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THE ULTIMATE ADVENTURE
CHAPTER ONE SWIMMING IN THE DARK BESIDE YOU
There was a time when I believed in truth« When country and valor meant something and honor and integrity were par for course. Those were the days when I would have died for the success of my brothers in arms« whose many hours of trial and tribulation had worn us down to a bunch of jungle animal¶s hell bent on survival. We were not about to let anything or anyone stand in our way of completing the mission which was to find the black box of a stealth fighter that went down the afternoon before deep in drug country of the south American rainforest near Nicaragua. The drug cartels were everywhere and they would stop at nothing to capture and sell or barter an American soldier for some of their compadres in an American prison. They were looking for us because they knew something crashed in their jungle they just didn¶t know who or what had made a crater the size of a football field and a sonic boom was heard for miles when the bomber had careened out of control after hitting the speed of sound. We were on the aircraft carrier Nimitz when we were ordered to gear up and that night at around 02:00 we boarded a C 130 turbo prop aircraft outfitted with rocket assisted take off canisters, and we shot off the deck at around 230 miles per hour and into the darkened night with no lights and a special anti- radar paint job sprayed on an hour before by the aviation crews. We leveled out at 30,000 feet and prepared for a HALO jump«High Altitude Low Opening Parachute jump into the ocean right off the coast at 02:30 that night wearing an OBA closed circuit breathing apparatus we hit the water and slipped beneath the surface without hardly a sound except for a few gasp as we adjusted to pure oxygen and swam towards that salt water croc infested shoreline looking for the mouth of a certain river to swim up at incoming tide. That was just the beginning of a long harrowing day in the teams«.one I¶ll never forget because I was the only one to get out alive.
It started out routine I guess; we all made it through the jump and found our way to the river in a group of eight members. We never surfaced except once to check the ingress point at the river and only amidst some brush along the river bank. We were to take no chances of getting seen because if we got spotted and caught we would have been denied by our government as to being a part of their military. We were on our own then and so we played it by the book. We came up got our coordinates off the gps and went back under till we came to an underwater chain link fence blocking the way. That was the first sign that things were going to be a lot tougher than we imagined. We could have cut through it but we did not know if it was wired for movement or booby trapped so we swam up to the bank just enough to get our eyes out of the water and noticed we were at a drug lab in the middle of the jungle at 0 3:30 in the morning and it was between us and the black box. They had generators running some lights on tripods and it looked like one poor soul was supposed to be on guard but he was asleep snoring away with a shotgun laying on his belly. A few chickens were clucking around but otherwise we noticed no movement other than a Cayman alligator swimming right by us a few feet away just checking us out. We decided to slip silently out of the water and go around the fence and not disturb the dealers or that guy asleep. We did something we are not supposed to do though we left a pack of waterproof matches on the guys belly next to his gun. They were black with a gold emblem of the seals trident and dolphins which probably made him shocked whenever he woke up and found them. We got a kick out of that thinking that poor guy probably crapped himself when he realized where those matches came from. We swam up the next 5 miles of the river before we picked up the pinger from the downed craft. We ditched our gear in the water weighted down by the weight belts in case we needed to swim back out. Otherwise we planned on calling a chopper in for a ride out once we found our objective. Then it turned ugly. When we crawled our way into the crash area the ground was burnt to a crisp«still warm and smelled like kerosene«JP5 Jet fuel. The whole jungle smelled like a barbeque. This is when we all knew what to expect when all of a sudden we all saw for the first time the horrible remains of the two pilots still in their seats still in their harnesses«.totally carbonized like pencil lead only they were complete charcoal. Even their helmetsand watches were turned to coal. One of our guys touched the leg of a pilot and it just fell apart like powder. We all gave him a dirty look like you fucking idiot! And he dropped the stick. We were not there to recover the bodies but to get the flight recorder which was in an orange box called a black box so someone could figure out what happened. After digging around while 4 guys stood guard around our perimeter armed with grenade launchers, 30 mm artillery rounds and 50 caliber machine guns along with various other weapons that I won¶t mention for obvious reasons. Any one unfortunate enough to come across us was in
