The Adventures of Stevie #85
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 #85 "About the EYE"
Dear Carlos,
I visited Shan again last weekend. Dan wanted to come with me. I told
him, "We will be discussing things which you don't know anything about,
which we won't have time to explain to you, even the little bits which
can be explained in words. Freaky stuff." He knew what that meant. He
still wanted to come. I said "Alright, if you promise to never talk
about it with anybody without my permission. And you MUST keep good
security when we are in public, about EVERYTHING about me and my
school, and the kids in it, and my father. If you don't, our school
might have to be closed, and I would be a very lost and disappointed
sad little kid." He agreed, but I'm not sure he understands how serious
it is.
We waved hello to the people we knew on the bus, and talked with them
and the driver. Dan and I spent most of the time discussing the Temple
and Buddhism with each other. He didn't know anything about other
religions, and I thought he should be prepared for what he would see.
He was very interested. He asked if it was my religion. I said it
wasn't. "I don't believe in religions made by people for themselves. I
don't need people getting in my way between me and God." Dan said "I
never thought about it that way, but my experience makes me think it
could be a good way to believe. I'll have to think about it some more."
Dan was all wide eyed at the Temple, looking all over everything. I
was afraid his head would twist off his neck. We went to Shan's office.
I hugged Shan hello and introduced Dan, who bowed like I showed him. I
could see Dan was impressed, which impressed Shan, who had a big smile
on for him. Dan sat beside me on a pillow, just like Shan and I did. I
asked about the Third Eye, which was the reason for my visit. "My Third
Eye was opened early. Victoria said it would have opened on its own in
a few years. How often does that happen, and are there other ways to
open it?" Shan said "It is very rare for it to open naturally, and more
rare how yours was awakened. Most often it opens after many years of
proper meditation and study, in those who are fortunate to have the
inborn talent. If necessary, in an emergency, for those who have the
potential, it can be opened artificially by surgery. I hole is drilled
in the skull between the eyes and above them about an inch, and a
sliver of specially treated wood is inserted into the brain, to the
proper depth. if this is done perfectly, the Third Eye is opened. If it
is not, the result may be death." Dan and I both said "Wow!"
I said "Is it possible for it to be forced closed by somebody else,
or destroyed? And if that happened, would that person lose control of
his chakras, and not be able to direct their energy absorption and
emission?" Shan said "Not completely, if the person were very well
trained, but it would remove any danger he would pose to others, by
misuse of those abilities. The Third Eye can be closed by another, by
the use of directed energy, but not for very long in a talented
individual. It could also be closed temporarily, by deliberately making
the person overuse it. This you should be aware of for your own
protection. It can be closed permanently, by force, using energy or
physical attack, but that is likely to cause other damage to the brain,
and may cause death. It would be very damaging to your spirit for you
to use your special abilities to cause someone's death, no matter how
much it is justified." I shivered and whispered "I know." Dan hugged
me. Shan nodded approval at both of us.
"Thank you. This information could be very useful. I have another
thing I would like help with. I think my stone is safer where I cary
it, but it is not at a major chakra. Is that a problem, and if it is,
can it be helped?" Shan said "You are correct, in that it would work
better near one of the major chakras, and yes there is a way to improve
its function where it is. You already know how to make new chakras. You
can make one under where you keep the stone, which would enhance its
abilities. Even better, you can link that chakra to any other chakra
you wish, to make its communication with your center more efficient." I
said "That's great! I had almost thought of doing something like that
in the palms of my hands. Can that stone chakra be linked to more than
one main chakra at the same time?" He said "That is a new question, for
which I don't know the answer. It might not be safe to try it, but I
just don't know." I said "Okay. Can I be attacked through my stone, and
if I do link its chakra with a central chakra, would that increase the
potential damage?" He said "It's possible for an adept to block your
stone, but I don't know if you can be attacked through it. We know very
little of your stone's functions, abilities and vulnerabilities,
because it responds only to its master, you. You have, very wisely, not
documented what it does for you, over the centuries." I said "Not that
reincarnation thing again! I don't go with things I can't experience
and prove." Shan said with a smile "You will." I groaned loudly. We
both laughed.
