Oh boy, now I get to tell some story. I think I shall be good at it-- I am so good at everything else. Or that's what all my new friends say: Masnia has learned to speak English so fast and so good... oops.. so well. Or: Masnia has learned to drive a "big fat fucking bus" and got her driver's license while every other Nokhon still dreads touching any skesk what-so-every... that's not right, hmm...ever! ...any skesk whatsoever. (I love that word) But I may not be too proud, I have advantages others do not. Like my father, the Alutna-ji and my lover Da-adam-ee, I have been bred for a specific purpose-- in my case, to become an Elder among the Supreme Nine when I mature., So I have had certain abilities "built" into me. Thus I learn languages easily, a talent I shall need as an Elder. Act-u-all-y, I learn everything easily, also physical skills like driving cars and hand-to-hand combat (my father has taught me many Alutna/police techniques for self-protection). I also have a Voice of Authority, although I've not yet perfected my control of that. So I am not perfect. Yet. My beloved sisters tend to tease me for watching too much American TV. I explain to them that it is a severe discipline, not a frivolity. They take my laughter for "Friends" as a sign of childishness-- fortunately I am still young enough to enjoy some silliness, otherwise my studies would be drudgery for sure. But there is no more effective method of studying how the NokhSo mind works than observing television, it's all there, right in front of you. Magga agrees with me, although she simply must because she also watches all those stupid "cop shows". But she learns, even as I do, it's just that she is more interested in becoming Alutna, rather than World Leading Elder, like me. It is often she who questions my choice of "sitcoms" (situation comedies) as essential learning material. She can be a bit of a-- how you say? --snob. Although I love her anyway. Perhaps I should better spend my time watching documentaries on Discovery or National Graphic or Top Gear; amusing political insight from Late Night TV comedians. But I can almost not bear to see the Evening News; I must grit my teeth to suffer through disasters and atrocities happening to strangers far away; it would be far easier to ignore them. But I may not-- it is my duty because of who I am. So I take refuge in fiction. It doesn't hurt so much once I've been assured that those stories are make-believe, not reality. And yet the psychology within them is valid enough because NokhSo people have written the stories, actors have pretended to love and die, artistically calculated SFX has generated incredible images. It's all social therapy. A map to what Nokhsos want, what they fear; how they think. And how they think they think! Even the silliest "rom-com" movies are full of clues. Although I am finding myself becoming impatient with most sitcoms once I've comprehended their concept, repetition has diminishing value. But any overview of the NokhSo mentality is difficult to define because there are so many differing social groups--USA people, Mexicans, blacks, whites-- they are not ho-mo-gene-ous (?) like Nokhso folk, who speak only one language and have only one culture based upon the Atli. It may truly take me a hundred years to decipher all that data. Da-adam-ee says he thinks I am here to take over the world. He means that as a joke, but I believe he is right. When I see how badly the NokhSos squander their wealth and technology for war and profit, and how fruitlessly the Nokhons waste their empty lives, I realize that somebody has to do it. I can't see any way out for me: eventually my conscience will require that I do indeed take over the world to administer it properly. But ska I sure don't want to do it just now, while I'm so young and much more interested in having fun.
But enough about me, I have been asked to tell some story. Well, it's about me anyway, and my sisters; Magga, Ma-elli-a, Ma-Liss-a and Maki-a; when we went away from the bus and into the jungle of Mexico, one day before the Ma-ket/Full Moon. We were to sequester us from the males, as is Nokhon tradition when our shyøma is flowing. That means we were to work some Sha-haka-ma magic without the distraction of male erections pointing at us. We had traveled so far and so long inside that bus that we were all ex-treme-ly happy to come out into nature at last. I can't tell if I loved that trip or hated it; it was fascinating to see so much of the NokhSo worlds of USA and Mexico, but there were also horrible things like those wicked Carteleros killing poor innocent people just for drugs and money. And it was such a long way we had come-- although it was very nice to have lots of sex with everybody to pass the time as we "rolled on down the road", I liked that. We all did. But those days just before the Ma-ket can be hard on everyone, we're all so "horny" but we may not waste the magic by yøramma before the kha-rat, and that craves much discipline. I do believe the males suffer more, while we females become lost in our magic. In the "high-tech" NokhSo world, First Wife Ma-elli-a is our leader, but when we do magic in the forest, we follow Magga. She is an "authorized" Sha-haka-ma, having just finished her studies in Aket the day before Revolution broke out. Magga is young, but quite adept, so we are lucky to have her. Besides, we all love her, it's not always a Sha-haka-ma can be "one of the girls". Magga led us to a place in the jungle beside one of the small rivulets, where we could just fit and sit in a circle. She had seen it in a vision the night before, so we were where we should be. We had already gathered ingredients for a good portion of khos each, which we partook. Now: I may not describe our female ceremony, because some MALE might end up reading this contribution to The Document, but I may say what we were after: Nokhons. Magga had been receiving telepathic tingles from other Sha-haka-mas as we had driven all that long way. First contact had come near Bluff Creek in California-land. She'd been trying to locate Mayala's mother, Da-adam-ee's grandmother in NokhSo terms. She was locating various mlønoli as we drove through the