for a very rude awakening to say the least. It would definitely make for a bad hair day. we found the black box we had come for. We took several photos sent via satellite to the command center in case we didn¶t get out and proceeded to set up a circle of death«.explosives that would destroy all evidence of any aircraft«or anything for that matter above ground for several miles. Plants, animals«and even water would be vaporized by the explosion that surely would shake the hell out of anyone nearby. Set the charges and headed up river. We figured if anyone suspected we were there they would be waiting down river. We got about 4 miles upriver when we set off the explosives. The whole jungle came to life. Every screaming bird and animal, monkeys, jaguars, and every kind of stinging insect came pouring out of the jungle near the blast and headed straight for us We went intothe river silently shaking our heads thinking we blew the whole damn jungle up, while laughing at the insanity of what we had just done. The poor families of those two pilots would be told their loved ones perished somewhere at sea. The black box information would end up at Langley for dissection and review, we would be lucky getting out alive for what? To continue the American way of world dominance at any price. That is when I began to see the forest for the trees«. That morning as I lay on my back looking at the jungle canopy with all of its creatures flitting and flying about I came to the realization that really there had to be more to life than blowing things up and sneaking around killing people because someone said they were bad or our enemy. Most often, they never saw us coming, never knew we were there until it was too late and they took their last breath looking like they were shocked that we were there. Yeah« it was never an easy thing to be on a mission and know another human being was going to die. Oh well«.the only easy day was yesterday was our motto. Fight with the best,«screw the rest! Was our unofficial motto. Actually it was worse«fuck em and feedem fish heads. I am not proud of ignorance by my fellow man, but I was not set apart. I was one of them , yet I always felt compassion for the enemy«.as they lay dying in a pool of blood reflecting our images as if to say : you are guilty :of this souls release. To this day I still remember those blood reflections«.so ominous so real«so human. On the way to the pickup point we all just kept very quiet and walked like stealthy tigers. No one tromped around like in the movies we were smarter than that. We were so quiet we snuck up on and touched several tapirs scaring the daylights out of them. Imagine standing there eating tubers when a green hand pats you on the ass«a human hand on a tapirs butt. They would run off into the jungle screaming like a wild pig. Terrified that some human being had touched it. That day
we hid in a river bank in the water to avoid dog teams or any one.We had not slept in two days and we were not going to sleep until we got the hell out of there and back to the ship. That night at 24:00 we radio¶d a call signal through gps that let them know we made it with the package. We knew that in less than a half an hour a jet would fly over and drop flares high above the jungle. We would go to the clearing we had found earlier and get picked up by a bell helicopter. A civilion chopper, because they were faster and less conspicuous in that area. Besides all the drug cartels had them, so we would not be obvious. The chopper was on its way we heard it off in the distance we radio¶d to him our coordinates and he circled around about a block away when we saw a ball of flame and a loud explosion as it disintegrated into the jungle about 1000 yards away and we just stood in idle silence after that and quickly headed for cover wondering who or what had shot down the helo. This is what I would call fubar«Fucked up beyond all repair«« We were now not going to get a chopper but now someone knew we were out there and we were being hunted by some really bad dudes with weapons that matched or surpassed ours. We all headed back to the river«for our training as seals taught us that the water is our dominant advantage because we lived in the water«we had no fear of the crocodiles and the locals would not go near the river especially at night. The area was surprisingly quiet for most of the night we floated downstream like beavers just with our heads out enough to see. We swam right by some pretty nasty looking crocs who looked at us like we were one of them and they didn¶t bother us at all. That¶s the thing about fear. Animals sense it like they smell blood. If you don¶t fear then they don¶t smell it and figure your one of them. That¶s why sharks, lions and other animals won¶t attack a diver in the water with them they think we are them. We made it back to the fence and had to wait until about 04:00 to go around because there were a few more people milling around and we just waited till they all went into a hootch nearby and we heard them getting drunk playing Some Spanish crap on a radio« that was to be the last time I saw my buddies alive for the next morning all hell broke loose. We were near the mouth of the river and it was now daylight. We knew we could not get a chopper in to get us until way after dark«if at all so we decided to find a place to hide until early in the morning .We found this big ditch it looked like it was a trash pit or something because a lot of plastic bags were everywhere and beer cans and cigarette butts were everywhere also. The last thing I remember was falling asleep right where I lay covered in mud and trash for camouflage. I was out like a light and I did not care if the world ended I was sleeping soundly when I was awakened by a terrible nightmare of wind blowing all around and the sound of a
