The Adventures of Stevie #213
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,
just before Spring.
The Adventures of Stevie #213 "Finds of the World"
Dear Carlos,
I have been very busy, looking all over the world for more psychic
stones. I found them in places you would expect, and in some unlikely
places. But I don't know what you would think is which one. What would
you think about the one I found in a belly button in a belly dancer in
Tunis? Or the one in a secret room in the Great Pyramid in Egypt? Or
inside nasty looking mummies? Or the one in a ring owned by a movie
star? Some of the stones were normal, but charmed, some with good
things, and some, like the Hope Diamond, with bad things. Where I
could, I left them were they were, and cleaned them, specially the ones
in weapons. A lot of the really active stones were just like my stone.
A strange thing happened with them which I'm going to explore later.
When I put a bunch of them together, all touching each other, I almost
hear in my mind some music.
We found out what those rods were really used for when they were
first made. You will never guess. No, not sex, but healing. I cleaned
them of history, and wanted to try them out, but my problem was I had
nobody to cure, and I knew I wouldn't be allowed to wander the
hospitals with a rod and poke it a patients. Still, I had to know. I
asked Rod's father if he had a patient which medicine couldn't help,
that I could secretly work on. He did. She had inoperable brain cancer.
We ported to her room at night. I made sure she was asleep. I held the
rod over her head like it said in the instructions in one of the
inscriptions we found at the site in British Honduras, and willed it to
heal. I watched the energy flows with my third eye. They were unusual,
and pretty, too. Then I moved the rod all over her body. Then the
energy flow stopped. We used our object senses to see if the tumor was
still there. It wasn't. There was no sign of it. We ported back to the
school and hugged each other in excitement. I said "This proves one
thing. I can use it to heal people. What it hasn't proved is, can
somebody else use it that way? And if they can, is it limited to
adepts, in some degree or another? Think about it, and let me know how
you would like to test for those questions, keeping in mind our need
for secrecy. One more thing. Testing only, and as little as possible.
The last person who used it a lot, was killed by the aliens because of
it. If they notice it now, in this era of mass communications, things
could be much worse." He was very disappointed, but had to agree. I
said "Good, my brothers Rod and Davie should NOT lose their father." We
hugged, and I ported him home.
That made me think about my own stone. I had never really examined
it. So, the next day I did. It was more unusual than I had thought.
There were strange structures in it I could see with my object sense,
which glowed brighter with psychic energy when I did that. I took the
stone out of the gold pendant mount, and found the back of the stone
was the same as the front. It's unusual for very hard cabochon stones
to be polished where it won't show. I tried a scratch test. It was
harder than sapphire, but it was obviously not a diamond. I didn't
scratch it with a diamond, because I didn't want to damage it. You
might think that I risked damage with the other scratch tests. I
didn't. For a stone which had been around for centuries at least, it
would have shown a scratch somewhere on it, if it had been softer than
sapphire. There were none. It was in perfect shape. I thought about
making a new wrist band for it, because the one I was using had become
too small, and a little tattered. Then I had an idea for how I could
always have it with me, even in the shower. I was going to put it
inside me. There is a bone in the middle of the chest called the
sternum. I stopped the pain in that area, and used 4th tools to reach
inside the bone and make a hollow in it the size and shape of the
stone. Then I ported the stone into it. Then I let go of the pain
control.
I woke up on the floor of my lab, about 3 seconds later, with my
chest REALLY hurting. I pushed my mind into the stone, to see if it was
there and undamaged, and a strange thing happened. Something came out
of the stone which stopped the pain. Then I was very tired, so I ported
to my bed at home, and didn't wake up until Dan came home. I felt fine
then, and hugged him very well. He said "What's the occasion? A new
invention?" I said "I just feel fine and happy, and wanted to share it
with you." I bent down and grabbed his monster and said to it, "You
understand, don't you?" Naturally it did, and rose up to show me. I
stood up and said, "See?" Dan grinned and grabbed mine with one hand
and my nuts with the other, which I liked very much, and let him feel
that in the link. Then we moved to his bed, and lad lots of fun
delaying squirting. Then we did squirt, and it was great. I said, while
we were resting, "After what happened with Nigel, I've been feeling I
should be telling the people I love, that I love them, more often. That
everybody should. I love you." He said, "I've loved you with all of me,
ever since you didn't want my shells. Selfish as it is, I will NEVER
regret throwing you into the water." We put our grins together with a
kiss.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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