National Parks where they were hidden. She had learned about a small Nokhon community somewhere in this jungle. We would try to contact them. It took some time, but we got through to another group of six sequestered females, among them a Sha-haka-ma named Mazimpira. They were only a day's march away from us. But there was something about the feel of the contact that disturbed us. Telepathic trances are not conversations between individuals, but one group-mind to another. We sensed that those women were suffering some sort of tri-bu-la-tion. They asked how many males we had with us and we let them know: only one male Nokhon and two much smaller male NokhSos, they radiated disappointment, indicating that they needed more BIG males. There was some conflict between them about the NokhSos, we assumed because they would not have tiny hairless humans at their kha-rat, but they surprised us by asking if those male NokhSos could yøramma with Nokhon females. They seemed desperate for sex, although there was one local male in their thoughts-- whom they tried to avoid discussing. He was evidently unpopular. Then they formulated a question that chilled us: could those small NokhSos bring a noisekiller? There is no skesk more forbidden than a gun, all Nokhons fear them. We informed them we had no such thing among us-- their collective emotional response was a mix of relief and regret. They obviously had a problem which they were reluctant to reveal, but telepathy transmits emotions more brightly than words, so we perceived that they were being terrorized by that one local male and were universally unhappy about it. Magga let it be known that she was intimate with the Alutna-ji Himself and he'd been training her to be a cop. The women became very enthusiastic. Es-pecial-ly because they had all met Daklakht on his way back north, several moons ago, and had also been intimate with him during a kha-rat: best yøramma ever, they'd all agreed! Yep, that's my dad. It was arranged that their mlønoli and ours would meet for a kha-rat the next night, at a halfway point between our current locations. By the time we came out of our trance it was night, very dark, very deep in a jungle we did not know. Our NokhSo sisters were somewhat nervous about what might be lurking (a wonderful word) in the darkness around us: "Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!" they chanted-- then laughed --so I believe that was an amusing cultural reference with which I am yet unfamiliar. Actually, they were not especially afraid with us two big rough-tuff Bigfoot sisters to protect them. But they had brought up a significant point: we did not know these woods or what was lurking in them. Poisonous snakes, spiders and insects were mentioned, lions not so much, alligators though. We have none of that in our own forests of what Americanli call the Pacific Northwest. But none of us wanted to return to the bus, it was too nice being outside and it would only cause more sexy-suffering for our poor frail males. "And I'd just want to screw Addy," Ma-elli-a said, "and the other guys too. Then Addy again." Ma-liss-a and Maki-a both said, "Yeah, me too." "You girls have so little discipline," Magga complained. Ma-liss-a complained back, "Hey, we're only thinking we'd WANT to. Not that we'd DO it. We're all in with you for the girl-power magic, baby." Magga considered this, then bobbed and said, "Ra, then me too too."
We stayed in the jungle all night. Nothing ate us, although the mosquitoes tried. We couldn't find the usual plants we used to keep them away; everything growing was different in this forest. But next morning we "kept an eye out" for some plants that could have the same effect as we went back to the bus to tell our males about the kha-rat. As we came out of the jungle into the clearing where our bus was parked, we could hear our males playing their myøsik. We all stopped to listen, knowing that our shyøma would only confuse them. None of us wished for Mike to stop playing his guitar, or Pokey to surrender his rhythm, or Da-adam-ee to stop singing, so we stopped where we were and observed from hiding. Ma-elli-a was agitated: "My god, look at them! Oh gol, I just want to fuck them all so bad! Hey Liss, d'ya think we might be getting addicted to sex? I mean, even without shyøma..." "I dunno, Mel," Ma-liss-a wrinkled her face, "how many times have you gotten laid since we left LA?" "Me? Oh not so much, although at least once a day...er...with each guy. Okay, maybe twice a day with Addy. And the other guys too. That's 3 to 6 times per day." "And we've been on the road for 10 days? That's... wow... suddenly it rilly seems like a lot!" I chipped in, "Sometimes I've done Mike two or three times in a day. I like to reward him when he plays guitar." "Me too," Maki-a confessed with a little giggle, "but I still do Pokey lots more." All three at once: "My God, we are SLUTS!" then giggle. I felt compelled to add my opinion, "But it's only natural to yøramma if you have a male you like who is willing to. Or have you been harmed by this? How are you feeling?" Again, all three at once: "Horny!" "So do you wish it to stop?" I ask. The three NokhSo girls regarded each other, then broke into laughter, tee hee hee, haw haw. Magga and I regarded each other and rolled our eyes. NokhSo chicks are so silly. By then the males had noticed our presence, so we went to them and told of our appointment for a kha-rat that evening. It would take place much deeper into the jungle, where the bus could not go, so we would have to start walking soon. Da-adam-ee asked what we knew of this new mlønoli and if we really wished to join with strangers for such an intimate ceremony. Magga said, "We must. We need to unite with more minds to forge a telepathic link to Shamballah in the Far White Mountains. So that we can ask if our friends have arrived to carry out their mission." I was more concerned to know if they were all right. My father, my uncle, our funny little NokhSo trader, all so far away. If it took us this long to come to a jungle in Mexico, how far must one go to reach the Far White Mountains on the other side of the world?
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