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The Adventures of Stevie #144
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, after
Thanksgiving.
The Adventures of Stevie #144 "You Butter Believe It"
Dear Carlos,
I made an appointment, and Chad and I took off one afternoon from
school and went to the Temple. We met with Shan in the usual room, and
did the usual polite things, which included butter tea. Chad said "I
tried to make it at home, but it doesn't taste as good as it is here. I
don't know what I'm doing wrong." Shan said "Most butter sold in the US
has salt in it. The recipe is for unsalted butter. You could put a
little sugar in it, too." Chad said "I never thought of that. Thanks."
Shan said "There is something else. This recipe comes from Tibet. They
use butter and milk from a different animal, called the Yak. We have
people here from that country, who prefer it, and sometimes acquire it
for us to put in our tea." Chad said "Oh, that's too bad. I REALLY like
this tea." Shan said "I don't know if this particular serving is made
with yak butter, or cow's butter, but it probably wouldn't hurt you to
try yak butter, if you could find some."
I asked Shan, "Do you have a picture of any place there, where we
could buy the butter from? If you don't, could you get one? And some of
their money, so I can pay for it." Chad looked very interested. Shan
said "You will teleport there?" I said "No, it would kill me, without
your medicine, and I don't know how long it would last if I used it. I
could be stranded there, and I don't know the language. I could send
Chad, but he doesn't know the language, either. I will do it a
different way. I just need a good picture of the room the butter is in.
It doesn't have to be current, or show the butter." Shan called for an
attendant, and told him my requirements, who left to see if he could
locate a picture. While he was talking, I tried something new.
I said to Chad, "Salt was originally used in butter to help preserve
it, before refrigeration." Chad said "You sure know a lot of odd
stuff." I said "I didn't know it until just before I told you." Shan
was interested, and said before Chad could, "How did you learn of it?"
I said "While you were talking to the other monk, I found out something
new about my object sense. It can read things from books which aren't
opened. I wish I had known that before I scared somebody at the Library
of Congress, just now, when I took a book off the shelf and opened it."
Chad laughed so hard, he almost fell out of his chair. Shan was more
restrained, but couldn't keep from smiling. He said "Remote
manipulation?" I said "Porting uses the mind, and takes the body along
as baggage. Sometimes I don't need the baggage, if I don't want to stay
there. Anything which lets me keep what I eat, is FINE with me." Shan
said "I see. But the manipulation?" I said "I need to test your
resistance, before I tell you that."
Shan said "Come ahead." I said "Ready? Resist!" I made hard contact
with his mind. He tried to push me out. I pushed back a little harder
than he did, to test his full strength. Then I cut the contact. I said
"Have you tested Tomba recently?" He said "Yes, often. I knew you would
want me to. He is approaching my full strength." I said "Yes, I saw
that when I tested him at Thanksgiving. I want to ask you about him
later. Right now, if you both agree, I would like you to test Chad's
resistance." They did. He reported Chad's resistance was equal to
Tomba's. I said "Do you have any advice for increasing that? We are
going to need it soon." Shan said "I'm sorry, there are no easy paths
to greater strength. You are the strongest we know of, therefore you
are the best teacher of it, because the only way to gain more
resistance is to resist. Chad and Tomba are almost beyond any single
teacher we have here now. Their progress, in this matter, is in your
hands now." I said "I understand. Thank you. What about the object
sense? I need somebody who is able to port on his own. It's important
that what I have learned not be lost, if I die too soon. I might not be
as capable in my next life." Chad said "Don't die. That will take care
of it." I hugged and kissed his tears, and said, "It's not my wish, but
we must plan for every eventuality. I want you to be safe, if I can't
be here to help you with that."
Shan said "You believe?" I said "There is enough evidence it to say
it probably happens, even though there is nothing to say it happens to
everybody. The behavior of my current known adversary shows he has
lived past lives, and remembers at least one of them. He is being MUCH
too cautious, for his Dark path ego and adept skill to justify. Only a
past disaster for him would account for it, and his powers wouldn't
have survived that. The logic of that shows me he remembers a past
life. Therefore, there must be something to reincarnation, even though
there is still no conclusive objective proof." Chad said "What about
group unconscious?" I said "That wouldn't be real enough to him to
overcome his arrogant ego, which would be at the core of a Dark adept
of his level." Chad said "Sound reasoning. I accept." I said "I was
hoping you would say that. Now I can tell you a secret I have never
shared with anybody." Chad said "What is it?" I said "Victoria spoke to
me a week after she died, right after I found out about her death. She
didn't want me to be sad, because she was happy then. Only you 2 know
this now, besides me." Chad said "Wow!" I said "I have to agree with
that." We hugged. Then Shan hugged us together.
After a while, Shan said, "Just like in everything else, to improve
the object sense, practice is necessary. You know more than enough to
devise the exercises needed to practice the parts of it you want to
strengthen." I said "I apologize. I'm not mature enough to keep from
asking for help for things I know I can do. It's loneliness, combined
with avoidance of sole responsibility. The more one knows, the more
difficult it is to find somebody who knows more. I don't have the
maturity to accept that like I should." I cried in Shan's arms. Chad
hugged me too. Shan told me, "You have realized the curse of the
Master. I feel it. We all do. It can't be avoided among the wise, just
endured." We were together like that for a while. Then a monk came in
with some pictures and some coins.
