The Adventures of Stevie #206
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 #206 "Rumble in the Jungle"
Dear Carlos,
Everybody wanted to go to the temple ruin, so we left a little later
than we planned, so we all could get geared up. With Rod, Pete, and I,
were Chad, Race, Tomba, and father. Race had transferred to our school,
and was almost ready to start college courses, so he could come with us
as a school project. We had exploring clothes on, with hard hats which
had lights powered with 4th batteries on them. We had ninja belts and
heat guns, too. We set up a camp near the hill. Then we had a problem.
People with guns came at us. Pete said "Hello. What can we do for you?"
He said it in English, because that's what most of the people speak in
British Honduras. Their leader said, "Give us your guns and your money
and we won't kill you." All the adepts connected in mindtalk. We
decided what to do. We ported their guns and knives to a room at the
school. Then Pete said, "I'm sorry, but we need our things. But if you
would like to visit and eat with us, we would be glad to have you."
That confused them almost as much as noticing their weapons were gone.
Their leader said "What did you do with our guns?" Pete said "What
guns? I don't see any with you." Leader said "We brought them here, and
they're gone!" Pete said "Well, you should keep a closer eye on your
things. It would be embarrassing if you lost your clothes, too. Maybe
arms and legs next?" That didn't help to reduce their fear. If fact,
they backed away until they couldn't see us through the jungle, and
then ran away. Father said "They will be back. Next time they will fire
from behind cover. I suppose you are ready for that." Pete said "Right.
We'll take their guns again, and their clothes. We want their fear and
respect first. Then we will make friends." I informed father, "Adepts
know when somebody is looking at them, and what the intention behind
that look is. They can't sneak up on us, or aim a weapon at us, without
our knowing. All we have to be concerned about is fire and high
explosives. We will be setting up a watch schedule, so an adept will
always be on guard duty, to see and stop any problems before they get
near." He nodded.
Father asked me, "Why aren't the insects bothering us?" I said
"Because I asked them not to. The same for other animals." He told the
team, "He's handy to have around." Chad grinned and said suggestively,
"He sure is!" Father cleared his throat, but didn't say anything more.
We laughed. I opened up my senses wide, and scanned the area near us at
a radius of about 10 miles, and to a depth of a hundred feet. The only
people around were the robbers, who were still running. I reported
that. I said something else, too. "There is a jaguar nearby. He's
smarter than most dogs. I want to bring him to us so he can fix our
scents in his mind as friends. Alright?" Pete said "Good idea. A
watch-cat for us." I could feel his approval and thanks for asking,
affirming his status as our leader. They all watched me make friends
with the big cat. He was very friendly to me, maybe because of the way
we communicated, which he hadn't experienced before. I said to the
group, "Don't feel fear. You don't have to. He doesn't want to hurt
anybody, and I wouldn't let him if he did. You can stroke his fur if
you want to." They did want to, and the cat liked it, with a strange
kind of purr. I said "It's done. Even if I'm not around, he will still
be our friend. There is another reason to have him. The local people
hold jaguars in high regard. It's part of the ancient religion of the
original people around here, which the British settlers and their
slaves absorbed a little of. We will gain a lot of respect from them
when they see him with us as a friend." Pete, who is our expert on
cultures, said, "Right!"
Race, who had appointed himself our kitchen manager, said, "I'll be
right back. I'm going to get the lunch." He walked into the bigger tent
and ported to school. We like to keep our porting as secret as
possible, so we have a habit of not doing it where people can't see. I
should explain about meals at school. We aren't big enough to have a
regular cafeteria. We use a catering service, which brings the already
prepared food to the school in time for regular meals. We request what
we want a week in advance, and they bring it, along with regular snacks
like fruit. They always bring extra, just in case. We have a food
service worker there full time to manage things. Race went to get our
food. For supper, we planned to order Chinese takeout from a restaurant
in DC. While we were waiting, I said to Chad, "Professor?" He said
"Good." Father said "For non geniuses, could you translate that?" Chad
said "We have a friend, with Dr. Knot, who knows archeology. He knows
about us and the enterprise. Maybe we should invite him. He could be a
big help in organizing a scientific exploration." Pete nodded. I
contacted him and explained. He was extremely eager to join us as soon
as possible, which would be later that afternoon. I was to contact him
then. I reported that.
Pete said "First, we need a photographic survey of the area. Rod,
would you fly over and do that, invisible? You have the most experience
with that." He agreed, and grabbed a big camera and went invisible. We
could sense him in the air, but not see him with our eyes. It was
strange. Pete said "It rains a lot here, so we need to get that done as
soon as possible, while we can. Stephen didn't put a rain shield in the
belt." I said "Hey, wait a minute! I couldn't. Would require too many
controls, but you could do it with a solid 4th hand over you. That's
why I made the belt, so you could do things like that, without falling
out of the sky." Pete said, "Alright, You're forgiven." I said
"Thanks." Race arrived with the food, and we ate. After we were
finished eating, Pete said, "Stephen, what have you found?" I
hesitated, and father said, "What do you mean?" Pete said "We know your
son, who is a lot like you. If you could, you would have scanned the
entire area to a depth of a hundred feet, as soon as you could. The
security mindset of better safe than sorry. So Stephen did it. It
didn't show, because he can compartmentalize his mind, and do more than
one thing at a time like it was the only thing. He has the best psychic
senses of us, so he wouldn't wait for somebody else to do it first." I
nodded. Father looked at Pete and nodded, and said, "Good work." We all
knew what that meant. Pete was a little embarrassed, because father,
the best in the business, had said Pete was being a good leader, and
respected him for that. We all wanted to hug him, but didn't want to
embarrass him further with father, so we didn't, but naturally, he knew
our feelings, and we felt his love come back to us.
