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The Adventures of Stevie #81
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, in year 3 of his special school.
The Adventures of Stevie #81 "Shan Advises"
Dear Carlos,
I told my foster family about the church thing. Just enough so they
had the story, not the details. They approved of me. The hugs and
kisses didn't hurt too much, either. I told the kids at school the next
day, after I announced a conference. I told Jan and Chad first, so I
could tell them about the dog, which I didn't tell the others about
later. They thought it was funny. I did too. We hugged and kissed. I
didn't tell anybody about the light around my head. Rod saw it, but he
understood I didn't want to spread it around. Everybody called me a
hero again. I wouldn't have told them because of that, but they have to
know about these things. Everybody should know. Kids shouldn't be
FORCED to do natural beautiful things like sex. It makes those things
unnatural and ugly, and could hurt kid's lives forever. They might
never be able to think about sex in a healthy way after what they went
through, or ever trust anybody.
I went to visit Shan at the Temple the next Saturday. I told him
about the Church thing, and my tricks. He smiled and said "Who were
you?" I said "Oh no you don't! You're not going to get me to believe
that stuff. I wasn't those Saints I talked about." He said "How do you
know you weren't?" He couldn't or wouldn't stop smiling. I said
"Because there can't ever be enough proof to make me believe it.
Everything that could point to reincarnation being possible, can point
to other just as strange ideas, like group unconscious, racial memory,
or time travel with the mind. To convince me, the proof would have to
be possible ONLY if reincarnation were true. I can't see that
happening." He said "Your stone is known to have been in the family of
Saint Francis, who was an actual person, who received his call to serve
his God while still a youth." I said "It's interesting. Even fun to
think about it, but it's not proof I was him." I knew I wasn't going to
make him put away his big smile, so I thought I would give him
something actual to smile about and said, "But it could be why I like
Italian food so much."
Shan said "I see you have created an extra chakra. You have found the
need to store more energy?" I said "I needed it to fix somebody's nose
I deliberately broke. I discovered after I brought the little girl back
to life that what I did to save her could have killed me. My body just
couldn't hold enough energy the way it was, to do what needed to be
done. I'm not big enough yet, so I made the storage chakra. I don't
fill it unless I need it, because it's a little uncomfortable and
distracting that way." He said "I have a possible solution to that
problem. Have you thought of making a chakra within a chakra?" I said
"Insulation, like a thermos bottle? That's a good idea. I'll try it and
see." He said "Where do you get the energy to fill it?" I said "There
is free energy all over the place, but where it concentrates is easiest
to take, like where energy lines cross." He said "You know where else
you could take it from." I said "NEVER! It would be nicer to kill
people than to take their life energy! I couldn't ever to that."
Shan said "But it's a natural thing. People give and receive energy
from each other all the time. Some people give more than most, and some
people receive more than most. Some people have such an energy
imbalance, they drain a little energy from everyone they meet. They
don't know they are doing it, nor do their victims. All they might
realize is that they feel more tired around those people than at other
times. The effect lasts only a minute or 2 after they leave them, so it
causes no real harm." I said "I didn't know about that. I can see how
it might happen, but I know this process can used on purpose in a bad
way." He said "You are correct. You know what CAN be done, will be done
by some, no matter how bad it is. Some things are just too irresistible
for some people to ignore. What will you do, should you encounter such
a one?" I said "I don't know. It would depend on the circumstances." He
said "Bear in mind that such a sorcerer would be aware of you and some
of your abilities, possibly before you could understand him for what he
was." I said "That changes things. He would know I would oppose him. He
would run or attack. What should I do in both situations?"
Shan said "If he runs, you can partially track him by identifying his
victims he would leave in his wake, by their depleted condition. Be
aware they might have orders to attack you, if you follow. If he would
attack, keeping your Third Eye closed would conceal something of what
you could do, but he would still see your developed chakras, and
understand what they mean. You would also blind yourself. You wouldn't
know about him. He could attack you by surprise. Insulating your
storage chakra would enable you to keep it full, and so be useful
should you need the energy in an emergency to defend yourself. Making
your other chakras stronger would help you. In defense, there is
something you can do with an empty chakra. If he uses energy against
you, taking it from him and storing it, would be the last thing he
would want you to do. Using energy directly against him, only feeds
him, which would be a very bad thing to do. Remember, he probably can't
talk to animals, but he can drain the energy of people around you, to
attack you with it, while you will not. A person with very low life
energy is easily dominated and controlled, just like you did with the
dogs. If he can control his victims, until they have regained their
energy, it is likely you can take his control away from them, and
substitute your own. He may not know you can do that. You may be more
powerful than he is in this area, because of your stone. None of this
may ever happen. You may never encounter such a person in your current
life. However, being aware and prepared isn't such a bad thing, as you
would be a very tasty meal for such a one, and all the more so, because
of the excitement of conquest."
