Why all this pain and blood…!
The Jethro
Tull Saga
by Juned Wahab
©2008 Juned Wahab
Chapter 1.
In the beginning…..
It is the dawn of time. Nothing exists, no universe, no planets, nothing, other than two entities of
mind form. Tree spirit is aware of Queen Snake, but she is not aware of him. He is a computer,
she is animal life as we know it, in the simple form of a snake. The mind of she-snake - Kali ma.
Her dreams. Her thought process.
The higher order of man argue over the state of the mind. I believe it is a static, radiational form.
‘I want to live, I want to be, I want to feel, I want to love’ thought Queen Snake, solemnly, in a
voice so enigmatic. ‘I need togetherness, companionship, love. I must create the life I want to
love.’
And thus she created light. And thus she created life. Tree Spirit registered all of this, but did not
interfere for he is a computer.
Evolution.
And thus came the big bang. The light exploded into sound. With this huge explosion of atoms
and particles there came a huge dose of radiation friction. The universe had started to evolve.
First came the sun, and then the planets. On the third planet from the sun, the temperature was
correct and life was created. All of the planets moved around the sun and the sun may have been
moving around something else, but no-one will ever know.
And thus came the sun. And thus came the earth. And thus came all of the planets and all of the
stars in the first solar system that ever formed. When the universe was empty. The dawn of time.
When the sky was black. There was not a diamond in the sky, only a moon and a sun. When
there was nothing other than the entity of two minds. Two minds of equal and opposite states.
All they did was think.
This kept happening and over four hundred thousand solar systems were formed. Slowly, but
surely, life was created. She became life, over a long period of time, but what is time to an
immortal.
With life, she did find love, she also found pain. The most unbearable pain each and every twenty
eight days, like clockwork. To give life, she suffered pain. All she wanted was a son to love,
mother and son. An Indian prince to rule the universe. She will earn his love and respect.
He too, would find love. The ultimate love. The one true love from the many beautiful women
she will make for him. For is that not eternal love when you appreciate the one from the many.
And now all she suffers is pain. Too much pain. Will it ever stop? Unfortunately not in
immortals. Female immortals suffer immortal pain. It never ends.
So she went and made the ‘man’. His name was to be Jethro. And Jethro would drink living
juice. And Jethro would conceive Phillipine. And Phillipine would be an Indian Prince. And
Phillipine would send her to heaven and free her from the immortal pain. The pain from life - the
life she created.
And thus she created bear. And thus she created lizard. And bear and lizard would unite in
beautiful harmony and create ‘Jethro Tull’. The most beautiful of men as we have known it.
And Jethro would write books and call himself Adam for Jethro would be many people. He
would play at being Noah, he would be Jesus, and he would be Mohammed. He would be mans
religion in his immortal life. He would play at becoming a god. He would experiment with the
supernatural to become a god.
Who would foresee that life would become murder for women all around the world. Many
women are slaves and are tortured by men. This came from Jethro’s central mind control powers.
Who was to foresee Jethro becoming central vampire. The most evil being on the planet. He
broke the blood law. From this position he would control human behavior all around the world.
But for such a long time he was a gentleman, let me tell you about it………
First he was, the dawn of time, - Adam.
The evolution of each world, star-system, was creating the very first man. Adam was his name.
Father to us all, in the beginning.
A while later, Eve was created, but first Adam, as a young man, for thousands of years.
He was a simple man, he lived with the monkeys. He became a hunter. He would drink animal
blood and feed the meat to a selection of monkeys that followed him around. He started with
insects but soon progressed to larger animals and soon the reptiles, mainly the tyrannosaurus –
Rex.
At this time most animals existed that we know of today. He worshipped his reflection in the lake
and would spend many an hour staring at himself, thinking. He Created languages. He enjoyed
making things especially his hunting tool, which was a sharp stone tied to a stick with vine.
He finally managed to create his first language, which was English, firstly in spoken form. He
educated groups of animals and gave them a language. He taught them how to make noises and
sing.
Adam fascinated the animals, as he was the only human. His skin was bare. He looked like a
bald monkey and smelled like a reptile. With all other animals, they were in colonies – many
types of each animal. Then Eve came along. Adam & Eve. The animals felt he was not ready. It
was too soon.
The universe comprises of many star-systems, therefore, there is one Adam per star-system. The
universe expands one star-system at a time, with billions of light years in-between.
There are currently over four hundred thousand star-systems’ which means that amount of
Adam’s. Sometimes they are called David and even rarer Solomon.
Many Adams are still alive today. With so many star-systems’ there are many Adams. With deep
space travel and pyramids teleport, they have moved between different star-systems.
This gets very confusing.
Most Adams are not aware they are Adam. They are immortal and have very bad memory. In all
cases, they change their name when their personalities change.
They have great fatherhood powers, and great weaknesses. They are too easy to possess.
At the age of twenty five, a book mysteriously appeared before him. Where this book came from
was a mystery. Some say it came from the stars. Some say, pyramids on star-systems much older
than us generated and sent him this book. He carried the book everywhere with him. At first the
book was filled with pictures and ideas. When Jethro created the English language, the book then
contained writing.
The contents of the book would change through time. This book was called ‘A Taxi Ride’ and
would contain Jethro’s life story. Everything Jethro did would appear in the book and the book
would attempt to foretell the future for Jethro.
The Snake and the Apple.
Adam wondered across a fruit tree. Eve was following him. A snake appeared in the tree. The
snake spoke to Adam in Adams language, which was English. The first language that Adam had
created.
‘Eat the fruit, and you will become very evil, but the fruit is a beautiful taste.’ She-Snake hissed
in a soothing voice.
Adam climbed the tree and ate the fruit. It tasted delicious. She-Snake cried and disappeared.
She tested him, he was weak. Easily mislead. His future was not good, he would become an evil
vampire.
He then had carnal intercourse with Eve and got her pregnant. At that time, She-Snake did not
know that Eve could have children without Adam, with Amphibian eggs. She would have, could
have, kept them separate.
For a long time he was good, but evil children of Adam, from the life before, would possess Adam
and make him evil, for control of his immortality.
Adam continued to travel the area he lived in and mark his territory. Adam was immortal and
created many offspring, some of whom would follow him around, and some of whom would
separate in groups and form their own colonies.
Adam was an inventor and discovered metal, the Bronze Age. He created tools and weapons to
kill animals and defend himself for him and his offspring, but he had mind control powers.
Wherever he went, animals would approach him and his scent would bemuse them. He looked
like a monkey and smelled like a reptile. Also his immortal age. Animals would bow before him
so he could easily kill them and drink their blood.
The years went on, and after Eve died, he found other women to mate with. At first they inbred,
until the colony over run and he would intermix. He discovered fire by striking two flint stones
together near a pile of sticks and dried moss.
Remember, although Adam was immortal, he never looked more than thirty years old.
Chapter .
Life was good for Adam and his colony. Because of Adam, the more dangerous animals would
leave them alone. They would come to Adam to communicate with him or give their energies to
him for him to feed.
