The Adventures of Stevie #191
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, after year 4 special school, in the Summer.
The Adventures of Stevie #191 "Crystal Crusher"
Dear Carlos,
I said "Would you like to know more about this?" Pete said "One of
your worst stupid questions!" Rod and Race agreed with him. I got off
he bed and flickered around the room, I was porting so fast. I said
"Can you guess how I did that? I'll give you a clue. I didn't visualize
pictures while I was doing it." They didn't know. I said "Mnemonic
triggers." Pete and Rod nodded and said, "We should have thought of
that." I said "Now you can explain it to Race." They did. I said "You
should set up at least one, to port to automatically in an emergency.
It would be hard to dodge bullets if you had to make a mental picture
every time you wanted to port. I do it automatically now, every time I
enter a room. Tell me, can you think of other functions which can be
improved by trigger shortcuts?" While they thought, I juggled some
crystal balls in the air with invisible 4th hands. Race whispered,
"What are you doing? Is that another clue?" I dropped the balls and
grabbed his and played with them and said, "Right, and here's your
reward, of a different juggling kind." We laughed.
I said "With a little work and practice, you can use the shortcuts to
do anything you would use a picture for, in real time. I made a promise
ring for my girlfriend in a few minutes that way, which included
shaping and polishing a gemstone. Now we talk about WHY we can do these
things. Any ideas?" Rod said "Something about your 4th dimension
equations which nobody can understand? Oh, don't poke me for that.
Nobody except you." We grinned. I said "Our minds or spirits, or
whatever you call the part of us we feel and think with, exists partly
in other dimensions, besides our usual one with three parts, which are
hight, width, and depth. One of them has another spacial dimension to
it, a 4th, which we can't see directly, because our bodies and physical
senses are 3 dimensional. Some of our psychic abilities come from our
ability to work with features of the 4th dimension. It's unnatural to
our 3 dimensional physical brains, which is why most people's psychic
abilities are never recognized or developed, and why we have to fool
our brains to use the 4th, with pictures. Viewed from the 3rd,
something in the 4th is everywhere, even though it actually isn't, in
4th perspective. That's why mindtalk and porting don't care about
distance. You could port to Mars, in the same time you could port to
your bedroom, but you might want to bring your own oxygen and dress
VERY warmly. There is another feature of the 4th which is very helpful
to us. When you used your own energy to move the balls, it took a lot
of effort, and could tire you out very fast. But if you do it through
the 4th, you do NOT use any of your energy. That comes from the other
dimension. All we do is control and manipulate it. From our
perspective, the power that gives us is unlimited." I picked up one of
the crystal balls in a 4th hand and crushed it to power, and said, "I
could do that to the moon, with just as little effort." Race said
"Wow!" We tickled him.
I said "We don't play with these abilities, or we could destroy the
world with a thought. This is something very serious. Too serious for
kids to handle, but we have to. Would you trust these abilities to
selfish adults?" I could see them thinking about that. I said "One more
serious thing. Most adults who don't know us, and maybe some kids too,
would want us dead. We are different. They couldn't understand us, and
would be afraid of our power, and would want to kill us. Some of them
would try, if they couldn't figure out how to enslave us, and think
they are doing the world a favor. We can't blame them, because if
things had been reversed, we might be just like them. I know. I've felt
that way about myself. Fear can do that. It's up to us to protect them
from us, and from people like us who would abuse them." We all hugged,
with some tears, too.
I said "So far, we've done the easy stuff. That's right, easy. There
are some things I do which I can't teach, because they depend on some
things, such as knowledge of advanced physics and more, to understand,
and the ability to control and transform the body's energy. It took
Shan months to learn the simplest of my psychic inventions, the way I
levitate, and he already knew how to do it a different way. So don't
think it's going to be easy for you. Race, you weren't there in the
school when I almost burnt a hole in a cement wall, trying to light a
candle like this." I waved my hand at one of the giant candles the
Cardinal had brought, which I still had in my room, and lit it on fire.
"You are not an adept until you have that kind of control." I grinned
and said, "But I still love you all, anyway." We hugged again. I said
"Watch the candle." I sucked the energy out of it, and it went out. I
told them what I did. I said "You need to know this, and the science
behind it. But not now. Too much at a time isn't good. Tomorrow
morning, we can start it. That is, if you want to." Pete said "Might as
himself, and hugged me and kissed me and grabbed my nuts. When I could
get my lips free, I said to Race, "Well, I'll teach you, but the
turned on the link. We switched to nut playing, and we all loved it as
long as we could, and then made each other squirt. Then we went to
sleep in the same bed, all 4 of us. There wasn't enough room. Just the
way we liked it, with love.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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