The Mohammad Papers
(Year of the Elephant)
(Inspired, and Illustrated)

Twelve (XII) Poetic, Prophetic Letters found in a Cave in Medina, and now
Translated for the first time

Revelations from the Prophet Moss (634 AD)



(Islam Teaches :) During judgment, a person's own "book of deeds" will be given to the person, and they will be apprised of every action they did and every word they spoke (Qur'an 54.52-53). If given in the right, that Person will go to Jannah (paradise). If he gets it in his left, he's going to Jahannam (Hell). The Qur'an states that some sins can condemn someone to hell. These include lying, dishonesty, and corruption, ignoring God or God's revelations, denying the resurrection, refusing to feed the poor, indulging in opulence and ostentation, and oppressing or economically exploiting others.[12] However, if someone had the true Islamic belief in their heart, then they will eventually be allowed into paradise after their just punishment.



Haiku for Evil

No one goes, and
Does evil (or kills) in the Name of God;
That is Satan’s work.

#2276/2-17-2008


Muhammad, the Islamic Prophet was born in the “Year of the Elephant,”
And died at the age of 62-years, of an illness, in the year 632 AD

In these few short poems; one may gather up the nature of Muhammad, perhaps better than another book, without any biases, they express his nature more than his deeds than anything else, and according to historical data.

Letter: I

Moss, the Great Prophet from Medina
634 AD


The Prophet Moss
(From the Echoes of the Archangels)

Moss, a great prophet of his day,
stood between heaven and earth,
so it was written, and saw
the immense, the very pillars
of heaven, and saw the winds,
turn the course of the sun and
saw the stars as well, and they fell,
beneath the clouds, and the angels
held them up, and they were flaming
day and night, and a voice said:
prophet of the earth, listen, mark
down these words, keep them far
from the pit, and let not the foundation
under the waters of the earth,
listen, save, they steal these words
and make havoc with them.
Break down the pillars, tell the truth,
from the beginning, for it has now
turned into a mystery…I give you
revelations on earth’s number one
enemy! (Muhammad)

#2270/ 2-16-2008 (inspired 6:30 PM)


Letter: II

“Oh,” from the Grave of Muhammad

Inspired by Raguel (archangel)


“Oh!” Surprised by death
was—Muhammad?
He suffered from anger and hate,
filaments he had inside his breast:
madness—; he lays now in his illness,
covered with sand…
his soul, in a washbasin.
His mouth calling “Oh!”
from the dead;
he was surprised
God did not let him into heaven.
Alas! Death came with no other
settlement!...

#2261/ 2-16-2008 (Revelation received, 3:00 PM)


Letter: III


The Battle of Badr

(A Revelation from the angel Uriel to Moss)


There will be blood in the sand tonight—
Like gravy over meat,
Dead bodies eating soil, vultures chewing
Hearts from corpses
Eyes plucked out, of their sockets, like
Candles in a twist—
And I see Muhammad hiding in a cave,
Safe, watching all this;
Yesterday, he walked tall, like a peacock,
Among men of the world;
Today, he’s evasive, hiding behind shadows,
Like a frightened little girl.


#2262/ 2-16-2008



Letter: IV

The Coffin Makers

(Revelation given to Moss from Michael)


What Moss saw in the far off days?

We are Islam.
We are the coffin makers.
We are Death.
We hate Jews and Christians;
we pack them in carts
like potatoes.
The body fires like stars:
we use children,
women and the insane.
We are to them,
their saviors.
We are the death makers.
We are Islam.
We have credentials.


#2263/2-16-2008


Letter V

The Prophet from the Orphan

(A Revelation from Gabriel to Moss)

He eats the heart of man
spits them out like fingernails—;
his followers threaten even the Pope
or any man, of speech, and freedom
if they do not listen, take heed.
He was once an orphan,
now he’s Islam. Once a poor
broken tool, ornament, whom
decided to make a religion
decided to free a people
(from the bondage of many gods)—
then held them hostage,
corralled like hogs,
accountable; put his new world
under his heel, as they cried
in duress; thus, he simply said:
I am the word of God
(the prophet
from the Orphanage).

#2264/ 2-16-2007)


Letter VI


The Arrow & the Apple

Inspired by Lucifer (undetected until now,
He was pretending to be, Raguel, who takes vengeance
For the world)


Hell’s High Tower


And Raguel heard Satan whisper to Moss, as he was sitting on a mountain top, looking down upon the land (and here is what he wrote in his scriptures):

“You are a knife in my side Moss, I gave Muhammad messages
and you try to poison my words, the very words I gave to him;
give them lies, lies, big lies, small ones they detect, oh yes—yes,
they detect: big ones they never check. You are my infection! Yet
I must admit, I’ve been getting much attention out of this, those
letters you now write for posterity, will not be discovered until
the 21st Century.

What harm have I done you? None! Did I make you insane, as I have
a certain other prophet? No! Have I made your heart sour, as I’ve done to you know who? No! And here you climb to the roof of the city, to this mountain top, overlook it, and pray to God—my antagonist.

