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The Adventures of Stevie #170
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 14 in this story, in year 4 of his special school near the
end if the school year.
The Adventures of Stevie #170 "Convincing"
Dear Carlos,
Dr. Knot called in all the students who weren't on my team, and I was
there to examine them for psychic potential. None of them had an even
partially open third eye, and they didn't show any potential for
opening it in the future. I could see that after Shan showed me where
to look. I was very disappointed, but not with the 2 new students I
saw, who would be enrolling with us in the fall. Both of them, a boy
and a girl, have a lot of potential, but I would have to wait till they
were older, before I could help them develop their abilities.
Dr. Knot suggested I talk with Pete's parents about the BlueBook
incident, because they had a problem believing what he told them. We
did that, Pete and I, with Dr. Knot and Pete's parents, in a meeting
room. We were introduced. I said "I hear you have some questions about
a few things. Fire away." His father said "It's hard to believe the Air
Force invaded your home and tried to kidnap you, and harder to believe
you could stop them." I said "I agree. I find it hard to believe that
myself. The first part, but not the second. I'll take care of that
first. I didn't have to take care of it the way I did. I could have
killed them in less than a second. So could Pete. Yes, we are that good
in fighting arts. We can prove that now to you, if you want. I brought
these 2 broom handles. Now, I'm one of the fighting arts teachers,
which means I'm better at it then Pete is, so he will do the
demonstration." I stood in the clear, and held a stick in each hand,
out in front of me, 3 feet apart, pointing at the ceiling. Pete took
off his shoes and then moved so fast they could hardly see him, jumping
up in the air at the sticks and doing a scissors kick, which snapped a
stick in half with one leg's shin, and at the same time, the other
stick with a foot edge, and landed in a ready position with his fist
against my chest like he had stopped his punch there. I said "He can do
much more than that, but I hope this shows how easy it was to take care
of those men." Pete said "And he is a hundred times better than me." I
said "Not really." He said "Alright, 50." I said "I don't think so." He
said "Would you settle for 20?" I said with a grin, "Well, if you
insist."
I said "Now, about who they were. Dr. Knot has a copy of the report
which came from the people who arrested those men." They looked at it.
I said "I gave him that report, because I had it, because I work there.
Here is my ID." I showed them that. "Is this enough so far? Do you have
any more questions?" He said "About why they were there?" I said "They
were looking for so called psychics to look at some space junk, because
they couldn't figure it out. The outer space angle is with the men.
Their regular job is to investigate UFO sightings. That's public
information, and it's in the report. It's also public knowledge the
Soviet Union is trying to use psychics to spy on us, so the Defense
Department in interested in doing that too. We at the Bureau had an
enquiry from the Pentagon, wanting to know if we knew any psychics they
could work with. We said no. Obviously they didn't take no for an
answer." I said with a smile, "More questions?" He said "I don't
believe in this psychic stuff." I said "Good." He was surprised at
that. I grinned again, and said, "I'm a scientist. I don't accept
beliefs. I accept proof. We have a problem with words, which mean
different things to different people. I can do things which are
considered to be impossible. But think about this. EVERYTHING we know
and can do today, was once thought to be impossible. What would you
accept as proof? How about direct mind to mind communication?" He said
"How would you do that?" I said "Because I teach this too, it wouldn't
be fair for me to demonstrate it. Why don't YOU do it?" He said "What
do you mean?" I said "I'll show you, but there is something you should
know before that. This is SCIENCE of the mind, and not anything of the
occult or devil worship." I drew a charmed picture of Pete, and gave it
to his father. I told him how to use it to connect to Pete, and he did.
Obviously Pete told him how to close the connection, because he covered
the picture with his hand and looked at me and said "Wow!" Pete and I
grinned, and I said, "We hear that a lot."
