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Subject: +*+*+*+ Stephen's Secure Blog #4 "Zander Enhancer" +*+*+*+
Date: 26 Mar 2012 18:46:21 -0500
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Stephen's Secure Blog #4
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. Then he wrote to an artificial
intelligence called Geenee, in the master computer in his school for
gifted students, which he started attending in 2016. Now it's 2018, and
later, and he's continuing to save his memories in a secure blog.
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 is 12 in this story, in March of year 2 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #4 "Zander Enhancer"
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I was at the school for my usual morning recess. I surprised them
with the link, and then I was surprised. There was a lesbian in the
group. She had different feelings which were very interesting, which
added to the link in an exciting way. After we all finished very well,
when they were leaving, I asked to speak with her. I said "Grace, I
like it that you're a lesbian. Your feelings really add something good
to the link. Thank you for er, coming." She laughed and said, "Thank
you for inviting me. There is something different about you. Normally,
I'm slightly repulsed by boys, sexually. Not you. I don't feel anything
negative, sexually, toward you at all." I said "I'm concerned about
that. Boys my age, and even younger, usually experience some sexual
feelings. I don't have any. Toward boys or girls, or any other
creatures. I can appreciate beauty, and have a lot of exciting fun with
people sexually, but I don't have any sexual feelings of my own." She
said "I don't know what to say about that." I said "I have a feeling,
sort of like a premonition, that I will have an extended childhood,
maybe because of my early psionic development. I'm not too worried
about it, because I'm having a whole lot of fun now, being who I am. I
appreciate your telling me about what you felt. It helped me understand
me better. Thank you!" We hugged and kissed. Before we left, I asked
her if she knew any other lesbians who would be interested in our
recesses, because I would like to have the most varied mix possible,
for our education and fun. She thought that was a good idea.
Then I did some work, and then had lunch. Then I went with Pete to
the Reception Center at the island. I went to my office, which looked
much nicer than it had before. I arranged all my things I had brought,
and sent my perceptions to Zander's base, to track him on his way to
our meeting. It was good he came alone. Pete escorted him to my office.
I stood. Zander was surprised I wasn't who he expected. Pete grinned,
and Zander noticed that. I said "The first lesson in the fight crystal.
If you don't expect anything, you can't be surprised." Zander laughed
like a hissing tea kettle. We bowed to each other, and sat. Pete said
"Have fun, you two." We thanked him and he left. I said to Zander, "It
might be possible you could have some questions." He grinned and said,
"Correct. I was told I was to meet my friend Stephen. Yet, you who I
have met at this time, is of a different appearance, and visibly
younger in age. Please explain." I said "First, I need to know your
view on some things. What are your opinions and beliefs regarding what
happens when the body dies?" He said "I don't have any." I said "Yes
you do. You are an Adept now. You know there is more to actual life
than that of the body." He bowed. "I accept the correction. Also, I
know the Van can change bodies, so it is logical to assume that some
possibility exists for the persistence of that which makes us
conscious, beyond the life of the body."
I said "An Advanced Adept can recall some of his past incarnations. A
Master Adept can choose his next incarnation, and may retain the full
memory and powers he had. I am the voluntary reincarnation of the
Stephen you knew. And the name of this body is actually Stephen, a
great grandson of the first Stephen." He said "Most amazing! How was it
done?" I just grinned. He said "I understand. Methods. More, that I
should not know until I am able to know." I said "Very good! You have
indeed progressed. More questions?" He said "You said you would not
want your short lifespans to increase. Is that because of
reincarnation?" I said "Yes. Faster evolution. We don't usually
remember our past lives. I did, before we met the first time, because I
had received a brain injury in the process of escaping from the Van
station. Yes, that was me. My memory was erased from my damaged brain,
completely. In the time before it was restored, which had been saved
because what happened was expected, other memories took their place in
my brain. In one of my lives, I was the person who warned them in
advance about the disaster which caused the people who became the Van,
to go to another star."
Zander made a strange noise which I thought was his equivalent of
wow. "I hear something like that a lot." He laughed. I said "Did you
think I would be so cruel to you, to withhold that from you when you
were ready for it?" He said "You understand. I do, now. Do you have a
crystal of that?" I said "Pete used to chide me about that; asking
'Stupid Questions' I knew the answers to." He grinned and said, "I like
him!" I said "You should. He's very likable, and the best kind of
friend one can have." I gave him the crystal, which didn't include any
technology information in it. He read it. He said "She was very
courageous." I said "And tragic. In a way, so was I. While I recovered
my memories after my brain healed, I didn't recover my special
abilities beyond what you had when we met. I had been a Senior Adept,
and then been reduced to almost nothing." He said "I can only imagine
how devastating that could have been to you. So, all those 'Methods' I
witnessed, were accomplished by other adepts?" I grinned and said,
"Should I ask Pete to give you his opinion of that?" He grinned. I said
"I didn't recover my abilities until I was old and frail. That's when I
decided to change to a new and improved model. I had more work to do,
or I would have just let nature take its course." He said "That work.
Did it include me?" I said "Are you so unsure of yourself, that you
have to keep asking about things you already know?" He said "It seems
so, and I am deeply honored."