Muhammad is dead, under my wing, my pillow, under my stirrups. And you, I, give you all you wish, like I did for Muhammad, and this is what I get, ingratitude.” (And that was that.)


#2267/ 2-16-2008 (Muhammad was 62-years old when he died, in the year 632 AD)

Letter VII

The Underworld

(Revealed by Saraqa’el the Archangel, Guide for Moss, while touring Heaven)


Moss, the Great Prophet of Medina, wanderer of the wastelands in 633 AD, wrote the following revelation, as he had ascended into the atmosphere:

“Birds turned into plums and apples; a wind swept me up into the heavens, I thought my body would turn into a corpse, I went so fast, hanging onto Saraqa’el, tightly on his back, I twisted and twirled, and almost lost my grip. Then the birds disappeared, and there I was. I was seventy-three years, at this time, and
this great archangel, my guide, introduced me to Adam, Abraham, Moses, and Jesus, and then I looked about for Muhammad, and then asked, ‘Where is this great, great, great man, prophet of God?’ And an angel by the name of Gabriel answered,’ I think he’s down yonder taking a nap.’ I hesitated to ask, where yonder was, in fear, Gabriel may think I was perplexing, and that just would not do. Then I asked again, and another angel answered, ‘I’ll tell you where yonder is, if you write me a poem?’ I paused to see if he was serious, and he definitely was. I did not feel great by all means; a tinge of wine would have helped. Then I heard an echo, a deep, deep echo, that ascended from below: another angel said, here is his voice, and I listened carefully, and it said: ‘Idiot prophet, I’m dead, will you take my place here in scheol, ‘the devils got me by the tail, hurry up, make up your mind, I’m the great prophet of all time!’ I didn’t say a word, I just wanted to go back to earth, and see those birds.”

#2268/ 2-16-2008

Letter VIII


“Story of the Cranes"
(Inspired from the spirit voice of Rufael, the Archangel)

“Story of the Cranes"
(the Satanic Verse),
Muhammad’s involvement,
I lived through these times,
the account holds true,
that Muhammad pronounced
a verse, acknowledging the existence
of three Meccan goddesses
considered to be the daughters
of Allah—praising them he did,
and thereafter appealing for their
intercession. According to my
observations, Muhammad later
retracted his statements,
the verses, saying Gabriel
had instructed him to do so.
Just in time, I would guess?

Note: In the tenth century this was rejected as a false entry of his life, yet it stood the test of time, for 350-years, until one day, woops, it is no longer history. 2269 2-15-2008 (1:30 AM, received revelation)


Letter IX

Mecca’s Cry: the Year of Sorrow

(As remembered from the mouth of Moss the Prophet)


His heart beat like the sea
his anger was as if he had bees in his mouth;
Mecca became a dead city
after he killed them all
(10,000-soldiers strong, he conquered
them, butchered, like hogs).
The flies had a feast…, for
they tore open their bellies like beasts!
Their heads severed, rolled off,
down the streets—;
they would not listen,
they would not stop
they simply killed and killed,
as if, in a death dance.

#2271/2-16-2008 (10:50 PM)


Letter: X

“Pledge under the Tree”

(A Revelation from Muhammad Himself to Moss)

The Devil

While in the process of conquering the lands of Arabia (624 AD to 632 AD)

“I wanted everything, the houses, the dogs, hogs, ropes, and
jewels, even the souls, the family heritage, even the food, everything, and when the people who did not bend their wills,
I wanted to kill their wills; whoever was left, ate chicken
bones. My army, had pledged their lives to me, their souls,
to die for me, to kill, to kill to the very end of their days: to
battle, be it man, women, child, even virgins; they
died liked chickens or hens; twenty eyes like volcanoes
came and butchered them.

“There is never a silence in my head, only teeth and death. It comes each day, in shock waves, the vibrating twitching of muscles and swords clashing. I killed so many with no reason,
it was a season of red rain, in my days.

“I try to swallow my memory, but it keeps coming back,
chained down to oblivion, like a crucifixion; even
laughter does not help anymore, memory comes back,
luminous, like a clock.

“Once upon a time, I was a young man, and I died, for
no reason, like so many.”

#2272/ 2-16-2008 (11:15 PM)

Note: Muhammad, in the course of his battling with his enemies, he had his followers make a pledge to their death, called, “Pledge under the Tree,” perhaps this is where the suicide bombers got their credo, to the death.



Letter: XI

Spirit of the Dark

Powerful Grand Duke of Hell
powerful demon, of 29-infernal legends in hell:
once a unicorn, once a human, you come in many forms:
thou bends to the music of heaven, commands
at will the trumpets of hell—yea plays
and the trees sway: who art thou
who comes in the form of
familiars (dogs and cats
bats and rats…) your
legend from hell?
so some say, one in the form
of Muhammad! Thus, a curse
to us, ordinary people of this thin world.

