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, B "What Happened Next"
Part 1, B
One day in late June 2008, while walking around the city, or rather
hobbling, for painful exercise, I passed a dog barking very loudly at
me from behind a very strong chain link fence, the best for over
excitable German Shepherds. I was tired, and said to it, "Be quiet and
lie down." It did it right away. I didn't say it aloud, though. I
thought to myself, "Interesting." I wondered if my powers were coming
back. I tried to contact Tomba. Nothing happened. Then I remembered I
had never tried to talk to animals ever since I had come back to
myself, after I came back from the moon. So, I might have had that
ability all along, and never knew it. I thought that was funny, and
would have laughed if I had the energy. Instead, I made a decision.
I was old, and in pain, and living alone. Nobody needed me anymore. I
didn't have many reasons to continue living, and of those I did, none
were even moderately strong. I decided to try the one thing I always
wanted to do, but had been afraid to, because of Chad's warning. The
next morning I took my medicine pill, and used the Port-All circuit to
end up in my apartment in the Temple. I knew my presence would be
reported, and in a few minutes, Tomba came in, looking younger than I
did, even though he was older. We hugged and kissed. We did some
general talking, some about the old times, and some catching up to the
present. Then I said, "I don't have anything to lose now. I want to try
on the crown we found in the ruin." He said "Chad's warning." I said
said "I knew then, because I had thought up some plans, that what he
thought it meant, might not be entirely right. I think it means a new
incarnation." He said "I've thought of that, too. I don't like to say
it, but I accept your justification." He ported its insulated container
to the coffee table in front of the couch we were sitting on.
I said "We don't have much to fear from the Van now. So I think there
isn't much danger from them when I try it on outside of the insulated
room. I have an idea of what it does, and I want my mind to be free to
roam. No matter what happens, please don't interfere. It could be
dangerous to me if the crown comes off while my mind is elsewhere." He
nodded. I leaned back on the couch, so I wouldn't fall over if I became
unconscious, and put it on my head. My mind exploded outward. That's
what it felt like. I could see and hear with my mind anything I wanted
to, all around the earth, and read people's every thought, and even
read their memories. Then I pulled myself back into my mind, and took
the crown off. I said to Tomba, "Anything unusual happen?" He said
"Your aura flared, and it's still much brighter than it was before." I
said "I'm afraid to know, but please inventory me." He did, and said,
barely holding back his emotions, "Fully open. You're all the way back,
and then some. Your abilities are stronger than ever before, and you
have some new ones. Clairvoyance and clairaudience, in a range I've
never heard of before. You can put your point of view anywhere on
Earth, even without using the 4th. You have extremely fine perception
and PK, down to the atomic level. Your super intelligence is back, and
might even be higher than before." Then he couldn't say anymore, and
just cried. I hugged and kissed him. After a while, he whispered,
"You're a full telepath now, but under control."
I said "Most of those are functions of the crown. I still have those
abilities after I took it off, because they were natural to me, and
would have developed if I hadn't been injured. The crown shocked them
open." We hugged some more. Then he said, "What will you do now?" I
said "Keep hugging you." He said "Thanks. Are you going to tell the
others?" I said "You know I should. It would be wrong to deny them that
happiness. I will tell Chad first, and have him call a meeting of the
others. Then I will do what I've been wanting to do; select my next
incarnation. I don't want this body anymore, and now that I have the
tools I need for that, I will do it. First, though, I'm going to have a
conversation with the bed, and the stones in the crown, to find out
more about its possibilities. Please don't tell Chad, or anybody else.
Let me do it, when I'm ready." He said "Yes." We hugged some more.
We got up and went into the insulated bedroom, he sat in a chair,
while I put the crown on the special bed, and sat and laid down on it.
I closed my eyes and said, "Hello" to my stone on my chest. He said
"Hello Stephen. You have brought some new friends." I said "I want to
free your people in this bed, and all the others who are associated
with the Van against their desires. To do that safely, I have to solve
the problem of the Van. To do that, I need a way to get into their moon
base. To do that, I need to be small enough to pilot one of their
transports, and to be able to use the access code. To do that, I need
to be a child again, but with my full memories and abilities. Do you
know anything which will help me achieve this?" He said "You don't
think small." I said with humor, "I've been told that." He said "We see
some possibilities. Should it be assumed you don't want to trust blind
reincarnation?" I said "Right. I have 50 or 60 more years of work to
do. Then I can let what will be, be." He said "There is risk in
everything, but what we might do incurs less risk to your goal, than
doing nothing. We could modify your current body, with the help of the
crown. In effect, make it grow younger and smaller, to be like you when
you were a child. We would not modify the brain, and you would be
asleep during the process. This would take 6 to 10 years, and you would
have to be medically supported during that time. Upon completion, you
would begin growing as a normal child would, into a normal adulthood
and beyond, in a much extended lifetime."
He said "Another thing we can assist with, is in selecting a damaged
child, who's spirit wants to leave it, and modifying it to your
specifications, and after that, transfer your spirit into it. Our last
option, with uncertain results, is selecting the best parents to
produce a baby with the most desired characteristics, which we can
instruct you how to modify to your needs, which you now have the
ability to accomplish, and guide your spirit into it naturally, when it
is ready to have one, before it is born. We could not be certain the
child will develop as you desire, and while we can restore your
memories to it when it is planned to, you may not have the abilities
you have now." I said "Abilities, is the most important thing, or I
wouldn't need to do any of this." He said "That leaves the first 2
options." I said "And that means somebody needs to care for the child
or old man on the bed, while it is being modified. If I chose the first
one, could I be modified to not have bad eyesight and motion sickness?"
He said "Yes." I said with humor, "That makes the choice more
difficult." He said "Your humor is one of the reasons why we like you.
The Van have none." I said "Thank you. It's an honor. I can't decide
now. I will have to ask my friends for advice, and probably ignore it
and make my own decision." He said "Yes, I've seen you do that. To
success, though."
I said "Can you tell me anything about the crown?" He said "It was
used as you have described. It can awaken psychic powers, and extend
them while it is being worn. The Van destroyed it's wearers whenever
they were discovered, out of fear they would be successfully opposed.
That fear was justified. We are very sorry your people, and you in your
past lives, were harmed with our assistance." I said "That's alright.
You didn't have much choice in the matter, and the past is over. Our
present and future choices are all that matter now. Do you understand
the love I feel?" He said "Not fully. Your love is different from any
of your past lives, and very different from any other human we've
encountered. We would selfishly like it to continue indefinitely." I
said, "I can't think of a good argument against that, right now." I
said with humor, "Not that I think I should." He said "I appreciate
that." I said "Would you like the crown to stay with the bed until I
need it?" He said "Yes, and thank you." I said "I thank you, too.
Goodbye for now. I will visit again after I've done some more thinking,
and probably some arguing. Oh, and in the next me, is it possible to
enable it so I can communicate with you without the assistance of the
table?" He said "I don't know. We will consider it." I got off the
table.
I went with Tomba to the living room, and onto the couch. I told him
the entire conversation I had with my stone. He said "I have no advice
to give you regarding your future life decision." I grinned and said,
"Big help YOU are!" He grinned back, and we hugged and kissed. I said
"Let's not tell anybody about the crown. It's very dangerous. Only a
full adept, or somebody like me who used to be but could be again,
could use it without damage, and except for me that one time, wouldn't
need to." He said "Agreed."
Continued in Part #1, C
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Grant
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