Alternative Witchdoctory

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Alternative Witchdoctory
Chapter One.


Most people won't approve of my methods, and I don't give a shit if they do or not. I may not have my PHD, but I know a thing or two about
a thing or two. What I did know is this, the witch doctor for the Jabawa Tribe wasn't getting the job done. The natives were not happy and
peaceful. They thought about making war on their neighbor tribe just down the river. They even though about going back to the old ways of cannibalism, and nothing good could come of that.

I was the only girl on the anthropological expedition deep into the jungle, to spend a month with the Jabawa Tribe. The leaders of the group, a
bunch of middle aged professors, who've written more books than they've actually read, were content to just watch and observe the growing
unease among the villagers. These male professors offered no ideas for a solution. I have ideas, but I'm a girl, and a young one at that. I'm
seventeen in case you were wondering. I first entered college at fourteen years old, and had my degree shortly after I turned seventeen, a
degree in cultural anthropology, with a minor in linguistics. I know the Jabawa language almost as good as Professor Spiegelwort, and he's been visiting the Jabawas for years.

The month for the expedition came to an end and I volunteered to stay behind. There was no reason to go back right away. It will be summer
and I wasn't planning to take any summer classes. A couple extra months imbedded among this tribe, and I'll be able to speak Jabawees better
than stuffy old Professor Spiegelwort.

The university team departed by canoe, to go down river to the coast and I stayed behind. All I had was a small amount of supplies, mainly
medicines, and a radio in case of emergencies. I had learned how to eat like the Jabawas, but a couple more months without Starbucks or
Chinese takeout does make me feel a little deprived. Oh, and I miss ice cream. There's no ice cream in the jungle. The Jabawa's have never
even seen a cow.

I too had been watching and monitoring the degradation of the Jabawa's societal structure over the past month. My conclusion, the witchdoctor
was inept, a nincompoop. He was a nitwit, and only a few members of the tribe believed in his Magic anymore. To fix this problem, I came up with a grand scheme. The audacity of it astounds even me. I will replace the witchdoctor. The villagers will believe my Magic. All I needed was a
naked boy. There are plenty of naked boys in the tribe, actually all of them, as the only thing males wear is a sheath of a large leaf wrapped
around their penis, and the balls hang free for all to see. Plenty of naked prospects to check out to be my sorcerer's apprentice. I just need to
find the right one.

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Alternative Witchdoctory
Chapter Two.

The problems within Jabawa society is they are trying to be two things at the same time. On one hand, they wanted to maintain a hunter
gatherer lifestyle. On the other hand, they are trying to settle down and become farmers of the land and stay in one spot permanently. The
missionaries and the country's government want the Jabawas to be more civilized, less warlike. With the missionaries came the first major
change, adding a touch of Catholicism into the original religion. Many of the Jabawas pray to the Saints as well as the jaguar and the rain god.
The influence and leadership of the tribe's witchdoctor declined as some modern medicines were brough in. Flu shots and vitamin shots and
penicillin.

The missionaries tried to get the Jabawas to wear some clothes, and this got the missionaries thrown out. The Jabawas weren't going to have
any of that. They might modify their religion, but they won't put on pants. And about their religion, they believe strongly in curses, that one can
curse an enemy and one can be cursed. Basically anything that goes wrong, must have happened because there is some form of hex on them.
The good news is they believe they can get rid of their curses. The bad new is, they believe the only way to get rid of a curse is to pass it on to
somebody else, and then that person carries the curse around with them.

The witchdoctor's main job is to help people get rid of their curses, but the doctor is having a string of bad luck. The witchdoctor removes
a curse from a member of the village in a ceremony others can witness. If one is supposedly cured of a curse in the morning, but falls out of
a tree that afternoon, it's proof the witchdoctor's powers are weak. If the witchdoctor can't be trusted, then the villagers curse their neighbor to get rid of their own curse. Everybody starts cursing everybody and it's a big mess. Teenaged girls can't get friendly with a teenage boy because
the boy probably has the curse on him. Married men don't want to bed down with their wives, and send the wives to sleep in the pig house. It's
not wise to stick a penis into a cursed pussy. It might get bitten off by a piranha. Several young men have had their penis bitten off by a piranha jumping out of the water, to snip it right off.

So that's the problem. Now for my solution. It's a unique solution. I'll give it that. The professors would never have thought of it, or attempted
it if they could think of such a thing. My solution is this, and it's actually quite simple. Get a volunteer to take on everybody's curses. Every
member of the tribe dumps his perceived cause of misfortune into the one vessel, to contain a multitude of curses, as well as gripes and
complaints and anything else a member of the Jabawa Tribe feels bad about.

