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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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The Adventures of Stevie #114
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 13 in this story, at year 3 of summer camp.
The Adventures of Stevie #114 "More and Less Than a Boy"
Dear Carlos,
I thought I could still be a kid at summer camp. It's not working out
like that. I discussed it with the camp director. But first we
discussed what I do with animals. I had to tell him about my mental
control of them. I said "But I didn't do it for that game they played,
which people liked. When you know how they think, it's not to hard to
get them to do things they understand. It surprised Rod and Chad that I
didn't notice people were watching, because I almost never let that
happen, except when I'm thinking really hard about something important.
One time in school, I sat not moving for a real long time. When I was
finished, it was way past closing time, and my ride was waiting. They
didn't disturb me, because they knew how important it was, which was
true. I invented a completely new technology then. This time with the
dogs, I was writing a book on them in my head, with a whole lot more
about them than I put in my letter. Rod and Chad think I should write
the book for real, and get it published. I don't want to do it with my
name, and I don't need the money. You liked my letter, so maybe you
might like the book. Would you do it?" He said "I would be honored! I
don't need the money, either, so if the book made any, it would go to
support the camp. Would you tell me about the technology you invented?"
I said "Before I tell you, we have to get something very clear. You
can't tell anybody, or very bad things might happen to me. Alright?" He
said "I agree. A secret." I said "I can tell you the basics, but unless
you are a genius at physics, we can't go beyond that. I used a
combination of multi-phased crystal resonance, and advanced energy
transformation and control, to modify the mass of an object so it
reacts to gravity in a different way. In effect, the platform I made
bends gravity away from itself. I can't explain it any better with
words, but I can show you the result, because I learned by doing that,
how to modify and control my body's energy to do it to myself." I sat
in lotus, and made myself rise up in the air. I didn't let him know I
could to it in any position. Only the kids who saw me float in my sleep
know that. Doing any of that is not fun for my stomach, so I don't do
it for long. I let myself down, and got back in my chair. He said "I
saw that being done in India." I said "Really? How long could they stay
up? The most I know of is 10 seconds." He said "Just a few seconds, but
you did it much longer." I said "That's because I don't do it their
way. I don't know how, but they are pushing against gravity, which
takes a LOT of energy. My way doesn't use much energy at all, except
when I move in the air. I didn't know it could be done at all, even
their way, which was why I invented what I did." I told him about Shan,
and him showing me his way. I said "They don't show that levitation to
just anybody. You must be special to have seen it."
Mr Insane said "I run this camp in the summer. The rest of the year,
my wife and I spend our time traveling all over the world. We have
learned a lot, and made a lot of very good friends. Here is something I
learned how to do." He put his hand about 6 inches over a pencil on his
desk, and made it rise up to halfway between his hand and the desk. I
could tell with my object feeling sense there were no strings, and my
third eye showed me there was some strange energy from his hand to the
pencil, I never saw before. I said "Wow! That's terrific! Do you know
how you do it?" He said "Thanks, and no. I just concentrate hard, and
it happens. That's all I can do like that, so it's not very practical."
I said "That's too bad. I know how I do what I do, or most of it, in
scientific terms, but it involves some science which is foreign to
Western scientists. I can see the special energy you are using, but I
can't tell what kind it is, or how you are generating it. Here's what I
can do that's similar." I pushed at the pencil with some energy to make
it move on the desk, and told him I was doing that, and that I could
light candles from a distance too.
I said "Would you like to do an experiment with direct mind to mind
communication? It's not thought reading. It's just like talking
silently." He agreed. I drew a charmed picture of him, and asked him if
he could see anything strange about it. He said "If I look at it out of
the corner of my eye, it looks like it glows a little." I said "That's
great! Now try this. I'm going to move the picture around in front of
you. Close your eyes, and point to where you think the picture is.