There is a Christian, belief, or call it folklore, that Muhammad was born on the day, year and month considered the Mark of the Beast, 666 AD, and not on 634 AD, as history has recorded it, and that he was the beast incarnate, the devil, or at best, a simply demon. #2264/2-17-2008



Letter: XII

A Poetic Sketch on:
A´isha Bint Abu Bakr

Inspired by Sure’el (archangel of trembling)

(Wife of the Prophet)


Aisha 3rd Wife to Muhammad

To my understanding Mohammad the Prophet, had 13-wives.
Aisha was his 3rd, and very, very, very young; she was, said to
have been nine-years old, and the only virgin. Sawda, his second,
so it is said, yet there is a belief out there Aisha may have been his
second instead, but did not make love to her until after He wed Sawda,
being so very, very, very young ((`A´isha Bint Abu Bakr)(she who lives))

`A´isha Bint Abu Bakr: mother of believers: so it was, in older times,
one often married to strengthen ties, with families, clans, with other
armies, and kingdoms, and so it has been suggested, Muhammad did
just that, similar to Alexander the Great.

Aisha, lived with her parents to the age of nine, when the marriage
was consummated. Thus, after the wedding, it is said, Aisha continued
to play with her toys, in Medina, in 622 AD.

It seems history records she was his most favoured wife, and he received
most of his revelations when she was in his presence. And even though
it might have been motivated for other reasons, they did become fond of
each other, and blessed by heaven.

It has been also said, Aisha had gone looking for her necklace, one
morning, and her caravan had taken off, left her behind, unnoticed,
and soon after a stranger found her, brought her back to the caravan, and
was thereafter called an adulteress, until that is, until Muhammad
got a new revelation, from heaven, clearing her of any such charges.

After Muhammad’s death in 632 AD, at the age of 62, Aisha’s father became the leader of the people, the new found religion, Islam, but his leadership was to be a short run, only two years, and he gave it to Umar; whom ruled for ten years, and was followed by another leader, thereafter.


End Note: It would seem, or at least it does to me, Aisha, was a learned woman, who—throughout her remaining years—gave stories to the Muslim world about her husband. Of her own time she must had been quite valuable as a historian. She is now of course, revered as a model for Islamic Woman. She also raised an Army, and fought against Ali, her step-son in-law. She was quite a woman indeed.

#2260/ 2-16-2008 (Inspired at 2:00 AM)

(The Residue) Part of the Cadaverous Journey


Funny, as I stared at him he saw me, perhaps as clear as I saw him, I was looking at everything and everybody, he in particular: to me he didn’t even have a name, simple ‘The New Arrival,’ he even seemed to read my lips when I said to myself “New Arrival,” and I must had said it a few times, because he was seemingly, mimicking me. Now that I think of it, I don’t even know if he is an old soul, or new soul, meaning, I really do not know what time period I am in.
We don’t really know what is in the other person’s heart or mind, so I learned at that moment. Oh I knew it before, but knowing it, and digesting it into the bowels, is anther thing.
Then all of a sudden something mysterious happened, residue from the third part of his soul disappeared, just like that, it was, or formed a ghostly mass, like thin smoke, white to gray, light gray, almost having a whirlpool of wind around it (a vortex). One of the angels whispered softly to me, I didn’t even look to see who it was I was in a kind of trepidation, wonder almost, if not awe—he whispered I suppose, so that the other souls did not become distruptive, or disturbed, or perhaps even self absorbed (I wasn’t sure why exactly)—:
“Sometimes, things back on earth are unfinished, unsettled, and the soul, all three parts are sometimes restless, one onto the other, but in particular one, in this case the third part of his soul, and thus, the other two parts allowed it to shed some of its residue, to settle it, sometimes it takes a long time, and that residue gets lost in a pile of self pity on its voyage back home, hiding in dark places; sometimes, demonic forces find that ghostly unstable deposit, and incorporates it into its shell giving it more substance for a while, but it is only the third part that the demonic forcers can dominate in this case, as in The False Arbitrator, and let’s hope this is not the case, lest the other two remain restless until the judgment.
“Sometimes the soul wants to pump out its poison, tries to, but who is listening? No one in most cases, not here anyhow, and the soul thinks it can, it knows its destiny, or almost; what little fate these souls have reside in mercy given to them by those they’ve harmed, and God hearing that request on their behalf, and granting a lesser doom.”








Leaky Soul

Within the leaky Soul—
Destiny reeks like an eroded hose,
Pumping out its poison…!

But it’s way, too late—life
Has pitted its outcome, for doom…
There is no more room, for life!


#2339 (2-27-2008) #10

Last Minute Editions (the Real Endings to the "Cadervous Journey"):

In the Corner & the Car Ride



(In the Corner) I know you thought the end of the story was a ways back there, but it isn’t, there is an added edition, two, to be exact, added on to this story, added on because it was not suppose to end like it originally did, and so here it is, the unexpected ending (and let me tell you: it is better not to get to know those folks in your dreams all that much or nightmares, especially on a long journey):