I looked through all the pictures. The one which had the most yak
butter, after I learned the word for it, looked like the best choice. I
asked which coins I should use for the amount I was going to take. Then
I made the picture real again, and pulled the butter to me, and put it
on the floor. I covered the picture to close the connection, then made
a mental picture of that room, in the air in front of me, and picked up
the coins with 4th fingers and put them where the butter had been. Chad
noticed what I had done, and figured out why, and said, "So I didn't
trick you after all. It needs a different technique." I said "Just
partly. It made me try it when I sent Rod and Davie home." I asked Shan
what he saw. He said "I think you mean, did I see your mental picture
of the room you put the coins in, floating in the air. I did. Faintly."
I said "Very good! Tomba could see them too." Chad said he couldn't. I
told him, with a hug, "You will, and soon. Don't worry about it." I
told them both, "With some object sense practice, you might be able to
do what I did, and more. I really hope so."
Then I had a strange idea. I stood in front of Chad and said in a
sharp voice, "Chad! What do you see for the Abbot?" He looked far away
and said in a strange voice, "I see Tomba!" Then he relaxed, and said,
"You did it again! Why?" I said "I don't really know. I just had the
urge to do it. Funny though, I knew what you would say, which wasn't
what I was looking for, as soon as I said it. I wanted Shan's future,
not who would be Abbot after him. I guess you have to ask the right
questions, exactly, to get the kind of answers you need. I already knew
Tomba would be Abbot some day." Shan said "So did I. We don't know
when, though. There still may be some life left in these old bones."
Chad and I hugged him together, and he kissed us.
I said to Shan, "You deserve an explanation of my remote
manipulation. I would like to include Tomba in that too, if it's
alright with you and his teachers." It was, and he was sent for, and a
drawing pad and pencil. Before he came, I said "We don't tell Tomba he
will be Abbot. It wouldn't be good for him to know that." Chad nodded
agreement. Shan smiled, because he already knew that. Tomba came in,
and we did hugging and kissing. I said, after we were all settled, "The
Abbot saw my mental picture, just like you did. Now I'll tell you what
it's for, and how I use it. Chad, can I use you as a target for a
drawing?" He said "Sure. Make it fun, if you can." I said, while I was
drawing him, "While I'm drawing a person for this kind of thing, I'm
thinking of him as a unique person, and pushing that, and my feelings
about him, into the drawing. This is how those charmed dolls are made.
At the same time, I'm thinking about what I want the drawing to be able
to do, so it won't be misused by accident. I don't want it to hurt
anybody. If I want to make it so I can do more with it later, I set
those limits with a code I can use to unlock it later, if I want to.
I'm finished now. Do you see anything unusual about the picture?" Tomba
waited politely for Shan to speak, so I pointed to Tomba. He said "It
glows." Shan said "I see that too." I said "That's because of the open
third eye. If you closed it, you wouldn't see the glow, but could see
it when the picture is being used. The color of the glow is slightly
different, depending on the things it's allowed to do."
I gave the picture to Tomba and said, "Stare at it, and will it to be
the real person. You should see a difference in it. Think to it like
you are talking. Chad should hear you in his mind." Chad said "Got
him!" I said to Tomba, "Now you can talk back and forth silently. If
you say something out loud, it will go through the mental connection,
too. For the basic use, to close the connection, cover the picture with
your hand, or something else. You will feel it close. Do it now." He
did, and said it worked. Then Shan did the same things, successfully. I
said "2 people can share the same picture, and make the connection with
somebody else. You both know how to push somebody out of your mind, if
you have to close a connection that way. Now I will explain something
of how it works." I told them about the 4th. Tomba was concentrating
intensely on every word, but Shan was amazed. When I was finished, Shan
said "I have to say it, with all my heart. Wow!" We smiled. I said "I
think this should be enough for the first lesson, except to say this
also works with mental pictures, for mindtalk. Chad can do that. Tomba,
try that with me." He did and it worked. I asked him to cut the
contact, and he did. I said "You are not to initiate mental contact
with anybody outside the Temple, while you are inside or near the
Temple, specially in an attack emergency, until I have stopped the
adept I'm hunting. It can be traced, and you, and whoever you contact,
could be taken over and controlled. I can do that, so we should assume
he can." I could tell Tomba felt bad, remembering it happened to him. I
hugged him and said, "I'm sorry I had say that, because it happened to
you, but it's very important to remember we are not doing this for fun.
There is an enemy out there who would do worse than kill us if he can.
We have to be careful." I tore up the picture I drew.
I said to Shan, "Can Chad and I take Tomba to my apartment for a
while? I don't want him to go back to the others feeling this way." He
said "Please do." We did, and undressed in the bedroom and hugged each
other on the bed. If you are serous about hugging, skin to skin is the
best way, even if you don't do anything sexual. Don't disagree until
you try it. Doing is proving. I asked Tomba how he is getting along,
and he said he was very happy. "What about sexually? Do they know you
are gay? Is it a problem? Are you doing it?" He said "They know and
don't care. I don't do anything. Not even masturbation. There isn't
privacy, and to tell the truth, I don't even think about it. Except
now, and there's proof." He had a boner. Chad said "It's our fault." I
said "And our responsibility to resolve the issue." Chad said "Then
let's cut the jabbering and get to work." We did, and all squirted
happily, very well. I told Tomba, "We will be coming here during the
winter holiday school vacation." What he was about to ask, I said yes
to. We all grinned. Chad took the butter when we left.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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