Roscoe Forthright. GRIMOIRE

[ The lecture of Lord Shiva ]

Roscoe measure the girls, and measures Capt Evil, so a seamstress will create four witch-cloaks in deep purple, green, black and dark brown. Red cords of red cotton rope will serve as belts for these cloaks. Each girl will also wear a red-leather bondage collar, a studded dog-collar with dangling silver chains and silver nipple clips. (Roscoe is not certain if he will use the nipple clips in the ritual, but they add visual charm, especially for the BDSM crowd.)

Roscoe and Capt. Evil spend six days camping in the forest, walking eight to ten miles each day, scouting for the best location. Neither man has been camping since they were boy scouts. For Roscoe this was 45 years ago, in the woods of northern Michigan. For Capt. Evil this was only 8 years ago in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. They discover they have retained many outdoor skills, pitching a tent, building a lean-to, fishing from shore, building a campfire and cooking on that fire. The younger man was a prankster, often inventing cheerful fun. He was assisted by his loyal scout troop. As their senior officer, he commanded respect, especially when he made the other boys laugh. Once, on being told a girl-scout troop was coming to visit, coming to stay overnight, Capt. Evil rallied his men. The boys decorated the girl's cabin with colorful bras and panties (stolen from the drawers of the boys older sisters.) On another occasion, the Capt. and his trusted lieutenants caught five chipmunks, and released them in the dining hall, at noon on Jamboree Day when all the Boy Scout big-shots and many astonished parents were having cherry and pumpkin pie.

Now, in his early 20's Capt. Evil retains the playful name given him as a leader of Boy Scouts. Between the ages of 15 and 21 one, the young man acquired many tattoos, which make the name, Capt. Evil even more appropriate. When he began to appear in porn films, the nickname became the film persona, and hundreds of girls wet their panties, watching the handsome, slender young man with super-sexy tattoos pump females to orgasm! ~~

Having found a suitable location, Roscoe rents a cabins, stocks it with supplies and makes a quick trip to Seattle to gather the witch-robes, and the girls. His witches, Carolina, Beth and Kate are all eager for a road trip, a vacation in the woods, away from Covid, and Black Lives Matter and all the other current intense bullshit of living in a major city in the United States of America. They began shooting the following day.

We see a wide-view, a misty forest, firs, cedars, spruce, large maple and black cottonwood trees. Our attention focuses on the silhouette of a grove of giant cedars, towering in the half-lit sky. We hear rustlings, gentle wind in the boughs, crickets, frogs and other early morning forest sounds. Our view narrows, passes between the dark trees like a slow flying bird, to reveal a silent lake. We pause at the shore. A trout jumps, the splash echoes, and ring of concentric circle widen from where the fish had been. We hear the eerie, haunting voice of a loon, quiet at first, then filling the air over the lake, as if some evil will soon occur. A great horned owl, flaps quickly by, startled from high branches. A bullfrog begins to boom, as if at our feet, increasing our sense of dread. The fog over the lake now appears ominous, moving slowly, in thick billows toward the shore. The camera turns, as if running back into the woods, following a deer trail along a narrow gurgling stream. We hear panting, as if the cameraman is terrified, trying to escape some horrible menace. We reach a clearing, where the cameraman stops, leaning on a thick maple tree to catch his breath. We hear him growing calmer. We still here the loon, far off, as background to the loud, gurgling stream.

Our view widens to take in the entire clearing. We see lush ferns four to six feet high, bright green moss and orange plate-size mushrooms cling to fallen cedar trees.

Suddenly, we hear a strong gust of wind toss the high cedar branches. Two crows start up an angry conversation, raucous accusing each other of some awful social blunder. The argument continues as we peek past a tangle of blackberry vines and milk thistles. The crows grow silent. We hear only a solitary wood thrush some distance away. Under a canopy of fir and cedar trees we see three female witches hooded in green, black and dark brown ropes. The robes are open to the waist, revealing firm, pale white breasts. Each woman wears a red leather collar; silver chains dangle down between their breasts. The witches stand around a wide cedar stump, which rises chest-high from the mossy forest floor. The stump has is six feet wide or more, and has been polished to a smooth finish, lacquered in clear varnish. On this high-gloss surface two three-foot high red candle burn to the left and right. This is their altar. This is the place of sacrifice.

