The Kiss of a Unicorn

By Paul Duncan

How
often have you heard that common phrase: God works in mysterious ways?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> In this book, the author reveals how the
spiritual realm is far more complex than we ever imagined.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> And yet, it is written in a casual,
simplistic style that captures the heart and mind.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Each page is filled with intrigue, and the
words flow like liquid silver. To miss
this book, would be like missing the next greatest stage in your life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Feb 23, 2004
• ISBN: 9781414048512

Paul Duncan

Starting life as an atheist at the tender age of 9, the author of this spiritual journey soon found himself at a crossroads.  Taking a ‘leap of faith’ at 28, he joined the Fellowship, and became quick friends with a spiritual counselor.  That peace-loving swami was once a member of the Special Forces, who performed RECON in the DMZ,-- deep in the jungles of Vietnam.  Together, they uncover spiritual secrets, that had been lost since ancient times.

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© 2004 by Paul Duncan. All rights reserved.

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CONTENTS

DEDICATION

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Dedication

I dedicate this book to the God of Abraham, who has shown me great mercy. And to His Son who stands at His right hand, and serves Him well. Also to the Holy Spirit, who gives swift guidance to those with gentle hearts and open minds.

On the human level, I fashioned this non-fiction novel around the life of the great maestro, Ludwig von Beethoven… for he was a man of great passions. In his secretive world, he found a woman who filled his heart with such love, that it could not be taken by any other. He allowed himself to be constrained by societal regulations, and strongly felt that he could meet with his one true love, only in a secret location. He often struggled to live without her, but it was in vain.¹ Both he and I have gone through life being completely misunderstood by those around us.

"May your fountain be blessed,

and may you rejoice in the wife of your

youth.

A loving doe, a graceful deer… may her breasts satisfy you always. May you ever be captivated by her love."

Proverbs 5:18-19 (Holy Bible, N.I.V.)

Chapter 1

The Highway To Banishment

Do you want to know a secret. do you promise not to tell?

The Beatles

Is this safe enough for you? said the electrical engineer… as he had the beautiful young Persian woman cornered in the darkest part of the computer company’s warehouse. With a seductive smile, she moaned softly and said, But what about your wife… won’t she become suspicious? As a sly smile grew on his olive-skinned face… the tall, dark-haired Asian-American whispered, I do not like her anymore. I will divorce her… and marry you.

As I watched the micro-drama unfold (by looking over a stack of dusty computers while I was taking inventory), I sensed that they were going to ‘get physical’… so I quietly tip-toed away.

When I was back in the bright lights of the manufacturing area, I casually made my way over to the testing department. Willy (an Asian-American with a round face) was busily adjusting his oscilloscope, when I said to him, I saw Jimmy Chu and Malisha in the warehouse again, and this time they were…

Willy quickly glared at me, and said angrily, You better keep your mouth shut! If he finds out you saw, he’ll get you fired! I winced, then quickly went back to my assembly workstation.

As I was carefully reviewing the blueprint of a new voice-mail telephone (to evaluate the assembly procedures), Jeff Sojourn (a production engineer of Arabic descent), peered over my left shoulder and said, What’s the latest word, Paul? I glanced at him, and said casually, You tell me.

He smiled slyly, then said, I needed someone to do the laundry and cleaning around my apartment, so I got myself a maid. And she’s good looking too. I looked him square in the eyes, and said, You have that apartment, because you can’t always make the 300-mile commute to your new house in the desert, right? He nodded, then said quietly, My wife still has back pains from her hip surgery, so she still won’t let me ‘get it on’ with her. I gave him a dark look, and he quickly walked away.

When the workday had ended, I quickly walked through the employee parking lot, and climbed into my cherry red ‘71 Mustang Mach 1. As I was driving on Highway 163 North, I spotted the off ramp, which led to a huge, colorful mall called the ‘North County Fair’.