I said "Enough about me. Tell me about you." He said "After much
thinking over what you had told me so carefully and artfully, which I
truly appreciate now, never having believed such intense and effective
education could be accomplished in so short a time, and below my
awareness, I improved myself as you had intended. After my return home,
that was noticed. I didn't know how then, but I do now, and your aura
is blazing at me. I was inducted into the Fellowship of Guardians." I
said "Just that? No training?" He said "I was provided with some
knowledge of what was expected of me. That was all." I said "I'm very
disappointed in them. Among us, we practice our abilities, and train in
their use. I think you knew there is much more to learn, which is why
you are here now." He bowed. I said "You know I will teach you. Do you
accept me as your teacher in this, and agree to obey me when I exercise
my duties as your teacher?" He said "Very carefully expressed. If I
refuse, you won't teach, therefore I accept." I said "That is
sufficient for now. You will understand why more will be required
later. Tell me what you can do, as best you can in words." He said "I
can sense my surroundings and objects to about 10 meters, to the
microscopic level when close. No colors. I can feel the emotions of
others at the same range. I can sense their life energies, too, up to
50 meters. I can manage my thinking in a small way, much as you
described to me that your adepts do, which I might add, my fellow
Guardians don't seem to have thought of. That is all."
I said "A good beginning. How do you place yourself in ability, among
the other adepts of your kind you have met?" He said "Equal." I said "I
agree." He looked surprised and said, "I have to ask. You have scanned
my world?" I said "Yes. And I wasn't detected." He made his wow sound.
I grinned, and then so did he. I said "Before we start, we need to be
clear about some things. What you will learn here, will place you in
ability, significantly above theirs. You need to consider how you and
they will react to that, when you return, and what you and they will do
about it." He said "Wow!" It was in his way, but I'm writing it in my
way from now on. He said "You planned this, to make me their leader!" I
said "At least it wasn't a question this time. It didn't need to be
planned. As you will see, it was an inevitable result of our continued
contact." He said wow again. I said "You might not want to wear that
out so soon." He laughed, and said, "I love your humor, and the caring
intelligence behind it." I said "Thank you. Next, tell me what you
specifically want me to train you in, at least to start." He said
"Mental management. With that, I might be able to think better, and so
be more able to ask for more." I said "Wise. The first step is like
exercising your muscles to make you stronger. Doing that, also
increases your skill in using those muscles. It is so for the mind. I'm
going to contact your mind. This isn't like your species' limited
telepathy. If you can detect me, try to push me out." I did that, and
went unnoticed. I said in his mind +This is voluntary communication.
Speak silently to me, and I will hear it. Say something.+ He said
+Greetings.+ I said +Now when I say begin, push my mind voice our of
your mind. To try your hardest, you can imagine yourself and your loved
ones in the greatest danger, and pushing my mind out of yours is the
only thing which will save you and them from something terrible.
Begin!+
He pushed me out very strongly. I said "Well done. See if you can
detect my contact now, and push me out. If you do push, I will be
pushing back, so use your maximum effort for a long as you can." He
detected, and pushed harder, and I push back a little harder than he
could, until he became too tired. Then I inventoried him, and found no
damage. He said "You are extremely strong!" I said "Yes and no. This
time it is you who are week and defenseless, compared to us, but I do
have to admit I'm stronger than most. If I had wanted to, I could have
taken you over completely, or just literally fried your brain. What we
are doing with this, is to get you to a point where most adepts can't
do that to you. Ready for more?" He said "Yes." We did that off and on
for two hours. Then I said, "This takes a lot of energy. Maybe more
than you realize. You need to fix that. We have facilities for your
species in this building. Let's go." We did, and I escorted him to the
rooms which were set up for his kind. There was food and drink for him
on a table, which I had ported from his station. I didn't want to look
at it. I left him there, and got a snack for myself. He would come to
my office when he was finished. He wouldn't wander, because he would
know I would be aware of that, just like he would. He came back a half
hour later, and we did more resistance training for an hour. Then I
said, "Now I will show you, you." I pushed my mind into his brain, and
examined it, and explained to him from the inside, what I was doing.
Then I withdrew. He said in wonder, "I never expected. This is what
real Adepts do. My people are far behind in this!"
I said "Unless you plan to stay on Earth forever, you will be fixing
that." He said "I hope so. This is just the beginning. There is so much
more to learn!" I said "Absolutely. Where?" He said "Yes, that issue
needs to be resolved." I said "Here are your options. You can commute
via your craft. Or by a Port-All we could give you. You could stay
here, comfortably. What we have done so far, can be done at a distance.
More advanced things cannot. I don't know what you desire to do about
this, or how you can manage your circumstances to accomplish your
decisions safely, but if you want what we can give you in the time you
have available, you need to commit most of your time for this, for at
least 12 more days, preferably more. Please remember, while I can visit
you anywhere, I should not be detected by others, just as you should
not be detected by the people of this world, except by our Guardians.