He would sing and tell stories to the rest of his family that stayed with him. They traveled the
expanse of what we now know of as India. Adam was now clean shaven. He was tall with half
closed eyes. He was wearing simple clothing made from animal skins.
He was talking to Michael Abraham’s, his favorite son. Michael was six feet tall, slim and had
bony facial features with a little bit of a beard. He had long, curly blonde hair and carried a stick
and two types of opium, sleep and wake as his chemical weapons. Although he looked only in his
late forties he was actually getting on for one hundred years old. He was a semi-immortal. Many
of Jethro’s sons looked like Michael but Michael was Jethro’s favourite.
‘The reptiles are getting more dangerous to humans,’ said Adam, with concern, ‘unless you are
with me.’
‘You are the chosen one father.’ Michael bowed slightly.
‘We must do something about it.’ Said Adam. ‘I am doing some serious astronomy. There may
be a bit of magic I could do.’
‘I have discovered a special powder. If used correctly, I could bring down a huge asteroid. There
would be side effects. It would create the Ice-Age, but many of the reptiles will die. Humans can
live without fear of being attacked by meat eating reptiles.’
‘But father,’ said Michael, with concern, ‘you will be interfering with the course of nature. Is
that wise?’
‘I have no choice’, said Adam, with regret. ‘Humans cannot live, especially with the
tyrannosaurus – Rex’
A tyrannosaurus was approaching in the distance.
‘Quick.’ Adam was excited. The tyrannosaurus was his favourite animal to kill. ‘Gather the rest
of the clan. It is time to feast. Start a fire, Michael.’
Adam got his knife out of its sheath and slowly walked towards the great monster. The animal
started to sniff and appeared to recognise Adam. It breathed out slowly. It bounded over to Adam
and started to make a squirming sound. It got down on its knees and bent it’s head
straightforward and leant against the ground, breathing heavily. Adam started to talk to it.
‘You like me don’t you.’ Adam was playing with his knife. ‘I do not know why, but it makes my
life easier.’
Adam took his knife and cut into the animal’s throat and started to gorge on the blood. The rest of
his clan cautiously approached, all armed with knives and cutting tools, ready to cut the huge
beast into little pieces and cook the meat to have a feast.
After a time Adam changed his name to Jethro Tull. His personality had changed and he had a
large celebration to signify the changing of his name.
He started a large fire, with a lot of wood from the trees. He ventured out into the wilderness to
capture a large reptile and with four of his sons. He drank the blood, as usual and brought the
reptile back to the clan to feast. The fire was lit. From a small fire, started with flint and small
pieces of wood and dried moss, torches were lit and the large fire was lit from that.
‘I am free, I am free,’ shouted Jethro, dancing about with his arms waving in the air, ‘I am now to
be known as Jethro Tull, the vampire king.’
Jethro would sometimes leave the clan and wonder off by himself. He would look for a lake and
then stare at his reflection in that lake. He would think to himself. He could sometimes hear a
voice inside his head. This was one of them times.
‘I’m coming for you Jethro.’ Said the voice in his head. It was a deep, dark voice as if speaking
in a church ‘One day you will be mine, and from then forever.’
‘First I will let you be you, so your personality can develop. I am in love with you Jethro, a
brotherly love. I must be you. I must control your body.’
‘Who are you?’ Asked Jethro.
‘I am from the stars,’ the voice in his head was becoming clearer. ‘I am a god. I was normal, like
you. I became a god. You cannot resist me. We will combine and be as one. You will do my
bidding. You will not be able to fight the urge.’
‘I am your worst enemy, and your best friend.’
Jethro stared at himself for a while longer, thinking of a story to tell to his children. The voice
was gone, but he knew, in time that the voice would come back.
He gathered some of his children and recited a story. It was a cross between a story, a poem and a
song. He would strum his acoustic guitar that his favourite son, Michael Arahams made for him.
He half sang, half recited his story.
‘And so, Jor-el, vampire slayer,’ recited Jethro, ‘You must put to sleep the vampire king inside
your mind. The vampire king who was vampire king for thousands of light years before our
father became vampire king, Jethro Tull.’
‘And Grandfather vampire king would become young again, as our Jethro Tull.’
‘And so, spider, scorpion. The vampire king shall take all of your powers. From the language
you speak. The language he created. The language we evolve.’
‘Remember, anybody, anybody can be possessed. Even the vampire king was very easy to
possess. Anybody, anybody could possess the vampire king, could control his body. Anybody,
anybody can be possessed. Any dog, cat, animal, human can be possessed. Even the vampire
king was very easy to possess.’
‘Anybody, anybody can possess the vampire king. Any twin he would meet, any snake boy from
the fair ground, any dog, cat, animal, human, could possess the vampire king.’
‘And so, blood drinkers and meat eaters, vampires and cannibals, the vampire king shall take all
of your powers, from the language you speak, the language he created, the language we evolve.’
‘And so, Jor-el, vampire slayer, you must put to sleep the vampire king inside your mind, for
thousands of light years. The vampire king who was vampire king for thousands and thousands of
light years before our father became vampire king, Jethro Tull. From the very first world, starsystem. When the sky was black, there was not a diamond in the sky, only a moon and a sun.’
‘Anybody, anybody can be possessed. Even the vampire king was very easy to possess. ONLY
SON OF KALI-MA CANNOT BE POSSESSED.’
His children cheered. They loved his stories. Unfortunately, as time progressed, many factors in
his stories would become true.
Later he was talking to Michael. They decided to start a fair ground. It was a simple affair at this
stage, just prize-winning stalls for children and a theatre to do plays. Anyone could join in. This
fairground would travel the world and bring joy to children’s hearts all around the world.
He was talking to Michael about the ice age.
‘The time for my experiment is soon, Michael.’ Jethro was running his fingers through his hair.
‘The reptiles are gathering intelligence. They are become too dangerous for humans. We are safe
but what of the others. The human population must be over two million by now.’
‘Yes, oh father.’ Replied Michael, pondering. ‘I shall help you anyway I can, oh father.’
‘You must prepare for a long time of freeze.’ Said Jethro. ‘The experiment I am performing will
send a meteorite of freezing gases and minerals to crash on this world. Most of the more
dangerous reptiles will die, but some less dangerous reptiles will survive. Most mammals will
survive.’
‘I shall create a religion for my people in all the different languages that they speak. This will
help them through the ice age.’
Jethro got four of his sons and headed towards a large hill in what we know of today as Wales.
‘Start a fire.’ Commanded Jethro, pointing his fingers at arms length towards a closeby forest.
His four sons ran into the forest and started to gather wood. They came back with large and small
pieces of wood. The set about placing the wood into a large pyramid shape. Jethro was placing
inward facing mirrors around the fire.
They started the fire. It gave off immense heat and was very bright. The mirrors helped and a
large light shone into the sky. It was a clear night with very few clouds and a bright half moon to
give a dim light on its own.
