The Adventures of Stevie #56
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 #56 "A Nose By Any Other Name"
Dear Carlos,
Something was wrong with me. It was bothering me a lot. I had to fix
it. I asked father to help me make it better. I don't think he wanted
to, but he agreed.
Father arranged for the boss agent of that duct job to meet us at a
safe house. A "safe house" is a place for people to stay or meet other
people in secret. Sometimes witnesses to big crimes stay in them, so
they can be hidden and protected from mobsters who want to kill them.
We brought some candy bars and orange juice. Before we went into the
house, which was a real house separate from other houses, in a quite
neighborhood in the city, I took my stone out of my wrist band and put
it on the chain around my neck, so it would rest against a major
chakra.
The man we went inside to see, didn't expect to see US. He said "YOU!
What are you doing here? I was ordered to be here, without notice. They
wouldn't tell me why. What's this about?" I took the lead, as we
planned. I said "We have unfinished business." He backed away and said
"Oh no, you don't!" I said, "Yes we do. I was wrong to do what I did to
you. I shouldn't have done it. I'm here to make it right." He was
surprised. He touched his bent nose, and said, "An apology?" I said
"Not exactly. I will repair your nose so it will be like it never
happened." He said "Impossible. Nobody can do that." I said "You might
be right, but I HAVE to try."
He said "I don't believe you." Now it was father's turn. He said "Did
you believe he could bring back the targets? Did you believe ANYONE
could do what he did to you? In any case, you don't have to believe
anything. Let him try. What have you got to lose? You like the way your
nose is now?" I could see him thinking it over. I thought that must
have been a strain. Yes, I know it wasn't nice. I'm not perfect. He
asked like a little child, "Will it hurt?" I said "You, probably not.
Me, probably so." He said "I don't understand." I said "You don't have
to. Are you going to cooperate, or will I have to put you out and do it
while you are unconscious? There could be complications that way, which
we would be better without." He thought for a while. I said, "That's
enough. Here," and I touched his hand and gave him some love through
it.
That woke him up real fast. He said "Oh!" I couldn't help smiling.
Now I thought it would be a good time to get some friendship going. I
said "We never got your name. What should we call you?" He said
"Murphy. Everybody calls me Murphy. No mister, just Murphy." I said
"Okay, Murphy, shall we get ready?" He said "What do I need to do?" I
said "First we need to find the best place to do it in. Get 2 blankets
and pillow from the bedrooms, and follow me." Father and Murphy
followed me while I walked all over the house, looking for the best
places of friendly energy.
There is energy all over. Different kinds, such as magnetic,
electromagnetic, and life energies. There are spots around and in the
earth which have concentrations of some of these energies, which look
like glowing spots where invisible energy lines cross each other, to
the third eye. There is energy which comes up from the ground, too,
more in some places than others. There was one of those in the
basement, and one of the crossed lines right above it on the first
floor, in the dining room. I asked father and Murphy to move the tables
and chairs out of the way, and lay the blankets on the floor. I asked
Murphy to put his gun on the table, and take his shoes off and lie down
on one of the blankets, with his head on the pillow. I didn't want so
much iron interfering with what I was going to do. I took of my shoes,
and sat in lotus next to his head. Murphy widened his eyes when he saw
the way I sat.
Murphy said "I think I understand a little. My mother is from India.
Her mother is from Tibet. They practice spiritual and herbal medicine."
I said, speaking like I was another person in a trance, which I was
going into, "This is going to be a little different. I can't do this to
everybody. I can do it to you, I have to, because we have a strong
cause and effect connection. What I made happen, I must unmake. The
last time I tried something like this, my fault was one of omission. I
should have seen, and prevented what happened. I almost left this life,
in bringing back hers. That was only restarting her heart. This time I
need to rebuild what I broke. This is actually more difficult, but I
know more now." Then I told father "This may take a while. I don't know
how long, and I don't know what you will see, or how you will know when
it's done. You will have to use your judgement about that. When I am
finished, you might not see a reaction from me, but I could be so
drained of energy I might die unless you help me. Make me drink the
juice and eat the candy, even if I don't want to, even if I can't lift
a finger to help. I will begin."
I put my hand on Murphy's forehead, and made him sleep. I put my
other hand in the air over his nose and locked it there. While I was
talking, I had been gathering life energy from the 2 places I was
between, through my stone, and storing it. I changed it to a kind of
healing energy, and poured it out through my hand which was over his
nose. I was not seeing, not doing, not being. I was not the source. I
was not the river. I was the riverbed which holds and guides life.
I woke up when father was trying to get me to drink the juice. I
didn't want it, but I drank anyway. Well, really it was because I
didn't want it all over my shirt like last time. Sometimes I think of
the strangest things when I'm in trouble. I heard somebody crying
behind me. It wasn't father. Murphy was holding me up from behind, so
father could help me drink. I thought that was nice of him, but didn't
need him to drip on my head. I tried to tell him that, but nothing came
out. I got strong enough to eat. Father fed me little pieces of the
candy bar. I could eat the second one on my own. Pretty soon I could
stand up. The floor was cold on my bare feet.
I looked at Murphy. His nose was back to the way it was before I
ruined it. I said, "Hey Murphy, it worked. I hope you weren't looking
for me to make it pretty, because it sure wasn't that way before I
bashed it," and I grinned up at him. He laughed. We put our shoes back
on. Murphy insisted on tying my laces for me. I accepted because I was
still a little dizzy. He shook my hand like I was an adult. I didn't
know if he thought I was one, or the kid I really was. I didn't ask. He
said "Thank you. I apologize for how I treated you before, and for
doubting you today. I don't think I will ever do that again. If you
ever need me for anything, I'm your man, now and forever." I thanked
him, told him to keep everything secret, and we went to our cars.
Before we got into our cars, I yelled at Murphy across the driveway,
"Keep your nose out of trouble, you hear? I don't want all that work
wasted!" He laughed and said he would, and we drove off. I felt better
all around.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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