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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: +*+*+*+ Stephen's Outline Part #1, A "What Happened, and Why" +*+*+*+
Date: 9 Mar 2012 17:43:01 -0600
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Stephen's Outline Part #1
These stories about Stephen began was when he was 10 years old, and
moving to a new part of the country to attend a special school for
gifted students, in the 1950's. 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. He wrote
225 of them to a friend. He stopped writing to his penpal, but found he
still wanted to record his life, in case he lost his memory again, and
wrote 30 entries in his first logbook. Now he is an old man, and is
preparing to make some important decisions. This is his outline of his
life after he stopped writing in his logbooks, and parts of what the
outline points to, and then his preparation for what he is going to do.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stephen's Outline Part #1, A "What Happened, and Why"
Part 1, A
To the next me, please refer to my included documents for the
accounts of my memories I'm passing on to you. They include my letters
to Carlos, and the only one of my Logbooks which has survived. I am
continuing my chronicle in an outline form, with references to other
documents which will provide expanded details. I'm doing this in
written form, and in crystals, and in digital media, not knowing in
advance which form will be most useful to you.
My last entry in the only Logbook included in this cache of
documents, contains within it with the announcement of the pregnancy of
my wife, Debbie, as its most significant part. To me, anyway. She did
give birth to Abraham Chad Holmes, on June 22, 1964. (See the file
marked "My Offspring") My life continued without much unusual or
significant happenings.
Chad and Wanda had a daughter, Stephanie Janice Watson, on March 15,
1966. Debbie and I were her Godparents. You notice they named her after
me. It was a great honor.
On May 3rd, 1966, while walking to the library at Johns Hopkins
University, Debbie was hit by a car which had gone out of control and
ran over the sidewalk. She died almost instantly. I know about the
"almost", because I felt it, even though I was in my office in DC. (See
the file marked "Debbie") I don't remember much of what happened
immediately after that, because I was damaged by the psychic shock of
her death in my awareness. I was told my aura had flared very brightly,
and then almost went out. The Adepts nearby noticed it, and came to my
aid. The next thing I remember, is my brain feeling like it was on
fire, and screaming my lungs out. I was told I had to be sedated with a
sleep projection, so I wouldn't break my helpers' bones. It took 3
months of Tomba's care, with Chad assisting, in my apartment in the
Temple, before I recovered enough to be useful. I had changed. Most of
my remaining psychic abilities were gone, and who I was at that time,
didn't really care. (See the file marked "Family Lives and Deaths")
During my "illness", Horizon Enterprises had to cope with my absence.
They did very well. Rather than upset that with my return, when I had
planned to leave anyway, I didn't go back. That's not entirely
accurate. I didn't want to go back. I wanted to leave my past and start
something new. Escape my past, actually. I had no money, because I had
given it all to the enterprise, even assigned the royalties from my
publications and licensed patents and inventions. I owned a lot of the
stock, but I would never put it up for public sale. I had no family to
keep me, because Debbie was gone, and I couldn't raise my son by
myself. Chad and Wanda were taking care of him, and after I told them
my plans, wanted to keep doing it. So, I left, by joining the military.
I chose the Air Force, because I expected not to be involved in ground
combat, which turned out to be wrong, as a computer engineer. I had an
interesting career in the Air Force, moving from one assignment to
another, frequently, solving a lot of unsolvable problems along the
way, including helping what became the internet, get started. I was a
full Colonel when I retired after 20 years. I was asked to stay. I
didn't. (See the file marked "Military Service")
I did many other things while I was in the military, and after,
including exhibiting my art in some prestigious galleries (See the file
marked "Art"), teach martial arts, write stories and plays, teach some
academic courses, do community service, learn new things, and raise
children. Abe lived with me off and on, and sometimes he brought
friends who needed a father. I adopted two of them, Rob and Pat, and
was an acting father to some others who wanted one. I was still in
touch with the enterprise and the school, and they contacted me at
times for help deciding things, and just to keep in touch.
After the military, I did some traveling, and then settled down in
Baltimore, where I still had the apartment there, since renovated and
maintained for me by the enterprise, unknown to me until then. By then,
my kids were grown and living on their own. None of them were in the
enterprise. They had no trace of psychic ability, and while very smart,
weren't geniuses, either. My psychic abilities returned over time, to
what they were just before my third eye had been fully opened, and
after I had recovered from my injury from my escape from the moon, but
slightly better. I didn't do any paying work, living on my retirement
and some art sales and royalties from some publications, but did
volunteer as a psychologist in court cases regarding children, and
again with the Bureau, in my previous role with them, and as a computer
engineer and IT manager. Also, I took my turns managing the school, a
year at a time. I was still on the Board of Directors of Horizon
Enterprises and the school, but as President Emeritus. I didn't vote in
the meetings, but did receive a lot of hugs. Nigel, Race, Pete, and
Jan, took turns as president, with Dean as the Executive Assistant who
actually ran things, and very well.
One thing didn't change. They still wanted me for sex play. It was
mostly Chad and Wanda, and Nigel, and while Tomba never asked, he
always wanted, even though he had Lance. I gave them me, and my love,
whenever I could, when I could see they wanted it. Not that I had to be
forced.
Continued in Part #1, B
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Grant
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