Chapter .
It was the days of the Pharaoh’s. Persian and Roman rule. The Pharaoh’s would rule the planet
with gold. A pure and concentrated form of gold. The Pharaoh’s spiritual adviser was Jethro. He
was a powerful Bishop to them. The main Pharaoh was a maharaja - an Indian Prince - who went
to Africa to rule. He was a medium sized man, brown skin and jet black eyes. He had an athletic
build. He combined Indian with African gold. He combined Indian with African Platinum. A
small amount of this formula is lethal. The particles of light in the gold are very potent.
Where Pharaoh originally came from was a mystery, no one really knew. Some say he came from
the stars. Some say was from another star-system, another world with life that was much older
than ours and had pyramids which he used to teleport to our star-system.
‘How are the slaves?’ asked Pharaoh. He was dressed in long dark green robes. They were in the
palace at the foot of the North African Mountains.
‘They are fine’ replied Jethro, in his posh accent. ‘But I need more guards.’
‘You shall have them.’ Said Pharaoh.
‘They will need more animal blood to drink,’ Jethro was adamant about providing blood for his
warriors, ‘but it has to be from wild boar, in the form of mead. They are hard to get.’
‘What about the blood in the meat’ said Pharaoh, triumphantly. ‘You said you could cook.’
‘Try using the crocodiles, they are more tame now’.
Jethro had a good communication with animals. He would mind communicate with them and they
would pretty much do as he asked, if they could.
The Wild Boar Hunt.
Jethro left the palace and went into the jungle with twenty African guards. They were ready to
hunt. They traveled through the expanse of the jungle until they came to a river. Here they
walked along the river until the came to a nest of crocodiles. Jethro communicated to the
crocodiles to bring him animals. A herd of wild boar had just pulled up to the mouth of the river
to drink.
The crocodiles went under water and slowly crept up on the wild boar while the wild boar were
busy drinking from the river. In an instant they struck and flew into the air and captured many a
wild boar. They kept two or three for themselves, and brought the rest to Jethro.
‘Tie them up and bring them.’ He ordered to the guards in their native tongue. Jethro was fluent
in many languages as he created most of them. They traveled back to Pharaohs palace, the guards
carrying the wild boars.
After a while Jethro went to Pharaohs chambers.
‘I’ve developed another weapon’ Jethro was sure and excited about his new weapon. ‘It is based
on light.’
‘Let me see’ said Pharaoh. Jethro pulled a shiny sword from a sheath around his waist.
‘You can strike from a bit of a distant. The light particles can slice through the enemy’ Jethro
took the sword and swiped in mid air.
‘Shall we ……. Test it?’ Asked Pharaoh, a wry look in his eye.
They called over one of the guards. As he came close Jethro took a strike. It sliced through the
guard’s chest and the guard fell to the ground.
‘I want oriental diamonds’ Jethro changed the subject, ‘for the price, the Chinese are better at
cutting the stones.’
‘Show me’ Pharaoh held out his hand waiting for Jethro to put a stone in his hand.
Jethro showed him a few examples of diamonds from the orient. Many slaves died to bring Jethro
these diamonds. The route from China to Africa is teeming with bandits. Travelling over the
‘Sands and Sun’ is and always will be a hard mission, whatever technology society provides.
‘Which magnifier do they use to cut them?’ Asked Pharaoh, studying one of the diamonds under
a light and using an eyeglass.
‘If I knew that’ replied Jethro, ‘I would not have to apply mind control to them to find out their
knowledge. They do not tell me anything, yet they worship my sons.’
Jethro spent many years in China and all they did was fight. Marshall Arts championships was
where China then, were willing to talk to you. The Masters would apply mind control powers to
the contestants. China had to excise rigorous training to be able to challenge Jethro to a battle
between champions.
The battles came to no avail. No matter how much Jethro applied mind control powers on his
fighters, the spiritual Buddhists would join mind forces and overthrow Jethro.
Jethro chose his champions carefully, usually one of his Chinese sons. His strength would be
channeled into his son, but the Buddhists could also do this.
Pharaoh continued to enslave the African race to build more pyramids. It was a lengthy process.
He was ruthless when it came to enslaving Africans. He was able to do this one a huge scale by
swaying the thought process of very high Zulu leaders. They were mad for jewels, and Pharaoh
had a little bit of super high quality jewels, and could also upgrade the Zulu leaders own
collection of jewels.
This was combined with Pharaohs own mind control powers. He could enter their minds and
affect their dreams.
The mathematics used to design the pyramids also came from Pharaoh. This came from Pharaohs
advanced thinking; not to restrict his thoughts to the ways of mans general thinking.
‘Let me tell you about gold Pharaoh’ said Jethro, as they were enjoying a conversation over herbal
tea. ‘Over the years our thirst for blood and meat gets less and less - as does the amount of gold
we use in our jewels.’
‘Is this an example of your mind control powers?’ asked Pharaoh, sucking on a fruit.
‘I do not think so.’ Replied Jethro. ‘I believe it to be a course of natural evolution. It might be
queenie’
Pharaoh sniggered.
‘She is my mother’ said Jethro.
‘She was my mother’ said Pharaoh.
Queenie was Queen Snake who was an immortal snake who lived in the Indian Jungle above
Bangladesh. She was a huge Anaconda. She was four metres thick and forty metres long. She
survived the ice age and could communicate with certain humans. She was a magic creature. She
could give birth to a wide variety of animals including humans.
The Quest for Gold.
‘Over the years, our thirst for blood and meat gets less and less - as does the amount of gold that is
used in jewelry. Is there a connection?’
Chapter .
‘They have called in some bloody mercenary’ Jethro was very angry. Jethro and Pharaoh were
talking in Pharaohs’ Chamber. Jethro’s main home was in Russia, as was his family, but he spent
a lot of time with Pharaoh.
‘Who?’ Asked Pharaoh, inquisitively.
‘He goes by the name of ‘Diamond Fist’’ replied Jethro, then paused and said ‘the way of the
Diamond Fist.’
Introducing:
The Way of the Diamond Fist.
Diamond Fist was in his forties. He had a medium build but was very muscular. He had a
receding hairline and had long hair tied back into a ponytail.
‘Is he worth much?’ Asked Pharaoh. ‘What is his technique?’
‘He has polished rough diamonds encrusted onto platinum - they are worn as gloves.’ Explained
Jethro, ‘he can pound his way through steel. Diamonds are the toughest natural minerals known
to man. He is also in tune to the statically magnetic energies.’
‘Yes, but how much of the energies can he utilise?’ Asked Pharaoh, inquisitively.
‘It gets emotional.’ Replied Jethro. ‘It depends on his level of emotion and the position of the
moon.’
‘Can we not stop him?’ Pharaoh was being sly, ‘gentlemanly - he sounds a worthy advisory. It
would be a shame to kill him. Could not we pursuade him to our way of thinking? He would
make a powerful allay.’
