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The Adventures of Stevie #142
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, in the Winter of year 4 of school, just
after Thanksgiving.
The Adventures of Stevie #142 "Day after Thanksgiving"
Dear Carlos,
After we did the usual morning bathroom things, I said to Davie,
"Tomba had permission to spend the night here, because I'm one of his
teachers. To make that right, I have to really BE a teacher to him for
a little while, and it has to be private. Please stay with the other
boys, while Tomba and I go into the den for a little while." Davie
didn't like it, but nodded. Then Dan and Rod hugged him. I knew they
would try to keep him occupied.
We both grinned. I pushed my mind into his brain. I saw he was really
improving, and becoming stronger. His object sense, the most of all. I
pulled out and said, "Have you been concentrating on your object
would agree." I said "I sure do! Wonderful. You have a rare talent. If
you keep going, you could be better at it than I am, and I would really
LOVE that. Then I could teach you things I couldn't teach anybody else.
It isn't often I can be happy for me like this, instead of just for
other people. Thank you very much." We both cried, and hugged. Then I
said "How good are you at resisting mental attack?" He said "I can't
know that. Test me." I made silent contact, and he knew it and pushed
me out. I said "Good, to start with. Now I will use force. Resist!" I
made hard contact, and he tried to push me out. I pushed back just a
little bit harder then he could, to make him try his hardest. When I
saw he was getting tired, I stopped, and broke contact. While he
rested, I examined his brain again. No damage. I said "How did it feel
to you?" He said "It was the hardest thing I ever did, but you were so
much stronger. I could feel you were hardly trying." I said "It's a
relative thing. Don't get a swelled head, but you resisted better than
anybody I know, except the Abbot. Naturally, you are not as strong as I
am, because I was attacked in training by many monks in succession, for
hours at a time, and I've had more practice, and have a lot more
experience and knowledge than you have. I think you will be as strong
as I am, and maybe stronger, in time. I have a feeling you NEED to."
Tomba said "Chad's prophesy." I said "That's part of it. He does have
that talent. I saw it in him when his third eye opened and I examined
him. What he said came from that. But I already knew I would be in
serious danger twice, before I'm 18, and might not survive either one.
I need people who have the talents and abilities I have, even if they
all aren't in the same person, so the knowledge I've gained, and what
I've invented, won't be lost. I hope you will be one of them." He said
"I would be so honored I don't know how to say, Master." He bowed
deeply. I whispered to him in our hug, "I know you mean it as an honor
to me, and because I'm one of your teachers, to call me Master, but I
can't help remembering, every time YOU say that to me, that you were a
slave to Roger, your slave master. It makes me hurt for you, and be
ashamed to be a master of you, too." He said "Now I understand! I'm SO
sorry I hurt you like that. It's the very last thing I would ever want
to do to you." We cried together a little while. Then we wiped faces
and went back to the others.
Davie knew something not so nice had happened. He said to Tomba, "Did
Stephen hurt you?" I could see Tomba wanted to explain it to Davie,
when he looked at me. I nodded. He told Davie, after they sat down,
"What we practiced did hurt a very little, but no, it was I who hurt
Stephen, without realizing it." This confused Davie with torn
loyalties. Tomba said "I called Stephen my Master, which is how we
address advanced teachers in the Temple. Stephen has very bad feelings
about that word coming from me, which I didn't understand." He
explained what master and slave meant, and that he had been a slave,
and I had rescued him, and how him calling me Master reminded me of his
suffering, which made me feel bad for him, and worse for thinking I
could be as bad as his slave master, which he was VERY sorry about
causing me. Dan and Rod understood right away. It took a little longer
for Davie to get it. Then he hugged both of us.
We had the usual fun times after that. Then it was time for our
guests to leave. I had an idea, which I didn't know if I should
mention. I took Rod aside and said, "I can port all of you back, with
no problems. Except one. Should I?" He said "Why don't you ever ask me
easy questions to answer?" I said "Silly boy. Because I can answer
those myself." He said "But can Davie keep a secret?" I said "From what
I saw last night, I think he can. He's more mature now. Since he won't
know any more than what happens to him, he won't be able to help a mind
reading adept learn about it." He said "Ask my father." I did, and told
him it was perfectly safe. He gave permission. We had a boy's meeting.
