On 8 Apr 2011 17:22:02 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
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>The Adventures of Stevie #130
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>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"
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>
>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
Dear Grant,
As a fellow scribbler, I should like to tell you that, although I have
been so very busy with the mundane details of daily life and strife
and hence have not been reading your most recent offerings, I very
much appreciate your consistent contributions.
Here's wishing you all the best!
Sincerely,
V
God Save the Queen.
God Bless the Prince of Wales.
God Preserve the Windsors.
Rule Britannia!
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