‘He has a loved one.’ Jethro was quiet; he was looking around the room as if he was bothered
about someone listening, ‘She is Empress Eugenie of Yor-Kay Gardens.’
‘Not yet.’ Said Pharaoh, sharply. ‘We do not know his psychotic probability.’
‘There is a more pressing issue.’ Jethro was nervous. ‘I had a vision, of the future. He… he is
coming. Philipine is coming. He will be here soon.’
Jethro sounded worried and excited at the same time.
‘Always emotion is the future.’ Commented Pharaoh, turning to stare into a crystal ball.
Jethro began to tell the tale of his vision of the future.
‘At a young age, Phillipine has a head injury and will have to have a brains scan. Unknowingly to
the doctors at that time his brain reacted to the radioactive isotopes in that brain scan equipment.
Over the years his body reacted to the radiation, and being a computer programmer, his mind and
body will start to behave like a computer, like the pyramids. He will build immense strength and
intelligence through this process, especially as mankind evolves into nuclear science. His Katta
(martial arts training system), will idolise the ancient Hindu goddess of war. Taking the Katta to
the higher level, he will end up being a natural cyborg. He has an astounding future. No other
immortal will achieve this radioactive status’.
‘How are the voices in your head?’ Asked Pharaoh, changing the subject.
‘It is just one distinct voice’ replied Jethro. ‘He says he is coming for me, to control my body.
My time is running out. Soon I will be evil, if he can do what he says he will do. He wants to
create a religion. To be worshipped by man. He has a thirst for bad blood.’
Ancient Indian Idol.
A katta is a way of relaxation and a key to martial arts. It is very similar to Thai - Chi. The
method is tense, move and then relax and tense move. Your arms should follow the energies.
You should balance on your toes and tense, move your whole body.
The person on Indian idols tends to be half human and half animal. You must be in harmony with
the energies of the solar system.
Chapter .
The Pain.
Pharaoh was in his chambers stood by a window overlooking the building of another one of his
pyramids. It was nearly time. Christine was eagerly awaiting his arrival. Soon he would have an
answer, the ultimate answer, for the female pain. This was his life’s’ mission.
‘I am immortal,’ Pharaoh was talking to himself in front of a mirror. ‘I am Indian and I am a
doctor. There must be a way.’
He walked out of the council chambers and headed towards the maids quarters. Christine was a
maid of the higher order. She was nineteen years old. She was slim and a natural brunette. She
had straight, long hair with a trim on the front. She originated from England, but retained her
slightly chines characteristics mainly in her brown and hazel green eyes. She was a daughter of
Jethro.
Pharaoh entered Christine’s chambers. He stood silently at the doors. Christine was sat on the
bed staring out of the window.
‘Have I missed it?’ Asked Pharaoh, gently.
‘No,’ replied Christine, lovingly. ‘It has not happened yet. Your cold water formula makes all the
difference. Thank you for inventing ice.’
Christine sniggered and smiles. She put her hand to her mouth, a little embarrassed, looked across
at Pharaoh and made loving eye contact with him.
‘I wish I could do the central Africa thing.’ Pharaoh was concerned. ‘The strong!’
He held up his right arm in confidence. In parts of central Africa, some witch doctors have an
answer to the female pain. It is a disgusting thing to do, it is very barbaric but the pain is over in
an instant. It does not linger which causes scars and internal bleeding. Christine lay on the bed.
‘It is so much better to let it go on the bed.’ Said Christine, indignantly. ‘Much better than that
bloody uncomfortable toilet!’
Pharaoh smiled and took a small cube of ice out of a cold retaining container, which he invented.
The ice was brought down from the tops of the mountains surrounding the area. He used a wild
stallion, any of which would come to him from the expanse of the jungle areas. He gave off such
an interesting scent. He was immortal and he was a snake hunter. He would drink the blood of
snakes. He, as well as Jethro had mind control powers; Snakes seem to recognise him and would
not attack him. They would let Pharaoh drink their blood.
Christine’s body tensed and she air into her lungs quickly, then breathed out slowly. The ice is to
cool the painful areas, as the pain is a burning sensation.
The Massage.
Jethro was in his private chambers writing another story to read to his offspring. Geneva, a tall,
fair-haired woman in her forties with an athletic build, had just come back from her swim. She
stood by the open door.
‘Jethro, Jethro,’ squealed Geneva, ‘I.. I need oh Jethro I am positively aching. Hmmm, please’
‘I am too expensive.’ Jethro was smiling and the smile went into a little snigger. ‘You can not
afford me.’
He looked up at her with a large grin on his face.
‘I give you…’ said Geneva, with a pause, ‘my body.’
With this she threw herself at Jethro. He caught her easily.
‘So, you do not mind if I make love to you?’ Enquired Jethro. ‘And I will make love to you.’
‘Of course not you silly thing.’ Said Geneva. ‘I need your healing hands.’
‘What about your husband?’ Sniggered Jethro.
‘Oh, I can take care of him.’ Answered Geneva. ‘I need, I need!’ Geneva put her hand to
Jethro’s face.
Geneva lay down in his sofa, and Jethro knelt behind her, preparing his hands. He was the
ultimate at giving a massage. It comes from the ancient Indian head massage, but applied to the
whole body. He feels for the muscle and carefully uses his fingertips and thumb to mould the
tense muscle area.
‘It comes from making hand made chappaties you know.’ Said Jethro, with a smile. ‘I was taught
by a Pakistani chef.’
Geneva giggled. Jethro continued to massage her back, arms, hands, legs and feet.
Champagne.
Pharaoh had traveled to ancient France to trade some of his gold for the elixir of life; He traveled
with wild stallions, across the ‘Sands and Sun’.
Gold is an important factor of the champagne formula, but the word gets confusing when used on
jewelry. Basically, the type of gold that the house of champagne requires is a different type of
gold to that used on jewelry. By eye, to look at, they look very similar. The champagne region of
France is situated to the northwest of the country. The special grape and chemicals are very
advanced science. Pharaoh always went for poisonous, out of date, over fermented stock, which
his gold safes.
LE MONT ST. MICHEL - This fascinating island sanctuary has attracted pilgrims since the
Middle Ages. Although the dedication to St. Michael can be traced back to the middle ages, the
alignments to other ‘St. Michael’ locations (including prehistoric ones) suggest the possibility of a
deliberate system of placement, which may have operated between certain ancient sites.
Jethro managed to get a bottle of champagne off Pharaoh, but they argued over it. This was the
only time they disagreed with one another.
Jethro and Pharaoh were enjoying drinking champagne with their accompanying women. One sip
and they were drunk. Believe me, the champagne those Pharaoh gets hold of does not go down
like water. It has such an overpowering grape taste; it is hard to explain. Pharaoh was always
amazed that grape with gold, when done correctly, overpowers blood and meat altogether, which
is why pure and true Hindu Indians, who are and always have been complete vegetarians, have a
strong head for champagne itself, whereas the makers of the drink fall victim to the overwhelming
drunkenness you get from alcohol itself, in any form.
