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From: HMS Victor Victorian <victorvictorian@hushunomail.com>
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Subject: Re: +*+*+*+ The Adventures of Stevie #34 "Awakened" +*+*+*+
Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2010 09:23:14 -0600
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On 27 Aug 2010 17:43:01 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
>
>
>The Adventures of Stevie #34
>
>These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
>are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
>been true. LOL
>
>My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
>in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
>before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
>friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
>service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
>Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
>fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
>he isn't here in person. I think.
>All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
>that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
>Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
>The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
>Stevie is 11 in this story. It takes place 3 weeks after story #33.
>
>
>The Adventures of Stevie #34 "Awakened"
>
>
>Dear Carlos,
>
>
> I have a lot to tell you! Father took me to the Buddhist Temple in
>the city. I found out it's near our school, and it's a Monastery too.
>They have and teach Monks there. They are not monkeys, but people who
>live there and learn about things and pray a lot. We went inside and it
>was beautiful. There are statues and curtains and paintings and
>carvings everywhere. The colors were mostly gold and red and yellow and
>silver and wood. I wanted to look some more at the art but father
>dragged me to one of the people who was dressed in an orange and yellow
>robe. I wondered why there was no robe on one shoulder. He had no hair
>on his head. He smiled like he was very happy to see us and and bowed
>with his hands flat together in front of his face, and asked us to come
>with him. We went into a room which had 1 big fancy chair with a step
>up to it, and 5 plain chairs around in front of it.
>
> The monk who brought us there asked ME to sit in the fancy big chair.
>I knew it was a special honor but I didn't do anything to deserve it,
>and didn't want to be treated special there. So I asked like I was
>pleading, if I could sit in a regular chair because that was too big
>for me. Father signaled he agreed. The monk bowed again and waved me to
>a regular chair. Then he went out. I signaled "question" to father, and
>he signaled back "interesting" and "wait." I studied the art on the
>walls while we waited.
>
> Just a short time later a new monk came in with the other one. His
>robes were all orange and red. He had no hair too, but his lights were
>much brighter then the other monk's, sparkling all around his head. He
>had a big smile when he came in which got bigger when he saw me. I
>didn't know a smile could be that big on a real person. I was getting
>nervous. Something strange was happening, and father didn't know what
>it was either. He knows a lot, so that made me more nervous. The new
>monk said "I am Abbot Sriboshan," and he bowed to us like the other
>monk did. Father touch signaled my arm "copy." We stood up and bowed to
>him like he did, and said who we are. I felt father liked I did it
>right.
>
> The Abbot asked us to sit just after the other monk moved the regular
>chairs to face each other. I could tell the fancy chair was for him,
>but he didn't sit there. He explained he is in charge of the temple and
>Abbot was his title in English. He said the usual hospitality things
>and we answered very politely. I could tell father wanted to ask him
>why we were being treated so special. I did too, but he didn't think it
>would be polite. I was following father's lead. He knows diplomatic
>things. This is a very important religious leader. We needed to be VERY
>polite because of respect. I understood that. Then the Abbot said
>something which pushed all that out of my mind.
>
> The Abbot told me "Stephen, I am very glad you have come to us. We
>have been waiting and hoping for this, since you awakened this past
>Tuesday afternoon at 1:35." I said "What? How? What do you mean?" like
>a confused idiot, and then remembered to say "Sir." I could tell father
>was VERY alert. He asked the Abbot to explain almost in his dangerous
>voice. I touch signaled to father "wait" 2 times to make it strong.
>Father signaled back "caution and accept." I think the Abbot knew what
>we were doing.
>
> The Abbot said to father "Please Sir, if you will allow, I must ask
>young Stephen a question, and from that we will be able to clarify what
>is happening." Father said "You may proceed," but had a little warning
>in his voice. The Abbot pointed at his head and asked me "What colors
>do you see?" I said "Most you have light and dark blue and purple
>colors, mixed with white, but when you look at me there is green in it.
>Yours is much brighter than the other monk's." He said "What do you
>understand about them?" I said "I'm learning a little about them, but
>this is too new for me to know a lot. There is one thing I think I know
>is what the green means. You love me!" He said "You are correct." Then
>he explained to father what chakras and auras are, and about the third
>eye, which was one of the chakras, which opened to let me see auras. He
>told him many monks in the temple could feel when my eye opened, like
>seeing a bright starburst in a black night.
>
> Father asked him "What does this mean for Stephen, and his future?
>Will he need help or special training for this? Is there a danger?"
>Abbot said "There is presently no danger in this we know of, except
>that his peers and others may think him strange, and may fear and
>resent his extra knowledge of them. It is for this, that we recommend
>caution in revealing his new abilities to others, until he and you
>fully understand the consequences of that action. Training may be of
>some help to him, but I don't recommend we do it at this time. It is
>better for him to discover his new abilities on his own. He would have
>developed these abilities in time, but he was awakened a little early,
>by contact with another with these abilities. We know who helped him to
>open up, who will help him some more, but it must be Stephen who tells
>you. We cannot betray a confidence."
>
> Father said "So this is why you were expecting us." Abbot said "We
>hoped." Father asked "But why?" Abbot said "We wish to learn from him.
>Now, if I may, I would like to speak with you alone. Stephen may wait
>outside." Father said "As you wish, but Stephen will hear." Abbot waved
>his hand at the other monk who made a strange humming sound at me. Then
>the only thing I could hear was that sound! I was VERY surprised, and
>father could see it. Then he stopped. Abbot told Father "He will not
>hear us."
>
> I went out with the other monk and didn't hear what they said. In the
>car on the way home, I wanted to ask father what the Abbot told him,
>but didn't. He will tell me when he wants to. Asking won't help. Not
>asking shows self control. I went that way. I told father I promised I
>wouldn't tell who helped me, but I thought I could in a little while.
>Father said I should talk to Dr. Knot about all this when the time is
>right, but only after I give him a special hand signal first. He would
>keep it private from father if I wanted him to. I might do that when
>Victoria agrees. I was real happy father trusted me. I let him know it,
>which made him happy too.
>
> I spent a lot time with Victoria the next two weeks and learned a
>lot. I will tell you some of that later, after I figure out what it all
>means.
>
>
>Your friend,
>
>Stephen
Well!
This is most certainly a long way from summer camp!
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