The Adventures of Stevie #41
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 12 in this story. It is Spring of year 2 of his special
school.
The Adventures of Stevie #41 "Gifts Beyond Measure, Part 1"
Dear Carlos,
My first morning in my new home! I woke up before Jeremy. His face
was toward mine. I didn't want to lose any second of seeing the face of
a Saint in the heaven of sleep. I started crying silently. I thought
that was strange until I figured out why. I was crying at the thought
"What if I had never met him?" So that's why people cry when they are
happy! They can't help thinking somewhere inside them how bad it would
be if the happy thing had never happened. This one sure did happen, so
I stopped crying before he woke up. This is the strangest way I ever
learned a lesson!
He woke up and we kissed good morning. We used the bathroom together
to save time for the others. Saved water too. Some people like to
shower at night. I don't like to go to bed damp. I like to wake up more
to spray on me, and start the day thinking new things, because I don't
really have to pay much attention to my body washing itself. Unless I'm
in the shower with Jeremy. That's a whole different thing, or things.
We have to be very careful not to make any sudden moves so we don't
fall and get hurt, so it's just washing each other in a hurry and no
playing, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy it. A lot. We did.
Really!
We went to help with and eat breakfast. I didn't even think about
dressing. Jeremy didn't either. Nobody cared. It's a strange kind of
extra freedom when you don't have things holding you in and keeping the
world away from all of you, like clothes do. I like it. Until I found
out what a spoonful of hot oatmeal does to my bare monster. Jeremy
noticed my "Ouch!" and what caused it. He tried real hard not to laugh.
I didn't want him to strangle himself, so I laughed at me with him. He
explained to them what happened. The meal after that, they all tried to
beat each other to give me napkins to protect my monster from spills. I
thought it was funny too. Everybody here is so nice.
There is something else about not having clothes on like the other
people in the house, I really didn't expect. My monster was sleeping
all the time. Before, it would wake up a lot all day. Now it doesn't at
home when I thought it would want to. It's not like it can't, because I
tested it by thinking thoughts that always make it wake up. Nobody here
cared when it happened, so it went right back to sleep. Strange, but I
like it. I have never been more comfortable outside of Jeremy's circle
of arms, than just being me in this new home.
We got my bed from the attic and put it together. We got an extra
chest too, which father filled up with my clothes he brought right
after we finished. He brought my school work and some art supplies. I
had forgot next week was Spring holiday. We didn't have school next
week. He stayed for lunch, and undressed like the rest of us. I made
sure he had a napkin, just in case. He thought it was funny when I told
him why. He didn't like it so much when I said "The food here is great,
so I can actually eat it. Even better than summer camp. Maybe I can
start growing now." Mother has trouble just boiling water. Maybe
because it doesn't care about being slapped. Maybe it did. She got
burned a lot.
Father had some news for me. He said Abbot Sriboshan called him in
the morning and asked him if I could visit them today or tomorrow. A
special guest he had, wanted to meet me, before he had to go home.
Glena said in surprise "You know Abbot Sriboshan at the Temple?" Father
said "Stephen does. Do you know him too?" She said "No, I read about
him when I was learning about crystal power. They say he's an expert."
She showed us her crystal collection. I asked her what her favorite
crystal was. She said amethyst. I said "Good for clear thinking." She
looked surprised and said "You know about this?" I looked at father. He
signaled "trust". I said "I'm learning." Then I had an idea. I said to
father "Can we all go today?" He said "I can't, but maybe Zack and
Glena can take you, if they want to, if the Abbot agrees." Glena was
eager to go, so I asked father and Glena "Can I call Shan now?" They
both said yes. I could hear Glena whisper to Zack "He called him
SHAN!". Just before I called him, I told them "Sure, he's a good
friend. I have visited him lots of times." It's true. Sorry I didn't
tell you about it before. I called, and he said we could all come.
Father left. We got dressed in fancy clothes we really didn't need to,
because Shan doesn't care about that. He only cares about who and how
people are, not what's on the outside. Then Zack, Glena, Jeremy, and
me, went to the temple. The girls didn't go, because they said they had
other plans. I think it was because they weren't interested. What
happened was really different from any other visit I had there.
A monk took us to the usual room I visit Shan in. We all bowed like I
told the others how to in the car. We did introductions and had social
tea together. Glena was looking around at everything like it was a new
exciting world to her. I know the feeling! Zack was looking at his wife
and smiling in happiness for her. I liked that a lot. The monk which
brought us offered to show them some crystals. Shan told them that was
fine. He wanted to see me privately about something important, anyway.
They went. Jeremy stayed with me, of course. His love for me kept him
from feeling left out. Then Shan gave a special greeting to Jeremy, and
said "Stephen has told me about you. I am honored to meet you at last.
I feel your love, and I thank you very much for sharing it with us."