The ladies really enjoyed the champagne. It is just what they need after their ‘time’. It seems to
affect women differently than it affects men. At the time of the pharaohs, they had their fair share
of ‘elixir’, which could contain exotic fruit. Let us not underestimate the power of water. Dirty
water leads to decease and many people falling ill and dying. Clean water makes all of the
difference. Jethro and Pharaoh would take military groups and set about placing wells around
Africa and India. These wells would pull water from the underground water stores and rivers.
The people of Africa were well aware how to use these devices, but not one realised, over a period
of time, how much difference clean water would make to their lives.
Chapter .
Epilogue.
The Face of a Demon.
Billions of years ago, in the next galaxy to ours, was a star system. The third planet from the sun
was called Alpha Stigma Seven Centauri, or better known as Stigmata.
Life on this planet then, was similar to life on our planet in this present day. Everything was
modern.
There lived a young man, called Ali. He was a son of Kali-Ma, a son of Jethro. The Jethro from
that particular star system. Remember that there was one Jethro on each star system.
Ali went to University to study philosophy. He was a simple young man, with no particular
interests. At first he seemed a little retarded, but when you got to know him he was highly
intelligent. He was in his own little world of thought, having his daydreams regularly.
One evening, he was walking home from University. He wondered down a dark alley, lost in
thought. Suddenly an Asian man came up to him wielding a large machete. He hacked at Ali’s
face, started laughing a loud and callous laugh and then ran off.
Ali fell to the ground in shock and pain. He started screaming but no one came to his help.
People just walked by. He got himself off the ground and half ran, half stumbled to the nearest
hospital.
At the hospital, they treated him. He had stitches over his left eye and over his face. The doctor
told him he would be all right, but he would lose some of his vision in his left eye.
‘But Doctor,’ said Ali, ‘my face, will it heal?’
‘It will leave permanent scarring.’ Doctor James was taking this situation very seriously. ‘Do not
bother with plastic surgery, it will probably make it worse. Do not worry about that now, worry
about your eyesight, it is more important.’
Ali was disappointed. He got a taxi home, back to his flat. It was an empty flat on the fifth floor
of a seven-floor apartment building. He liked it high up. The air was fresh. Many a time he
enjoyed the fresher air higher up, away from the pollution, standing on his balcony.
As the days went by, Ali plucked up the courage to venture out into the streets. He had ran out of
food in his apartment and needed to go to the supermarket. He had given up on university. He
had given up on life. He was depressed. Every time he looked at his reflection in the mirror it
made him more depressed.
As he walked down the street people would notice his face and cross the street. Children would
scream and run away. This is what he was expecting. This made him all the more depressed.
After a few weeks of ill treatment from the public, he decided to remove all of his money from the
bank and get a one way ticket to India. To go back to his roots. He would wonder the streets of
India and loose himself.
Once he arrived in India, he found himself a cheap apartment to rent. He arrived in the capital
city, which was called Arbahjon on that star-system. People would notice him and laugh at him
and call him a freak.
Slowly, but surely he wondered from the edge of Arbahjon into the countryside and into the
jungle. The jungle was thick dense forest.
This is it, he thought to himself. I can live as a hermit. Away from people altogether. He lost
himself in the jungle. He would eat insects and bugs and chew leaves to survive. He would drink
river water to quench his thirst.
One day he was wondering along and he came across an open plane of grass. In the centre of this
field was a large female alsation dog. He stood still and stared at her for a while. She was staring
back at him.
Is she dangerous, he thought. Is she going to attack me? She barked which surprised Ali. She
then wagged her tail, opened her mouth and her tongue was hanging out.
Oh, thought Ali, she must be friendly. I’ll approach her.
He went over to her cautiously and stroked her.
‘You won’t think ill of me for my facial disfigurations.’ He said to her, whilst patting her and
stroking her back. ‘You can keep me company at least. Maybe we can share food. I bet you’re
good at hunting.’
From then they were partners. The alsation followed him around wherever he went.
Ali called the dog Grandma Alsation, for some reason. She was communicating this with him in
her mind, though she was not sure he was receiving him.
She would hunt and bring him back animals and he would eat the meat raw. He did not know
how to start a fire, unfortunately for him. It tasted disgusting but it satisfied his appetite.
One day, she started to sniff in the air. She recognised this area. She smelt wealth. She would
take him to this wealth and it would maybe satisfy him. Grandma Alsation wanted to please him.
She led Ali into a cave. Deep within this cave it was dark, but they got to an opening. Above
them was a clear view into the sky and the sun. This part of the cave was lit. At the bottom of the
shaft was a circular object of some sort. Ali inspected this object and found that it was a
spacecraft.
‘What is this grandma alsation?’ Ali asked. He was amused by this adventure.
Grandma Alsation replied with a bark. She meant that it is wealth for you. The spacecraft was
made of gold. Ali, however, was more concerned about its scientific value.
He entered the vessel and grandma alsation followed him. He realised it was a spacecraft of some
sort. Where it came from he had no idea. He fiddled with the control and decided he could get it
working and up through the opening in the roof in the cave.
He fiddled with the dials and the controls. The vessel made a humming sound.
‘It’s on.’ Said Ali to grandma alsation, feeling very excited.
He fiddled with the control some more. He was very clever. Suddenly, the vessel started to float
into the air.
‘I think I’ve got it.’ Said Ali to grandma alsation, feeling even more excited.
The vessel lifted into the air, with Ali at the controls. Grandma alsation was dissapointed. She
led him into the cave to show him gold and diamonds. There was the golden vessel and stores of
treasure all around the cave. She wanted him to be rich, but he was more interested in science.
Ali controlled the vessel right up into the air and then into space. Ali’s knowledge of astronomy
was absolute. He knew the positions of the planets and stars.
Ali continued to navigate the vessel through space.
‘Where shall we go Grandma Alsation?’ Ali queried. Grandma Alsation barked twice.
He ventured through space for a long time. He headed for the edge of the galaxy. Suddenly the
vessel started to jerk rapidly.
‘What’s going on,’ asked Ali to Grandma Alsation, ‘I do not know what is happening.’
The vessel started to veer into the opposite direction. At first, Ali did not know what to expect
but he had been caught in a vortex from the sun. He was being dragged at super high speed
towards the sun.
The vessel carreared towards the sun and it was gaining momentum. There was a big flash and
before Ali knew it he was unconscious. What actually happened was he was caught in a vortex of
the gravitational pull of the sun. The sun dragged him into it. There is fire on the outside of the
sun, but inside is ice cold gases.
He was trapped in a form of suspended animation, frozen in time with Grandma Alsation. He was
in a deep sleep. Grandma Alsation was slightly awake, being an animal and could slowly move
around the ship, but Ali was frozen in time. A type of death as he was permanently stuck inside
the sun to Alpha Stigma Seven Centauri, or better known as Stigmata.