I got up in the morning, as you already know, and I heard a voice after I had settled with the journey—completely settled I man, and I looked in the corner of the bedroom by our door, I looked because I heard a noise, then voice said,
“I know you,” and I stared deeper in the direction of the voice, went for my gun at the same time (the gun I put along side my bed always, on the lower part of a table I keep my pen and paper handy in case I have to write in the middle of the night on top of the same table, everything in an arms reach). I hesitated, focused more, then made out a light mist—my mind saying it was reflective of something I had seen before, and the voice said, just then, confirming my mind it was correct,
“I’m the New Arrival,” adding, “I am a little lost, and I’m being chased by a few unfamiliar spirits (meaning demon I suppose).”
Its voice was almost sincere, even had a tinge of anxiety in it, but I thought: what can do. I could see his configuration, slightly, a light vortex circled him. Then my wife Rosa woke up, said:
“Is something wrong?” (And the configuration disappeared.)
“No,” I said plainly, adding, “I’m still living a part of my night dream I think.”
And I got up out of bed, asked why she wasn’t swimming, and she said Margot (a lady friend) didn’t show up, had to take her boy someplace I guess).
“Oh,” I said, and she got up and made coffee for me, and this day went on as usual, lunch in the afternoon on our rooftop under a large umbrella, with pork and some other kind of Chinese dish.


(The Car Ride) It was shortly after that occasion, I was driving our VW out of Lima (Peru), to Huancayo, I usually do, when summer is over in Lima, summer in the Andes in the Mantaro Valley of Peru, is just beginning then, opposite of each other. It’s about four-hundred miles or so, to the east, it takes perhaps six to seven hours, depending on how fast I drive. At night the mountains along the slim roads, can be dangerous, very steep, I have to drive up some 16,500-feet and come down the to the valley which is 10,500-above sea level. There are no street lights on this trip, a few small towns in-between (far off the main road, and there is only one road), a miner’s areas lit up called La Oroya, but for the most part it is as dark as the sky, unless there is a moon, and bright stars, and near Lima, in the winter, it is foggy, you can’t see a thing in the sky overhead, so for the first two hours of the trip you see nothing.
In the mountains, the higher you go, the thinner the air, and clearer the sky often times, the farther away from the Lima ocean you head that is (or Pacific ocean to be more exact), and it gets cold. And this day, the first week of July of 2008, I was driving through the Andes, with my wife, and Goddaughter, Ximena, she was in the back seat of the car (16-years old), taking movies with my camera.
As I said, Ximena was taking pictures, Rosa was talking to her, and me at the same time it seemed, and saying something to the effect: why not put the camera down, but I was enjoying the attention she was giving taking the pictures, and it was breaking the boredom of the long ride, and so Rosa left it alone, and she caught Rosa’s face on the camera a few times, along with our headlights showing some of the side views of the mountains as we drove along side, and past them, then we saw a figure, a lady walking, a bond haired woman, so it looked, she didn’t have the traditional dress of the Peruvian folks in this area on, rather westerly dressed (or better put: garb according to the style of the west). Accordingly, my headlights had shown a thin figure. I stopped the car, put it in reverse, and drove backwards, to give her a lift, we were close to the high part of the Andes, 16,500-feet, and Ximena opened up the door, and she got in slowly, smiled (the camera taking her picture), and the young lady, perhaps in her middle twenties, thanked us for picking her up. Then we drove off.
A few seconds went by, perhaps twenty-seconds, the camera still going capturing her and Rosa and the back of my head, and hands on the steering wheel, and I asked,
“Do you speak English,” she looked Caucasian and either American or European. She said,
“I’m European, German, from Augsburg, and yes I do speak broken English!”
I had spent a year in Augsburg, in 1970, so I thought we had something in common, but I said nothing of it, instead, “Why are you out in this dark in the middle of the night?”
“I hope to see my husband; I have that feeling I may.”
I hesitated; it didn’t make sense, “Out here…?” I said, bewildered.
“Where does an infant go…” she asked “if it dies?”
“Hum,” I moaned, then replied, “Right to heaven,” I said, surprised at the question (the camera still going on), “it does not have formal reasoning in consequence, is innocent, plus King David in the Bible has indicated that.” She seemed relieved, I would not get so much into such statements, but often times, I was asked that question from girls in prison, when I was a counselor, and they wanted to know where their infants went, when they had an abortion.
We drove a little further, she pointed to a bend, I was about to take, and said,
“There, right there, that is were I died!”
And we all looked at her and the car crashed (and the camera was still going), and when I awoke, she was gone, and Ximena and Rosa had been thrown halfway out of the car, as I had been, one foot left in the car. I pulled them from the automobile, and tried to wake them, and they did awake to a fogy here and now, not quite all together. I lost a shoe someplace and started looking for it. My headlights were still on. When we all got our composure back, we headed back to Huancayo, the car was running rough, the fenders were bent inward, and that pushed the headlights inward, and the hood was pushed inward and upward, and the front glass windshield was cracked, but the car run, the muffler was separated slightly from a pipe or two under the car, so it made noisy.
When we had gotten to Huancayo, I went to the Newspaper to find out if there had been an accidents in and around that area anytime in the past few years, and there was, right there at that bend, a German girl was killed, along with her child and husband.
But somehow I seemed to have related this with the “New Arrival,” in my dream-vision, not sure why, you know, you just get that kind of intuition all of a sudden, sense it, as if you won it, it belongs to you, even if you cannot make heads or tails out of it.