Jeremy bowed to him and said "It is I who am honored, deeply honored
beyond any words I can say, that we share friendship and love with
Stephen together." Jeremy always knows what to say to make people feel
good. I hugged him. Then I hugged Shan. Jeremy was surprised such an
important person like Shan would let me. I whispered to Jeremy "He's
human too." And motioned him to hug Shan. He was a little shy, but he
did it. It was so beautiful how their auras got together, I almost
cried. When it was over, Shan said to me, "Now I understand." I said
back to him, "Right! If we could give everybody a bottle of THAT, there
would be no more hate or wars in the world." Shan said "Alas, we
cannot." Jeremy turned a pretty shade of pink in embarrassment. I poked
him to distract him from that, and ticked him a little. Shan gave us
his best smile to make it alright.
Then Shan got serious. He told me to open my third eye wide all the
way, like I had practiced. I did, and right away I felt something
different I never felt before. There was somebody around with a very
powerful aura which was all white. They usually have a mix of colors,
but this one didn't. It meant it was all sprit, and nothing about the
body. I didn't know that was possible. Near the light, but not in the
same room, was a thing of different lights which wanted me to go to it
very strongly. I told Shan about both. He nodded. I could feel Jeremy
was confused and concerned for me. I took and held his hand, so he
would feel better. He knew to just watch and be happy for me. Shan told
me to go to the thing which wanted me to. I led the way.
We went down some hallways and then into a room which looked like it
had the treasure of Aladdin in it. Jeremy was looking all around with
his eyes about to pop out. I hoped they wouldn't, so he could keep
seeing all the pretty things. I went to a fancy box on a table, and
almost reached for it. Shan nodded, so I opened it. Light exploded out
of it like it was going to blind me, but Jeremy acted like he didn't
see it, which meant he couldn't, so it was spirit energy. It looked
like a gold pendant with stones in it. I never saw anything like it
before. Then I saw it was just one stone, with just enough gold around
it to hold it. The stone was about an inch and a half round, and
polished smooth, and a little rounded on top. I couldn't see what color
it was, because of the lights, so I asked Jeremy to tell me what it
looked like. He knows about jewelry and gems. He said it was a very
light clear blue he could almost see through but couldn't because it
looked like it went on forever, and the color looked like it changed to
purple and to white sometimes, with lines of different colors which
moved and squiggled like live snakes across the top of the stone and
inside it. He said it wasn't like any gem he ever heard of. I didn't
either, but I had an idea what it was for. A focus stone, which people
use to focus their energy to do things with it's help which were too
hard to do without it.
Shan told me to pick it up. I did, and I knew right away the stone
loved me. That was VERY strange. It stopped glowing so much and went to
sleep happy. I know it sounds impossible, but I can't help that. Then
Shan said "It is yours." I said "Huh?" I know that's not what a genius
is supposed to say, but I did, anyway. He said "Take it, it's yours." I
said, "I can't! Father would never approve of such a priceless gift."
He said "It's not a gift. It has been yours for centuries. You have
proved it is. Only it's true owner could have been so drawn to it, and
quieted it in his hands." I could feel he was right about the last
part. It didn't pull at me now. It was home. The rest he said was about
him believing I had past lives, like in reincarnation. I'm not ready to
believe that stuff yet, and he knows it. I had to accept the stone.
There was no way not to. Politeness and diplomacy made it so.
Shan showed me how to put it on the chain he had made special for me
in the right size to fit right around my neck, and hung it on me, under
my shirt. He took the little chest it came in and wrapped it up for me
and said I would have it when I left. I was worried about what he said
next. "The stone is safe for others to touch by accident, or with love,
as long as you are wearing it, but it might make you feel uncomfortable
if they do it. I recommend you avoid it. If a person touches it with
evil intent, even if you are not wearing it, the stone may cause him
some harm. I recommend you do not let others see it, or know you have
it." Oh my! "When you are not using it, you may enclose it in this silk
pouch," which he gave to me.
Shan said "Do you remember the reason I asked you here?" I nodded,
too afraid to speak. I didn't think my voice would work right. "We will
go see him now." At the door to the room the person with the blazing
white aura was in, Shan said "Abbot Tensing is one of my most cherished
teachers. He is 93 years old, and very near the end of his present
life. He has been waiting to see you for 12 years, HIS most cherished
teacher, before he leaves us. He is blind and deaf, and does not move,
but he will see and know your spirit, which will be enough. Please sit
before him for a few minutes, and then return to us." I did, and that's
all I will say about that.
I didn't want to think about what would happen next, when we were
walking away to join our house-parents to leave. Shan and Jeremy
respected my silence. Then Abbot Tensing's bright light went up and was
gone.
We left. Something else important happened later. I will tell you
about it in a different letter. I'm tired. I'm sad. I need Jeremy's
arms around me now.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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