I said "Anybody can do what you just did, with the kind of picture I
made. Now here is where trainable talent comes in. Pete has it, so
after instructions and practice, he can do that with anybody he wants
to, without using a special picture, if he knows the person as an
individual. In fact, he is the best student I have, with this
particular ability. You should be proud of him. I am!" They looked at
him with some respect. I said "This is just the beginning of what he
can learn to do, if his developing talents allow. Do you have any more
questions? Do you still not believe I tell the truth?" He said "I think
I have to accept it, but it's still hard to adjust to all this. What
else can you do?" I said "Let's use Pete again. One of his talents is
an object sense. Put your hand behind your back and raise some fingers,
and see if he can sense how many." He did, and Pete was correct. I said
"I can do more. In your right front pocket, you have some change. 2
pennies, one dime, 3 quarters. Say which one, and I'll tell you the
date on it." He did, and I did, correctly, which he checked. I said
"Don't put it back. Hold it in your hand and I'll take it." I did with
the 4th, and lifted it up in the air. I said "I'm using the properties
of a different dimension, which some people with the right talent can
reach with their minds, to effect it, and move it where I want it to
be. Pete can't do this, but I hope he will be able to, someday."
His mother said "This is too much power for anybody to have." I said
"I agree, but I am of the Light. If I misuse my special abilities, I
could loose them, or worse. But just like with nuclear missiles, there
are bad people who can do some of these things, too. I fought one
recently, who was out to take over the government. He would have, very
easily, if I hadn't stopped him. We have to be better than them, if we
don't want to lose. We do have an edge in this strange arms race now,
because I'm the only one anybody knows of who can do some of the more
unusual things. For now, and I won't live forever. These talents exist.
We must develop them, because other nations are doing it. If we don't,
within 50 years we will be their slaves. If they need slaves by then.
If not, they will just take anything of ours they want to, and we
couldn't do more than cry." Pete's father said "We could bomb them to
dust." I said "No, we couldn't. With 50 people like me, because one
can't be in too many places at once, all the missiles and planes and
subs would be stopped. I could do that now, just not so many at once."
He said "That I can't believe."
I ported from one side of the room to another. I said "Distance is no
object. And I can do that to missiles in flight, too. I'm tired of
this. I have given you proof of everything you asked for. A gentleman
does not doubt another gentleman's word without just cause." He stood
and said "I won't take that from a kid." I said "You aren't. I have
three Doctorates, and a lot of other degrees, and I teach college
courses. I have the lifetime memories of a dozen people in my head,
courtesy of an adept I fought. I work for the most powerful law
enforcement agency in the free world, who's agents and Director accept
my word as the truth it is. I don't know what this makes me, but it's
surely not a child. If you want your son to be the most educated, the
most respected, the most powerful person he can be, I can make that
happen, more than any other individual can. If you care about him and
his future, don't put that in jeopardy." His wife pulled him back into
his chair and whispered to him, "He's right. You owe him an apology.
For our son's sake, do it."
Pete Father stood up and offered me his hand. I expected him to try
to crush it, and I was right. I applied just enough pressure to equal
his. He apologized for doubting my word, and I excepted it. Then he let
go, and I shook my hand said, "You're strong. I like that." He smiled a
little with embarrassment. Just then Pete said, "Dad, it's good Rod
wasn't here. He gets violent with people who doubt Stephen, and he's
much stronger than I am." I said "He even said he would beat ME up if I
ever doubted myself." We all laughed that, even though it wasn't that
funny. Tension relievers can do that. When his parents were leaving, I
hugged them, with love. They looked at me differently then. Nicer, I
think.
I said to Dr. Knot, "I don't want to do that again. If anybody else
needs convincing, let Pete's father do it. He's tough enough to make it
stick." I wasn't in a good mood the rest of the day. Pete must have
noticed, because he dragged me into my private room and apologized for
his father. I surprised him by saying, "I needed somebody like that to
drive home to me how difficult it will be to convince people. Better I
find that out this way, than in a more difficult situation. I don't
like it, but most good lessons are not fun. The real problem was about
you and your future. I think he was ready to pull you out of this
school. I care about you. I couldn't let that happen." He said "Oh.
Thank you. I care about you too. Love, actually. I'm really sorry you
had to go through that." I said "It wasn't that bad, and now that he's
converted, he will be very loyal." He said, while he was grabbing my
monster, "I hope so." Then he kissed me, and then said, "There was so
much tension in the room. I think we should relieve some of that, for
our health." I said, grabbing his monster, "Nice excuse. I'll have to
remember that." He grinned, and started to undress me and said, "Not
that we need one." We didn't.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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