Shock and Awe

I finished at work and hurried home. I knew I would only have an hour or two before Jen came back from her mom's. I got in, fired up my computer, and uploaded the rest of the manuscript to the LLM. After a few more minutes, it came back with a completed translation. So I printed the translation and the manuscript so that I could align the translated text with the pictures in the manuscript. Needless to say, my world changed that day. The translations:

Training guide for the chosen one.

To identify the chosen one, the high priest must first look at his tongue. The chosen one shall be able to make the symbol of our lord, the inverted goat hoof.

Sure, that sounds like what my nerve damaged tongue can do. Also, goat hoof? I swallowed, but no spit was in my mouth....I continued reading....

Once the chosen one has been identified, it is critical that he begin a diet of the purple flower found only on Malichu Island. He must ingest this daily while becoming a man in order to gain the voice of persuasion. If the chosen one is beyond these years, it is preferable that he be killed and a new chosen one be found. The chosen one must have the ability to influence the women in his harem, and in turn, they will gain a small part of his influence once they have been initiated into the chosen one's harem. They will also have the ability to influence men with this power, which is critical to the longevity of the chosen one's reign....

This was all very interesting and confusing at the same time. First, I had to figure out what this flower was, so I pulled up Genisis AI to see if it could sniff out what this flower was. It turns out it wasn't that hard to find. It was called Madagascar periwinkle, or Catharanthus roseus. The AI informed me that this was actually the main ingredient in a chemo **** called Vincristine, something I easily recognized as one of the **** I had regularly from age 15 to 18 for my lymphoma....I stared at the pages a few more times. I mean, maybe I am the chosen one. Whatever the hell that is, I mean, how could the nerve damage, the lymphoma, and me moving into a house that had this in the basement that I happened to be renovating all be a coincidence? My head started spinning....I had to continue on. It is important to continue to give the chosen one the flower, as it will weaken his resolve, allowing the church to make sure he follows the prophecy to fulfillment. Well, at least I lucked out there! The steps were next on the page, like a guide to a ritual:

Step 1: To begin the initiation, the chosen one will likely have to use the voice of persuasion to bed his first ****. He must convince her to allow him to pleasure her using his special tongue.

Step 2: The chosen one is to lay facing the woman's sex, using his voice and skills to arouse her.

Step 3: Once the soon-to-be **** is sufficiently placated, the chosen one needs to get to her little hill...I am guessing the clitoris based on the picture and description. He is to trap her clitoris using his gifted tongue.

Step 4: Once the two have become one, the transference will happen; the ****'s will and her motivations will be removed, leaving the **** as an empty shell.

Step 5: This is the time when the chosen one shall subvert her mind and place his commands and instructions into her empty head. Once this has been achieved, he is to bring her to her climax in order to restore her to herself, while now being driven by his will and commands.

Step 6: Lastly, regardless of the commands of the chosen one, the first Harem member will have a drive to find eight other females as harem mates, as that is the number needed to perform even more powerful magic needed to awaken his true self. It is up to the chosen one to impart his wish for more slaves to any slaves after the first one. Then they will find more slaves for the harem beyond the first eight. All of the harem members initiated this way will have a less powerful form of the voice of persuasion, which will work on men and women but not the chosen one for obvious reasons.

I put the paper down slowly. There were so many thoughts, questions, and feelings going through my head. How could this be real? Was this evil? It certainly seemed like it. But it sounds like for this ritual to be complete and for me to reach my "True Self" the cult would have had to be feeding me those flowers to keep me under control, and I hadn't had any chemotherapy for years by now, so maybe that changes things... I couldn't organize my thoughts; there was too much going on. Just then, I heard the door open and my wife getting home from the visit with her mom.