And so I looked a little closer into this happening—and found out, there was a child that died in the accident and a man, the woman’s husband, and I suppose she was coming back to see what might have taken place (she was perhaps unsettled with all of this), or perhaps she needed to feel the essence of the child, and perchance I was suppose to have let her know what I did tell her, that her child was in heaven. And I kept thinking the husband was the New Arrival, and he got to meet his dead wife somehow, and they both put a closure on this. Maybe they were both one in both, I don’t know. I’ll never know the whole of this, but somehow it is all linked together.

Archangel Moun ‘el (And the untold story of the: Third World Order)


(This story was created from the archeological remains, fragments, of a survey, in Malta, 1/2001, taken from an old vault found at Hagar Quin, dated to 3600 BC, and then fictionalized.)

I was assigned to earth in the Third World Order era, a time before Adam and Eve, perhaps 20,000-years (26,108-years ago, from 2008); man was taken off his podium, and put on the pyre, and I was one of the observers. Before this time was the time of men who challenged God, and went with another archangel, and thus, many got cast into “The Prison House for Angels,” in the cosmos, while others became demon (or demonic forces, those who once roamed the earth with the angelic forces, and sided with these forces against God Himself), as they are referred to now, and many got one of the 72-deaths? (such as eternal sleep, or hell in a frozen or heated abode, or buried under unmovable stones, and some placed into the wondering shadows of the invisible world on earth, and other planets)and so forth and on). But this now came to be, the era of the great cats, diminished to this level, more so than given, and now they ruled.
Somehow, they acquired formal reasoning; they became a select group, lions breeding with their own kind, family, when one was killed, and cheetahs became select—inbreed, and the third generations produced a high quality of the cat; to include jaguars, tigers, and so forth. This all became part of what man now calls, natural selection, the top of the line, part of the ecosystem, as the Neanderthal Man, would became more civilized in future time (perhaps we are talking about the Stone Age, or Paleolithic times which comprise close if not more than a million years); thus this is where man predictions of human evolution took in a firm place, the emergence of homo sapiens, but as Moun’el will tell it as he saw it, and he saw it all), he was part of the demonic and genetic past of man, the man who failed and what was left of the species was this Neanderthal beast, which was really in itself an improvement over what he had been, not what he was originally created as and for.
In consequence, a massive genetic disorder, facial asymmetries, lower birth rates adult size, smaller than their brothers and sisters, now doomed the earth, and onto hell and else where.
The cats were inbreed by several archangels, those who protested to God, and now they took charge of mankind, through this inbreeding, hybrid selection of cats, and tipped the ecosystem in their favor, put man on the run, and into the caves, and incest as they knew it was not uncommon, as it would become in Ancient Egypt in 15,000-years.
But what took place was this, God saw all was not right, and he had me do something no one expected, I created a virus, and because all were of the same stock, all but a few perished, they had no way to fight the disease (the virus), health and fitness and genetic diversity was restored.

And now we see the advancement of the so called ape man, or Neanderthal, or Stone Age man, and I guarded that area of the world, over the Mediterranean Sea, as this distinct species became more adapted to the world outside the cave, and away from his rock art, as he tried to restore language, I thought of all disciplines emerging scientifically at once, during these days, notably physical, anthropology, linguistics and genetics, and somehow they did. God doesn’t tell even his secrets to us.
There was a period left open, a forty-nine day period for all the spirits to be rounded up, put into a cage of fire, and have a burning, there was a numerous amount of images that came out of this high flame, one might think that they were God’s enemies, but it was those who did the inbreeding, His enemy, his distracters.

After this burning, there was a long pause in creation, then came human man, and the memory of the battles of the past had been wiped from clean from his memory (where at one time he knew of all the seas, and land masses, the constellations and weaponry, now was lost) as was the language. And now it was all new, man was created and liberated, to conquer the world, to face his final confrontation.

Interlude #1 (Language): (Moun’el, was speaking and communicating in an ancient language used by the Albanian’s some seven thousand years ago lost thereafter, picked up by whom, nobody knows, it was a language that evolved during the first era, over 100,000 BC. Which evolved over time, and became Albanian’s language to be, and perfected, with limitations, for Moun’el had of course second insight and could give it to his recipients, those receiving his messages, and the beast and man were not all that far apart during these far off days, of one another.)



And this is what I say, and now I shall tell you a brief, of the First Era,
And this will be what I herd from, Sael’el:



The First Era

as told to Moun’el by Sael’el

The first era, the one where God sent Ur’el to judge and take note (I was his assistant, and his scribe at times) and what he saw and heard he brought to the ear of God, was the era of the reconstruction of man, from demon, a time of the so called, Australopithecus, a slender beast of a man, the residue of the former demons, and of the mammal class, and Animal (ia) kingdom, these beasts would walk the earth, as imps and ghouls, and ghosts, and freaks, from birth defects, in later times (and do to this day).
His brain size was that of modern man, or almost, the males being larger than the females, perhaps fifty-percent larger and taller; they ate termites in mounds, nuts and so forth, robust in form. Their ancestors had selected to go along with the leaders, of its earthly era, Azaz’el at this time was one of twenty, and Lucifer, and in time all were crushed, and these beasts were the results until the final era; Lucifer being the exception in the sense He was the most powerful.

