Michael's Journal - Vietnam

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1978958Michael's Journal - Vietnamhttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/michael-s-journal-vietnam/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/261324/18c2cf53-2650-40d2-b5fe-d7a0dcc0ba32.jpg?v=6383340068121000009999MXNj Michael KingInStock/Ebooks/1943450Michael's Journal - Vietnam9999https://www.gandhi.com.mx/michael-s-journal-vietnam/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/261324/18c2cf53-2650-40d2-b5fe-d7a0dcc0ba32.jpg?v=638334006812100000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20181230002399348_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_Falling down Alices proverbial Rabbit Hole is one way to describe this fictionalized story; where the author has taken his own experiences and presented them for best effect as fantasies and exaggerations - dressed up with philosophical, imaginary, and mystical views of war and its companions; destruction, joy, sorrows, courage, betrayal, sins, virtues, morals, evil, terror all trapped inside a bubble of insanity.The free thinker will no doubt identify closely with each of the characters and their quest not just those of the small reconnaissance team walking from Vietnam up into the high mountains of Laos; but also identify with the many characters they encounter on their journey.The story is designed to provoke the reader to ask themselves more and more questions during each stop by the reconnaissance team along their route of quest it could be reasonably said the story creates more questions than it asks or answers. Each of the thirty some incidents and stops by the team along the trail are about a different theme concerning life, death, war, peace, spirituality and politics. Often mundane, even boring and often familiar, facts, philosophy and history are presented which should not be ignored whereas, if the reader is hesitant to wade his way through them, but bypasses them; the moral of the incident and core of the message can be lost. Todays choices, events and history are similar to synonyms and rhymerics from yesterday. Who is listening?There are a few war action scenes but even those are meant to deliver a message or create a fantasy. Sex is laced throughout like the shoestrings on tennis shoes necessary to lace up that part of the human arete of excellence that keeps humans running to be the best they can be. Vulgar sex like in a section on adultery is occasional.But war is vulgar and possesses many other inhumane and despicable traits. But even a soldier can become virtuous in time of peace; like Socrates who was a brave Greek soldier who afterwards spent his life in search of virtue, the good in Man and truth.Excerpt ...000 - The ThreatThe sniper, with cheek hugged to the stock, looked down the long barrel of his rifle, a military type issue M-14. He squinted into the telescopic sight, a top of the line optical, a Vortex Razor HD. He was using his thumb and fingers to twist the optical adjustment knobs and turrets, as he expertly fine-tuned magnification, illumination, elevation, distance and cross hair parallax.The targeted prey was about one thousand yards down range. The target was not a paper target, animal or game, but a man. It was early morning and there was no need for the attached Simrad 203 night vision optical. Next to the sniper lay a Leica Televiid spotting scope and another sniper scope equipped rifle, a 50 caliber M40 which he brought along as backup just in case he needed a lot more fire power and punch to get the job done.Ive come a long way from the hot, steamy wet, dirty jungles of Vietnam of the sixties, to this extravagantly expensive hotel room in Las Vegas. It seems like a life time ago, the sniper thought to him-self; he had no idea if this was a surveillance mission or he might be commanded to eliminate the target - the man he had been watching - and was bringing into focus on his scope again at this very moment.The target was just getting dressed after finishing a shower and shaving. They had been friends from many years long ago, in another part of the world a more dangerous and deadly world. Could the sniper kill this target? Certainly no doubt, without a millisecond of hesitation, the sniper silently answered his own mental question, which he had not asked himself for over thirty years or more of doing his job. His job was not to ask why but who, how and when. Long ago he had pushed out the questions of right or wrong, morals and value of human life have no room in his profession and he considered himself to be a professional on the level of a medical doctor or lawyer as it had taken years of study and practice to learn his job.He thought, Were it not for being drafted at a young innocent 18 into the military, given my first razor and trained so well to do a job, which he did exceptionally well, he might have followed his first dream of becoming a high school math teacher or accountant. He would have never made a good surgeon because he could not stand the sight of blood, at least not up close.The target slipped on his pressed dark dress trousers, long black stockings and a new starched pure white dress shirt while talking to a large heap of bed sheets, mountain of pillows and massive comforters on the huge California King-size bed. Though the snipers hotel room and the targets room were nearly on the same elevation , each being on the fortieth level floor of their respective hotels, yet they were over one thousand yards apart - not an easy cinch shot, especially through plate glass, even for a world class, top professional sniper. He watched as the target placed a wad of bills - probably at least a few thousand dollars - on a night stand next to the bed. Out from beneath the bed covers arose slowly but so gracefully and artfully one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes - or sights on. The sniper was so envious that he thought, That dirty hound dog, I should not wait for an order, just pop him now and put him out of his misery; If I dont kill him first, that whore surely will.In the targets room, the lady in the bed with the beautiful bare bosom with silky skin, standout and stand-to-attention erect tits that looked like the shape of a smooth upward curving slope of a champion snow ski jump, said, Come on Jay, just one more for old times sake. How can you refuse a begging, pleading damsel in distress? What are old friends for, if not to help each other?The target smiled ear to ear and said, Sweetheart, you are the love of my life but insatiable. You would have me in that bed all day but I have a schedule to meet and a speech to deliver today in the casinos speakers meeting hall. I cannot be late - or numb from over sex. I ordered room service breakfast for you. They will be here soon with all your favorites and there is ten grand on the nightstand for you to go shopping today. He slide into his sports jacket, a throwback to the old academia age