After I had parked and walked toward the entrance, which was clearly marked by colorful, fluttering flags at the tops of silver flagpoles… I went to the second floor, to find the ‘Food Court’. I paused by the window of a ceramic collectibles shop, and noticed that a very beautiful brunette woman, was putting some new merchandise on display. As I casually observed her, I watched as she pulled a gaudy, ribbon-covered unicorn from a small box. I stepped inside the small shop, and with a polite smile, I said to her, Do you really like those things? She looked at me with surprise and said, Well, sure! She then put the ceramic thing in my face, and said in a high-pitched voice, Isn’t it cute? No… I said quietly, I think it’s a piece of trash.

She scowled at me and said, What makes you say that? I smirked and said, Why should I look at the ceramic figure of a creature that doesn’t exist? She shrugged and said, Well, I don’t know… I grew up with the idea that they lived in a secret forest somewhere. I smiled and said, Why don’t we talk about it over dinner? She looked at me suspiciously for a moment, then a stocky, well-dressed woman (who was the store owner) said, Go for it Charlene… I’ll close up tonight.

Inside the Amazon Cafe, I looked around and gazed upon the abundant animatronic wildlife. Just where I wanted to go… said Charlene sarcastically, …a restaurant in the mall where I’ve been working all day. I looked at her with a scornful gaze, then heard the hidden speakers give off the sound of a rolling thunder. A few moments later, rain came down in strategically placed areas within the cafe… to give a realistic downpour without wetting the patrons. I then said, So… what were we talking about? She perked up and said, Unicorns… they are one of my favorite subjects. It’s the main reason that I got that job at that retail store. I’m also using it to get me through college. How about you? I paused for thought and said, I’m in the National Guard and want to continue my career in the electronics field, while I pursue spiritual goals.

She narrowed her eyes at me and said, Spiritual goals? I said quietly, Yes… something is stirring my heart to find out what the truth is about the world around us. Well… she said hesitantly, …I don’t have any spiritual goals. I think that once we are dead, the lights go out and that’s it. I stirred my coffee and smiled, then said, You’re sure about that? She shrugged and said, Yeah… I suppose so. I studied her pretty face carefully, then replied, What if I was to tell you that there were whole worlds out there… ready for you to explore. Races of people in certain remote places, that few if any humans have actually seen. She snickered then said, I’d say that you were on drugs. I grew tense, then narrowed my eyes at her while saying, I have never used drugs in my entire life. The only thing I know about drugs, is what I’ve seen on TV. Her eyes were wide with surprise when she said, "I’ve seen people at my school who were

often stoned out of their minds. I guess that makes me jump to conclusions. She then said, You know Paul… you’re a nice guy and all, but I think we should just be friends. You’re too innocent for me."

The next morning was a Saturday, so I showered and shaved… then put on my camouflage uniform to serve my country in the National Guard. On the way there, I listened to an ‘Oldies Rock ‘n Roll’ station, playing the Roy Orbison song: ‘Pretty Woman’.

When I had reached the Guard base, I found a solitary parking place and quickly ran to the formation for open ranks inspection. While we stood at attention, the commander told us that on the next drill, we would be going to Pizmo Beach for our 2 weeks of annual training. Some of us cheered, others started to complain. I was glad, and yet slightly apprehensive… because I knew that the 2 & 1/2 ton army trucks would be incredibly hard to ride in during the 300 mile journey. But once the long drive was over, there were the beautiful beaches and the nearby college town of San Luis Obispo to explore.

I met with my friends, Randy and Lamont in the radio room. Randy had black hair and a cleft chin, as he was of Germanic descent. Lamont was an African-American from Louisiana. His broad nose and protruding lower jaw, made him look like a drill sergeant. But he had a great sense of humor, and a heavy Cajun accent.

As Randy started flipping the switches to start up the wall of radio equipment, Lamont said with a broad smile, Tha’ trip to de Pizmo Beach is gonna be a good time. Doze beaches are beautiful, and so are de wimmen.

I nodded and said, Great! But… what about the trip up there?