thousand chain saws above me while the trees all around were being chopped apart by bullets. Dust and debris were flying through the air and I just layed there sleeping while everyone around me was completely disintegrated into nothing comparable to human. That is when I saw her for the first time just watching me innocently from a campfire it looked like as millions of fire flies buzzed around her auburn hair while the wind blew it in all directions. Everytime I looked into her eyes she would smile and I could feel a million years of deep love pour through her and into me giving me strength. I kept hearing her whisper in my ear to get up which after a few minutes I did covered completely in dust which was over blood so I looked exactly like the ditch I was in. I looked around and realized there was no one left but me and the helicopter that had come over us while we slept must of thought they had completely wiped us out. I went deeper into the jungle and found a log and just slept until I woke up around 03:00 that night with a new energy, I had completely forgot about the earlier incident. My crew was gone but I was alive for a reason that would not be clear for many years to come. For the moment I was going to get home. I went back to the ditch and after getting past the smell I found a gps transponder half smashed but still working and turned it on. I took it with me and headed down to the beach. I didn¶t care anymore what happened to me as long as it was over. I waited about 2 hours when I noticed a rubber raft coming over the water reflected in the shimmering moonlight and I knew it was a seal team. I swam out about a hundred yards to meet them and they kept asking me where were the rest of my team and I just plainly told them they went home. They gave me a blanket and sent a few guys in to scope out the area and eventually we made it to a sub that was waiting offshore After I got onboard and was checked out by the corpsman and ate, and showered I was debriefed by the captain and our commanding officer over a satellite phone. They could not believe my story. I told them everything but they acted like it was impossible so I just told them if they had a better story then use it and told them to take my seal commission and stick it up their asses«. They did not like that very much but really could not do anything to me because I was under a special command and seals are dealt with by their own«and those guys were regular navy. My actual commander gave me a week off and told me to keep quiet«job well done. The mission was actually a success. I got a promotion andoff the ships into a land base. SISAKET. The story never went any further. Not in my record or any where as far as the navy was concerned I was just some new guy on the detail in Sisaket«no one ever knew my story«.till now. It was to be many years later when I thought about that day«that woman in my dream«she was so very real. Her words stuck forever in my head. She had a strange accent and a funny broken English. When she looked into my eyes I knew that I had known her forever. She was more than an angel but someone that I had been with for eons throughout many lives. She pulled me through that mishap. Now the funny part.
Many years later on line I am working at some strange site that has mysteriously pulled me into it. And I find hiding amidst it¶s weary lair a creature so divine so humble, so very distinct that it shook loose the memory of days long past and I remembered everything. Her voice, her face, her eyes, her broken English ,her hair. I had discovered her again as crazy as it sounds Now I must choose what path I must take in order to preserve her dignity and keep her from pain not because it is what I want or what is obvious«but because my soul knows that she is completely innocent and I am to do no harm. What do I do? I must ponder on this and do the right thing. Whether I should pursue her life and be a part of it or avoid getting her involved in my spiritual adventure. The problem is I Love Her So very much. I do not want to lose her completely, but I don¶t want to let her be hurt by emotion or a bad world. I suppose that time will decide what route to take in the meantime I must be true to her and just love her as she has loved me before. She just does not remember the past as far back as I have. Not by choice but by necessity. I¶ll make her a happy woman if she lets me. Let¶s see what is next«..
CHAPTER TWO LET ME LOVE YOU It is early April
here in south Texas while the sky outside is stretching it¶s arms to feel the warm embrace of the newly revived sun, I am sitting here in quiet contemplation of what to do next in this infinite journey I seem to be on. I have been around for quite some time it seems,«yet no longer am I able to speak as easily about the past as I used to. Past«such a remote word«.telling of a time when everything was good«so fine. People cared about other people and loved one another like we are supposed to. But that all changed through the years« Now all I see is the terrible murders, riots, wars, and violence everywhere and as I try and turn away from it I see it no matter what I do. And so I found a new avenue of escape. Found deep within an inner sanctum of words«prose and poetry. I found many people quite similar to me there«.yet I still did not know for sure why I had discovered that place«until one day something caught my attention through some verse written by a very intuitive, very mysterious writer. She was possessive of a spirit that rivals none like I have ever experienced before..and so I began to dig deeper into her lair«wondering what I would find. Then one day it hit me in my sleep like a freight train coming into my soul«and she was there in my dream« staring directly into my eyes and she made me feel embarrassed that I had stumbled into her private space«yet I felt a compulsion to look back into her eyes and I fell asleep hard and deep feeling as if I had fell into a black hole. When I awoke I felt as if I had spent the night with her. I felt so deeply in love with that being«so crazy how I missed her really bad. Now it has been several months of really discerning this situation and I realized that I can¶t change THE REALITY of her being nor can I deny the truth of my love for her. The question remains; Why do I expect her to care, let alone believe any of this from some strange guy on the Internet?????
