Stephen's Secure Blog #32
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 the Summer after year 2 of his special
school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #32 "Hair Care"
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I waited for Hawk to wake up. Then he reached over to play with my
nuts. Then he bent down to lick them, while I had the link going. I had
the intensity high, and in a minute we squirted spontaneously. While we
were resting, he said, "I can never get enough of that." I said, "You
don't hear ME complaining!" He laughed. Then we did it again, but more
slowly, and the squirting was great. Then we cleaned up and dressed. I
used tight boxer speedos for underwear, which I ported from home. Hawk
decided to do the same. We went outside to do some fighting practice.
Cress came outside to call us in for breakfast. Then she ran back
inside yelling that we were beating each other up. I laughed, and told
Hawk about it, and he laughed with me. We kept practicing. The whole
family came out to see what the problem was, and her father laughed and
explained to Cress that we were just exercising. We stopped and I said,
"I'm sorry Cress, that you got the wrong idea. We would never, EVER,
want to hurt each other." She came and hugged me and Hawk. She said
"Not ever?" He said "Right. Not even by accident. We feel what the
other feels. Most of us in the school are like that. If one of us is
hurt, we all feel it just like we were hurt the same way, if we aren't
too far away from them. So if I hurt Stephen, it would feel like I hurt
myself, and none of us are stupid enough to do that." She said "I sure
hope not!" We laughed. Hawk and I hugged her together. I said "It's why
we like to hug and kiss each other all the time. We all feel like the
other, and that adds to how good we feel doing it." She said "You kiss
boys?" I said "We kiss everybody. Boys, girls, men, women. It doesn't
matter who or how old or young they are. We all love it, and like
sharing that love. I do have to tell you, it isn't the same when a
horse kisses you." She laughed and said, "A horse? Really?" I said
"Really. Tell you inside."
We went inside to have breakfast. She wanted to know right away, but
I said, "I think it's better we wait till we're finished. It might be a
little funny, and that could make things a little messy if we were
chewing or drinking. I KNOW!" They all smiled. Even that isn't nice
with your mouth full. When we finished, she said, "Now!" I said, "In my
last life, I was Stephen, too, but I had no memory of other lives then.
I had just finished my first year at the school Hawk and I go to now,
and went to summer camp. I was 11, and the smallest boy my age there.
Very small. There were horses there. To me, monstrously big horses. I
had never been near one before. The first time I was, at camp, I'll
never forget." I told them what happened. They did laugh loudly and a
lot, Hawk the most. His father said, "I looked up Genghis Kahn. He was
supposed to have had red hair. You showed him with brown hair." I
nodded and said, "The man I knew for a year, had hair like I showed. It
was lighter than average for us, but not naturally red. We never had
clean hair, so it could have been a little lighter, though. Do you know
what we put in our hair for grooming? I don't think they would mention
THAT in the histories." He looked cautious and said, "Can you say it
nicely?" I said, "Part of it. Animal fat. In fact, in the winter, we
rubbed that all over us, to help keep the skin from drying out. For
chapped lips, we collected and used ear wax. Hard to protect the lips
from the VERY cold wind. Histories written by people who worship a
great leader, are often er, 'improved' to make the guy a lot more
special than he was. Red hair would have been extra special. It was
brown to me."
We were going to the living room, but he held me back and asked about
the other ingredient in the hair cream. I told him. He said way too
loudly in surprise, "SEMEN?" I said, "Yes. Our own, when we could
produce it. Supposed to be an aphrodisiac, too." I grinned at his
reaction and said, "Well, we didn't have anything else. I mean, what do
you expect of people who put ear wax on their lips?" He shook his head
in wonder and said, "I suppose so." I said "I'll tell Hawk." Then we
heard his hysterical laughter from the living room. His father grinned
with me, and we hugged each other. I gave him my love. He nodded and
said, "I see what you and Hawk mean about shared love. Thank you." We
went to join the others.
Cress said "What are we going to do today?" I said "Lunch?" They
laughed. She said "Are you funny all the time?" I said, "Probably not
so much when I'm sleeping." She said "Is it okay if I don't believe
you?" I looked like I was going to get angry, and then grinned and
said, "Yes." She grinned back. Her father said, "I thought we would go
and show him the Museum and the Rock." Hawk said, "Ride or drive?" His
father said, "We would have trouble parking the horses at the museum."