with the leather patched elbows and tweedy look, smart, though new but somehow old. His bow tie, so out of date furthered the image he had adopted and projected as the college professor - for the past thirty years or so. After all he was a well known, highly respected and successful university professor and consultant in international relations and studies. He also sported the tobacco pipe which he placed alongside his handkerchief in his top hanky pocket on the outside of his sports jacket. He then walked back into the bathroom to view himself in a long length mirror.Turning to his shaving kit he picked out two very slim metal tubes about one inch long and the width of an ink tube one finds in a common ball point pen. He inserted these two tubes into a hidden compartment in his pipe and clicked it shut, then turned the stem to lock it in place; just like a lock and load he was ready to rock and roll when the bell at the door announced the anticipated room service.When the waiter pulled the rolling cart through the door, the target, though his back was turned from the door, noticed as it closed, through the mirrored image in a glass flower vase of two men dressed in dark suit standing or loitering down the hall way. Instincts never go away especially for an old veteran of many conflicts and brush fire wars. It had been instincts, not reasoning alone, which had been primarily responsible for the target living in his often dangerous worlds to retirement age and beyond.Once, the target, Jay, had tipped the waiter, brought his lady friend her breakfast in bed, kissed her goodbye and wiped off the traces of her delicious lipstick; he then entered the hallway to catch an elevator down to the casino hotels main floor where he had a breakfast appointment before going to the Speakers Meeting Hall. Little did he suspect or know but someone had made the decision to have the thousand yard sniper stand down. Maybe observation was the only mission. The sniper and the video feed camera on the snipers scope had seen and recorded every move he had made this morning, except when he had his back turned to load his pipe, thereby making it a very lethal hidden-in-plain-view personal weapon.Simply known as The Pipe, it had been a birthday gift so many years ago from an old friend who Jay often referred to as the Mad Scientist, or Max, who was also a genius inventor of next age weaponry - and The Pipe was a one of a kind as a personal jester of thanks by the Mad Scientist. It could be compared to an old time two shot derringer with a new age type of bullet or projectile. While a two shot semi-automatic the bullet was not a metal or lead bullet or slug, but a mist like fog stream similar to firing a pepper spray but with more velocity, longer range and wider area of effect. Plus, the mist charge could be set to either lethal or nonlethal, called the unconscious mode where period of unconsciousness could be typically two to three hours. As a bonus, the victim of the nonlethal dosage, once recovered and awake, had absolutely no memory of the entire hour or two before the encounter or when or how the mist was induced - or for that fact could not even recall if the intended target was contacted or who they were. One of the best advantages of The Pipe was its rate of effect upon discharge which was measured in microseconds after pointed and fired - meaning a man or perp pointing a gun at Jay could be disabled before having time to pull the trigger well, all that was according to the Mad Scientist as being a most likely case not yet proven.As Jay walked down the hall to catch the elevator, the two men appeared about twenty feet behind him as if from thin air, and walking in the same direction as Jay towards the elevators. Jay slowed down slightly so as to not appear alerted to the threat and unduly give his opponents any edge or warning that he had caught on to having a shadow. Now, as he stopped at the elevator and took out his pipe from his jackets outside top pocket, he had to make a quick decision was this a threat to be met with lethal or nonlethal response? He thought, So far, I have no hint if these two guys are a real and present threat, much less what type of threat. They might even be hotel security. But fact one: they are shadowing me. Fact two: they are wearing suits tailored to hide their side arms. Fact three: they are wearing special shoes, we call Sneak Boots, custom made and issued only to veteran operatives of many intelligence agencies and paramilitary groups in Russia, Brazil, Venezuela, Iran and Pakistan. Jay thought, maybe a couple binder or double logic questions will clear the air.Jay and the two men arrived almost simultaneously and they all entered the elevator. As Jay punched the letter M for main Floor, he asked, which floor would you like, gentlemen? The bigger man who stood at six feet six and 300 pounds at least, said, The second floor will do just fine, thanks.Jay smiled a disarming, friendly, broad and warm smile asking another question, You guys look like you have already been enjoying the pool and sun, you both have great tans. Is this your first visit to Las Vegas or do you come often?The smaller man whose appearance could have been conceived as Latino or Middle Eastern, answered with a slight Latino accent, Yea, we been here a couple other times over the past ten years we been friends.Jay quickly questioned back with a double or binder question, Are you here for the Shriners Convention or the Sports Illustrated Bikini International Beauty Show? - and yet Jay knew both events had been held three weeks ago and not in town now. The smaller guy answered, The Bikini Show and overlaying his words, the big man simultaneously said, Shriners. And hardly were these works spoken than Jay had pointed and fired off two quick shots from his Pipe both men dropped like sacks of beans to the floor of the elevator. Jay had developed a permanent immunity to the mist through anecdote dosages provided by the Mad Scientist. Jay punched the 50th floor and when they arrived, he got out quickly after he punched the up button for the 90th floor, or roof, to send the two sleeping men back up. Jay stepped over to the next elevator and pushed the button on M to go down to the main floor. But the elevator ride was interrupted and suddenly stopped halfway to the main floor.A young well dressed, sharply dressed and apparently affluent Asian-American man entered the elevator and stepped over beside Jay. His presence sparked Jays memories; the memories of an old man. They were memories of a different time and place. As he rode the elevator down memories took Jay back in time. Jay would recall, dwell and record at a later time much of those so called flashbacks in what would be called, The Vietnam Notebook - Leave No Lessons Behind. Right now he had more pressing matters to attend to, pleasant matters.Jay exited his elevator which stopped at the Main Floor. He walked into the casino. He was excited about meeting