In article <int0q6d63cbubi2h130mc522f39sf7rlba@4ax.com>, HMS Victor
Victorian <victorvictorian@hushunomail.com> wrote:
> On 8 Apr 2011 17:22:02 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
>
> >
> >
> >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
>
>
> 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!
Thank you.
I know about being busy! I only write more stories on some weekends now.
If you missed any, I can repost them for you.
I won't take all the best. You should have some, too. We'll share.
--
Grant
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