Let me tell you a story.
I'm the guy, middle aged, academic career, who went half a year ago correcting Ape of Thoth’s Hindu posts because they were full of misinformation that led people down the wrong road. One example is his Tantraloka commentary, which people who don't know Sanskrit will think is authoritative and correct and be led down false roads – ironic, really, that someone as anal about the correct way of doing things and interpreting material provides literally a new gloss over foreign material.
Anyhow, back to the thing at hand. I posted in June another scathing commentary about his Hindu and Buddhist mistakes, calling that he has zero expertise and authority in the area  - which is true; Ape has a BA in archaeology, and an MA in Public Administration, not a BA, MA, and PhD in South Asian Studies, along with field experience and knowledge of several Indic languages, Sanskrit included.
You know what happened next ?The next day our apartment caught fire three times. The next month, I was mugged, my daughter was arrested several times for something she didn’t do, my teenage son was assaulted and gangraped, and my wife almost died in a car accident. Miraculously, she got out of it only with a broken rib although the impact should have killed her straight. She said the nazar I bought in Srinagar that she had hung on the car’s mirror saved her.
Then I’ve dreamed of some Amerind. I was standing on a crossroad, in front of me a white manufactured home with a black roof and a red door. The time was twilight, the shadows long.
So, the front of the door of the home in front of me opened, and an Amerind approached me. He wore a formal manila suit and pants and a beige shirt and bow-tie. His raven black hair were kept in a ponytail. He had a long, horse like face, not fat, but pudgy, of bronze colour. His nose long and straight, his lips thick and sensual, curled up in a vicious smug. His chin had a black edgy looking goatee. He wore smart looking rectangular glasses that kinda dampened his black piercing eyes full of the worst kind of lust – think Ted Bundy.
The Amerind came to me and punched me right in the gut, and when I fall down, he took me by the hair and said, spitting saliva, “Happy to interface with me, fucktard?” Then I woke up. And had the same dream night after night. The most awful variation was of the Amerind fondling, pinching, and biting my daughter’s naked body. The swinishness of it all was immense, and seeing a dirty looking Injun hobo with plump perverse lips kissing my innocent and clean and immaculate daughter was such a torture. When I was ready to punch him, the dream stopped.
Once, I told about it to my wife and daughter over breakfast but without the details. Just said that an  Injun bothered me. My wife went quiet, but the daughter told that she, too, had dreamed of the same guy. I asked when it started. She gave me the date. It was the day after my last long post proving how much of a dilettante he is when it comes to Hinduism and Buddhism.
She didn’t go into detail about it. My wife told all the details later. My daughter had the dream of the Injun trying to eat her out. She was naked. She tried to fight him back, keep the hobo away. In the end, he still parted her legs and violated her. One unsettling detail she mentioned was that his tongue was forked, like that of a snake.
I advised therapy, and blamed it on stress. Privately, I wanted to kill myself, because it was me who brought it all down by correcting the smug fuck who likes to correct everyone and insult their religion or their own personal and intimate ways of contacting the divine. I didn’t think the guy would go to such fucked up lengths just for being corrected by someone who spend 30 year over India alone on fucking 4chan of all places. I don’t know what he replied to me because I’m an academic and I’m too busy lecturing and writing and coordinating to check 4chan every five minutes. What I noticed is that the thread was already gone the day after, while other x crap stayed up for weeks at a time. But he did more than reply to me, as you see.
I remember laughing at the schizo who said his gf killed herself because of arguing with Ape. Now, not so much.
Of course, you can say it’s coincidence. As someone who has observed many a rite in India, I can say that what looks to an impartial observer as a coincidence is accepted by the locals as result of a ritual. To you, it may look as a fucking awful coincidence, me connecting unrelated events, but for me it feels like a fucking direct attack.
Despite ethnographic work in India, I’m a sceptic, and atheist. I respect traditions, old like Buddhism and new like Wicca or New Age, and think people should be free to worship whoever they like with whatever methods they want, provided nobody is hurt. I like x because it’s the most entertaining board on 4chan – the high amount of noise is good for triggering new creative thoughts that make my brain happy. I don’t like assholes who like to rub into other people’s faces how much they know and who make the opponent feel stupid – a trait that put me in this fucking mess.
Now, I don’t know what to think and what to believe.
And I’m scared. For my family.