Don't think about it, just do it." He did all that, and did point to it
accurately, which I told him. He knew, anyway, because when I told him
to open his eyes, he could see he was pointing at the picture. He said
"What does this mean?" I said "You weren't using your eyes to see the
special energy I put in the picture. You were using a different way of
seeing, which your levitating friends would call using your 'Third
Eye'. You might ask them about it, the next time you see them, but
don't tell them about me. Now we will try mind contact." I did that
through the picture, and said +Hello.+ He said +It really works!+ I
said +Well, I prefer to do things which work. Please do the pencil
trick again, while we are connected. We both might learn something more
now.+ I didn't, even when I put a finger between the pencil and his
hand, but I memorized all I observed, for thinking about it later. Then
I cut the contact.
He said "That was very interesting. I think I can do a little more
with it now." Then he moved his hand, and the pencil moved with it.
Then he turned his hand upside down, and then pencil floated above it.
Then the pencil dropped, and he looked very tired. I said "That looks
like it takes a lot of energy. Maybe you should practice that only a
little at a time, until you get more used to it. He said "Right." I
said, "Here, let me help you," and I put my hand on his chest and gave
him some extra life energy. It made him feel better, but it gave him a
boner too. I pretended not to notice.
I changed the subject by saying "I have a problem I want to share
with you, because you are an expert on boys." He said "What is it?" I
said "I can't play sports now, because with my special abilities, I
could beat anybody. I can't play cards, because I know what they have.
I can't do anything regular boys do for fun, because it wouldn't be
fair. I can't be me with them. I don't fit in with them, because I'm so
much more capable, I'm always the leader. So much so, adults follow me
too." I said through my tears, "I'm not a boy anymore. I wanted to come
here so I could be a boy, maybe for the last time, but it's not
WORKING!" Then I really cried. He came from around his desk and picked
me up and hugged me, and sat down on my chair with me in his lap. He
said "I understand. You are so much more than a boy, being a boy to
other people is very hard to do, and it's like lying to them. It hurts.
I know it hurts. I wish I could do something about it, but I can't. We
both know everything has a price. You can do more, be more, because you
are more, but it makes you less in some ways too. But there is
something you have which most people don't have much of, which is the
most valuable thing in all of creation. It's love. You have it from so
many people, it's amazing, and you give it back to them even more. It
doesn't completely make up for what you don't have and can't be, but it
can make who you are more acceptable to you, if you let it."
I stopped crying after a while and said, "I wasn't completely
accurate about something. I can be a real boy in one thing. Sex. The
sex play I do with boys and girls. That, and hugging, tickling, and
sleeping with their loving arms around me, is the only time I'm just a
boy. Did you know I have done this with Tommy? He's a man. You are a
man." I wiggled my butt on his lap, and felt his boner react. "I really
need to be a boy. Please help me. I want to be a boy with YOU." We
stood up, and he locked the door. He undressed me. Then he laid me down
on the carpet, and put his lips and tongue all over me, like an expert.
When he got to my nuts, I had to tell him it felt so good I couldn't
keep quiet about it. Then I said, "This isn't fair. I shouldn't be the
only one to have fun. I should be helping you too." I started taking
off his clothes, but he did most of the work. He was very hairy, and
had a pot belly. He didn't look pretty on the outside, but his love for
me made me almost blind to that. We kissed and did ball play and
monster stroking, until we both squirted very well.
We cleaned up and rested in each other's arms for a while. I said
"It's too bad you can't help more boys like this." He said "Darn
right!" We laughed. I said "We should keep this a secret, or there will
be trouble. Chad and Rod will know, because they are geniuses, and they
know me, but they won't tell. We might not be able to do this again,
but I'll be sure to schedule some shows for you in our cabin." He said
"Thank you." I said, after we were dressed, and I was leaving, "Thank
you for helping me when I needed it." He said "I needed it too, and
I'll never forget it." I went to join my cabin mates, to be a real boy
to them too. Mr. Insane is right. Love makes it so.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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