I said "Davie, can you keep a secret, if I ask you to, and Rod and your
father approves? REALLY keep it, forever, unless we say can you can
talk about it? This is very serious. You could put me in danger if the
wrong person knows about the secret." He said "You shouldn't tell me."
I said "Why?" He said "I don't think I'm mature enough for that kind of
responsibility." I took him by the shoulders and looked into his eyes,
and said very seriously, "I think you are, and can be trusted to keep
it a secret. How you have been yesterday and today, tells me that." He
stood up really straight and looked proud. Rod put a hand on his
shoulder too, and said, "I think so too, and I'm proud of you." Tomba
said "I don't know what the secret is, Stephen is talking about, but I
trust him, and more than that, I think he is right about you." Davie
said very seriously, "You can tell me. I will keep it a secret with my
life."
I said "Your parents aren't coming to pick you up. You will be going
home by a different kind of way, which is much faster and easier.
That's the secret. I can't explain how, because not even my fellow
geniuses understand how it works. When you are ready, you will go." He
said "Wow!" We laughed. When Rod and Davie were ready, I contacted
their father and said, +Ready for transfer?+ He said +Ready+ I said +I
will maintain contact during it. I would like your report about your
experience, if you don't mind.+ He said +Agreed. Proceed+ This was
going to be a little different than what Chad had assumed. I couldn't
take an object into my mental picture in my brain, without smashing my
skull wide open. I had to do something much more difficult than before.
I had to visualize the mental picture in the air in front of me, and
behind Rod and Davie, and then grab them with 4th hands and push them
through it. That's what happened. I made my mental picture very big and
real, of their living room. I saw their parents in it, which made me
sure it was real. Then I picked up the boys and shoved them through it.
Then I saw them safely there, in the picture, and hugging their
parents. I asked their father, +Surprised?+ He said +A little. Relieved
it worked, too. Thanks. See you later+ I cut the connection.
I asked Tomba, "Describe what you saw." He said "I saw them lift up
and move backward a little, then collapse too fast to see, and vanish.
There was something else. I think I saw a very faint picture behind
them." I couldn't help it. I yelled with joy, and jumped up and down
and tried to hug him. That doesn't work very well when you are jumping.
I said "You actually saw where they were going! Nobody has ever seen
that before, but me. I'm so proud and happy for you." He was amazed and
happy, and a little confused. I said "I'll explain it later, when
you're ready." He bowed. I said "When you are ready, I will send you to
the Temple, but where? It can be any spot I remember, but maybe for
their nerves, some place where there isn't anybody around. How about
just inside the entrance. I'll check to be sure it's clear." Tomba
kissed the whole family goodbye, me last. I said "I think I'll be
visiting you a little more often, for more training." He was happy at
that. Then I sent him home. It was easier the second time. Just to be
sure, I contacted him to see if he was alright. He was.
Dan said "Wow!" I grinned. He didn't. I said "Freak?" He changed his
attitude real fast and said, "I LOVE freaks!" He kissed me hard, and
hugged me tenderly. Or the other way around. I like both, any which
way. I hope you do too.
Later in bed, he said "So you can instantly go wherever you want to."
I said, "No, not exactly. My motion sickness is much worse that way.
Worse even, than when I levitate. The first time I tried it, from the
temple to here, I spent an hour or more throwing up in the bathroom,
wondering if a person could live with a ruptured stomach. I didn't feel
right till the next morning." He said "I remember that. Now I know why.
I'm sorry. It's bad the only person who can do that, can't do it
himself. It's like your motion sickness is your kryptonite." I poked
him and said, "No it isn't. I refuse to wear tights and a cape!" He
poked me back, and we tickled each other, which led to more fun things.
We squirted, and cleaned up, and went to sleep in each other's loving
arms.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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