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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: +*+*+*+ The Adventures of Stevie #120 "The Cleansing - Part 2" +*+*+*+
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The Adventures of Stevie #120
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 #120 "The Cleansing - Part 2"
Dear Carlos,
We went to the actor's house, to find the charmed doll, and stop the
actor from being able to use one again. Things didn't happen like I
hoped. The actor's servant showed us in. I thought he was the servant,
even though he looked a little too young for that job, and too pretty.
He acted more like a girl than most girls do, and something didn't look
right in his aura. Chad could hardly keep from laughing at the Director
trying not to look too hungry at the boy. I stepped in front of the
Director, and gave him a warning frown, which he nodded at. Then we met
the actor. I'll call him Roger. I never knew his real name, and I don't
care about fake names they use for movies I never see. After the
introductions, I said "We are here to ask for your help in an
investigation which we are looking to make into a movie." He burst out
laughing, and said "Did you think you could fool me with those amateur
disguises? Who are you really?"
He did have a point. I was in a suit, and had a mustache pasted on my
upper lip. Chad was in a yellow dress and a wig, and even had lipstick
on. He had a tissue stuffed little bra on his chest, under the dress,
and low heal girl's shoes on. He didn't mind putting on the costume,
but didn't like having to wear girl's panties. I told him if we had to
fight, and he kicked, his white fly front briefs would give him away. I
convinced him to wear them by telling him I would make it up to him
later, by telling him something he might really like to hear. Not that
he made a pretty girl, but something else.
I told Roger, "Only he who fools himself, believes he can't be
fooled." He said "Huh?" I said "What doesn't fool you, the costumes, or
the reason for them? Please respond intelligently, this time." He said
"I still want to know why you are here." I said "I told you. How many
times do you want me to repeat it for you?" He said "What
investigation? I'm NOT a homosexual!" I said "I know you ARE, but we
don't care about that. We are looking into the use of dark magic." He
looked surprised and cautious. "Why do you come to me for that?" I said
"We were told you have some experience in that area." He said "No I
haven't!" I said to Chad, "What do you think, dear?" Chad said "I smell
something. It's dark alright. He's been doing it." I said "My wife is
what they call a 'Witch Smeller'. She can smell magic and the people
who use it. Dear, do you know what kind?" Chad said "Oh, honey, he's
got a doll! Please, Roger, can we see it?" He yelled, "Get out! Get off
my property, or I'll call the police!"
Then I noticed the boy who let us in, was afraid and crying. Right
away I suspected what the doll was for. I checked for energy traces,
and found I was right. I went into fighting mind. I said in a big
voice, "We ARE the police. This here is the head G-Man. You cooperate,
and I might not have to kill you. Chad, guard the boy. The doll is for
controlling him." Father and the director drew their guns and pointed
them at Roger, who fainted, and flopped to the floor. That's right. The
big action movie hero fainted at the sight of real guns pointing at
him. I went and got the doll from it's hiding place, and held it. I
traced an energy line from the doll to Roger, and took him over. I said
to our team, "I got to him through the doll. He's under my control."
Chad took out the little tape recorder from his purse, and we recorded
what Roger told us about the doll. He used them to make teenage boys be
his sex slaves. He gave us all the contact information he knew about
all the boys he had controlled. I put some of the poison energy in his
base chakra, which controls sexual energy. I don't think he will ever
be interested in any kind of sex ever again. Then I closed his
partially open third eye for good. I wanted to rip his balls off and
feed them to him, but I didn't. I let him sleep while I concentrated on
removing the charms from the doll, which took about 10 minutes, they
were so complicated.
I woke Roger up. He didn't realize he had talked in his "sleep",
until the Director played back the tape. I told him, "We have the tape.
We know all you know about your boys, and what you did to them. I don't
care about voluntary sex. I will not permit the use of any kind of
force on a child. We will make the tape public, unless you do what I
say. You will do your best to make things right for your victims. You
have a lot of money, and I don't mean just cash. Property and
possessions, too, your total wealth. You will give 95 percent of it to
the boys you mentally raped with your dark magic. I don't care how you
explain it, but do it. We will be watching you. If you ever try to bind
another unwilling boy to you, or hurt a child in any way, you will find
out there are worse things than dying. Do you hear me? Answer!" He
struggled, and whispered, "Yes." I said "Louder!" He said "YES!" I said
"Tell me what you will do for your victims!" He said "I will give them
my money!" I said "And if you don't?" He said "I will suffer horribly!"