Randy gritted his teeth and said, You have to watch out for the seats on those trucks… they’re nothing but sandbags. And the way those trucks jerk you around, you’ll be too worn out to do anything but crash in your cot.

Later that day, we began to tear down the necessary equipment, and put the radios onto large pallets.

The next morning was Sunday, and I decided to gather the courage I needed to go to a local church in Encinitas, which had once been the scene of a confrontation between myself and two swamis, just two months prior. As I drove past the church, it looked just like a white, ivy covered cottage.

I looked around the parking lot, and spied out the territory… in the hope that I would not meet with an unpleasant person, or security guard. When I carefully walked up the brick stairway and into the large, well-lighted room with many rows of ornate oak pews… I noticed that there were only a few people there. They were all sitting very quietly and smiling pleasantly, with their eyes closed. Hanging on the back wall (to the right of the podium), was a row of 7 charcoal drawings… 6 of Indian Swamis, and the 7th was of Jesus (which was in the center).

When the preacher stepped up to the podium in his business suit, he quickly covered it with an orange toga… then politely smiled to us. His full head of

short, white hair shone brightly under the lights. The skin of his Caucasian face seemed to glow with health and vigor.

For our opening song, I wish to remind you what the words really mean. The door of your heart is in your chest, and that is where God sends His personal messages to you. When you open the door, you are acknowledging Him as your creator… and thereby receiving His spirit.

When the miniature pipe organ began to play it’s delightful yet haunting music, we all stood up and sang,

"Door of my heart, open wide I keep for Thee…

Wilt Thou come, wilt Thou come… just for once, come into me?"

As I sang, the haunting tunes of the pipe organ sent a chill up my spine… then a strong feeling of love entered into my chest, and I knew that it was a spiritual touch of the good sort. The words sank deeply into my soul as I sang, and I suddenly felt a wondrous power surge throughout my body. Then I knew that He had touched me, in a deeply personal way.

When the song was over, the preacher gently motioned for us to be seated. Then he said pleasantly, We go through life often wondering who we are… and why we are here. That is why we turn our faces to God, and then tell Him of our daily concerns through prayer. He put his hands on the podium, then leaned back saying, "We rarely hear His guiding words, because we are too focused on our day-to-day activities. So what we really need to do, is get in tune with His voice… and we do that through chakra

balancing and chanting the sacred word of ‘aum’. That way, we become in tune with His voice… and can make decisions that He knows, will guide us through our daily lives."

After the service was over, I boldly stepped out of the church, and headed toward the splendid semi-tropical garden of vast proportions, that was provided by the Fellowship church free of charge. ² Carefully peeking around the corner of the huge ivy covered arbor, I looked down the lush garden path and saw that no one was about. I ventured forward… and as I walked through the wondrous beauty of the large-leafed jungle trees, dense ivy, ponds filled with colorful koi slowly swimming around, perfectly trimmed patches of clover… it all soon helped me to lower my guard.

When the path lead me to a cliff (which overlooked the vast Pacific Ocean), I breathed in the salty air. Suddenly, a deep male voice said loudly, How can I help you? Startled, I lost my footing… and started to fall toward the edge of the cliff. At the last moment, a hand grabbed my right wrist… and pulled me back to safety. When I looked at the man, I saw that he was a plump, middle-aged person of fair complexion. His hair was black with gray streaks, and he wore an orange robe. With a look of concern he said, I’m sorry I startled you. I managed to smile a little and said, Oh, that’s all right… I shouldn’t have been so near the cliff. I won’t do that anymore.

The man nodded and said, "When something like this happens, there is always a reason for it. What is

your name? I looked at him with apprehension and said, Paul… Paul Duncan. He smiled broadly and said, I am Swami Sri Pompandarosa… at your service."

We started to walk down the trail, when he said, Why are you here?

I looked away, then said, "I used to be an atheist… from the age of 9. At the age of 18, I signed up for active duty military… and during that time, became agnostic. Some years later, I was sent by the