for breakfast with his old friend from Vietnam, Tony, AKA Joey. But little did he suspect that he had a big surprise coming to join him at breakfast with Joey. One that would take us all on a mysterious, mythical and mystic journey back into the days of Vietnam; one about lessons learned.As Jay left the elevator on the main floor two security guards in casino uniforms were waiting for him and one said, Good morning, Professor Michaels, Mr. Joey is waiting for you and asked us to escort you to the pool side restaurant.Excerpt 2008 - American Tourists and Children of GodThis was the tenth day on the trail and we were much higher in the lower mountains now, certainly crossing in and out of Laos and probably close to, or on the edges, of the Ho Chi Minh Trail - as the area was teaming with on-the-move Lao and Vietnamese Communist rebels and PAVN soldiers. Sergeant Boomer, at point position in front, signaled for us, once again, to get off the trail and conceal ourselves as a column of people were approaching. Immediately we put our weapons on lock and load in the ready to fire full or semi automatic mode. So far we had been extremely lucky and not had any face to face encounters or had any contact with any of the many enemy soldiers or bandits nor patrols roaming or more correctly said, passing through the hills. Except for those enemy soldiers traveling the north to south Ho Minh Trail, most others if not all were headed not south or north, but eastward towards Dak To and a coming confrontation with the Americans there - to this point, the trip had not been without some weird and off the wall non-enemy encounters with travelers - encounters that will never make it into my official report but remain hidden here in my Journal.As we lay waiting with no small amount of fear and anxiety, the loud noises preceding the advancing people told me they could not be any of our enemies - the noise was just too damn loud and it was American style rock and roll type music - sounding like it was coming out of a big battery driven boom box similar to the ones used by California surfers for their beach parties; so loud it was more of a smearing unintelligent blast rather than recognizable as music. But any American or Asian could recognize the piercing, grooving and meaningful sounds of Joe Crocker, The Eagles and of course right now it switched into James Browns, Aint got no satisfaction. Music that makes a man feel like stepping out of hiding and dancing - who on the planet could resist James Brown?At the head of the column were two obviously or most likely American boys as they were wearing Yankee and Red Sox baseball hats. Neither was hardly more than twenty years old or less. They looked like tourists out on a safari like hike. Their column stretched out well beyond our front perimeter and beyond Sergeant Boomer who was at least fifty to sixty yards out front of the core of our column. So, there must be at the least 20 plus people in that advancing single file, disorganized and strung out column marching at different intervals where two in sequence might be 10 seconds apart and another two a minute apart..Lt Kim and I stepped out and stopped the two American boys, and then their column stopped and swished back and forth like an overstretched broken rubber band. This was a sight to see. It was more like a parade, a circus parade. The boys looked like the stereotype California Surfer, both had sun bleached long shoulder length blond hair. Both wore cut offs, calf length baggies, i.e., beach hip hugger shorts, and sleeveless T shirts over equally long calf length swim suit shorts slightly showing at the bottom fringes of the baggies. The taller one introduced himself as Jackie and then introduced the short and slightly younger one as Buzz. It was evident Jackie, an overt outgoing personality, was the leader - and Buzz, his second in command had a more conservative, quieter and passive personality.What made me go silent for a few minutes was when I looked immediately behind the two boys in the lead. There were six young girls with ages probably ranging from 14 to 20. All six were Americans and again stereotype California beach blonds dressed not too much differently than the two boys. But I could see they had tiny bikini bras on under their sleeveless T shorts. Instead of mid calf shorts like the boys, they had on what is called Thong bikinis pants. It was hard not to stare because the girls were young and beautiful, even under all the dirt they had collected on the walk through the mountain foliage and undergrowth .Tanned lithe bodies was all I could think of at that moment to describe them. Oh! I thought, to be so young again. Behind the six gringo girls were more young local Asian girls. I walked down their entire column shutting off the boom box which was sitting in a small cart with two wheels pulled by one attractive Asian girl. As I walked down the long line, I counted off seventeen young Asian girls, including the first six and the music boom box operator, and each was a beauty, no exception. There were three young Asian boys as well. All amounting to twenty Asians (17 girls and 3 boys) - plus six American California beach girls and the two American California beach boys. The total was a party of twenty eight young people. And they made a lot of noise on the march, with all the talking and laughing with the blasting boom box blocking out any intelligent life near them. This was one big party on wheels.I asked Jackie, Where are you headed, Jackie?Jackie said: We are going to North Vietnam and then into China. We are Children of God disciples. We are from Huntington Beach, California. Our spiritual leader is Moses David Berg; he guides us from Huntington Beach and also all the other missionaries who are imbedding the church, our communities into other cultures worldwide. We intend to impregnate other cultures with our beliefs in the new revolutionary Christianity. Getting the local women pregnant is most important in our so called, migration and impregnation into other cultures and converts program. We will enter into each culture in a way where it is not dependent upon us staying to prop up our communities or make them grow - they will grow from within the culture framework. We plant these moral seeds of the Children of God - and each culture will shape and mold the plants that sprout from these seeds into a form compatible and sustainable with their own culture. In the past, when other missionaries leave a culture, too often their work evaporates and dies out quickly because it is dependent upon these missionaries. We, the Children of God, do it differently. We go native, incorporating the local culture into our teaching and especially blending our teachings into their various cultures. We marry local girls and raise a family just like any other local family. We impregnate as many of the local young girls as we can and spawn new converts from birth. Buzz and I are the first prototype missionaries