The Cookie Jar (Three brothers and a Sister/a short story)

(North Dakota, West Fargo—the Wheeler’s)


Part One

There’s a large stretch of land, in West Fargo, North Dakota, it belongs to the Wheelers, and they’ve lived on it since the old man (Mr. Hugo Wheeler, moved there with his father back in 1928 (Mr. Wheeler was born 1920). His oldest son, Edward, was born 1945, and his second son Lee was born 1947, and his third son Larry was born 1949, and his only daughter was born 1953. Mrs. Wheeler, died when she was thirty-three years old, the year Anna Maria was born, double pneumonia, she was born in the cold winter months. The boys promised their mother on their dying bed they’d take care of her, make sure nothing would happen to her, until her last breath, and they meant it.
The farm was 200-acres, and they had a hardware store along side of the road, that Hugo’s wife use to care for. And so for the most part, they lived well, in a six-bedroom house, in the middle of the farm land, and they had a 1949-Ford pickup truck.
(1966) This was a most callous year for Edward, Anna Maria, and Hugo, it was the year he slept with his sister Anna Maria, the year, the first year she was noticed by everyone she was developing, she was thirteen years old, Edward, was 22-years old. They said they’d keep it a secret, but Lee found out, and so did Larry (Lee being 18-years old, and Larry 16, at the time). And they all followed pursuit of their sister; and they told her what their mother had said, and they promised to care for her, and they treated her right, respectful in all manners, Larry saying,
“We know you the best of all the females Anna Maria, so it seems so natural for us to love you the way we do, perhaps it doesn’t sound so.”
Anna Maria had no bad words for this, she accepted it as it was, and grew found of the boys that year in her love making, and it came to pass that winter, her father, Hugo died, it was a severe cold winter in the Dakotas and Hugo had some heart ailments, and thus, Edward became the head of the house, after they buried the old man. This was when the Cookie jar came into play.
Edward came home one day with it, came right in the kitchen with it, January 2, put it on the table, it was big, I mean very big, and looked like pig, he said with a stern mouth,
“We will put 10% of our money in here, and this is the protection money for our little sister, Anna Maria. And you Anna Maria are never to look into it, to see how much there is; you are never to know just how much there is. We boys will use it as we need to insure no trouble befalls you. Anna Maria was shy in a stern way, and agreed to the promise and life went on.

(1967) There was a war going on in Vietnam, and now Edward was 23-years old, he knew he could get out of the draft, being the head of the house, and Anna Maria now 14-years old. But he left; he was gone for two years, until 1969, when he returned as a Buck Sergeant. He had seen much action, he was infantry. But he never much talked about Vietnam, and the first day back he checked the cookie jar. He counted the money, and the notes that were in it for its usage. Their was $3750 out of $4000-dollars in there, and the note read, $250-dollars used for expense to insure Ralf Coddon did not pursue their young sister. Well, he had asked Lee and Larry what exactly took place, and Larry said:
“Lee asked that Ralph Coddon kid, to stop talking to Anna Maria in the Grocery store in town, and he didn’t, and so as a gift, Lee bought him an old Studebaker (car), he had his permit to drive, and was working on getting his license, and so we wanted to help, and yet give him a message, he’s a year older than Anna Maria and we didn’t want him to take advantage, and so when he tried to get her in the car one night, we followed him, and took Anna Maria out, and got him drunk, and he fell to sleep, and the car rolled over the cliff, and he can’t remember exactly what took place, but he broke a lot of bones in his body, he will not be driving or walking or anything for a long spell.”
“Hum…mm,” said Edward, “I like those old sturdy Studebakers, where’s the car now, maybe we can rebuild it?”
“No,” said Lee, “The guys in the neighborhood where Ralph lives, set it on fire one drunken night!” (And they all started laughing.)
Well, Anna Maria came out into the kitchen, said with welcoming arms again to her brother, “It is nice to have you home, have you boys settled your business and if so I can have lunch ready. Lee takes care of the store with me, and then I go make lunch usually for everyone, and Larry takes care of the little farming we’ve been doing, we’ve been getting your checks from the Army, didn’t need the money so we just put it in the drawer in the dinning room.”
“Larry,” said Edward, “Get the money and take 10% of it out, and put it in the cookie jar, and the rest we’ll divide here and now among us.”
Edward explained he was only making $94. a month when he started out as a private, but by going to Vietnam, he made sergeant, and there was no tax on his money, and was making $350 a month, with hazard pay, as he referred to it, divided. Thus he made about $5000, in those two years, and sent home $3000 of it, and $300 went back into the cookie jar, and $2700 to the four, or $675 a piece.
“I’m going to buy dresses and earrings tomorrow,” said Anna Maria, and that night Lee and Larry slept in their own bedrooms, as Edward visited his sister, and all returned to how it was, used to be before he went off to war.