In all honesty I cannot. The only thing I may possibly hope to do is at least win her trust so that she will let me in on her life« I really do not know the future but I think the future knows itself«and it has hinted to my inner being that she belongs somewhere in my future. Meeting her even in this small capacity has been revolutionary to say the least. I cannot compare this to anything I have ever imagined nor read about or even heard of before. It is like someone pulled a veil off my minds eye and showed me a new vision of what life is supposed to be like. Who is really important and what is actually taking place is nothing short of a miracle. I thought I had everything figured out. I thought I was ready to give up and just fade away into this world system and write until I die«never knowing my true destiny. I figured that this world was really not my home«in fact I know it is not. But I was resigned to a reality that I would have to wait until eternities gates were flung apart for me to meet her again. I truly thought this because it is so very true«the reality of her being«her presence is wholly substantial and pervasive. My soul has loved hers forever and now it is like heaven felt my pain and let me in on a secret. The mystery of life is full of surprises but this is one for the history books. Here is my dilemma. What do I do now that I found her hiding amid the refuse of this silly human race«when I know for certain that she is much more than human. To tell her this would seem rather harsh yet to keep it secret would be unfair to her spiritual road ahead. Do I go out on a limb risking losing the very soul mate I love and have always loved? Or do I keep silent hoping that she too will realize the same truths as I have in due time. Secondly. .what would convince her that these things I am telling her are the truth, and why should she even care to entertain such wild wanderings anyhow? This I do not know, but I do understand the necessity to never give up. I know how long«how many lives I have spent chasing her through the infinite voids of space always falling short of actually meeting her in the flesh. Always I would be so close«like a shadow away. But then life would always get in the way of real spiritual advancement. A problem here or a day of disaster there and before I knew it I was off into the deep again just barely touching her finger tips as they carried me away for another lesson. It became apparent that I was to be separated from her for many lives«Why? I don¶t know but I do know this. They have brought me back to her this time and for whatever the reason I will not squander it on ignorance of human thought again.
As I sit here thinkin bout her name «tears drip silently to the floor. She¶s got me wonderin just the same«. Why she calls no more.
Amid the night during a summer rain«. While all the leaves reveal shame Of a heart gone Down the drain About this time I feel a faint wisp of wind near my ear« Whispering..silent, I am here Gives me a chill down my spine. To just imagine You were mine
I am going to stop for now my sweet Jarunee«I¶ll write more later right now I gotta let my soul heal a little bit. I cant stop this feeling in my heart that I MISS you so much! Ill be ok just knowing you are good and safe .you are in heavens hands darling for sure. I love you«..always have.xoxoxoxoxxox
Part two; Chapter two Leaving the world behind in a wake of turbulent foam like the rooster tails left by our boats back in the day, I see clearly a new horizon approaching full of color and vigor. It is so strange to have gone this far through life and to finally discover everything I believed about truth is actually true.
I always knew I would somehow figure out my reason for being and now it is making itself apparently clear as a crystal glass on a golden table. I used to believe that I was here to experience hardship and do different things all for the benefit of learning something for a future day or time. Now I see that everything I have done has been a preparation for a new task«.one which I never could have imagined. As I awaken to this new dawn I feel an energy propelled through my body like none ever experienced before. I feel as if I actually left and came back a different person. For the past twenty years they would take me at night and teach me different things in different lands always returning me in one piece«yet I always remembered my dreams. And I always have several recurring dreams that I have had my entire life«like someone else I know. I can actually remember my very first dream I had while still a baby. I did not feel like a baby. Now however I keep having this recurring dream of her«.staring deep into my soul and without a sound her voice goes through me to the very core telling me of her adventures«and her heartbreaks. I hear her voice as I said«just like always. Now I have known her forever«and I feel that she is actually a part of me as well as I am a part of her. She¶s not mine and I¶m not hers we are each other. My whole life I never really cared for other woman but I tolerated them because I always sensed something very important was missing. I never realized the key ingredient to real love is truth of creation. What I mean is we go through life searching for an unknown to fill our souls with happiness and come out disappointed everytime. I came to the conclusion that we all must have a spiritual partner out there somewhere. The problem is finding him/her. I had not even thought about it until by remarkable events led me to discover a hidden truth. We do not have to try to find this partner at all but only open our spiritual eyes and we will see this partner«because we all visit our partners all the time in our sleep. I began really knowing her in my case until eventually the laws of attraction in this universe took over and led me in the physical to where the spiritual was residing. Now«I not only have conclusion to my beliefs«I have confirmation to a new reality that is being born into this earth plane. That what was once the original plan for men and woman is being renewed for a future world to grow strong and evolve into the new super race we were originally designed to be. I had to put aside my beliefs in favor of knowns. It did not matter what I believed«it mattered only what was true. Now I see a vision for a true utopia spiritually because with a love born of the original design is nothing less than perfect. This human nonsense we think is love pales in comparison to this original love I am speaking of. So what to do«just where to go from here? I did not come this far to fail now. I will strive to make her aware of these truths..I already know that she understands these things because she has told me.