A tall, slender man enters the scene. He pushes back the hood of his deep purple robe, to reveal a noble face, a head covered in thick red curls. His closely trimmed beard and mustache are also red. This is their High Priest of the Coven. He brings out a dagger and carves a pentagram, a small precise pentagram on the smooth surface of the altar. He then approached the witch dressed in black. He pulls back her hood, and grabs her thick auburn hair in one hand, dragging her with him to stand in front of the altar. He unties her belt, strips her naked and kisses her firmly on the mouth. His strong hands squeeze both her breasts as he kisses her. His hand move to her fanny, squeezing both cheeks as he continues kissing her. Pointing with his hand to the soft moss at his feet, the High Priest commands: “Kneel, Sister Witch! The Horned-God grows impatient!” ~~ The nude woman goes down on her hands and knees, and the High Priest uses her round fanny as a stepping stone, raising himself up on top of the altar.

He gestures for the girl to rise, which she does, putting on her black robe and returning to stand with the other girls behind the altar. The High Priest takes off his robe, spreading his feet wide, to stand nude in the center of the altar. The camera moves to a close-up of the man's feet, and moves slowly up his body, showing his ankles, the raven tattoo and skull tattoos on his shins, up to his knees. The camera comes to a full stop, as if in shock, the man's long dangling penis filling our vision. Nothing in the universe exists, we here silence, awe-struck silence of eternity as we view the eight-inch soft phallus, with cedars trees to either side. We wonder what this beautiful flesh might look like fully erect! Slowly, the camera continues up the man's flat belly, up to his muscular chest, up to his handsome face, strong and kind face.

The camera pulls back, allowing us to see the entire altar. The witches now stand with their hands pressed together before their chests, in the tradition gesture of Christian prayer. We understand from the documentary subtitles, “90% of Wiccans in the United States and Canada are were raised as Catholics. Ritual appeals to them.” The witch in black moves to the left of the altar. The witch in brown moves to the right. The witch in green moves to the front of the altar, facing the High Priest. All three girls strip to the waist, the red cord holding the fallen robes like long dresses falling to their feet. We notice their nipples are contracted and erect in the the cool morning air. The witch in black lays cedar boughs on the alter in front of the High Priest. The witch in green moves close to the altar, and the High Priest kneels in front of her on the cedar boughs. The witch in green stands on her tiptoes, lifting herself up to take the High Priest's soft phallus into her mouth. She sucks it slowly, lovingly, clearly enjoying the warm, smooth flesh as it grows large and fills her mouth. Fully erect, the girl can barely get half of the cock into her mouth. She concentrates her attention on the glorious wide cockhead. The witches in black and brown now spread cedar bough across the altar, being careful not to knock over the two large red candles.

“All three witches ascend the Altar of the Horned-God” (we see this in a subtitle) as the girls climb up, and remove their robes. They kneel around the High Priest, ready, expectant.

The High Priest is now standing and offers his full erection to the witches. They take turns sucking the Sacred Member. When they do not have the cock in their mouths, the kiss and caress his smooth-shaven balls, stroke his firm thighs and fanny. After some time the High Priest claps his hands loudly, the clapping echoes in the silent woods. The witches withdraw from him, and he sits between them, crossed-legged like a yogi. The witches then draw close, two laying their heads in his lap, one laying her head between his feet. The man's cock is still, rigid, fully erect. His cock begins to shimmer and radiate a deep purple light, the cock itself gradually contains this purple cock, the flesh-tone altogether gone. The witches feel radiant warm and energy emanating from the purple cock. They move they faces and mouths close to the pulsing purple cock, their eyes tearful in awe and admiration. Each girl closes one hand around it, as if stacking hands on a warm, glowing purple baseball bat.

Now the cockhead vibrates sound, a resonant humming ~ OOMMMMM. The cockhead changes color to an azure blue, while the shaft remains deep purple. The Holy Phallus vibrates and throbs as the witches kiss it from all angles. At this moment the High Priest, the tattooed, handsome, muscular and healthy young man appears to be in seizure! His eyes roll up and back in his head. There is an ominous gurgle in his manly throat. His tongue lolls out, as if his had lost control of it. Something is not right. Some inner torment is shaking the young man. His limbs tremble. Not knowing what to do, the three girls in complete dismay, continue to kiss, stroke and suck the throbbing purple cock with the azure cockhead. They desperately hope the seizure will subside and pass.