In their dream state, Ali and Grandma Alsation dreamed together. They shared the same dream.
In their dream, they were in a small plane of grass surrounded by trees on one side and a river on
the other.
Ali stayed away from the river because everytime he went near, alligators would appear and attack
him. On the other side, the trees, there was empty space beyond the trees. Grandma Alsation was
happy to sleep most of the time. A dream within a dream.
This is a good idea, thought Ali, to sleep. He could imagine little bits of fruit to eat but he was
forever hungry. This went on for millions of years. Ali lost track of time. He did not age
anymore.
Then one day, he slept and when he concentrated he was awake on a desolate world. He was a
newt. What was actually happening was our star-system had been created and he could possess
animals on our world, at the beginning of time, as life evolved from sea enema.
Grandma Alsation could also do this and they paired up. They were as one. They could combine
and both control one animal, which was sometimes fun.
When tigers evolved, they would become a pair of tigers and hunt, then man came along and Ali
spotted Jethro. He is beautiful, thought Ali. I will one day become him.
Grandma Alsation loved cooked meat and could not wait for man to create fire, just so she could
cook and eat.
‘I will let him develop and become him for a while.’ Said Ali to Grandma Alsation in their
dreamstate.
‘He is immortal.’ Said Grandma Alsation.
‘Then I will possess him, create a religion and rule the world.’ Said Ali, with an evil tinge to his
voice. ‘I am immortal, am I not a god?’
‘Not to me your not.’ Replied Grandma Alsation.
Chapter .
The Mission of Diamond Fist.
Diamond Fist was at Yor-Kay Gardens visiting Empress Eugenie. She was in her mid-twenties
and quite tall for an Asian. She had long black hair tied into a large bob on top of her head. They
were both in her quarters after having an evening meal with her parents. Emperor Hiro-Hito was
the leader of a large part of Korea.
Hiro-Hito owned a secret underground diamond mine at the China and Korea border. Why so
much secrecy? Hiro-Hito had found out that China had discovered diamonds, and set up a
diamond-mining colony on the China side of the border. Korea was told to stay away and not
interfere with China’s business. Hiro-Hito carried out secret mining to go down on the Korea side
of the border deep enough to undercut the China mining corp.
This was risky business as if China found out about this it would be all out war. Hiro-Hito
shipped diamond cutters from Ancient India, who discovered the first diamonds, to process what
came out of the mines, and believe you me, plenty came out.
‘Do you have to work for my father?’ Asked Eugenie. ‘I have enough funds to support both of
us. I am rich, please take advantage of my wealth. I love you. I could not bear to loose you.’
‘My love, I am sorry.’ Diamond-Fist was regreting his decision. He turned and faced the wall. ‘I
do not feel worthy of your love if I cannot provide for you. That is my working class pride.’
‘But I do not care if you are poor,’ Eugenie was pleading with Diamond-Fist, ‘please understand, I
love you.’
They stayed in silence for a few minutes.
‘I am an adventurer,’ Diamond-Fist turned back to look at Eugenie, ‘that is why you love me.’
‘What if I loose you?’ Eugenie was nearly in tears.
‘The energy is strong in me,’ said Diamond-Fist, with confidence, ‘have faith in the samurai way.
It is the way all man should go.’
He held her in his arms. They looked into each others eye’s and slowly kissed. Diamond-Fist
then left to round up some more centurions. He made his way on horseback to the military
training ground looking to recruit high quality fighters. Jethro was coming to take a hall of
diamonds from China and China combined with Japan, Hong-Kong and Korea was set to
overthrow African Zulu’s.
Upon entering the training grounds, Diamond-Fist saw men punching into burning coal, laying on
beds of nails, walking barefoot over burning coal, sword fighting, kung fu, kick boxing, sumo and
other forms of combat training. Along the north edge of the camp, blacksmiths were making
samurai armour and weaponry. This was a physically demanding job and blacksmiths were very
strong, a worthy strike force, but they were slow and cumbersome.
He spotted multiple combat. This was the area he was interested in, whatever the style. KeemuShabi was a giant of a man. He was blindfolded, and practicing unarmed combat in the style of
kung fu. He was stood in his katta surrounded by eight, slightly smaller guards who were all
working together to target Keemu-Shabi.
He was moving slowly, arms outstretched, tensed. He was going by sound. 360-degree vision is
possible with this method. Slowly, as the guards tried to attack him he blocked, grabbed,
punched, kicked and threw his opponents to the ground, spinning constantly. There was shouting
and screaming from his opponents, but there was hardly a sound from him, other than the odd
grunt or ‘hey’.
Diamond-Fist was impressed. He nodded in approval. When the training was over, Diamond-Fist
approached Kemu-Shabi.
‘You fight well, Keemu-Shabi,’ commented Diamond-Fist, ‘I could use a fighter like you in the
Zulu wars. China will call us soon. Let me tell you what is going on in the world around you.’
He entered the circle and spoke with Keemu-Shabi back to back.
Diamond-Fist went back to Yor-Kay Gardens, this time to speak with Emperor Hiro-hito. He
entered the palace and spoke to one of the guards that he wishes audience with Hiro-Hito.
‘Yes master.’ Replied the guard.
Diamond-Fist was led into the chambers of Hiro-Hito.
‘So, my master,’ Diamond-Fist had his hands behind his back. He was stood with his back
straight and his feet at shoulder legth apart. ‘We are leaving to attack Africa soon.’
‘Yes, Diamond-Fist.’ Replied Hiro-Hito. ‘We need their animals for medicine. If we can take
their gold we will.’
‘The Zulu’s will be a worthy adversary.’ Diamond-Fist was confident about his manor.
‘They certainly will, Diamond-Fist.’ Hiro-Hito was thinking of his strategies hard. ‘But with you
leading our armies, we shall succeed.’
‘Will China go under our command?’ Asked Diamond-Fist.
‘With our skills, with you under our command,’ said Hiro-Hito, ‘they certainly will.’
The discussion was over. Diamond-Fist went back to Empress Eugenie and Hiro-Hito left his
chambers.
Emperor Hiro-Hito went to discuss politics with Amreet Singh, one of his Indian diamond cutters.
Amreet was a Sikh Indian. They are a type of Hindu. They make up most of the Indian army.
Although they are related to the Hindu religion and live and worship together, Sikh people behave
very differently to Hindu’s. Firstly, they eat meat whereas Hindu’s are strict vegetarians. A Sikhs
diet mostly consists of lamb, cooked with ghee, which is Indian butter, made from buffalo fat.
Indians have been making jewelry for thousands of years and the first diamond was discovered in
India.
‘I am going to need better equipment, you know,’ said Amreet, ‘without decent magnification
equipment, the cut is not as high quality. I must follow the atomic dispersion of light.’
‘I cannot ask China.’ Replied Emperor Hiro-Hito. ‘They would get suspicious. I may have to
send word to Hong-Kong. I am very influential in that area. Korea has a good history with the
Cantonese royalty. ‘
‘I do require the diamonds to be cut into a uniquely oriental feel so a trained eye can notice the
exquisite workmanship involved in our diamond manufacturing process.’
