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The Adventures of Stevie #119
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 #119 "The Cleansing - Part 1"
Dear Carlos,
Chad and I got up early, before Dan and Stuart did. We fell much
better than the night before, and did quiet mutual squirting to help us
get ready for the day. It's a lot more fun than pushups! I called Shan.
It was early, but I knew he gets up before we did. I told him what we
were doing, and asked for his help. I left a note on our bedroom door,
saying we were going to visit Shan for the doll job. We took a taxi,
instead of the bus. I didn't want to waste any time. We would eat
breakfast there, which happened when Shan heard we hadn't eaten. He
insisted, after I introduced Chad, who had no problem with hugging
Shan. We had some kind of porridge. It wasn't bad, but I like the
butter tea better. Then I explained the problem.
"There are too many bad charms out there. I would have to spend a
long time collecting and fixing them, and persuading the affected
people to let me do it. Is it possible to turn them off from a
distance?" I gave him the insulated bag of the charms and dolls to
examine, which he did. He said "Yes, we can deactivate the simple
charms, if they are all made by one person, from a distance. We can do
that here, if you would like us to." I said "That would be great! If
it's not too much work." He said "Deactivating the dolls will be
difficult. Anything done to them, will affect the people they are
connected to. Simply insulating them as you have done to bring them
here, won't keep the connection from being automatically reestablished
the moment they are removed from the container. We have to undo the
charms psychically, and remove all the personal items from the dolls.
The difficult part is analyzing the charms, and there could be many in
each doll, so we can learn how to undo them. If you will let me have
the simple charms now, I will give them to the cleansing team, who will
deactivate them, and then deactivate all the others we don't have,
which were made by the same person. The victims of these charms will
recover from any of the bad effects they might have caused, in a few
days. First I will deactivate one here, so you can see how it's done."
I gave the simple charms to Shan, and he deactivated one, by
projecting a simple twist of communication energy at the charm, which
made it give up it's bad properties. I said "I don't know if I would
have thought of that. My idea was to overload it with a lot of pure
psychic energy." Shan said "Technique is often much better than force
alone." I bowed and said, "Thank you, Master. I will remember that."
Shan bowed and said "No, thank YOU, my Master, for the teaching
experience presented by these charms and dolls." Then we both grinned
ear to ear. I said to Chad, "We teach each other, back and forth. He
thinks it makes us both Masters to each other, but he really believes
I'm his Master in everything, because of my past lives he thinks I have
lived." Chad looked very interested and asked, "Which lives?" I growled
and said, "I don't believe in that stuff. Don't make me sorry I brought
you with me." And I poked and tickled him. I knew it wouldn't stop Chad
for long. He would probably visit Shan on his own, to learn about all
that, which was good, because I thought his third eye was opening. I
said to Shan, "Chad can detect my mental connection to him, and push me
out, just like you did." He looked at Chad more closely with his own
eye, and said, "I see. And a genius, too. Interesting." To Chad he
said, "We will see each other again." Chad bowed low. I gave them my
love, which they noticed, and gave me some of their own in return.
I asked for permission to call father, and did it. I told him where
we were, and what Shan said about the charms, and what he would do
about them. Then I said, "All we need to concentrate on, is the 2 dolls
out there. We have to get them, and I need to deal with the users of
them, so they can't do it again. The other things involving law
breaking, I'm not going to bother with. Other people can take care of
that." He said he would pick us up at the Temple in an hour.
Shan showed me how to disarm a doll. It was tough work, which
required a lot of concentration. I said "This is important to know, but
I think it would be better if I brought them here for you to work on. I
don't want to risk hurting anybody just to practice." Shan agreed. The
rest of the time there, we spent showing Chad around the Temple. It was
embarrassing when we got to my apartment there. Chad said the usual
"Wow!" I poked and tickled him. Shan just grinned. I told Chad, "I
needed an emergency safe place to transport to, if I had to, and asked
if I could have an empty room in the Temple, which they have a lot of,
put aside for that. THIS is what Shan made me take. When you are ready,
I will give you a room card for this, so you can use it in an
emergency, too. I'll tell you more about it later. My father is waiting
for us."
We went with father to the Director's office where I work, because
there was a problem. One of the users of the dolls was an ambassador's
wife, and the other user was a famous actor, who lived in the area. I
said "Here is how we can work both jobs. Chad and I need disguises. We
will be midgets, a married couple. You will arrange with the State
Department, a meeting with the ambassador in his home, for you, my
father, Chad, and me, to assist us in a very important investigation.
Chad and I, being 'Witch Smellers', will announce there is dark magic
there, and locate the source. I will explain the doll to the
ambassador, and tell him his wife had it made. I will take care of the
rest of the cleansing. We will do something similar with the actor, but
through his agent, and not the State Department. We need to do more
than take away the dolls. I need to stop them from buying and using
them again. This way, we can do it so it doesn't cause too many
problems. Or I could do it alone, which nobody can do anything to stop
me, which could make public problems." The director agreed. We went to
the ambassador's house that evening. It all went as planned. He was a
believer, and very angry with his wife. I "treated" her, so her third
eye would never open again. Her bad actions with the doll, let me do
that to her, because she had established her own connection to it, by
using it often.
Then we went to the actor's house. There, things didn't happen like I
hoped. I'll tell you what happened in the next letter.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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