Before we left, Shan gave Dan a book which explains about chakras and
the Third Eye, and other psychic things. Dan looked through the book on
the bus. One of the students who ride with me sometimes, noticed it,
and they talked together about it. I leaned back and watched. I
couldn't help smiling a little. They both kept glancing at me from time
to time. I think they were wondering when I would say something
intelligent and important about something they were talking about. They
knew I could, but I helped them know I didn't have to all the time, but
I did say something important, just before we got off the bus. I said
"Remember, with knowledge and power, there comes equally, the
responsibility to use it for good. One of those responsibilities is to
protect the innocent, and oppose people who would use their power for
my hand to cut him off and said "Yes."
We went inside and to our room to get undressed. We didn't talk, but
he looked at me strangely a few times. The rest of the day and evening
Dan didn't say anything to me, or touch me. I got a LOT of studying
done. I did notice Dan look surprised at how fast I was reading. I have
to be careful of paper cuts, I turn the pages so fast. We got ready for
bed. Then Dan opened his arms to me. He could see me hesitating, so he
came to me and hugged me gently. I cried. He carried me to his bed and
we sat and hugged a while. I didn't stop crying. He said "I understand
why you didn't want me to come with you. You were afraid it would
change the way I see you and feel about you. It did, and I'm very sorry
about that, but it only confirmed something I suspected all along.
Remember the first time you hugged me, on the hill, and I said you were
something special? Well, I was afraid to use the word I really meant,
which was 'Holy'. I have worshiped and respected you ever since, and
more each day, as I learn how much more you are, in all the good ways."
I stopped crying. I really need to stop doing that all the time. It's
embarrassing, and MESSY. Not the best thing for a nudist with no
sleeves to wipe his nose on. I said "I'm sorry for being such a
crybaby. I shouldn't try to hide who I am from people I love, who I
live with. It causes problems." He said "Oh sure, you are a real
problem. No, not just to die for cute, and brave and talented, and so
sexy it drives everybody wild, and so intelligent he doesn't know what
stupid is, you are a real big problem. Yes you are! Such a big problem,
I don't know how anybody stands you. Oh, but they do, so maybe we
should revise our position about the problem. Actually, they LOVE you.
So maybe you shouldn't go around inventing problems which don't exist."
He poked me. "Right?" He poked me again. "Right?" Another poke and a
tickle. "I'm going to keep on saying this until you get it, no matter
how long it takes." Another poke and more tickling.
I jumped on him and tickled him real hard all over and said "I'll
give you a RIGHT! And a LEFT! And more of that until you give." He
laughed and giggled for a while. He resists pretty well. Then he gave.
We played with each other's nuts for a while. That's a GREAT way to
relax with a really good friend. He said Tommy had visited him when I
was at school the day before. He said "Tommy is really something. I
didn't realize how such a powerful man could be so gentle and loving. I
understand why you love him. I do too. He said I should try to meet
more gay people. He showed me he's right. You don't have to say, but I
think it was your suggestion for him to visit me. Thank you. No, don't
say anything." He kissed me tenderly. We went to sleep with our arms
around each other, nose to new nose.
I woke up first in the morning. I noticed he was all sticky. I must
have squirted on him in my sleep. It must have been a VERY good dream.
I wish I could remember it. He woke up and I told him. He was
surprised. We talked about what might have caused it, but didn't come
to any conclusions. It does happen to boys and men, usually if they
don't squirt in a long time, but I have been squirting every day. I
decided to end the discussion. I grabbed his monster and nuts and
kissed him. He grabbed me. A while after that we squirted, just to make
sure my plumbing worked properly. Right. Absolutely. I can't help it if
you don't believe me, when I don't believe me either.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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