking throughout, all the lessons and knowledge I wanted to share, as I had done for her and many others in all my lives.



It felt like she was my first pupil, and more. All the things I taught about karma, and spirit, and relationships. What it felt like within my own being. How to detach from others, how to have faith, how to see things as they were, had been, and would be.

1997, when Soriah was born, was the lowest point for us. Financially, emotionally, spiritually, the struggles built up. Yet we survived. Each time I said, enough, I would test this, if I must give up my path just in order to survive I would do so. But something always came, at the last moment, and the way would clear again.

2000, with the birth of Gebbriel all my spiritual paths opened up again. I would travel. I would warn, and if people weren't ready, they would have to face great tragedy, but that was their path too. I would gather my disciples, those who came and believed in me. War and destruction would come, but I could only help a few. Many visited my old web site Man From Atlan but few stayed, and again, that was all right. I could not change those who could not change themselves, much as I might feel compassion for the suffering I saw ahead for the planet. Get this straight: The evil might seem to be successful and happy and the innocent suffer beyond all imagining. Yet on a spiritual level the poor would be rich and the rich would be poor, in this and many more lifetimes, and justice would prevail.

It was not as if there wasn't pleasure in our lives, or joy. Our children are, even with their own particular challenges, unique individuals. They surprise us every day with the depth of their observation and watchfulness, their very powerful spiritual gifts and sheer joy of life which I never want to change or make them into drones and future slaves, fodder for global joylessness.

Agnes grew in front of my eyes. She learned to heal and let go of the past, to accept her memories and choices. She says she never could have done it without me. I say that she helped me; I thought my journey was supposed to be a solitary one. She was my buffer, and when people couldn't quite 'get' me, she explained what I meant, where I was coming from. I'm told people are a little unsure around me :)

It wasn't all work. We went to Europe and it was a wonderful trip. After 5 years we rented a van, and all six of us went to Quebec for a whole month in 2002. Looked at the map, drove as far north into the Canadian shield as we could. When we arrived in Chibougamou, we saw the Northern Lights.. Stayed at little inns and chateaus. Many friends, the language wasn't a barrier.

Another 5 years, another vacation, another spiritual journey to England and Scotland in 2007. Agnes has dyslexia. So I said, you can drive us around, and we got this honking great transporter which fit all six of us again and off we went, and even though it had rained all over the U.K. for three months, wherever we went the sun shined for us, and we drove again, all over. That's her in the drivers seat, and she's happy, and enjoying every moment. The children still tell us they want to go back... I say, there's people we need to see in France..

Then after we got back home I returned to help a new disciple set up a healing and mediation centre in the Lake District of England, and met many wonderful people, young and old, and finally, I was back with my family.

We were told right away we had to move from our previous, rented home. This was a push, we found a much better place but even that may be temporary. My vision is to set up a healing centre and move to the country, let us see. My first and only priority now is my family.

Atlanians love the journey. That we came to Earth in a manner unlike aliens in spaceships, but actually, as spirits, does not make the journey any less physically enjoyable. That Agnes and I had to travel separately in so many lives and even in this one, does not make the connection any weaker. Yet I look to the past, and see us fleeing a sinking Atlantis and think of us all sailing across the ocean again, and I see the future, and wonder if ever we will go back to the U.S. (That depends on the people there)

But the greatest journey and travel of all is the one we make as spirits, and the choices we make, and the people we make them with, and Agnes and I await our next journey, yet to come.

~Naseer Ahmad

I had a vision

"Morriseau~Astral World"

I had a vision, and in this vision I went to the beach with my family. Saw the waves were getting quite high so suggested we leave. A tidal wave came in and many drowned.

Prophets have visions, and in the course of things they change the world. I on the other hand have just known, and things came to pass. So I could go to Sri Lanka and see the tsunami that would devastate it years later, and on the same trip I went to the North of Pakistan and years later an earthquake devastated that part of the world too.

So I have known since birth what my role and purpose was, and followed that, and in the course of my life, saw many things.

I have said: Sometimes, seeing the future can be a terrible thing. http://manfromatlan.blogspot.com/2007/12/sometimes-seeing-future-can-be-terrible.html

So I can choose to warn people, or not, since that may be the lesson they have to learn. Those were the choices they already had made.