outside of the USA.I could hear Tony thinking as he looked at me but he did not dare utter; These guys are distributing their sperm in the name of salvation everywhere they go and throngs of local young, dumb and innocent girls, wherever these guys go, are buying into the salvation program.The Asian girls and guys were leading pack mules which were loaded with things; stuff that spared nothing in cost and included every imagined convenience and luxury. I said, You seem to have every modern day convenience packed up and brought with you. You have large tall tents, mobile kitchen and loads of food stuffs, furniture and beds, even luxuries I havent seen since I left the States. How can your unknown church and mission afford this massive cost? Most missions are always poor.Jackie said, My father is wealthy beyond words, as is Buzzs family. We have unlimited credit cards and stock up every time we get to civilization. We stocked up in Singapore and then left one of our American male friends in Bangkok, one in Cambodia, another in Burma and the fourth in Laos - their central goal is to open communities for the Children of God in those countries and fit inside their cultures using their vaginas and conception as a door way. All four have already found local wives; actually each has multiple wives, who have converted. We have been on the road for one year. So, we are doing very well with about 9,000 converts already counted. The plan is; Buzz will stay in North Vietnam and I will move north and stay in China.What about South Vietnam; dont you want a mission there also? I asked.Buzz said, The Communist North will win this war, so we know the country will be united under the Communists, so one community is sufficient to cover the entire new and future united nation as it spreads and envelops the south.I did not want to waste time in confrontation and argument, about who would win the war, with these two so called missionaries - so I let their statement pass me by unanswered.Thuy asked; Are you not part of the great upheaval and counter culture movement in America? You know, free love, hippies, love children, rock and roll music and experimental drug use - all designed to unhinge the Establishment and the Rich. You know, Bernadine and Bill, Black Panthers, Heights Ashbury, Canadian Underground Rail Road for American draft dodgers, Jane Fonda and that entire scene?Jackie said; Not really, but yes, in a way. Our leader, who is as I said, Moses David Berg - but whom we affectionately call, Mo - is smart and religious - he prepares his Writings and we follow them. Im convert number seven. Thus, Im very high in the hierarchy, which will one day be deleted, realigned or status made unimportant, once we are reorganized under a new world order. Our membership is growing leaps and bounds, so were expanding rapidly internationally. We, our communities, are openly protesting the war in Vietnam; we are against it but do not join street protests or make public pronouncements. Instead, we focus on our religion and especially recruiting and collecting converts.I stated as more of a question, And these six American girls your converts?Yes, three are my wives and three are Buzzs wives, Jackie saidOut of pure curiosity Tony asked, Which three are your wives and which three are wives to Buzz?Buzz replied, It doesnt matter. We share and what is mine is Jackies and what is Jackies is mine too. We officially call it sharing and it is part of our mission and teachings by Mo.Jackie said; Actually, now all the American girls and the Asian girls are our wives, which is why they travel with us. The Asian boys are converts and workers but can also share, by agreement.I said, What is the main theme of your Christianity and your proselytizing that has attracted so many converts so quickly?Jackie said - as he had a wagon pulled up, a wagon that was a large mobile barbeque grill; I think you will be very interested - but first let us prepare you a barbeque pork and lamb lunch. We all need to stop, eat, fortify and talk some more.The lamb and pork was already on their grill as they pulled it up near us. It could likely be the most stupid choice I had made yet on this hike, but I looked at my hungry, lip licking team and nodded my agreement. The nasty thought occurred to me the food might be drugged and we might die there. But I threw caution to the wind and enjoyed talking to these young kids who had more money than they would spend in a life time, but they were out trying to do some good for mankind - preaching peace and fellowship, worldwide. Maybe they could get to the younger people of their own age group and generation and do some good. When they pulled out a case of cold Coors beer, they won my heart. These guys had all the modern conveniences and some technologies I had never seen or heard of, like the way to keep beer near freezing cold forever on the road. I was amazed at the two hydro hover skate boards they rode - instead of walking like their group. They had a cordless battery energized small telephone that they could use to make a direct call to Daddy and reach Daddy wherever he was in the world by bouncing signals off the moon. They told me these are a few samples of the future.While talking about the technologies, I happened to notice that all the girls were stripping down and taking a quick cold bath in a small nearby stream. There in the water were 17 naked Asian girls and six naked American girls. They had no inhibitions and ran around naked. When they started drying off, they had only half dressed, with no tops and scant wrap around cloth as very small skirts. A guy could see all the girls most private body areas through those little thin cloth skirts. Not much left to the imagination. It was unexpected and unsettling for me as the leader. What was up?Jackie grinned at me sensing my discomfort or concern and said; Captain Jay, this is our way at any meal time when non-members are present. It is a ritual of sorts for the girls. You see, Moses David Berg has taught us to reach out and convert, bond and recruit new members in this manner as well as bond among ourselves through open uninhibited acts of sex and love. It is love through sex. These girls are doing what is very natural to them; they are hoping to give some love soon to any person who wants to join the Children of God community. To our way of thinking; Love is sex and sex is love. Sex is just our way of expressing Gods love to others. Several of the girls are bi-sexual and we have also three Asian boys who are excellent partners for women in sexual matters. We do not condone gays or lesbians, but turn our heads and especially we accept bisexual women. We perform this act which Moses David Berg has taught us, whenever we want to obtain more members, so it is natural for us. David Berg called it Flirty Fishing and we young guys just call it, Fucking Fling. Also, we share our wives on an all-three-party agreement basis.Buzz added, We are the Family of