Part Two

It came to pass in the year 1970, Anna Maria being close to 18, fell in love with a young man named Gordian Anthony Walsh, he was twenty-one years old, handsome, tall, all a young girl would wish for. And he came courting her, even came to speak to Edward about his intentions, saying:
“I’ve seen your sister a church a thousands times, and she catches my eye, and we have briefly talked, and I’d like your permission to visit her?”
He looked like a nice person to Edward, and Larry sat listen with Lee on this Sunday afternoon, and Anna Maria somewhat hid behind the archway going into the kitchen and dinning room, holding her breath. Lee looked at his sister, saw hope in her face, and then stood up to ask her a question, but before he could, she whispered,
“Nothing will change Lee, let Edward and Larry know, it’s ok, he will have to come here and live with us, if he wants to marry me.”
Lee smiled, and nodded to Edward, whom had seen him get up and talk to his sister, Larry also so everything that was happening.
“Ok, Gordian,” said Edward, “but do you remember Ralph and that old Studebaker (he nodded his head yes), and you know I’ve had a bit of jungle training in Vietnam (he nodded his head yes), and so we understand one another I hope, and if you have sex with my sister before marriage, you’re dead!”
It took Gordian a moment to swallow, then for the third time nodded his head. Then said Edward, looking at his brothers and sister, “You have all our permissions to date her, but be careful, you’re treading on thin ice my friend.”
The biggest smile in the world came over Anna Maria’s face, and that started the ongoing romance between

Part Three

It would seem by appearances all was going well with the romance of Gordian Anthony Walsh, and Anna Maria Wheeler, and in 1971, they became man and wife, but it was too late for Gordian to avoid the draft, the law had stated if you were married prior to 1965, you’d not be drafted into the Military, and thus, it was too late. They had been married going on three months when Gordian got his induction papers, and showed up for his physical and other Army tests.
It wasn’t long after Basic Training, and Advance Infantry Training, he was in the war in Vietnam, matter of fact, it was October of 1971, and he stepped on the ground in Cam Ranh Bay, Vietnam. There he was assigned to an infantry unit, and was in the bush before you could say, what day of the month it was.
Edward during this time, talked to his other two brothers, decided to go to Vietnam, as a visitor, not telling Anna Maria, and he’d wait for Gordian, in Saigon, him not know it though, but Edward knew he had a furlough, coming, and would use it there, so he told Anna Maria, and he had his outfit.
It was in the month of January, 1972; Edward arrived in Saigon; went to a local hotel, and visited an old friend at Tan Sun Nhut, air base there, Staff Sergeant Hightower, whom was ahead of the records department, and assignments. Asked his old friend to let him know when Corporal Gordian Anthony Walsh got into the city, on his thirty-day leave and he did just that.
Upon his arrive into Saigon, Edward found out where he was staying, and dressed up as if he was a European visiting the city, he had been there twice before. And so his charade started. He followed Gordian around, from bar to bar, and back to his hotel. He did this for twenty-seven days, and for twenty-seven days he had a new girl in his hotel room each of those days.

(Back in West Fargo, North Dakota, Anna Maria, did something she normally would not do, but not hearing from her brother, and knowing two years ago they had close to $4000-dollars in the Cookie jar, and assuming there was a two year period now, it should be $8000-dollars. And so when Lee and Larry were off working, she looked, almost panicking, and there in the cookie jar was but a dime. She knew now where he was, and why.)

Edward knew, Cam Ranh Bay was a deep water bay, and perhaps one of the best bays in the world, a peninsula overlooking the South China Sea, a jewel for the US Navy and Air force presence, and a place for rest and relaxation for many of the South Vietnamese, as well as combat American soldiers. It was although run over, in 1969, the Sapper Attack, thus for a while anyway, the recuperation for soldiers there was disturbed, again in 1971, it happened when Cam Ranh Bay got mortared and slammed by 107 MM rockets, hitting all three ammo dumps, and killing one soldier that evening. Well, Edward had seen enough, and went back to talk to his friend, SSG Hightower, and gave him a cigar box full of money, there was $5000 in it. Take care of the problem he said, I never want to see my brother in law again.
Thus, the SSG, wrote out orders for Da Nang said in private to Edward, you know there this war is a contiguous conflict to say the least, it has hit all of Southeast Asia, to include Laos and Cambodia, it’s all a battleground, is it not, I hope soon this Indochinese war comes to a stop.” And Edward saw that his friend was writing down Laos and Cambodia on the top of these orders.

It was but two months later, when Anna Maria got a visitor at the house, it was a Captain Smiley, whom was originally from North Carolina, stationed at the 5400-acre, Air Base near Grand Forks (with a population of around 5000-soldiers, the air base opened in about 1957, between 1971, and 1974, much of it was inactivated), but the orders came through there, and the captain had no choice but to take the call. He informed Anna Maria, of her husband’s death, and like in most cases, she was told he was a hero, but in essence, he was shot in the back by one of his soldier friends, in Laos, where no American soldiers were though to have been of course. And soon after she received a check for $10,000-dollars, his Army insurance, and she put $8000. of it in the cookie jar, and distributed the rest out to her brothers.