That places some limits on our contact." He said "I must return to my
station tonight. My interstellar transportation leaves in approximately
20 days." I said "If you need to go to your planet then, you need to be
on that ship. If we were to transport you ourselves, which we can do in
different ways, there will be some awkward questions. We do have our
own FTL ships, which we built just for fun. They are er, faster than
yours. Or we could do something else. Here comes a method. We can do
point matter transmission. By that I mean, we don't need a receiver for
it, in some situations. We can transport you anywhere you want to go,
in an instant. Unfortunately, you would miss out in some sightseeing."
He said "Wow!" We grinned.
He said "I will have to think about it." I said "There is something
you can help me to learn, if you agree to it." He said "What is that?"
I said "Your within species telepathy is unique. I am very curious
about how that works. I would not try to investigate it without your
permission." He said "How can I help you? We don't know how it works,
either." I said "If you would, just try to use it on me." He did, and I
got it. I said "Thank you. It's my turn to say wow!" He grinned. I said
"I don't know how your people ever evolved such a complicated system,
or why. You use pulse modulation in a weak high frequency band, and in
a low frequency radio band. You must have some iron in your brain. No,
Oh, it evolved for finding mates! I hope I didn't embarrass you." He
said "You didn't." I said "Can you communicate words with it?" He said
"Yes we can." I said "A future project for us will be a telepathy
encoder/transcriber, so you can operate electronic devices with it, if
you would like that, and don't presently have one." He said "We have
tried to develop one, and failed." I said "Probably because the signal
is so week, your devices weren't able to detect the very slight pulsing
in the modulation which carried the most information. All we need from
you is a dictionary. You would have to say each word at the same time
you transmit it. We could also set up special signals you could use as
operative commands. I apologize. I get a little excited about new
creative projects." He said "Think nothing of it. I understand
completely."
I said "We have two more things to do today. First, I will align your
energy centers. We have learned more since your last visit, and I can
now do it safely. Please lie down on this couch. There will be no pain,
but you might feel a little strange. Well, more than you do already."
He laughed. I did it, and he sat up. He said "I feel a difference. I
think more clearly." I said "That is one of its benefits. Now there is
this crystal. It has two things in it. It will tell you about your
energy systems, and some information about how you can manage them. The
other part you might not agree with. What I will be teaching you can be
very dangerous to other people, if used against them unfairly. The
crystal will check for those antisocial tendencies, and refuse to give
you the lesson if it finds them. In addition, it will implant
restrictions and warnings about that, if it accepts you, which you can
override with moderate effort. This is the same crystal we use for all
our students, with the modification only to suit your different
species. You might be interested to know, I invented this, and I was
it's first user. That's right. I like the reduction of temptation it
provides, and the warnings if I forget myself." He said "If you had not
told me, would I have noticed that action?" I said "Not then, but you
might have later, if there happened to be a situation where they would
be active." He bowed and said, "Honored Teacher, I will accept and use
the crystal." He did, and said, "Now that I know what to look for, I do
see what you described."
I gave him my love. Then I said, "There is more, which would not have
happened if you had refused it. Do you feel a pull on your awareness?"
He said "Yes, and from one of those little boxes on the table. One
glows more brightly than the others. It calls to me in friendship." I
said "Take it. It's yours." He picked it up and opened the box, and
took out the pendant and chain. He said "This is a precious gift. Too
precious. I couldn't accept such a thing." I was grinning and dripping
tears when I said, "It's extremely precious, but it's not a gift. It
really IS yours. Now, and in all your future lives. It has chosen you
above all others. Put it on." He did. I gave him the crystal which told
him it's features, which he used. I showed him my stone and said, "It
has been mine for more than a thousand years, through many
incarnations. My past self pried it loose from a statue of an ancient
God, and it is named after it. You should give yours a name, too." He
sat down, overcome with emotion. I said "It would not have chosen you,
if you were not worthy. Never doubt that." He said "I don't know what
to say." I said "What I feel from you, says it all, and more."
I let him recover some, and said, "It glows only to the mental vision
of somebody with psionic senses. That means your Guardians will be
aware of it. How you explain it, including how you came by it, is up to
you, but please don't let them use the crystal. Speaking of that, have
you told them anything about the Guardians of this and other worlds?"
He said "I have told them nothing, as I think you wished." I said "I
suspect most worlds where psionic adepts have evolved, have Guardians,
because that is our function. Or they become evil and damaging. We have
destroyed some of those here." He said "If I become like that, you will
destroy me?" I said "It would be my responsibility, and I would, and
not with happiness." He said "As should be done. I'll do my best to
keep you from experiencing such unhappiness." I said "Thank you. One
more thing. If I don't hear from you in a reasonable amount of time,
would it be alright to contact you mentally, to see if you are well?"
He said "You fear my local compatriots may attempt to restrain me?" I
said "I don't know your people well enough to predict their behavior.
Just that, concerns me enough to take precautions." He said "That is
wise." I said "I have been called, with love, respect, affection, and
some amount of humor, a 'Sneaky Suspicious Devious Devil', by my fellow
Senior Adepts." We laughed together, on the way back to his ship.
Before he got into it, he turned to me and said, "Was it Pete?" I gave
him a big grin. He laughed into his ship.
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