The Adventures of Stevie #98
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, after the
winter holiday break.
The Adventures of Stevie #98 "2 Faiths"
Dear Carlos,
Chad and Rod woke me up in time for lunch. I had missed breakfast.
They did take time to make me squirt. They didn't do each other then,
because they already did that with Dan before he went to school, while
I was still sleeping. They helped me wash up and get dressed for the
meeting. Then we ate lunch. Zack was at the clinic. The girls were at
school. Glena was dressed nicely, to be the hostess. She was all
excited to have such important religious people visiting in her home. I
was happy for her. She hugged and kissed us a lot. There weren't any
complaints. They set up my bedroom for the meeting, with extra chairs
from the living room.
Shan came first, with a monk in attendance. Then the Cardinal came,
with a Priest. I didn't expect them to bring extra people. I didn't
like that the Cardinal did, because only he saw what I could do that
day. I helped with the introductions, and said, "I'm sorry I didn't get
up to greet you, but I'm recovering from a serious injury. How it
happened and why, is what I would like to talk to you about. Before
that, would you please explain why you brought your companions, and
what they might be able to add to this meeting?" They didn't give a
satisfactory answer, so I asked those extra people to wait in the
living room, when we went to the bedroom for the meeting. Chad and Rod
helped me there. The Cardinal carried the candles he brought. They were
BIG. About 3 feet tall, and smelled like they were made of beeswax.
I said "You both know I can so some strange things. I can explain
some of it with Eastern science, which Western science doesn't accept,
or with religious teachings of the Catholic church. For example.
Cardinal, you might believe the Saints were speaking through me, in
your office. Abbot, you believe I was actually at least one of those
Saints in a past life. There is some evidence to support both theories,
but I don't have to believe them. What I can tell you, is that when I
am in a stressful situation, where I need to do something more than I
can do to make things right, something happens to me I can't describe,
which helps me do it, and sometimes leaves me with new abilities I
didn't have before. That light you saw around my head, was something I
never did before. I can do it now any time I want to. The important
thing here is, I know how it works. I will explain."
"Eastern science says there are life energies which accumulate and
are centered in our bodies in certain places. Different from most
people, I can sense them and use them in unusual ways. Part of me made
that light from those energies, so you could see my aura, which people
sometimes call a halo, which all people have. Saints are shown with
them in paintings, but only a few people can actually see them. I was
born with that ability, where most people who have it, have to study a
very long time to get it. Because I can see these energies, I could
learn to use them for different things. I will demonstrate. See that
candle?" I waved my hand at it and lit it. "That was a very minor use
of this ability. The first time I did it successfully, I burnt the wall
behind it, at school. That caused some attention I didn't want, which
I'm sure you can imagine. This is not sorcery, or magic, or a miracle,
like it might be called by some, but the application of a kind of very
real science. So real, you can burn your hand on that flame. By the
way, I like how it smells. Can I keep it? Any questions so far?"
Only the Cardinal had something to say. He said "I have already
accepted that you can do some very unusual things. Things which support
my beliefs, as you well know. I consider them to be miracles. I believe
the Abbot considers them to be an expression of his science. You
already knew this. So, I must assume you have something else in mind,
so important that our individual beliefs are secondary to your purpose
here. And so unusual, you need to go with this roundabout way, to lay
the groundwork to convince us of something utterly fantastic. You have
already impressed me enough through our last encounter, that I'm
willing to listen. Up to a point. Please continue."
I said "Both of your religions describe in them, Saints and Demons,
with similar supernatural abilities, which are different only in
motivations. Good or Evil. For the sake of argument, please change that
to Generous and Selfish talented people. I am not evil. I can't be. I
can't unjustly harm anyone with my special abilities, without those
abilities turning on me, and harming me. Selfish people don't have that
problem, because their evil deeds, a little at a time, have changed
them to make them immune to their destructive consequences. Now, here
is where it gets tough. You both know I can do some unusual things.
That's nothing, compared to what I can really do. If I had the will,
which I don't, I could do some really horrible things. I could set off
explosives by thought alone. I could kill without touching someone, and
increase my power by doing it. I could control almost every thought and
action of many people at once, and not even be near them. I have these
abilities, and much more, but I can't have the will to use them. Why I
asked for this meeting, is that there are people who can do some or all
of what I can do, and maybe more, who DO have the will, and actually DO
these things. I defeated such a one recently, and I'm recovering from
that battle now. I only discovered him, and what he was doing, because
he attacked Rod's family. THERE WERE CHILDREN! I need your help to find
these people, who you would call Demons, so I can stop them before they
do more damage."
"Here is what and how they do what they do. We all possess life
energy. We need it to live. You could call it spirit or soul energy if
you want to. It's the reality which matters, not the words. These
monsters steal some of the life energy of other people, to increase
their own power. This can make their victims very tired and ill, or
even kill them, if they have too much of their energy taken. If they
aren't killed, they will get it back in time, but they will be
unhealthy, and can be CONTROLLED by the adept who took their energy.
Rod's father found that out, while I was fighting with his controlling
adept. This control is from something like hypnotic suggestion, to
outright physical and mental control that even a robot would be
horrified at. Please think how dangerous this would be, if The
President of the United States were under the control of one of these
people, or any other world or religious leader. THIS is why I asked you
here. To warn you about this threat, and to ask you to help me warn
others, and to watch for situations where one person has too much
influence over others, which makes them do or say things which aren't
true to their characters. I know this is a lot to accept, and more than
that, to ask, but I'm begging. I can't let this go. Because I have the
ability, I have the responsibility to oppose them. Please help." Then I
slumped down in exhaustion.
Shan said "You have my full support, but I fear my influence would be
negligible. I, and my people, can aid you in your battles, but I think
not much in research and detection." I said "I will be working on the
law enforcement and investigation part of this. The Chief of Police
already knows. Federal government people are next on my list, but I
could really use some leverage with them." The Cardinal said "The
Catholic Church knows of these demons as vampires. I think they come
closest to your description. Unfortunately, popular myth has made them
more romantic fiction, than a reality to the average person. I agree
they pose a serious danger. You don't have to convince me they exist. I
also know you will fight them, whether or not anyone comes to your aid.
I just don't know how I can be of any effective help, personally, or
through my office." I said "Even the longest journey, begins with one
step. Thank you." I smiled. The Cardinal actually smiled back.
I said "There are 2 more little things to take care of here. I will
do them." I waved at the candle and extinguished the flame. Then Chad
and Rod helped me up, and I hugged the Cardinal. At first he was
surprised and a little offended I would do that to His Eminence. Then
he was really surprised when I gave him my love energy. Then he bowed
over my hand and kissed the back of it, and said "Saint Stephen." I
started to deny it, and he raised a hand and said "Hush, child. Leave
me my beliefs, and I will leave you yours." He caught Shan's really big
grin, and said to him, "Come, Abbot, we have a lot to discuss." They
walked out together arm in arm. I yelled at their backs, "Don't pay any
attention to gossip!" They both chuckled. Grownups!
I fell into my bed and cried. Rod said "Stephen, what's wrong?" I
said "Freak." They got it. They undressed me and themselves, and put me
between them on the bed. Rod said "That's just your tiredness talking.
You can't be a freak to your fellow freaks. We would NEVER let that
happen. You could burn as many awfully smelly holes in the school's
walls as you want to, and you will never be a freak to us." And he
poked me in the leg. I guess he knew he shouldn't do that in my chest.
Then they ran their hands gently all over me and then hugged me to
sleep, while I was giving them some of their love energy back to them.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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