Love, thus, sex is within our boundaries of free and natural expression - and this manner of recruiting new members, flirting fishing, wins many converts.I silently thought, Right, these guys could recruit the whole 173rd Airborne in a week like this. Then turn to the PAVN, recruit them, and stop the coming battles and bloodshed between the two.Just when I thought I had seen it all, Jackie said, While we eat this fine barbeque, I want to introduce my new companions, my Twelve Disciples of Love - whom you have not seen until now because they had stopped in a stream back down the trail to bath and frolic. They are coming now so let me introduce them one by one. Each is representing a Love Goddess from history. These twelve are supreme, beautiful, powerful and alluring - and all others pale by comparison. Since leaving California and trekking the world, we have encountered many people of different Beliefs, Morals and Customs - many have incorporated our Beliefs into their Beliefs, yet we as well have also absorbed many of their beliefs, morals and customs into our Beliefs. Because the original message of Jesus was modified and perhaps corrupted by Greek and Roman Ways, called Hellenization, we have been cautious to not absorb anything that would corrupt us but accept only enhancements.Jack hesitated and then resumed, These Twelve Goddesses, now my Disciples, have contributed so much to our Belief. I have set them up as a Sacred Order within our Church. We call that Order, The Priapus, a name of an ancient Greek god. My Goddesses, my Disciples, are unparalleled masters of love, sex, ecstasy and other powers. They are Divine and a Way to the Soul for all men. They believe God is not Dead, as Existentialists proclaim, but God, or The Supreme Being, is a Woman. They have a different version or Take on the story of the Garden of Eden and think it a male lie. Instead, it was man who tempted Eve, the woman, with the Apple, Sin and eternal slavery, suffering and submission to the man.I said; Doesnt the name of their Order and god, Priapus, mean phallus - like a male penis?Jackie replied, Yes, correct. These ladies worship, love, make offerings to and do sacrifice to five other major gods - along with worship of grand Priapus - who are Penisio, Phallusio, Futuio, Fallaticioso and Cunnilingio. These gods got their names from ancient Greek philosophers and have been slightly Americanized in spelling and pronunciation. These twelve goddesses have many various relics and idols, some large and some small, made in the likeness of these gods. Sometimes they sleep with an image of the god Penisio, who brings these lady gods self satisfaction as a masturbation toy. Then also, there are the elfs and dwarfs consorts, and the god Pan, as we will see later.Thuy said, I think, the names are all related to mans body parts, called the penis, dick or cock. The god Priapus was ancient Sumerian god and the idol image was a little man with both hands gripping a huge penis in the hard on, erect position. His penis was grotesquely long and large, like a weapon to be feared. His idol was often placed in the garden of wealthy homes to ward off thieves and intruders. It was a custom in the ancient times that if a man was victorious in a personal fight or a military battle, he was entitled to rape and sodomize, even force fallatio on his enemy in the public - all as a way of showing the winners victory, manhood, power and demand for respect. If a man caught another in sex acts with his wife, he could legally cut off the mans ears and nose then force the beaten, guilty man to suck his penis fallatio - in public. The huge evil looking penis of Priapus was a warning sign of the consequences of invading and stealing - or screwing his wife.Thuy paused as if thinking before speaking; Penisio is simply worship of the mans penis. Phallusio is the same, a penis thing. But perhaps different than Penisio or penis, in a sense; for example, the Penisio is one to be fondled, petted and admired by a woman, for her to masturbate it; a penis to be loved, kissed, licked, sucked and fucked with the woman in control. She is the driver and in control using the Penisio as a steering wheel to take it where she pleases. Once the penis is properly aroused, desirous and hardened; then comes insertion into the chalice of ecstasy. In the common Penisio sex act the position is often when the woman sits over top of and rides the man, who lies on his back. The woman controls her body motions to give herself satisfaction. Jay has said it like she is riding the horse or carnival merry-go-round pony. On the other hand, Phallusio, represents the phallus or his dong or cock but more; it represents a superiorly dominance over a woman, he is powerful and demanding. He takes charge and maintains absolute control over the woman - he has the skills, experience and knowledge to make her a slave to his phallus. The goddesses no doubt know they can start out with one, Penisio, and finish up with another, Phallusio, in just one nights encounter.Thuy paused and said, Now, Fallaticioso is what men of today call, blow job or head job - or sucking my dick - fellatio. It means to fondle, masturbate, kiss, lick and suck the phallus of a man. It is the way to control a man totally if properly done. Man will become addicted to womans art of Fallatio because he cannot get any lasting pleasure from what is called the left hand path, or self masturbation. This Roman left hand path, sometimes called jacking off, is not to be confused with the Hindu Left Hand Path of Sacred Sex. Nor should Sacred Sex be confused with Sacred Prostitution in the Temple. All three are very different. Next, Cunnilingio is a god representing a male licking, kissing and fondling with his tongue the females vulva, labia, clitoris and little wings. This act is called cunnilingus. The females organs or gentalia are called cunnus - thus the vulgar and filthy word, cunt, used in ancient battles when men slaughtered and raped women - calling them cunts. Because most ancient men like the Arabs, Romans and Greeks, did not perform cunnilingus, my ancient goddesses somehow feel a desperate need for it and literally worship the man who can master it, or else as an alternative perhaps fall prey to another woman who can and will. It is a sexual skill that takes time, patience and skill - but it is most rewarding because the women will kill to capture, posses and keep exclusively the man who is a master of cunnilingus, as is the god, Cunnilingio. It is an art of or within itself.Thuy took a deep breath and continued, Finally, the idolized god, Futuio, is a derivative from a simple word, futuo, thus Futuio. The word futuo derives further from an ancient word meaning, fuck. There is no other shorter way to express the sexual act whether the act is motivated by love, lust or money, fucking has many meanings. It can mean bad or good, like fucking good or fucking bad, when actually and paradoxically, fucking bad also