At last, the crisis is over. The High Priest is serene. A smile spreads over his relaxed face. In a voice not his own, a rich tenor voice (not the soft bass voice of the young man) the witches hear the following words: “Remain calm, young ladies. The Lord Shiva now commands the body of your High Priest. He is still here, unharmed, watching you and loving you. Your ceremony, intended to summon the pagan god, had summoned me, Lord Shiva, the Destroyer of Worlds. Be not afraid. There is nothing in your minds or hearts which needs destroying. You are all noble Seekers of Truth. Unintentionally, you have performed the precise rites to bring me into Manifestation. I appear before you, to speak my mind, to speak in plain English, to be easily understood by people of the 21st Century. The Phallic Rite, sucking and stroking the Cosmic Cock, the sincerity of your intentions ~ even though you be actresses making a movie ~ your powerful sexual desire had brought you exactly what you desired.

You should be made aware, I am the pagan Horned-God, and I am also one-hundred-fifty-seven thousands other Gods, on twenty thousand world. I span your known Universe. I precede and follow the creation of every planet capable of sustaining intelligent life. I create and I destroy. This is my Cosmic Nature. In the sacred literature of India, in the Vedas, nothing is as sacred, as holy as worshiping my erect phallus or images of my erect phallus.”

The Lord Vishnu laughs ~ “Truly, very few humans get to see my Living Cock in person. Consider yourselves blessed! In the past ten thousand years, only 512 men and women have seen my Living Cock, enjoyed the throbbing purple with the azure cockhead.” The god is silent for a moment. “Only 43 human females have tasted my purple and azure skin, and tasted my lime-orange, sweet-flavored semen.” Lord Shiva smiles warmly.

Lord Shiva continues, “ It is no accident the creative energy and power of the Cosmos is Masculine, and the creative receiver, birth-mother and teacher is Feminine. Both the Sacred Cock and the Sacred Vagina are essential to the swirling of planets and galaxies, to keep everything in its orbit, to send comets as messenger across vast distances. To move the celestial bodies and move human minds, to keep human minds in balance, to move human minds away from methods and forms of self-delusion and self-destruction. I will say clearly: your 20th Century was the most destructive era of human history, and many bad ideas from that century are still in play in the 21st Century. Self-delusion and self-destruction continue because tens of millions of people remain unaware, uneducated to the basic facts of their Cosmic Existence. Leaders of nations are especially arrogant and uninformed. Many seem to enjoy being uninformed, and listen to no one other than themselves. The minds and bodies of such men and women are separate from the Oneness, they know nothing about the Oneness. They may have heard of it in school or from the mouths and writings of a few saints, but they do not believe one word of it. Their vanities and egos blot out all rational thought and all learning regarding larger Cosmic Realities. They have had little education about Divine Truth. And they have no interest in such education.

The religious beliefs of large, well-respected churches fall short. Your philosophic schools and modern science, all fall pathetically short of accurate descriptions of reality. The science do exceptionally well in describing physical reality, and some forms of energy transfer, but they miss 90% of the larger picture. This is the downside of creating and spread dogmas, be they religious or scientific. What all humans need are accurate and useful definitions of reality, and not just physical, scientifically measurable reality. I come to teach you some basic facts, and hope you will share this knowledge with other people. Here is one eternal fact: Each living human being is an essential, active cell in the living tissue of the Universe. Hundreds of years of suffering would will not happen, millions of citizen would not die in wars and deprivation, if leaders of nations and large populations of people understood that one basic fact.”

Lord Shiva continues, “The Cosmos Itself relies on daily interaction between healthy, joyful living cells. When millions are killed for no good reason in wars, or specific acts of violence, the Universe Itself is harmed and diminished. When a planet such as yours, continues to perpetuate self-destruction, the citizens learning nothing worthwhile at all, over centuries of war and slavery. When millions of people are killed in wars, in specific acts of violence or deglect, the Universe Itself is harmed and diminished. When a planet such as yours continues to perpetuate self-destruction, to perpetuate arrogant, ignorant ideologies for the sake of enslaving people, your world causes damage to the creative and positive energy of your galaxy. In such cases, I step in, and annihilate the planet. If the disease has been particularly pernicious, I annihilate the whole star system, and sometimes the whole galaxy. Bad behavior by a handful of powerful humans, on one world, depletes and destroys the creative spiritual energy of other planets, even uninhabited planets. As Shiva the Destroyer, I am the Ultimate Solution to the bad behavior of your selfish, small-minded, uninspiring, short-sighted global leaders.”