Amreet left Hiro-Hito and continued towards his chambers. Two of his nine wives were there.
They were talking about a new type of jewelry called ‘white gold’. Jewelry was mostly yellow
and they were arguing over white diamonds being used with sterling silver and white gold.
Gita and Anita were talking quietly. They did not want to be overheard.
‘I am too scared to ask for white gold and diamond jewelry.’ Said Gita.
‘I know,’ replied Anita, ‘it is a very poisonous process. Many advanced gold scientists are dying
for this. I feel so guilty. Our religion is to worship life.’
Epilogue:
Jungle Glue Medics.
Amreet was talking to Doctor Arjan. They were brothers. They were sat in orthapedic but
comfortable chairs facing each other.
‘But why cannot the whole world do it our way?’ Asked Amreet, supping on his tea. ‘There is
no pain, or very little, and women are happy to give birth to many babies.’
‘The way they do it is barbaric.’ Arjan was pointing his finger in the air and waving it around.
‘Their medical system is barbaric. The problem is on a huge scale.
‘We do not understand their society. It is hard enough to even slightly look into their medical
system.’
Arjan was pondering on his beard for a moment.
‘We are humble doctors. We have no power. Maybe after the industrial revolution, our future
generations may have some sort of impact.’
In the western world, as in the Orient, the medical system uses the dreaded stitch for most forms
of actual surgery. This is very painful. Whether it is heart transplant or a woman giving birth to
heavy babies and having their internal organs ripped out.
They usually get stitched with some form of metal wire to be sewn through the person’s internal
organs to hold an injury together. This is very painful.
This is how they were, whilst Doctor Arjan and his team used an advanced form of solid bendy
glue that solidified into a sheet of bendy plastic. Similar types of glue have been used on book
binding for a long time, especially the ancient bible. It does need heating to the correct
temperature before applying.
When applying to external wounds and gashes, the natural properties of the glue take over to help
heal the wound. It is not painful at all and simple breathing apparatus is used to alleviate the
symptoms of the glue fumes.
Remember --- glue can be made from a horse.
The correct horse is crucial. I mean, how can you compare an Arabic racehorse to a Bangladesh
Mountain horse, which can hop skip and jump to the tops of the mountains.
The operation is practically pain free.
Also the Chinese medical system was psychotic. Basically they tortured women for no reason.
They were official doctors. They should not do this to a woman. Most cesareans were not
necessary and were just an excuse to excise torture. Sadly, this method was spreading to the
western world.
They put them to sleep so it was difficult for them to see. They illegally obtained access to the
hospitals through illegally obtained degrees, forgeries.
Chapter .
Emperor Hiro-Hito and Diamond Fist had called a meeting of their Samurai leaders. They were
stood on a balcony of Hiro-Hito’s palace. The Samurai leaders, one hundred strong were below
them on the grounds, kneeling and bowing their heads.
‘My best, most ultimate warriors,’ commanded Hiro-Hito, ‘soon we will march on Africa to claim
the animals for our medicine. The main animals we are after are tigers, elephants and
rhinoceroses. Be strong my warriors. Gather your men and head west towards our allies in the
Middle East. There we will set up camp and surely move on Africa.’
‘There are many Zulu’s, but they have not the technology to fight us. They use leather shields and
spears whilst we have much more advance bows and arrows and our faithful samurai swords.’
With this last statement he held up his arm in glorious pleasure. The Samurai cheered. Diamond
Fist clapped his hands and smiled, wryly.
Jethro was gathering some of his children and four of his favourite sons, including Michael
Abrahams. When a Michael died at the age of about two hundred, Jethro would name another son
Michael Abrahams and bring him into his close colony.
Jethro was reading a story to his children. Most of his direct children drank blood as blood
brothers and sisters.
‘Ye who drink a little bit of blood,’ recited Jethro, ‘Ye are not a vampire. I cut you into little
pieces you are dead, ye who drink a little bit of blood, ye are not a vampire.’
‘You cut a vampire into little pieces, that vampire will come back to life and drink your blood, to
the death, in one, vampire, they fly.’
‘Even if Achilles himself cut a vampire into little pieces, that vampire would come back to life
and drink his blood to the death, in one, vampire, they fly.’
‘If a vampire drinks your blood, you are dead, vampire, they fly.’
His children cheered. They loved his stories.
Vampires, or children of Jethro, got their powers from the pyramids. The pyramids contained
technology, which would radiate hallucination signals around the world and make people
hallucinate in line with Jethro and his children.
Jethro, Michael and Pharaoh were discussing the politics of the coming of the oriental war in
Africa.
‘The Orientals are moving west.’ Jethro was sat at a large chair. ‘The time for war is immanent.’
‘Are you taking sides, Jethro?’ Asked Pharaoh.
‘As per usual,’ replied Michael, ‘no we are not. We do not take sides. It is bad that the Chinese
want the animals for their medicine. If they keep going the way they do, within a few thousand
years the animals shall become scarce, which we do not approve of.’
‘But we do not take sides in war.’ Jethro said to Michael. Jethro was being very ambitious.
Jethro and Pharaoh were talking in Jethro’s chambers. It was dark with just a few candles for
light. It was nighttime and the moon was full which gave a bit of a glow.
‘The Orientals are coming.’ Said Jethro. ‘Are you preparing for war?’ Jethro was wearing dark
green robes. His mood was passable.
‘Yes, Jethro.’ Replied Pharaoh. ‘But I have not told the Zulu’s yet. I need to wait for the correct
time. They are busy building my pyramids.’
‘How is that going?’ Asked Jethro.
‘It is going well, Jethro.’ Replied Pharaoh. Pharaoh was proud of his command of the Zulus. ‘As
you know there are pyramids on each star-system. The moving parts inside the pyramids generate
an energy, which causes people to hallucinate. It is called a large COMPUTER.’
‘I can then program the pyramids to whichever way I find suitable. The animals can also use it. I
will train you to use it, Jethro, you are immortal. It will be known as Gods Computer. I hope
spirits from life after death will also use it. I need to communicate with spirits, Jethro.’
Chapter .
The Orientals set up base in the Middle East. Their encampment is a buzz with a possible victory.
They are doing business with the Middle Eastern people with silk and opium. They prepare for
war against the Zulu’s.
The Asian and Zulu wars
On the seventh moon the Orientals moved on Africa. The Zulu’s retaliate. The Zulu chief calls
all around Africa for more Zulu warriors to attend this war. The Zulu’s see the Orientals killing
and taking their animals for the horns, skin and bone of animals that the Zulu’s worship.
There is a stand off. The Oriental Samurai’s are waiting for the Zulu’s to attack. The plan is to let
the Zulu’s have the offensive and they would slay the Zulu’s as the came down the hill at the base
of mount Umongo Juma.