means it is good and not bad. It can mean fuck you, like go to hell. It can mean fucked up like the situation is totally chaos and perhaps irreparable or I made a mistake or I drank way too much, all fucked up. The list of uses and meanings goes on and on. Bur how enticing is it when a woman tells a man she wants to fuck? Or a thrilling and welcoming experience on one hand - or on the other hand a threatening anxiety and fear when a man doesnt ask but instead tells a woman, Im going to fuck you.Thuy stopped and said; Well that is all some stuff I learned in University. You know how it is when we are young we explore these concepts as forbidden fruit, and know we must know what they mean; that is, if we are to remain virgins and yet know the meanings of such matters that we will encounter when we marry a man. So we girls talked and read a lot - some yearned and dreamed a lot.Jackie interjected and said, Here come my Twelve Disciples now. Let me start by introducing the major goddess who guides the others. Though she is now or appears to be only twenty years old, she is the most ancient of all; perhaps going back as far as recorded civilization.He said, This is Inanna, 5000 BCE, goddess of fertility, war, lust, sex and love with a Temple in ancient Samaria, in the city of Uruk or present day Iraq, often called the Cradle of Civilization, where Man all started from. If you note, all the other beliefs and gods have similar bylines and similarities with the Sumerians. It is as if all mankind started there and went out into the world, first to where rivers provided the richest grounds for hunting, gathering and farming - in China, in India, in Egypt and in Nigeria and Brazil and Mexico, and North America too. What she and her associate gods taught are repeated over and over. Her Way was taught near ancient Babylon, Mesopotamia along the rivers Euphrates and Tigres.She was majestic in her pointed hat, a symbol of royalty; her single knee length, thin robe garment hung loosely on her voluminous body. Her hard breasts were like large oranges and not encased in a bra or band, as the nipples of one I slightly glimpsed when she leaned forward to shake my hand. She was very lofty and royal in demeanor; and her robe had figures of birds and fish. But when I looked closer and deeper into her eyes, she had the eye of a mischievous girl; one who might sneak off in the night to meet a secret forbidden lover or perhaps lustfully frequent the dark streets like a prostitute. I could not help but to notice, she wore the necklace of pearls so often associated with ancient prostitutes. In one hand she held the Mes scrolls or blueprints to all spiritual and earthly things too. This scroll she stole by using no doubt her womanly charms and skills.In her other hand she held a tall walking staff where wound about it from top to bottom with an image carved in the figure of a snake; the snake meaning authority, power and knowledge - but this staff was also a measuring rod and on it was written plain to see, Penisio. Tall, slender and beautiful beyond belief with an air and hint of wisdom - it was not hard to comprehend why she would be the one to head the other goddesses. On her left wrist she had an amulet representing the Penisio and a single eye also.Jackie then introduced Hathor 3500 BCE, the Egyptian goddess of love as well as music and dance - she also welcomed the dead and helped them climb the ladder to heaven. She was as many ancient Egyptian gods, a goddess of the underworld and darkness, and the moon. But she would also consort with the god of the Sun, if need be. She wore the headdress of the viper, the cobra with its wings spread out about her head and shoulders. Her dark beauty was alluring and irresistible, perhaps this is where Cleopatra, not really physically beautiful, found the skills and Will to fascinate and captivate Roman Emperors Caesar and Mark Anthony to boot. She wore a short skirt and her long slender, tanned, smooth shaven muscular legs were exciting and gave rise to my fantasies. She was there before the Greeks, the Turks and others conquered Egypt and was pure of their corruptions and Hellenization. She was adorned with much jewelry of gold, silver and turquoise. On her left wrist she had an amulet representing the Penisio and a single eye also.Jackie next introduced the ancient Indian Hindu goddess of love, that is, Devi Durga, 3500 BCE, who was known to be invincible and unconquerable. Devi was the manifestation of many goddesses of love, fertility, war, strength and so forth. She could bring any man to enlightenment, a goddess to suit all needs of a man. To make love to Devi would be to lay down with her and suddenly, according to ones temperament and needs, have sex with another. She had over one hundred and eight associate goddesses to select from. But she had a main core of eight pillars of supporting goddesses who were: Sara Swati, of learning and culture, perhaps a plutonic love; Shr Lakshmi, the lotus who could dispel all darkness, sin and depression in ones soul; Parvat, who was the daughter of the mountains, loyal and devoted; Radha, who helped one gain prosperity and property; Sita, who is the ideal wife and soul mate; Soundarye, a flood of beauty who can help one reach center of power within oneself; Rahu, who swallowed the Sun and then the Moon, then brought them back. She can make a mans orgasms felt like a trip from life to death and back - and number eight, Kali, who is the warrior, black and blue skin, muscular and frightening with a garland of miniature human skulls. She is the epitome of domination over any man.I thought, Sex with Kali would be like fucking a tiger - or worse, a tiger fucking me. Thus, to select Devi as a wife would be like a Menu of Love and Sex for a man, and a mans ideal situation. Get one hundred and eight goddesses or personalities and temperaments wrapped into one. Or is that not nearly what any man gets when he marries a woman? On her left wrist she had an amulet representing the Penisio and a single eye also.Next Jackie introduced, the Greek goddess, Aphrodite the goddess of love, pleasure and procreation of ancient Greece, 3,500 BCE. Fair skinned stature like and classical beauty; she was well versed in the philosophies, arts, literature and humanities. She had many gods as lovers - and beautiful young boy Adonis was her favorite while she was being a surrogate mother and lover too. He did not heed her warnings about hunting, and he got castrated by a wild pig and died in her arms. She needs warm tender lovers who care about her pleasure too. It is rumored, she says it is necessary for a man to enter the race of sex; not leave her behind and cross the finish line of sexual climax together. One of her companion goddess was borrowed from more ancient Egypt, her name was, Isis, 3500 BCE.Number five, was Venus of Rome, 500 BDE. The Romans called her the Love Goddess and worshiped her faithfully yet gave courtesy to a few others from time to