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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: +*+*+*+ The Adventures of Stevie #125 "Meetings of Minds" +*+*+*+
Date: 28 Mar 2011 17:26:01 -0500
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The Adventures of Stevie #125
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 #125 "Meetings of Minds"
Dear Carlos,
I spent most of the day experimenting with my control over animals. I
could control bees a little, but not mosquitos or ants all that much.
Maybe because their brains were too small. At the beach, I couldn't
control jellyfish, and I couldn't find any larger fish near enough to
try. Squirrels and some birds weren't very smart, so their minds were
hard to work with, but I could control them. I was surprised how smart
crows were. I could control them very easily. Weasels and ferrets were
easy to control, too, and some kinds of mice. Snakes and other reptiles
were hard to control. I already knew I could control horses, but I
experimented with them too. Like dogs, they knew who was controlling
them, and they didn't mind it, if what I asked them to do wasn't too
difficult. Cats were very different. A few of them I could control some
of the time, and not others, and only if they agreed with what I asked
them to do. They still liked me, though, and I liked them.
In outside free time, I sat with Debbie on the hill. We talked about
a lot of things, but not about things which are important to me,
because of security. I didn't like that, but that's what had to be. I
could be attacked through my loved ones, and she is the least able to
defend herself from my future enemies. Because of this, I don't know if
we can stay together. I discussed that with her by talking about the
comic book character Superman and Clark Kent, and why he can't tell
people who he really is and what he does to help people, not even the
girl who loves him, and how really bad he must feel about that. She's
smart. I think she understood what I was not saying directly. That I
couldn't completely hide some of my tears, might have helped a little.
There was a campfire social that evening. I was with Debbie,
naturally, but I had to contact Shan. "Debbie, there is something I
need to do now. I promised a friend I would do it at this time, before
I knew I would be with you. It won't take long, but I can't explain
what I'll be doing, except to say I won't be able to pay much attention
to anything for a little while. I trust you with my life. Would you
guard me, while I do this?" She said "Of course. Say hello for me, to
whoever you are talking to." I said "How did you know?" She said "I
didn't. It was a good guess, wasn't it?" I said "You are terrific,
too." I kissed her very well, and then said, "It's the boy I rescued,
and the person who is helping him. They are going to tell me what's
happening, and get my reassurance." She said "Do it. I'll guard and
wait."
I contacted Shan, and said +It's Stephen. Is this an acceptable time
for a discussion?+ He said +Yes it is.+ We did the usual polite things,
and then he gave me his report on our transport. It looked like we were
going in all directions, and shrinking, at the same time, in an
impossible twisted way. The full effect lasted about a quarter of a
second. The time for the process explained why there wasn't a loud boom
from the air displacement. That means air rushing away real fast when
we appear in the place where the air was, and rushing in to fill the
vacuum of the space we left when we transported, like the thunder after
lightening. The time it took was enough for the air to move slow enough
so it didn't make a loud noise. What he saw l thought could be what the
forth spacial dimension might look like to us three dimensional people.
I was very excited when I told him that, because I might be able to
invent a new science, and more things from it. He was very happy for
me. He told me Tomba was doing well, and wanted me to contact him. Once
a week would be acceptable, and just before bedtime. I thought that was
reasonable. I said +I think he is infatuated with me, because he is
sexually attracted, and because I'm his hero. I don't want to encourage
that, so limiting the contacts is a good thing, and I'll do it together
with Chad. I think Lance is going to help him get over me, too, which
is why you sent him to us, you sly matchmaker.+ Shan said +Yes, and
guilty as charged.+ You can't laugh in silent mindtalk, but you can
share feelings, and amusement is one of them, and it feels like
laughter this way, so that's how I will describe it. We laughed. Then
we exchanged love, and then disconnected.
I said to Debbie, "I'm back. I didn't talk to the boy, just the
person who is in charge of helping him. He is doing fine so far. I will
talk to the boy later. I have to start these things, not them, so we
set up a regular schedule." She said "Can you talk to me that way?" I
said "Yes, but you are the last person I should do that with. I fight
bad people who can do what I do. So far they weren't as good as me. I
don't know how good they will be in the future. I might not win the
next time, or the next. They could attack me through such a connection,
and could really hurt you. I should only do it when I have to, for more
reasons. Feelings get shared, too, and there is the potential for
abuse. I can't risk it, the risk to you, to get you involved in it. The
boy and the Monk who is helping him, are mostly safe, because of what
they can do, and where they are. Any other time, and to any other
people, I would do it in emergencies, not for fun. Do you remember I
said the boy was a sex slave? He was controlled, body and part of his
mind, by the same kind of thing I do with this mental talking. I might
do this with you, when you are a few years older, like the boy is, when
your brain develops the ability to resist mental attack, like the boy
can do now, which he didn't know he could do before. I can do it now,
because my ability was awakened by an expert earlier than was natural.
I don't know how to do that to other people, and I wouldn't if I could.
It could kill them in a horrible way. I hope you understand. I love
you, but I can't change what is."
She didn't say anything, but let her hug and kissing speak for her.
She kissed my tears, too.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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