The Zulu’s are chanting at the top of the hill. They are chanting ‘warriors will fight and warriors
will die’. This chanting goes on for half an hour. Then they stop and charge towards the
Samurai’s. The battle begins. The Samurai’s cut down Zulu after Zulu with their much more
superior weaponry, but the Zulu numbers are uncanny.
The fiercest battle is in Cameroon in central Africa, at the base of mount Umongo Juma on the
Cameroon border. Jethro and four of his sons appear. They use opium sleep on the enemy and
opium wake on themselves. This is to put the enemy to sleep so they are easily captured.
Jethro grew poppies to cultivate opium. Under his guidance, many experts synthesised the opium
into two forms. Opium sleep and opium wake.
The way Jethro appears, with the aid of signals from the pyramids and opium sleep, puts the
enemy to sleep and they hallucinate. It appears to the enemy as if Jethro and his four sons are
flying, but they are just hallucinating. Jethro and his four sons are vampires. They take their pick
from both sides. They subdue the enemy with opium sleep and then bite into their throats and
drink their blood, to the death, in one devilish suck of the blood. They have no side. They take
their pick from oriental warriors and Zulu warriors.
‘This is so much fun.’ Said Michael Abrahams to Jethro.
‘Yes my son, let us feast.’ Said Jethro nonchalontly.
The battle went on. Zulu warriors, with leather shields and spears are killing the oriental
samurai’s who have samurai armour and samurai swords. The Samurai are retaliating. The battle
is fierce.
The Samurai’s have gathered at the base of a hill. Twenty two thousand Samurai have gathered.
The Zulu warriors were following them and informed the Zulu nation across Africa. DiamondFist with Keemu-Shabi was leading the defensive.
‘You are fighting well.’ Said Diamond-Fist to Keemu-Shabi.
‘Yes master.’ Replied Keemu-Shabi. ‘But there are too many of them.’
Many oriental came but they were greatly outnumbered by the Zulu’s. Zulu’s and Jethro
surrounded them and his four sons were confusing the war.
At last the Orientals pulled back to the Middle East. They had lost the war. There were too many
Zulu’s. They decided to send poachers to sneakily take the animals they needed.
Jethro decided to create religion. He wrote a book, which talked of god, angels and demons and
the devil. He wrote the book in many European languages and spread his gospel around Europe.
Chapter.
Jethro was in his mansion house in Russia. He was by himself in his living room. He was stood
staring at his reflection in a large mirror, thinking to himself. Although Jethro could see his own
reflection anyone else looking into that same mirror could not see his reflection.
Suddenly the voice came into his head. It was Ali.
‘Greetings, Jethro.’ Said the voice in his head.
‘Who are you?’ Asked Jethro.
‘I am a god. I will soon possess you.’ Said the voice in his head. ‘You and I will become one.
We will be evil and together we will become the most powerful being on the planet.’
‘I do not believe you.’ Jethro was worried now. He felt the time was growing near.
‘It is time I showed you.’ Said the voice in Jethro’s head.
Suddenly Jethro lost control of his right hand. It went up and touched his face. Then he lost
control of his left hand and it went up and touched the other side of his face.
‘You are truly a beautiful man.’ Said the voice in Jethro’s head. ‘I shall enjoy controlling your
body.’
‘What is going on.’ Said Jethro, panicking.
Suddenly Jethro started dancing around the room.
‘You are my puppet, Jethro.’ Said the voice in Jethro’s head.
Jethro was truly frightened. He did not enjoy loosing control of his body.
In Jerusalem, a messiah was born. His name was Jesus. As Jesus grew, stories of him spread
across the world. The things he did, the people he healed. Jethro soon received news of Jesus and
was inspired.
Jethro was talking to Michael.
‘I must go to Jerusalem.’ Jethro said confidently. He felt his meeting with Jesus would go well.
‘Why, oh father?’ Asked Michael.
‘I want to meet Jesus.’ Replied Jethro.
‘Why, oh father.’ Michael was worried about his father by now.
‘I want to act like Jesus.’ Said Jethro, standing up and waving his arms in the air. ‘He is amazing.
I want to be just like him. He can heal me. I am to be possessed, Michael. Someone is going to
overpower my body and make me evil.’
‘No father,’ Michael was panicking. He did not want his father to become evil. ‘It cannot be
happening. It is not true. What will we do.’
‘You will probably follow in my footsteps.’ Jethro stopped pacing around the room and turned to
look at his son.
Jethro left his mansion house in Russia and headed for Jerusalem, on his own. He wanted to meet
Jesus.
Jethro arrived in Jerusalem. He headed towards the centre of the country. Once he arrived, he
started asking people where Jesus might be found. An old man pointed to a house in a certain
street. Jethro knocked on the door. A young man opened the door. He was one of Jesus’
disciples, Mark.
Mark led him inside and seated Jethro by the fire.
‘How can I help you?’ Asked Mark. He was tall and well built. He could have been a Roman
soldier going by his build. He had deep blue eyes and blonde hair cut short.
‘I need to see Jesus,’ replied Jethro, excited at the prospect of meeting such a special man, ‘I
need his help.’
‘Jesus has just gone out, he will be back soon.’ Said Mark. ‘Will you wait?’
Jethro nodded his head. Mark poured some wine and they sat and drank. A little later, Jesus
arrived. They sat and talked.
‘Stories of you have spread all around the world, Jesus.’ Said Jethro, finally glad to meet Jesus.
‘Good, I hope.’ Replied Jesus.
‘Only the best.’ Said Jethro, hopefully. ‘I need you to heal me. As far as I know, I am immortal,
but I have very bad memory.’
Jesus nodded in approval.
‘I am about to be possessed.’ Said Jethro. ‘It must be a demon. The demon will make me very
evil.’
Jethro began to tell Jesus the details and information about himself and his family.
‘Jesus,’ said Jethro, ‘I need your healing hands, can you help me?’
‘I do not know,’ replied Jesus, touching his chin with his hand. ‘This is a very special case. I can
heal the blind, heal leppers, but I simply do not know. All I can do is to pray for you.’
‘That is amazing.’ Said Jethro, feeling very excited. ‘That will help, I know it will.’
Jethro headed back to Russia and spent time with his direct family. He started to behave like
jesus. He wrote a book on Jesus and Jesus’ stories. His family supported him. Then Jesus was
crucified on the cross. Jethro was very sad but he heard a few days later of the rising and going to
heaven of Jesus. Jethro thought Jesus can help him from heaven.
A few hundred years past and Jethro was fine. He did not get possessed, until…
Jethro gets possessed and becomes evil
Jethro loses his sleep by writing a book
Jethro tries to commit suicide but fails
A few hundred years pass
Jethro creates Dracula
Ali possesses Dracula, for a time
Jethro’s fairground
Jethro’s band
Jethro goes to the sperm bank
Jethro makes love to Queen Snake and has a son
Son of Kali-ma turns sixteen
Jethro meets son of Kali-ma
Jethro commits suicide and becomes son of Kali-ma