I said "They wouldn't stay inside the lines?" He smiled and said,
said, "Would have to be unobserved." I said "Naturally." Hawk said "We
could ride to the Rock, and leave the horses there, and go the other
way to the museum, and back to the horses." His father looked at me,
and I said, "It would work, if the horses would be cared for at the
rock. I wouldn't want to leave Sulde alone." He said "There is a stable
nearby for riders to the Rock." I said "Good." We went to get the
horses saddled up. Cress said "I want to ride with Stephen." Her father
said, "It's too far for your pony, so you will ride with me." She said
"But I want Stephen!" Hawk said "Everybody says that." I tried not to
laugh. Same for her father. I went to Cress and said very carefully,
"I'm sorry Cress, but you can't ride with me. I'm too small to keep us
both safely on the horse. We would fall off, and it's a LONG way down.
When I'm older and bigger, we can ride together a lot, if you still
want to then. If your many boyfriends won't object." She didn't quite
know how to handle that, but said, "Alright." We hugged and she went to
her father, who nodded his thanks to me.
We rode. There wasn't much to see. Even Sulde was bored. Hawk's
mother suggested we sing some songs. I said "I don't know how to sing."
Hawk said "Why not?" I said "In my last life I couldn't carry a tune to
save my life. When I tried, it hurt the ears of my best friend Chad,
who was a great singer. I didn't sing much in my other lives." He said,
"You can at least try." I said "Alright. Send me the songs." He did.
They sang. I whispered. Hawk said, "Stephen, we can't hear you." I sang
louder. They all looked at me. I stopped singing. Hawk said "Why did
you stop?" I said "You did, so I did." He rode closer and put his hand
on my shoulder and said, "Stephen. I'm serious. Listed to me. YOU CAN
SING! Really. You have a great voice." I said "Really?" He said
"Really." I said, brilliantly, "Oh." I cried. That confused them, so I
said, "Chad will be so happy I can sing, he'll cry his eyes out. That
was the only thing he didn't like about me when we were kids and best
friends. Now he's one of my great grandfathers, and I'm here now
because he asked me to incarnate into our great grandson." He said
"Wow!" I said "I hear that a lot." He laughed. We sang. There were
others on the trail. They liked it.
We rode to the rock. It's big. It's sacred to the Navajo. There is a
hole in it. That was all. There was a statue of a World War II Navajo
Code Talker nearby. The museum was in walking distance. We tethered our
horses and walked, after I asked Sulde to behave while we were gone.
Cress said, "You talk like he understands you." I said "He does, in a
way. Not the words, but the message. It's a gift I have, and it works
with almost all animals. I'll show you with George when we get back, if
you want." She said "Oh I do!" I said to her father, "I should tell you
I'm sensitive to the history of objects. It's called psychometry. I'm
VERY sensitive. If any of the things in the museum have really bad
memories in them, I might have to leave and go outside." He said "Oh,
so that's why you felt our home loving you." I nodded. We went in.
There were a lot of pots and baskets, and some silver and turquoise
jewelry, some textiles, some clothing, and weapons. I went to the
weapons. From behind me I heard him mumble to himself, "Like a true
Mongol Warrior would." I turned around and grinned and nodded to him.
He said "You heard? How?" I said "Originally, our school was for
geniuses to study to be super spies, not that we knew that then. To be
invited, you had to have an extra talent. One of us could see in the
dark like a cat. Another student was very fast. Some had total recall.
One could break things and knock people out with his voice, though he
never had an occasion to do that on a mission. Not stealthy. I had
extra hearing then, which I inherited in this incarnation. I can hear
as well as a dog, but with smaller ears. I can echolocate with it, too.
Not that I need to. I can turn off clairvoyance, and clairaudience, but
not my organic hearing. Sorry about that. I really dislike invading
people's privacy. That's why I let you know I heard that." He said "I
understand. Thank you."
We moved closer to the exhibit, and I said, "I went to the weapons
first, because in those times, that's where the most advanced
technology was." He said "Why was that?" I said "When you're in
trouble, and your life depends on the quality of your weapons, you want
the very best. So I always look at weapons first, and sometimes the
fancy ones have the best art, too, when they were royal status symbols.
Just ask Howard Carter, after he discovered King Tutankhamun's tomb.
That gold dagger is amazing." Somebody overheard us, and spoke to
Hawk's father in the Navajo language. I said , "Sir, it would be better
if you asked ME that." He looked surprised and said to me, "You
understand our language?" I said "Yes. I learned it when I knew I was
going to be visiting here." He said, "Just for the visit?" I said "Yes.