time, but none compared to Venus. The rose was her flower and myrtle in a wreath was her crown. She seemed to emit a poisonous charm, magic and sensuality. She could be easy prey to become a love slave to any mortal man who was a master of Cunnilingus - because no men in Rome would help a woman with that desire vulgarly called lick the clit. Venus was really Aphrodite stolen from the Greeks as were near all Roman gods, literature, philosophies, government, arts and science - stolen culture. The Romans were builders and warriors. They were aggressive, hard, cold, war like and imperialistic; and in turn their feelings about love were less romantic than the Greeks and more about lust and domination. The Romans were more about law, order, unity, soldiers, war, spoils of war and rigidity - so once the Romans conquered them, they borrowed from the Greeks all their finest things to insert into the manufacture of a more polite and polished culture. One of the greatest stories ever told about love was borrowed from the Greeks, Cupid and Psyche or the Golden Ass by Algerian Greek Apeleius, 125 BCE. Cupid was of Desire and Love while Psyche was of Soul, Innocence and Breath of Life. One lesson the Greeks offered but the Romans ignored, at great peril, cost and loss of Empire, was dont provide Free Bread - meaning hand outs like free wheat and welfare to all classes of citizens, poorest to richest, and companies as well in an effort to curry favors-in-return, support and influence. On her left wrist she had an amulet representing the Penisio and a single eye also.Next was White Peony, Bai Mudan of China. A seducer extraordinaire, with cunning and intrigue her badges. She was dangerous and the one to go to when a man needed to explore the hidden things about power politics, powers of love and powers of sexual act as applied to government, practicalities and earthly life. 4000 BCE - White Peony was the master of Taoism and sacred sex acts, the Chinese ways. She could take a man into his deepest soul during sacred sex acts. On her left wrist she had an amulet representing the Penisio and a single eye also.Then Jackie introduced us to Toci of the Aztec of ancient Mexico 1200 BCE. Actually named Tlazolteotl, she was a love goddess in the middle of a huge ancient society of homosexuals. She had few requests in this environment for advice and help with romance, man-with-woman sex and love. But she persisted over the centuries in her quest to convert homosexual men into heterosexual love, and was winning when the Spanish Conquistadors came to Mexico. The Spanish had a lot of their own secret homosexuals hidden among the Conquistadors, but had hidden that fact - and yet paradoxically they persecuted the Indians for homosexual beliefs and acts. It was said, that many of the Conquistadors sought and even bought the services of young gay prostitute Aztec Indian boys at night to satisfy themselves, then hunted and killed them by day to satisfy the King and Queen in Spain. Because of this terrible situation, Toci, who pointed out this crime, became one of the most respected goddesses on Earth and developed some exceptionally powerful capabilities and potions. She could make a man want a woman and reject another man for love and sexuality needs. She converted hundreds of thousands of Aztec men and Spanish as well. The Aztec had erected temples to Toci for returning their men. Tocis greatest power is to make a man a slave to a woman and the man will want a woman so desirously as to drive him insane, if he is refused female sex and love. On her left wrist she had an amulet representing the Penisio and a single eye also.Next, was a real beauty and she was Qetesh. She was a goddess of love in Canaan. She was mentioned on the Bible - short, slender and very young in about 1200 BCE. On her left wrist she had an amulet representing the Penisio and a single eye also.Turan was a goddess in 600 BCE of the Etruscans located in ancient Italy in the Tuscany area and forerunners of the Romans and their Empire. Turan disappeared along with the Etruscans in about 300 BCE, and was assumed to have been absorbed or destroyed by the earliest Romans or Latins as we will call them. But actually she never went away and has been worshiped in secret for all this time. She is a rare beauty, maybe the most beautiful as she combines the most attractive characteristics and appealing appearances of the Greeks, the Carthegian and the Romans. She is the goddess who permanently drains the aggressions, anger and desire to kill out of warriors - and transforms them into lovers and peaceful citizens. She, while much needed, is thus not a favorite in Rome. But she helps men, during sacred sex, go beyond borders and their perceived limitations to excel. She abhors prostitution and promotes free love. On her left wrist she had an amulet representing the Penisio and a single eye also.Next was a Buddhist goddess with no name except Consort. 800 BCE: She is very young and small of stature - barely of legal sexual consensual age, and looks much younger. She sits in an embrace on the lap of the Forever One she calls Yab Yum, who is not Buddha but has some strong physical similarities. He holds her close on his lap like a grandfather would hold a granddaughter; but upon a much careful and closer look - under her long loose dress she has straddled his leg and lifted her dress slightly to cover the fact that Yab Yum has his huge hard penis in her vulva and she is moving just so slowly as they fuck in the most public but hidden manner. No one passing by the couple would even notice it to be more than an old man cuddling up a young girl, young enough to be his grandchild. She is in heaven with his skills; the old man, a master, has enlightened her together in sacred sex - and these ancient magical skills are what she teaches to other mortal men and women - the art of the Embrace. On her left wrist she had an amulet representing the Penisio and a single eye also.Number twelve and the last Goddess is Freya, a tall, white, blond, long legged and powerfully built Norse goddess of love, magic and divination. It is known she has a fetish and sleeps with dwarfs, four at a time as a fact, in exchange for power and favors the dwarfs grant to her. She has two favorite companions; one is Kurupri whose domain is South America and another is Oshum, the Black goddess, from Yoruba land, present day Nigeria. Both countries are expected to become major world power centers by 2050. Oshum is a black lady, who is rumored to be associated with black and dark witch power in Cuba, but otherwise she is the one to go to if one is to gain magical powers - and you can do that through sacred sexual union with her. The same with Freya, she is a companion of Oshum, so when you get Freya you get Oshum, you get then both in sexual union. You might want to be sure and tell them not to bring their friend, Kurupri who is a little ugly, hairy, scrunch and dwarf of a man with a gigantic penis which