I said, "Yes you will. To make sure of that, I have put an unremovable
geas on you, so that if you fail to do what I say in a reasonable
amount of time, you will confess that to the Director, and he will
contact me, and I will come to you again. You won't enjoy my return
visit. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" He screamed "YES," and cried hysterically.
His current victim wasn't in much better shape. Chad and I took the
boy to another room where we could be private. Chad hugged him. I took
off my fake hairy lip and told the boy, "Don't be fooled by our
costumes. We are both boys, and younger than you. That doll can't do
anything to you now. I took all the charms out of it, and Roger can't
ever use another one. I took away his power, forever. Now I'm going to
help you recover from what the doll did to you. Will you let me?" Then
I kissed him on the lips. He was startled, and cooperated with the
kiss. He nodded, when we let go. I put my hand on his forehead, and
made him sleep. Then I cleaned and aligned his chakras, and suddenly
his third eye opened wide. I was surprised. Very! I told Chad about it,
and woke the boy. I asked him, "What is your name?" He said "Tomba." I
said "Is there anything holding you here? Can you come with is? Do you
have any other place you can go?" He said "I can't stay here. I don't
have any other home. Please, can I come with you?" Chad and I said
"Yes!" together. Chad went with Tomba to help him take what he wanted
to, with him. I went back to the men.
I announced, "The boy is coming with us. Roger, do you have any money
you can give him, to start making things right for him, so he can live
where he wants to?" He went to a safe and took out some money, and
closed the safe before I could get to it. Father took the money, and I
opened the safe myself. Roger was even more afraid of me then, because
of how fast I figured out the combination. He had left twice as much
money in the safe, than he took out. I took all of it, which was a lot,
all in hundreds. I moved to stand in front of Roger, and looked hard at
him. He started crying again. I said to him, "Do you realize how close
you were to being tortured to death?" I said to father and the
Director, "He is too week and stupid for us to trust him to keep
himself alive enough to follow even simple instructions. Maybe we
should just kill him now, and be done with babysitting him." Roger
screeched loudly things which didn't make any sense. I had been
signaling things to father, who said then, "Why don't we have him write
a Will, naming me as executor, who can spend his money as I see fit?
I'll see the boys get it all. That way, if he won't cooperate, we can
kill him without any problems, any time we want to." I said "Good idea.
Make it a current Power of Attorney, too. Well, Roger? We let you live,
but with an incontestable will, witnessed by the Director, and you can
live to make things right for your victims." Roger, still crying,
agreed. I said "One more thing. We have your passport, and you won't be
allowed to have another one. Because I contacted you through your
connection to the doll you used, I can trace you, wherever you go, and
check up on you any time I want to, like this." Then I said in his
mind, +Yes, I really can do all I have said.+ Then I said aloud, "You
can never escape me." That wasn't exactly completely true. He could
escape me by killing himself, which I expected him to do, which is why
I wanted that Will. He wrote it in his own handwriting, just as father
told him to do. Roger had no heirs, so it wouldn't be a problem.
I told father and the Director, in private, I expected Roger to kill
himself. They both thought that was for the best. I used Roger's
telephone, privately, to call Shan, to tell him about Tomba, and my
discovery about him. He agreed we should bring Tomba to him. We left in
the car, and drove to my office at work, so Chad and I could get rid of
our disguises. On the way, I explained to Tomba what was going to
happen. He would stay with Chad and me for one night, and then go to
the Temple. He said "But why can't I stay with you longer?" I said
"Because Chad and I have to go away for a month, and you need help to
recover from what you have been through, and something else. You have
some special abilities which were wakened by Roger using the doll on
you, and by my healing you, which you need help to understand and
control. You will learn all about it at the Temple, and believe me, you
will be amazed! I sure was. You will be safe and well cared for. When
we come back, we will visit you, and then you can decide what else you
want to do. Okay?" He said "Okay," and snuggled with us in the back
seat, all the way to my office. I thought it was going to be
interesting at home with him, before we went back to camp. I will tell
you about that in the next letter.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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