I said "Why didn't you tell me all this before?" Shan said "You will
tell ME. Begin." Another teaching moment. Frustrating. I said "I would
have tried to make a storage chakra before I really had the ability to
do it, and could have killed myself trying. I wouldn't have been
noticed then. Now that I have it, I'm more noticeable to them, if they
exist, so now I need to know what to do about them." He said "Correct.
If for the sake of argument, reincarnation is real, which would be best
for the safely of the human race? Should such a monster be killed, or
contained?" I said "Contained. That's obvious. IF reincarnation is
real." He said "It's as real as these monsters are, because they will
remember their past lives, and everything they learned in them, which
could give them a considerable advantage over someone who has not
accepted this is so. If you encounter one, you must accept that
reincarnation is real." I said "I'll think about it. Is it possible to
destroy somebody's base chakra? Could he live without one?" He said
"Ah, the warrior to the fore! Already you anticipate combat. Yes, it
can be destroyed, and you are right, it is the best one to attack in
these people, who are ruled by it. I don't know if one can survive
without one of the seven. What is written about it, which is very
little, is contradictory. It is my sincere wish you never have to find
out." I said "My wish too. Can you show me how to strengthen my
chakras, or shield them?" He said "Yes, you are ready for this, but it
will be VERY painful. You will learn by being attacked, and resisting."
I said "Is there a long recovery time? Will I need to plan my
activities around it?" There wasn't, much.
They tortured me. Deliberately. As much as they could. As often as
they could, for about a minute, between recovery times of a few
minutes, when I drank butter and honey tea for energy. And I asked them
to. The monks who did this wore themselves out real fast, and were
replaced with new ones, who wore out and so on. I didn't have a
replacement. This lasted for hours, until I learned how to protect
myself. I can't tell you more about what happened, because there aren't
any more words for it, but I can tell you about some of the strange
reactions I had when they were attacking the different chakras.
Sometimes I would go blind. Sometimes I couldn't stop myself from
laughing or crying. Sometimes I had strange thoughts and feelings which
weren't mine. Sometimes different parts of my body would jerk or move.
Sometimes I hurt a lot in different places. Sometimes it felt so good I
almost squirted in my pants. That would have been a really messy
embarrassment! They stopped attacking me when I could ignore what they
did. When it didn't affect me any more.
Shan said "You should know you weren't just defending. You attacked
some. That's alright, it didn't last long enough to cause harm. You are
very powerful. For a small genius child named Stephen." We grinned at
each other. I said "I have a question. When I faced the Priest, I
transformed some life energy to visible light around my head, to
impress him. I can do it again, but I don't know exactly how it works.
Can you help me to understand it?" He said "It is a matter of
vibration, which you can and did control. You could have just as easily
turned it into heat energy in the infrared part of the spectrum, and
burned yourself to a crisp, or directed it from any part of your body
to heat up something, set it on fire, or melt it. I will demonstrate."
He lit a candle across the room with a wave of his hand. I said "Wow!
Why didn't you tell me this before? Wait, don't answer. Because I had
to learn the energy control and transfer on my own. I understand more
now. I have to discover I can do something in a general area first, and
do it, before you can teach me the finer points about it." He said
"Correct." I said "I knew you would say that." We grinned. We hugged. I
left.
It wasn't easy covering up my still awake and aching monster on the
bus, which was mostly empty. Some people noticed and wanted me. They
didn't get me. I got home in time for supper. I asked if I could wait
for ten minutes to take care of an insistent problem. It was obvious
what I meant. No clothes, remember? It was okay. I went back to my room
and it took only about a minute to squirt to heaven. It must have been
really building up during the training torture. It was another minute
before it was asleep. Then I went to eat.
One more week before Dan comes home. I can't wait, but I have to. I
wonder how he will get used to being with no clothes on in front of
Zack and Glena, and most of all, the girls. I hope he can get used to
it without too much trouble. I will do my best to help him keep his
outside the bedroom boners to the minimum. You know I will! I don't
think he will complain about that.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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