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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: +*+*+*+ The Adventures of Stevie #205 "Whipping Gems" +*+*+*+
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The Adventures of Stevie #205
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 the Winter of year 5 of special school,
after the new year.
The Adventures of Stevie #205 "Whipping Gems"
Dear Carlos,
I was having supper with my family, when Rod contacted me, and said,
+You have to come to your crystal lab at school. I've got something for
you which you don't want to wait to see.+ I said +Have you eaten? I'm
in the middle of supper. Want some?+ He said +Absolutely! I'm starving.
I'll give you a minute to warn your family, and I'll port over.+ I said
+Fine.+ I told the family, "Rod just got back from Central America, and
he has some news for me, but he is starving. Can he eat with us?" Glena
smiled and said, "Sure!" Then there was Rod, looking all disheveled, in
dusty exploration gear. He said "Please excuse me a second while I run
through the shower." He ported to the bedroom and stripped, and ran to
the bathroom. A minute later he came out, not quite dry, but fit to eat
with. He sat with us. I said "Have some food. I noticed how fast you
were porting. I like that." He said, between mouthfuls, "You were
right. Motivation helps." I grinned.
We didn't talk, while we waited for him to catch up with us, in food
intake. Then the girls plied him with questions about his exploits down
south. It was all very interesting, but then he started to tell about
something I didn't expect. He said "I heard from some of the local
people there, that there was an old legend of a temple buried under a
hill in the jungle. I sent a viewpoint into it and found something
small and loose there, and ported it out. Stephen, it has gems in it
which are psychically active!" I said "Oh Rod, haven't you neglected to
tell us WHERE you were? Like a country, perhaps?" He said "British
Honduras." I said "Mayan?" He said, with some excitement, "Much older!"
I said "Older than 1500BC? That place is going to have a new visitor
tomorrow." Zack said "No surprise there!" Everybody but Rod and me
laughed. We were just too excited. As soon as we finished stuffing our
faces, we asked to be excused so we could go to my lab. Zack and Glena
had big grins on their faces while we were leaving.
The object he had pulled from the site was a rod, and sitting on one
of my workbenches. It was made of jade, and gold, and had some stones
set in the gold. Some of those stones were the same kind as my stone I
wear on my wrist. They glowed with psychic energy, but not as bright as
my stone. I ran my hand chakra over the object, and the stones glowed
brighter as my hand moved over them. I touched the bare jade, and read
it's history. Then I woke up on the floor, to see an alarmed Rod
bending over me. I said "Quick, get me a blank recording crystal." He
got one for me, and I put it on my forehead and pushed my memory of the
object's history into it, with a restriction that it come out to the
reader a little slower than I had received it. Then I said "Don't try
psychometry on it, if you don't want to get overloaded. My recording of
it goes slower, so it should be safe for a genius. Please contact Pete,
and ask him to come. I want him to look at it first, because he has
more experience with these recordings than you have. I need to rest a
little." I closed my eyes. I felt Pete come, and take the crystal from
me. 5 minutes later, he said "Wow!" I said "I expected that this time.
If you think it's safe for Rod, let him have it." He did, and there was
another "Wow!" Pete said "25,000 years is a LOT of history!"
I said "We have a problem. This is an instrument of torture. A
psychic whip. We can study how it works, but handling it is very
dangerous for us of the Light. It can change who we are. I think we
need to insulate this, and check out what else is there, before we do
anything else." They agreed right away. I got up off the floor, and
used plastic tongs to put it into an insulated container. Then we sat
around discussing what kind of people could make and use something like
that. It's history wasn't much help, because it was all a jumble, and a
lot of it was bad emotions. I said to Pete, "See if you can isolate
it's beginning. I wonder if it's maker intended it to be used as it was
later. I suspect it was made for something else. Oh, I have an idea." I
thought hard, and felt them connect to watch. I looked up 2 minutes
later and said, "When we want to, we can clean it of it's history."
Rod asked Pete, "Could you follow that?" Pete said "Not a bit." Rod
said "What do you think, 300? 400?" Pete said "Higher, but I don't know
how much. Thanks for telling me about this. Wouldn't miss it for the
world." I said "Hey guys, I'm actually here, you know. Can't you wait
to talk about me behind my back, until I'm not in earshot?" Pete said,
That's what I did. So did they. To my bedroom. Dan was there. We
couldn't go South until it was light, so we had the whole night to
occupy with something. Being always horny boys, we didn't have to do
much thinking about what to do to pass the time. All 4 of us had 3
squirting sessions, before we were tired enough to sleep.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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