It was the polite thing to do." He said, like he didn't know what to
say, "Oh." I nodded. Then I said, "Your questions?" He said "You sound
very knowledgable. Are you a student of archeology?" I said "I'm a
student of practically everything, but I haven't concentrated on
archeology and anthropology, because I don't expect to have time for
fieldwork, so I won't be going for terminal degrees in those subjects."
He said, "Ah, a prodigy. You have other degrees?" I said "Yes. I'm
Stephen." I held out my hand and he shook it, and was surprised at how
strong I was. I grinned and said, "The Greek ideal. Intelligence AND
strength." He grinned back at me and said, "I'm Roger Hanto, the
curator of this museum." I said "It's good to meet you, Dr. Hanto.
You've written some books." He said, "Yes. How did you know?" I said,
"If you keep asking how I know things, we are going to be VERY busy.
I'll help reduce that by saying I have total recall, I can read faster
than I can turn a page, and I have four doctorates so far. And Cress
here, thinks I dive pretty well." He said "Wow!" Hawk, who had just
come up to us, said, "He hears that a lot." We laughed. I pulled Hawk
to me in a hug, and said, "Meet Hawk, my good friend and classmate, and
this is Hawk's father and mother, and his other sister, Rose." He said
"We know each other." They nodded.
Roger said, "Would you come with me? I have a new find I would like
to show you." We all went to his office. Before we went into it, I
sensed the stone. I could tell Hawk did too. We connected as a
precaution. Roger showed us a strange thing. He asked if we had any
opinions on it. I said "Found in New Mexico?" He said "Yes, last
month." I said "Are you sure you want to know what it is, and where it
really came from?" He said "I think you agree with my speculations." I
said "While more pieces might be found, there will be no more incidents
which would produce things like that. Anyway, you know it's not Native
American." He said "Yes. And I understand your caution." I said "There
is something else here which Hawk and I are very interested in. That
drawer." He looked intrigued, and opened it, and brought out a silver
armband. It was very worn, and it had one of the stone people set in
it. I said "Please tell us what you know about its history." He said
"It was found recently in a burial site in a cave formally inhabited by
the Anasazi." I said "Wrapped in cloth or leather, with something
metallic over it?" He said "I'll check." He took out some papers and
looked through them. He said in wonder, "Yes, you're right." I said
"May I handle it?" He gave it to me. I said "It's last owner was a
powerful shaman. Bonded. Died about 900 years ago. They buried it with
him, because it would accept no one else. He was reburied twice, due to
environmental problems. I thought your people didn't like the name
Anasazi, Ancient Enemy, for your own ancestors. Or grave robbers." He
said "Right on all counts, and with what we know about the object."
Suddenly, the stone flared with psychic energy, and Rose fainted. I
said in a command voice, "Wait! She's not hurt. I know what's
happening. There's no danger. Hawk, be with her. She'll wake up in a
minute. Inventory her then, and align her chakras if indicated. The
stone recognized her as it's former owner, and it shocked her third eye
psionic powers open." I said to Roger, "You will have to give this to
Rose. If you try to keep it from her, the stone will probably harm you,
or anybody else who tries to keep them apart. This is a psionic
focusing stone, which bonds with the spirit of only one person, and
through all future incarnations of that spirit. The stones do the
choosing, not the wearers. I know all this, because I've had mine for
over a thousand years." I opened my wrist band to show him my stone. I
said "I can hold this without harm, because I am bonded with one of its
kind, and it feels my love." He said "This is amazing!" I said with a
grin, "You'll get no arguments about that from us." Rose woke up, and
Hawk pushed her back down on the floor and told her to relax. He
reported to me, +Fully open. Good object sense, great emotion sense,
and active partial telepathy. IQ boosted to 162. No damage.+ I pushed
information on aligning chakras at him, in case he didn't know all of
it. He said +Thanks.+ He did the alignment. I gave her the armband, and
she put it on. I ported a crystal about the stones to me, and put it to
her forehead, and she was surprised, and then she smiled. I said "Well,
Hawk, we will have a new classmate come the fall. Welcome to the
future, Rose." We pulled her up and she hugged us, and our stones said
hello to each other, which she could feel. She said "You too, brother?"
He grinned and nodded.
I said "This is more than just amazing. It's unprecedented. I don't
think there have ever been two bonded pairs in a family at the same
time. You Navajo must be some really powerful people!" They all stood
tall with pride. Then Cress said, "I want one!" I said "We don't
choose. The stones do, and you aren't old enough for that, anyway. We
don't even try to find pairs until kids are 12. With Rose, it was an
accident. In time it might happen for you. Whatever happens, we all
love you, and will always love you forever. Alright?" She said from
inside the circle of my arms, "Alright."
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