Every year, I have a meditation just before Christmas. Many things happen around that time. A friend had an unexpected pregnancy, scheduled an abortion, then miscarried just before. At least it was natural, as opposed to the harmful (to mother and child) procedure. I called another friend, and thought to wish her grandmother a happy new year. She'd received healing from me, and was a lot better as a consequence. Just moved to a new home, and as I spoke to her grand daughter, clearly heard her spirit say to me, "Won't be long for the world now". She passed away that night. The Israeli onslaught on Gaza, on a defenseless population, began. I had another meditation in the new year. A young man came there and turned his Blackberry off out of courtesy. When he checked it in the morning, he saw several messages, his uncle had passed away that night, of a heart attack. The TV show "Ugly Betty" had the same story that week. She goes to a party and turns off her Blackberry, and next morning sees several messages: her father's had a heart attack. I was reminded once again how I bring many lives into being, help the living, but also, help the spirits of those who have passed on. And there will be many.

But this is not really what I do. I warn, and help people, but in the end life will depend on the choices they make. People exist in multiple dimensions without even being aware of it. I exist in all the dimensions, and am so very aware of all of them. My visions tell me that we are drowning, and yet are blind to all the dangers around us. And this is what I see: there are demons all around us, and they will follow those who are blind to the end of their lives and beyond.

But I also say this: I am God's love, and those who follow me will know peace.

Suffer the Children of Gaza

And whosoever shall offend one of these little ones that believe in me, it is better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he were cast into the sea.

Mark 10:14

Update: "A photo of 4-year-old Kaukab Al Dayah, just her bloodied head sticking out from the rubble of her home, covered many front pages in the Arab world Wednesday. "This is Israel," read the headline in the Egyptian daily Al-Masry Al-Youm. The preschooler was killed early Tuesday when an F-16 attacked her family's four-story home in Gaza City. Four adults also died"

Pakistani Eagles

High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high unsurpassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
-- Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee 1941

For a brief, shining period of time, I was in the Pakistan Air Force.

Pakistan's psyche had been greatly influenced by the circumstances of its break up with India: one million people died on both sides in 1947. The issue of Muslim majority Kashmir being oppressed by Hindu majority India still resonates with every Pakistani, and has caused four major wars to be fought since that time, and each time, Pakistan has held its own against the much larger armed forces of India. It is for that reason the Armed Forces are much respected, and of all the forces, the Air Force is regarded the highest of all, even more than the Army. They are called Shaheen, which means Eagle, but also, Spirit. They are also considered by military specialists to be one of the best trained and professional air forces in the world, even by the Israelis and Americans. Gen. Chuck Yeager said, "these guys breathed and lived flying-I was damn impressed"

The training of the Pakistani pilot begins at age 12, when he is inducted into the Air Force College in Sargodha. Every year thousands of Pakistani students apply for entry, and they must pass rigorous academic, psychological and medical tests before being admitted, no more than 50 or 60 a year. Those who graduate from college must then pass further exams before being accepted into flight school at Risalpur, and then a few go on to advanced jet training in Malir, whose graduates are deemed to be of a higher caliber than the US Navy's Top Gun School.

That's the way it is; they see themselves as the best of the best, and even more rare, the one Pakistani institution that isn't corrupt.

My geography teacher told me about the exams. My parents had mixed feelings, but I knew this was my path. And, placing 11th out of thousands, I was accepted into PAF Sargodha. So, at the early age of 11, I went to Sargodha, 600 miles from home, and did not return until I was 16.

At school, I had an insight: this would be my journey, for who knew how many years, but I would learn what I was supposed to. My uncles were the early pioneers of the Air Force, my cousins would become Army Generals, and my friends went on to reach the highest awards and positions in the Armed Forces; one of them, psst, Chief of ISI, the Intelligence Directorate. I didn't love War, but I would defend my home, and my views can be seen here: http://manfromatlan.blogspot.com/2008/03/nature-of-spiritual-warrior.html but still, I wanted to fly.

It was during this time, away from the distractions of home, that I learned more about my spirituality. I learned a bit about defending myself; since I was obviously different got picked upon, with a nickname meaning 'not pure', which in retrospect is funny because Pak means 'pure'. But the greatest lesson was the rigorous military life that allowed me to not only explore my spirituality but also, develop it. Flying requires keen eyesight, and discipline. So, too, does Spirituality.