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This opening scene of Roscoe Forthright's fake documentary was nothing at all what he had expected. He certainly would never have imaged Lord Shiva Himself would show up, and give an insightful lecture on the failings of world leaders! The film was well-received on x-rated streaming video services, as well as a few favorable reviews from obscure Eastern European and South American film festivals. The artsy critics labeled the film as being “cutting edge”, “prophetic” and “innovative and startling.” None of this mattered at all, because most views never read those reviews. By far Roscoe's audience continued to be 90% casual porn viewers, who simply wanted to jack-off and get on with their lives. They were not looking for any form of spiritual salvation. None of the artsy critics mentioned what Lord Shiva had to say. The homosexual critics were more impressed by Shiva' pulsing purple and azure cock, and the young man playing that role. In particular, all audiences commented on the dazzling final moments, when Shiva leaves the body of the High Priest, and the young man tan and pink, large, glistening erection sways in the bright morning sun.

The three witches kneel around him, their face ecstatic and expectant, mouths open and tongues out, ready to receive the God's Semen. The High Priest gushes one, two, three, four~~~~ bursts of cream onto their faces and into their mouths. The young man is full of joy, as each woman takes his still hard cock into their mouths, to suck away every last drop of sploodge.

(Both the gay men, and all heterosexual reviewers commented on the powerful philosophic impact of that last scene. Some said it changed their lives, making them want to take holy vows and read the Bhagavad Gita.)

Two weeks after shooting the film in the Olympic National Park, Lord Shiva showed up in Roscoe's film studio. He has wearing a flowery orange and yellow Hawaiian shirt and Bermuda bright blue shorts with flamingos. He said, “Roscoe, I do not believe I said everything I needed to say in your film. Could we please make more video? I wish to add some commentary to my previous sermon.” ~~ Roscoe was amazed by this 2nd Holy Visitation! He fired-up his LED spot lights, and turned on his camera. Lord Shiva sat in a comfortable wicker chair, (still wearing his all-too-human bright eye-catching summer wear.) The Lord Shiva said: “I have previously used The Body Analogy, saying each human being is an essential cell in the living body of the Cosmos. In this comparison, we notice the the brain cell does not demean the skin cell, and the skin cell does not demean the busy blood cell. The blood cell being the clean-up crew, collecting and disposing the garbage from all parts of the body. The blood cell truly appreciates the cells lining the lower colon, the cells which making pooping possible and efficient. Every part of a healthy body appreciates the excellent and important work of all the other cells. In a healthy organism, full of creative vitality and pulsing with life, all the cell must work together in Oneness. When a brain cell, or an out-of-control immune system attempt to conquer and rule the other cells, to push them around in a dictatorial and aggressive way, the only result is revolt and various degrees of self-destruction. Likewise, when business or political leaders decide they are more important than other people, and their ideas and their way of doing things are the only way, and they push that agenda on the rest of society, pushing self-destructive behaviors into the lives of tens of millions of people. The people have three choices: acquiesce to the dictatorial control, roll over and die, or revolt. Not one of these three choices is good for the society or the civilization. The body is fighting against itself. Individuals no longer see them selves as an integral part of the Oneness. And the leaders falsely believe they are in charge of the the Oneness, keeping it all together. They are, in reality, destroying the Oneness by misusing their power. When a sense of Oneness is gone, or never truly existed, the society murders itself in one hundred thousand different ways. ~~ In my Cosmic role as Shiva the Destroyer, I am truly amazed by what human did to each other, deliberately, during the 20th Century. Many the failed philosophies of the 20th Century have been dragged into the 21st Century, and are already causing horrors. The Communist Party of China enslaving its people, millions of citizens in the Mid-East, Africa, Mexico and Central America fleeing failed governments, hoping not to die, hoping to build some reasonable way of life elsewhere.

When such things occur, on such a global scale, I truly enjoy my work as Shiva the Destroyer. When small-minded people take over entire countries or entire planets, enslaving huge populations, I do not pretend to care. I annihilate the entire enterprise. And let life start over elsewhere.”

The GRIMOIRE of Roscoe Forthright