is always hard as steel, one that he constantly holds up with both hands at forty five degrees angle to the heavens. He is one of the four dwarfs that Freya prefers to sleep with. I was stunned by Freyas beauty. She was tall, blond, and slender with a full build of cleavage and curves that would challenge any man. No woman except Venus could compare, and none if you preferred perfect Nordic blonds. If Hitler were alive, he would cry in envy of this superwoman, the ideal model for a perfect Aryan race. But the drawbacks of going with Freya were one had to entertain Oshum and find a way to get rid of Kurupri the dwarf. But Freya said that should be left up to her as the goddess, and this four way activity would open up a wonderful new world of sexual freedom, release my taboos and bring higher enlightened to me - and in my thoughts I added, if I survive.Jackie said, Well, there you have it; you have met my twelve disciples and a few of their consorts. They, as well as any girl in my camp, are offering their services to you and your team tonight and of course it is on the houses as they say, or free and no obligations. Of course, we hope you join our faith.I had to beg off and found too many obvious weak excuses.Jackie said, Well, I dont want to forget to tell you that we offer a two week religious experience vacation package to Bali a onetime special offer good for only 24 hours when the offer expires. You will be hosted, cared for and entertained by my Twelve Disciples, one for each day and night. That way you will experience all the Twelve Open Pathways to our One Way. One Path for each night for twelve nights and a final party night with all the goddesses attending to you the last night - and you pick which one you want to revisit with you on the final night. The entire package is only 5,000 US dollars per person, all inclusive once you arrive on the Island of Bali.I looked at the disappointment on the faces of all my men, and changed my mind and took Jackie up on the offer for my men, if they elected to participate. But, I made each of my men swear an oath to go in the morning, no matter what, and finish the mission. They agreed whole heatedly with grand smiles and laughter.Well, all my guys - but myself got converted - even if the conversion to Children of God was just for the one day and night. I had to be the all night sentry guard with Thuy. Jackie, Buzz and their crew could likely wiggle their way out of any North Vietnam ambush or confrontation with this love, god and sex sales pitch. These guys were just interested in collecting converts and new members. But so were Catholic and Christian missionaries who roamed the area as well for centuries. Who am I to judge? Hell, I guess Jackie would just welcome an encounter with my enemies - just so they could find more converts. Well, I never did understand the counter culture anyhow so why try now? I didnt even have the balls to tell my men they had to move on and miss this religious experience. All my Vietnamese men in the team were Buddhist, well, except Lt. Kim who was Catholic. Tony was near Catholic - went to services twice a year for his Mother, as he said. Thuy was definitely very much Catholic.The next morning, after two hours plus of Bible Lessons over breakfast, I gathered up my motley crew who looked half dead, and said our goodbyes and wished each other, good luck.Sergeant Boomer, the consummate warrior, said it well, A couple days ago, I got a long hard lesson in love at Frans farm of prostitutes; today I got another intense and harder lesson in young free love that started at a religious revival type of cook out. I have had about enough love and religion, all expressed though sacred sex - that is enough for me for the rest of the year, lets go find a nasty war to fight, and kill other warriors.Tony said; I have been almost converted. I need to go back and finish getting fully converted, over and over again. I signed up for the vacation package of two weeks in Bali.We caught several of Jackies little young girl wives trying to follow and join us. Well, not really join us but rather best said, join Radar - and we had to stop, chase them through the elephant grass, catch them and send them back in tears to Jackie and Buzz.I said, I guess I will just end up going to Hell since I missed the conversion ceremonies.Tony asked me, What was the meaning of these ambulates with the one eye and symbol of a phalanx all about?I laughed and replied so Thuy could not hear me, The ancient fear of the one all Seeing Eye is considered a sign of evil. The male phalanx has one eye or opening which ancient women associated with the One Eye of Evil. When doing falletto on our penis, the women would use their right hand, the one with the amulet, to jack it and hold it as they licked it; and they believed this act brought them good omens, good fortune and good luck - and would ward off evil for a long time.Tony replied, Whatever ancient guy who created and sold that bull shit could have made millions of dollars on Madison Avenue selling magical advertisement and marketing concepts.I said, Well, you know there are a lot of lessons to learn in history, right?Thuy just gave me a half ass grin, lightly bumped and squeezed passed me on the narrow trail - so as to let me get caught square on by the springy branches which she pulled back - and then let fly back in my face like whips, rather than cutting them with her machete as we had been doing all along the hike. Between her and Radar, a guy would have to go out a couple miles to have a private conversation.I kept my mind closed so she could not read my thoughts about that one cute little American girl surfer who came to me completely nude, held my hands tight in her hands and pressed my palms to her orange sized, firm breasts. I, of course being an older, mature gentleman, regular officer and leader by example, and stoic, just ignored the poor little girl - who so wanted to have a religious experience and recruit a new member. I wondered if this recruitment to Christianity via using sacred sex is a form of control. I wondered jokingly if it was even fair play or a level playing field when competing with other major religions, like Islam or the Jewish religions. Heck, this guy Moses David Berg stole the Alis thunder and lifted a page from Mohammed - when he decided to not wait until death, but to give Gods Children converts a package of 1,000 young virgins now on earth, free when they convert, instead of upon death in Jihad. This might reduce the amount of Muslim suicide bombers volunteers down to zero. Especially now you add in twelve alluringly beautiful goddesses, who want to take you on a love and sex trip to enlightenment or heaven and back. Wow, what is going to be the next phase for religion? Sure does put Jimmy and Tammy Baker, the TV evangelists who over-sold time shares in heavens condos, back into the Dark Ages!Up the mountains we go. 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