One of the reasons why our pilot training is so effective is because of the number of hours spent in the plane, and extensive low level flying. Many drop out or fail because of the intensity, and those who pass are the best. (It was this intimate knowledge that showed me how the official 9/11 story was full of it) Once, a low flying F-104 clipped just over the school roof and crashed just beyond. The engine, weighing well over a ton, flew back at the school and landed right where I'd been standing by myself a few minutes before. I felt fortunate, as though I still had things to do.

When I graduated from college I had to compete again with people from all over Pakistan and also graduates of the other academy, near Murree. I sailed through all the tests, including vertigo and high altitude testing, and then at the very last moment, someone noticed my knock knees. wtf? That was enough to disqualify me.

I appealed of course, made a passionate speech to the board about how I wanted to serve my country. No go. Turned out later they found out my parents were Ahmadi Muslims, which even then had a lot of prejudice directed at it, and so that was it. If I'd said I was Christian or renounced Ahmadis it would have been fine, but that wasn't what I was supposed to do.

Yes, I was disappointed. But University beckoned, I had more to learn, and I moved on. Many of my friends went on to fly fighter jets. An uncle was shot down and killed in the 1965 war. A friend posthumously received Pakistan's highest award, when he deliberately crashed a plane into the desert to prevent it from being flown to India in 1971. He was 21 years old then.

Another friend died in a low flying training exercise. He was 18 years old. Many served as volunteers under Arab flags during the 1965 and 1973 Arab-Israeli wars, and their training showed as they shot down several Israeli jets, with few losses on their own; not one Pakistani pilot was killed by the Israelis.

The reason why this is so little known may be explained by the observation of a Pakistani when he shot down an Israeli plane: "it was if I was seeing a myth (about Israeli superiority) being blown up". This is not to denigrate the heroism of the Pakistani Army, but really, they are politicians as well. The Air Force made tremendous sacrifices, they made a difference, they won even when the Army lost in 1971. (Read "Yeager, an autobiography" to get a fighter jock's opinion)

This article isn't about what might have been for me. I don't miss that when I know my path brought me to Canada where I was meant to do so much more for the world. At this particular time, some fantasists of the Indian and American variety need a reminder, if they think they can get away with a war with Pakistan. For all their problems, Pakistanis have something unique: their character, and the Pakistan Air Force is the exemplar of that character. I am happy to once have served.

But whenever a plane flies overhead, I confess a part of me still wishes I was there...

~Naseer Ahmad

Terror in Mumbai

There was a terrorist attack in Mumbai on November 26. Around 12 shooters, armed with AK 47's, grenades and bombs, came ashore and killed over 170 and wounded over 300 people in three days of horror. The attackers held off two thousand troops, and in the end, only one of them, shown here, was captured alive. He says he was trained in Pakistan by a terrorist organisation, and now both countries are trading accusations back and forth.

Killing civilians for a cause, however justified it may seem, is condemnable in every way. But so is lying, and the Indian government is lying through its teeth, and that is worse, because lies have a far greater capacity for harm, as can be seen in what happened with Afghanistan and Iraq: millions killed for the most clearly observable set of lies.

Here's an analysis: http://www.counterpunch.org/khan12022008.html
and another: http://www.daily.pk/world/asia/8485-the-mumbai-attacks-the-real-perpetrators-and-their-goals.html but I leave it up to you to decide.

When I was in Los Angeles in 1993 I met an nuclear arms inspector with the IAEA who told me "the pity is the Indians can't trust the Pakistanis and the Pakistanis can't trust the Indians".

Pity indeed. The Indians have a painful history of being conquered by the Muslims and Pakistanis have the painful history associated with the partition of India and forceful annexation of Kashmir. And you have dishonest corrupt politicians on both sides who would rather point fingers at each other than solve their own country's problems, and India and Pakistan have fought four wars so far, and the only who benefited from that were those who didn't want a South Asia bloc to prosper.

That would ultimately be the choice of the people of India and Pakistan. You look at the joint karma of two countries born 24 hours away from each other and it is apparent how much healing each country needs (see national horoscopes above, and the trend to violence in both countries) but I will say this one more time:

Those who believe that Pakistan will be broken up or eventually be conquered or reabsorbed by India are sadly mistaken. Pakistan, for all its problems, is lucky and blessed, and it will survive, because it has great forces on its side. (It still needs to change though)

Both countries have supremacist religions. Both countries are corrupt in their political and religious leadership, and both have a heavy karma. I pray for both, to see the light of what might be.