A witchdoctor is just too busy with running around trying to fix everybody's curses and emotional ailments everyday. He's running around from
hut to hut like a caiman with an arrow up its ass. It'd be so much easier if one person in the village was a receptacle for everything bad, was
available 24 hours a day, every day, to be of service to his fellow villagers. The only thing needed is to free the volunteer of the amassed
curses in a big ceremony, done maybe once a week, or perhaps twice a week. To present this plan to the Tribe, and to take over the role
of witchdoctor, I must make a show of Magic, something that can't be duplicated by the current witchdoctor. My secret tool is a pair of small
elongated magnets.

I ask the Tribal Chief to assemble all the boys in the village. Every boy who is 12 years old up to 15 years old. Sixteen is considered a man in
the village and no longer a boy. I also ask that everyone be present to witness the revealing of the Curse Taker, the one who can take on all the
problems, curses and negative thoughts of everyone. The Chief agrees, and the next day all the boys are brought out to the center of the
village and they are lined up. Ten boys fit the requested age range.

I had mentioned earlier, that boys are basically naked, with only their penis covered up in a leaf sheath that wraps around it. The sheath is
connected to a string that goes around the boy's hips with the butt and balls all on display. A boy is fully dressed unless his penis is outside of
the leaf that wraps around it. The only time it needs to come out is to pee, and the boys do that behind a tree, just like boys do everywhere
else, if they have no modern form a bathroom. So imagine the shock on the boy's faces when I tell them, after they are all lined up with the
entire village watching, that each of them must remove their penis sheath and to do so one by one.

I stand in front of the first boy in line, a thirteen year old. "Take off your sheath" I tell the boy, and I can't help but smile as the boy's hands
tremble in embarrassment. All the girls have gathered close by, and they are giggling and whispering to each other. They know something
amazing to behold is about to happen, but what is it? The boy pulls his penis out of the leaf. I move the boy's hands to his sides, and I move
the string around to where the sheath is at the boy's hip instead of dangling at the front. The only thing dangling is the boy's penis which
has never been out in public since the boy was probably less than ten years old. I turn toward the gathered crowd.

"I will find among these boys the one who is to be the Curse Taker."

I hold up for everyone to see the two shiny metallic elongated magnets. "These metal stones will identify the boy I am looking for."
I place the two magnets in my hand. I close my hand so the magnets do not touch each other. You see, when these magnets do touch each other, they will rattle together, vibrate, and make a loud buzzing sound. This noise and the vibration will be my Magic. The metal stones will select my Curse Taker.

The first boy is literally trembling, being naked in front of his whole village. It's so amazing, that for his entire life he has shown 99 percent of
his body to everybody. Now that the boy's penis, the ONE PERCENT that must not be seen, is seen, he feels naked and vulnerable.

With my left hand I grab hold of the boy's penis and I pull on it a couple times, then lift it up and keep it stretched out, pointing upward. All the young girls, gathered only a few feet away, gasp and laugh. The boy looks scared, as if I was about to cut his penis with a knife. I place my right hand, the one holding the magnets, under the boy's balls and grasp firmly. I hold on and squeeze for about thirty seconds, while continuing to hold
the boy's penis in the upright position. Everyone in the crowd is murmuring to each other. I let go of the boy's genitals.

"You are not the Curse Taker. Put your sheath back on." and the boy quickly gets his modesty back into place. I move to the next boy and do
the same steps. I relish the feel of their parts in my hands. I see the look in their eyes, knowing that I have full control over their destiny, or
the silvery stones have control. The look of relief on their faces, when the results of the stones is negative, and they can cover themselves
again, is priceless and so exhilarating to see. I just love it.

The tenth boy is the one I pre-selected in advance. This boy is Tenesca, a fourteen year old. He's the most athletic of the group of boys. When
you consider all the boys spend much of their day gathering food in the forest, climbing trees and swimming the river, and all of them being strong and well muscle toned, you can imagine how impressive Tenesca must look. Tenesca has the most impressive set of testicles that is for sure, and
his leaf sheath is bigger around than the other boys. To top it off, he has the cutest face in my humble opinion. Tenesca is a beautiful boy.

"Take off your sheath Tenesca," and I watch eagerly as my favorite boy pulls his penis out for me to see. It is indeed a splendid specimen. I take
hold of it in my left hand and stretch him out, rubbing it up and down. I give him some extra rubbing and his penis responds. His dick is getting
hard and the whole village can see it, and Tenesca knows they can see it getting hard. I see the boy's eyes look over at the gathered group
of young girls who are grinning at him. I place my right hand over the boy's full sized and dangling balls, cupping them in my hand, and I adjust
my hand to release the two magnets. The magnets come together, and Tenesca screams out as he feels the vibration and the tingling of the Magic
Stones. Everyone nearby can hear the buzzing the magnets make. They can hear the magic taking place. I let go of Tenesca and I step back.

"Tenesca, you have been selected by the silver stones. Remove your sheath rope. You will not need that anymore."