Note: Part of an awakening dream (morning of 3-11-2008). The author spent much time in Fargo, and West Fargo, and Fergus Falls, Minnesota, all pretty close together, in the early 1980s; and spent time in Vietnam (1971), so the roots of the story was constructed from this perhaps, or at least it seems, if only a thread here and there. In addition, part of the idea of the premise of the story comes from a young man, he met in Germany, 1976 (perchance emerging in his dream) who had a long affair with his sister, and as he told the author, “I regret nothing, and still love her (in a marriage kind of way).” Thus, comes the center of the story, can something that seems so natural be natural, whom do we know better than our siblings. The author does not agree with this life style, but it is happening, like it or not. And in time will become more exposed to the public (and will be a debated issue in times yet to come). During the author’s career as a counselor he did not find this so unusual to hear, among many other things that we think are taboo, and because we are not in it, we think it is not going on around us, which is false. Because of the sensitivity of the issue, the author took care in presenting this story as respectful as he could. The author also spent time in Grand Forks, North Dakota, thus, this is where the airbase near Grand Forks, (a 5400-acre airbase) come into handy for the story.

"Lullaby of the Cockroach"
(a weird but intriguing Story of Love)


I have to tell you the saddest of all stories, a Sheppard and a Shepherdess, in the year 12,500 BC, by the names of Siuqllial, and Aavilx, lived in the arch kingdom called, Sitnalta (in its valley region, where they were born), and king Noa, wanted to marry the Shepherdess, Siuqllial, sister to Aavilx, and did marry her. But Axvilx and Siuqllial were of best friends, from birth onward, they climbed the mountains which dominated the valley kingdom together, they even, according to marriage custom, promised oneself to the other. But of course the king, as I have already mentioned, did not know of this, and married her, took her by force out of the valley at the age of eighteen years old. Both the brother and sister, had dark red hair, deep blue eyes, and wore practical garments, for the most part, and she was a stunning beauty, and he was likened to the Greek gods of earth.
When he, the Sheppard boy had learned his sister was taken to the arch kingdom, he gave up his trade as a shepherd, leaving all behind, in the Great Vale of Moiromma, the planet next to Earth’s solar system; gazing at the sky as he ventured through the villages to the wealthiest kingdom on the planet.
Upon his arriving to the fortified kingdom, he would each night take off his sandals, and creep along the stone walls of the kingdom, hoping to see his sister, and lover, a love so deep that each and every minute of the day, was painful minute for him to be separated from her.
But the poet, of the lands of Moiromma, told the Sheppard boy, it was fate, that took his sister way, and he should leave well enough alone, and should he not, a foul necromancy would befall him, and death would be part of the penalty. The other part he would not know until he nurtured his passion more, and took his sister as his wife.
Bitter appeal was all these tidings, and he paid little head to them. And one day, just like that, he marched into the kingdom, like a autumnal sunset, glowing through a window, it was like he was invisible, the seer had said no one would get into his way, for the gods of Moiromma were on his side, but he, the seer was not, he was enmeshed to the king; the whole acropolis where the king and now the Shepherdess Queen, lived, were quiet and still this evening as the young lad found his way through the corridors.

At this point, a sacred mark, and most profound event took place, the great rivers of the valley, the whole of the kingdom stood in a frozen state, now facing his sister, his heard pounded considerable, and tears fell down his cheeks like tunnels full of subterranean water. They were like two major branches of a tree, they folded their arms, entwisted them about one another, the king, like a vulture, slept a hard sleep in the room next to his wife’s.
A supreme joy and delight had fell upon her heart seeing her brother; and for him, it was a labor of love that brought him to her; exaltation of the senses took place. And he grabbed her arm, and they both ran through the kingdom’s corridors to freedom.
The following day they got married, and a dark-gray pearl like atmosphere fell over them, stained you might say, yet they had an inexorable affection for one another—still.

And now great is the pity I must tell you, alas, he died, choked on an animal bone. And she was alone, overall, sad but not alone for long, for the king found her, and she played dumb, and said her brother had come to rescue her, thinking you, had forced me to marry you. The king asked in so many words (whom was most strangely in love with her), ‘Have I been a monster to you, will you not come back to my kingdom willingly?” And she did.
The following day, she heard a voice on the floor, a squeaky voice, it was her brother, he had been resurrected as a cockroach, of all things (I can’t bear to tell you the end of this story, but I shall). The king came in, saw his queen looking amazed at the floor, and he saw that there was a cockroach on it, arising to the occasion, he quickly got over to her side stomped on the cockroach, and she fainted falling backwards on her bed, and thus, came the Lullaby of the Cockroach, by the wandering ministers of Moiromma.

“Lullaby of he Cockroach,” Written (10:53 PM) 2-5-2008, at home in Lima, Peru

Under a Gibbous Moon
(The arch devil Belphegor)


(For Benjamin Szwmsky)

For we have haunted the weaker thoughts
To go the shorter way,
And we have danced to Belphegor’s drums
(stiff with porcupine skin),
Scheming home to pray
To serve the master in the night,
Another in the day!


#2310 3-4-2008; Written in the afternoon,
at Starbucks, in Circle Lima Peru (3:15 pm)