I said "This area is full of ruins, probably of a large temple
complex or city. Age is a problem, because this site has been used and
built on for thousands of years, but not as far back as the rod, so
that must have come from someplace else. There are passages which are
caved in, and some which are open. Some of them were deliberately built
underground. There are some bones, in what looks like graves, but
nothing which would indicate there was ever a big destructive war here.
A few earthquakes, though. There are things which are psychically
active. If we go to the drafting table, I could draw what I found, in
layers. But first, how I draw it, is the question. How fast do we need
it?" Pete said with a smile, "Patience isn't a big virtue among us." I
said "Even doing one drawing by hand, would take hours, but could be
done in erasable pencil. A faster method would be 4th controlled
automatic writing. That would be in ink, and take probably 10 minutes a
drawing. Do any of you know what I mean be that?"
Father surprised us by saying, "I do. Don't look so surprised! We
spies know about this. It's a way to use the subconscious mind to write
things better and faster, for things which are hard to remember,
originally supposed to be from the great beyond. It's called automatic,
because the conscious mind doesn't control the writing." I said "Right.
Thanks. I would hold the pen in a 4th hand, to make it go faster. There
are even faster ways to make the drawings. 3 of them. I could convert
my mind picture into light, and shoot it into a camera lens. Develop a
big picture from that negative, and there it is. Or I could do that in
a darkroom, directly to photographic paper. Another way is for me to
print with my mind, directly to regular paper. I'm not sure exactly how
that would look. The last way is much more difficult, but very
interesting. I could build a 3 dimensional illusion of it in the air in
front of us. I couldn't hold it for long, but I could store it in a
crystal."
Like I expected, they all wanted to see me do every way. Pete said
"Wait! Let Stephen do the one way he is unsure of, first. I'm very
curious how that will turn out." I was too. We put a big sheet of paper
on the flattened big adjustable drafting table. I levitated over it, so
I could look down on the paper. I said "Stand back, in case something
happens." I pushed my mental picture of the first layer into the paper,
with some heat in the lines and labels. The table collapsed, and there
was a smell of charred wood. Rod, who had just returned from
photographing the area, said "What's going on?" Pete said "Stephen is
demonstrating a new way to destroy a drafting table." They laughed. I
was embarrassed, and said, "Oops! A little too much power, I think."
Pete took off the adjustable top and said, "Well, we do have a picture
of the first layer, in a more permanent way than expected. Chad, could
you go with Rod in bringing the film back to the school, and bring
another table back with him?" They did, and the drawings after that
worked well, after I figured out the right pressure and heat to apply.
The lines were brown, on the white paper, which had a tendency to tear
along them if roughly handled. Then I made a big 3D illusion of the
site scan, which took a while, and put it into a crystal and passed it
around. Father was VERY impressed by it, and the team thought it was
good, too.
It was time to contact the professor. He was ready, and unobserved. I
ported him to us, and he looked around in amazement. I did the
introductions. His name is Dr. Gregory Raskich. He insisted we call him
Greg, so we called him professor. We told him about the site, and why
we were there, and what we planned to do, and some of how we would do
it. He was really amazed, and said, "This will revolutionize
archeology!" Pete said to him, "Stephen will tell you about our goals
and security." I looked at Pete and said, "Oh thanks. I get all the
tough jobs." Pete looked superior and said, "Naturally." I said to the
professor, "I'm sorry, but this won't revolutionize any public thing.
This site has some dangerous psychically active things in it, which is
why we are here. Our first priority is learning about them, and making
them safe. Our second priority is keeping them, and everything about
us, a secret. Third, is finding out why they are here, and from where
they came, because they are much older than the site. There might be a
connection to offplanet things. Forth, is learning about the history
and people who were involved with those things here. Fifth, is
preserving the site, as much as possible, for future archeologists to
study, after we are through with the site. We plan to document
everything as much as we can, but if our priorities require that some
archeologically important things be damaged or destroyed, that is what
will happen. We understand how you feel about that, because we feel
that way too, but the safety of our world and it's people comes first."
Pete said "We will understand if you want to go home now, if you can't
agree with what Stephen just said." Professor said "It's tough, I'll
give you that, but I wouldn't miss this for anything! Whatever I can do
to help, in the time I have available, you can count on me." We cheered
and hugged him, which he looked pleased about. Then we got to work,
which I'll tell you about next time.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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