The Adventures of Stevie #130
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 #130 "Ask, Don't Tell"
Dear Carlos,
I decided I was going to do it. I thought about it a lot. I knew I
probably shouldn't, but I knew it wouldn't cause any harm. But did I
have the right to do it? Who does? Nothing might come of it. Or
something good. It depends on how you want to look at it. I asked Chad,
and he said I should. I knew he would, but what was good for him, might
not be the same for everybody. I asked Wanda, Debbie, and Rod, and told
them about the good and bad possibilities, and they all said I should.
I knew they would, but the decision still had to be mine. Then the next
thing to decide, was which one first. I selected, and told the camp
director I needed a room and some people I chose, for an experiment. I
didn't tell him why, but that there was no danger. He agreed.
I asked Debbie to lie down and close her eyes. Then I did what I did
to Chad, when I cleaned and aligned his chakras. Her third eye didn't
open, but I did feel a twinge in response when I got to that spot. It
was the same with Wanda. Rod's opened part way. I didn't tell them any
of the results at first, but did it privately. I told Debbie and Wanda
together that I thought their third eyes would probably open
eventually, at least partly, but if they wanted to practice something,
it might happen sooner. They wanted to. I drew restricted charmed
pictures of both of them. I said "You can use the picture of your
friend, to mindtalk with her, but not me or Chad. You can't do it with
us, because we fight bad people who know how to do those things, and
the connection can be traced, and you can be hurt very badly." I told
them how to use the pictures. I said "After you have practiced for a
month contacting each other, call me on the phone. If I'm not involved
with any bad psychics then, I will test you. I can do it from any
distance. Depending on the results of the tests, we might be able to do
more things. I would not do this to anybody our age who is of average
intelligence and maturity. They couldn't understand the dangers or the
responsibilities. You can. Be careful." They agreed, and agreed to keep
it a secret.
I told Rod with Chad, because he said he would tell him anyway. "Your
third eye opened part way, just like your father's." He was very happy,
and kissed and hugged both of us. We didn't complain. I said "One way
you might help yourself, and your father, is to practice contacting
your father, and him contacting you, with the cards. Do NOT practice
that with me or Chad, or anybody else. Don't tell the Abbot about the
cards, because of security. I'll test you some times, if you agree, and
when you can detect my silent contact, and push me out of your mind, we
can see what else we can do." That got us more hugs and kisses.
You might wonder why I didn't do it to everybody. It's interfering. I
don't have the right. Their third eyes will open or not, when it's time
for it. The other people who know about my psychic abilities can ask me
to do it, but I'm not going to ask them if they want me to. It has to
be their decision, for what they want, without the pressure my asking
would cause. Some people might not want to be psychic, and the problems
that can happen with it. I knew those kids wanted it, before I asked. I
was still sad, though. I don't like interfering with people's lives
like that.
Chad stayed with me in the room, after the other kids left. He knew I
was sad, and why. To distract me, he suggested an experiment. I
thought, why not? I visualized the room from different angles. Then I
tried to transport from one spot to another. It worked, and I only got
dizzy for a second, and didn't feel like throwing up. I liked that,
because the camp food was too good to waste it. I said "There is
What should we call doing this? Transporting is too clumsy a word." He
said "Pop? No, too ambiguous. Same for jump. How about port? It is the
end of transport and teleport, which is what you are doing, and less
ambiguous than the other choices." I said "It's better than trans, for
sure. Until we can think of something better, I agree we should call it
port, or porting. As I was saying, this process takes too long to set
up, to be used in an emergency." Chad said "Do you have to memorize the
whole room, to port around in it? Can you memorize different sections
of the floor, instead?" I said "Good idea, but they aren't different
enough to memorize easily. I would have to see if I could use my object
sense for that." He said "With a mnemonic." I said "And attach a
trigger." We grinned. I said "It's SO much fun working with a genius!"
We hugged and kissed each other.
A mnemonic is something simple, like a word or a number, you use in
place of something complicated, to help you remember that complicated
thing. It's like a code for your mind. What we discussed was using
short codes to stand for the different parts of the floor, that I would
think, that would automatically port me to the spot the code was for. I
used colors for the mnemonics. I thought 'port red' and I was there,
instantly. I ported so fast around the room, Chad said it was like I
flickered, because at that close distance, it only took less than a
tenth of a second to port. I had to stop, because I had that throw up
feeling, and because all that porting was making it very windy in the
room. I was frightened at the power and the possibilities. Chad saw
that, and said, "There is a dance social tonight. What do you say to us
changing partners back and forth in a waltz demonstration?" I said "We
would have to practice that, or we would be doing ring around the rosy,
and all fall down." He said, "Then let's go!"
We chose the Emperor Waltz, and borrowed the record player, and
practiced it with Debbie and Wanda after lunch in the dining hall. They
are great dancers, so it didn't take us long to get it right. We were
going to do it fast, so we had to have careful timing. It was work, but
fun, and we looked forward to doing it that night. It didn't rain, so
we did. After a few regular dances, Mrs. Insane announced there would
be a demonstration of some advanced dancing. Everybody went to the
edges of the outdoor basketball blacktop, and the music started. The 4
of us went to the middle, we started dancing in tight circles, swirling
around each other. Then in the middle of a swirl, when we were close to
each other, we switched partners without a missed step. We kept doing
that every bar of the music. Sometimes we switched to girl and girl,
and boy and boy partners, and made ourselves look shocked and
surprised, and relieved when we switched back to boy-girl partners.
People laughed when we did that. It was a lot of fun. We rested after
we finished, and regular dancing happened again.
Summer camp was going to be ending soon. It was good our last dance
had a show in it. When it was all over, we kissed our girlfriends
goodnight, and walked back to our cabin. On the way, T-Bone and Mac
stopped us for a private talk. Bone said "We know you 2 use telepathy
with each other. We want to learn it too. Can you teach us?" I said
"Wait." I contacted Tommy and asked time for the 4 of us. He said
alright, but not too long. Then I said, "Let's sit. Chad and I can talk
to each other using a private way, which is silent, but it's not
telepathy. I'm not telepathic. I know, because I used to know somebody
who was." He said "But it's mind to mind, isn't it? Come on, I know you
don't lie." He had me. I looked at Chad. He knew I was in a fix, but
didn't have any advice. I had to say something. I said "How we do it
requires a special talent, and training and practice. Part of the
talent we have, shows me you don't have that talent yet. For people who
do, it usually starts when they are older than us." Mac started crying.
Bone said "Sometimes the way we live makes it so we don't live near
each other. Is there anything you can do to help us stay in touch? We
love each other VERY much."
That did it. I started dripping tears too. I could feel their
feelings like they were my own. I hurt for them and with them. Chad
saw, and hugged me, and signaled do it. I signaled back I had already
decided to. I said "There is a way, which is how we started. I can help
you with that, but only if you agree to keep it a REAL secret, and
follow the restrictions I put on it." Mac and Bone said they would
swear to that. I said "Then see me in the arts and crafts activity room
in the morning. I will clear it with Tommy, for permission and
privacy." They practically hugged me and Chad to death. We didn't
complain. Getting ready for bed was a little different. Bone and Mac
did their best to empty Chad and me of all we could squirt. Their best
was VERY good. We didn't have any trouble sleeping like we were
exhausted, because we were. I was a little afraid what would happen the
next night, after I taught them. How much more could they do?
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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