Her human habitat has grown a beautiful woman harboring an even more beautiful human spirit harboring a perfect soul full of grace and truth. I do not ever want to detract from her lesson here, but I also know that the day is fast approaching when everything we have been preparing for is about to happen. A new earth is being prepared with real people who really love each other. I sincerely think that she will know this too for sure she is vaguely familiar because she has been around as long as me. She knows this earth time is not our real time because in the eternal timelessness we are all the same age. Now the task ahead is this. To show her that life can be completely fulfilling when you are truly«deeply loved. A real love that transcends boundaries of humanity and is impossible to cancel or overcome by trial and tribulations. This is life.When everything done is to make the other happy and comfortable. To lift them up and build their self esteem. This is what is in the future world of married couples«. No divorce. No false barriers. Just as Adam and Eve were real«so too shall the new world people live. I think maybe we will see this new world come to be«..Real. As for her«and I«only time will tell.
CHAPTER THREE THE WAY WE WERE
The air was full of perfume as the angels poured pure frankincense over the hot stones by the crystal waters where she was about to take her evening bath. The light wasglowing a soft emerald green around the pool of living waters«for the Spirit of the Lord dwelled within those velvety soft springs which bubbled constantly out of the middle of Eden. Harp music filled with a heavenly chorus surrounded her in pure harmony while her animal friends sat around the pool because they felt happy around her. They followed her everywhere she went. For the time that her husband had been given the task of naming all of the creatures she had her own names for most of the animals. They had an uncanny relationship to her because she regarded them as her own children even though she had many human kids«her pets were hers also and she did not distinguish them apart. They acted like her children«.even the big cats« would sit around her and act as her guardians. Sometimes Adam would approach with a hesitation like caution so as not to scare her cats because they would get defensive and he would have to hug them one by one just to get to her. She would take baths freely every evening and always the angels would tend to her every need. That is how it was back then before that terrible day we had to leave«.. Before that day though life was so good. Our house was a palace made of polished granite stones built by mighty angels and kept by them also. The floors were pure polished gold and the domed ceiling was made like stained glass only the roof was pure crystals of diamond, sapphire, yellow garnet, chrysalides, emerald, and ruby, framed by carved marble columns capped with golden pomegranates that were illuminated by natural electricity that was everywhere. The inner court with the domed ceiling which was filled with plants and fountains throughout was around two acres in size«.From the circular hub of the main domed room seven giant halls branched off in a perfect seven pointed star pattern. Extending for around ten thousand feet each ending in a circular mote which surrounded the entire mansion filled with living waters. The entire house was open to the outside except for the sleeping room where we slept. We had doors made of solid gold to seal out the world and have privacy from the angels and animals«.for they were very curious always wanting to see what was happening.
Eve never had to prepare food because the angels would serve us on platters made of pure gemstones on a table of solid gold with legs cast like the feet of an Eagle with claws and all. The rooms were furnished with plush couches framed in silver and gold with gemstone decorations like rhinestones everywhere. We were no cave dwellers. Running water was everywhere. We did not eat meat. The fruit and living waters made our bodies incredibly strong. Our longing for affection took up a lot of our time back then«we were the beginning so we spent a lot of time making children«.a lot of time. Love was unspoiled by life back then. We showed affection always because that is how we spoke more often than words. Words came later as we developed different needs to raise our kids. Never were there any arguments between us as we truly understood our place and the harmony between us was perfect. We were a part of each other and so we could not argue«ever. The garden was full of giant, beautiful trees each one producing fruit in its season for food. There were two trees which we were never to touch the fruit thereof or we would not continue to live forever. We know the story here so I won¶t go into details here. The trees stood over two hundred feet tall and were so amazing that the fruit they produced was like pure honey in our mouths. Never did we not have plenty to eat and the pure water was charged with pure energy«. Every creature in the garden was under our control except one«..that shining being who was very beautiful. He was an angel of the most pure light and he entranced Eve and tricked her into believing a lie. Now this angel was to be the reason for the expulsion from our beautiful home«our beautiful garden«and ultimately our beautiful planet«. The great war happened long after we were back in our spirit bodies«and people were scattered to and fro after being slowed down by them«.for they were getting too smart too fast. So God sent the angels to confuse their language and scatter them about. The story about the fallen ones was regarding the casting out of Heaven the rebellious angels condemned to the Earth which was the new prepared place for humanity. So now after many thousands of millions of years we are faced with this dilemma. Where did we go when we left and why are we back now? How is it that we are able to even understand the past unless we were really there?.
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