Stephen's Secure Blog #35
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 #35 "Navajo"
START Page
We drove to the Navajo Festival. Before we got out of the car when we
parked, I ported some of my art supplies to me. Cress insisted on
carrying some for me. I thanked her. Some ceremonial dancing had
already started. We found a place in the front, to sit and watch, so I
had a clear view of the action. I opened my pad up and fixed it into
position with 4th hands so it wouldn't move. I fanned my choice of
colors in my left hand, and held one of the pencils at a time to draw
in my right, with a smudge tool sticking out between the fingers of my
grip. That way I could work fast, and I did, VERY fast. I did one
pastel painting in about three minutes, when I felt the urge to do one.
My very thick pad had different color papers, which I chose depending
on the background I wanted. I signed them with my name and date. When I
finished each one, I sealed the surface so the chalk wouldn't smear or
come off. Usually people use a spray. I just used my psionic abilities
to plasticize the surface. Easier, and didn't make a stink like the
spray would.
I wasn't paying much attention to anything but my art, when Hawk said
in contact, +People behind us are VERY interested in what you're
doing.+ I said +I'll bet! Let me know if it becomes too much of a
problem, and I'll stop+ He said +No I won't.+ I sent him a raspberry
sound. He laughed. After a while, he said, +CHARMED pictures?+ I said
+Similar, yes, but completely restricted. I want to see who notices.+
He said +Oh! I see. Good idea. Bound to be a lot here. I'll tell Rose
to ignore the glow.+ After some more time, I noticed somebody coming
toward me with a purpose. I said to Hawk, +Somebody coming. Please
intercept and hold till I'm done.+ He acknowledged, and did that. I
finished the drawing and looked up. The new person said to me, "You are
causing a disturbance. Please stop." I said with a smile, "Is it really
I, who is causing a disturbance, or is it the people who are watching
me?" He said, "I see what you mean, but it's better to stop one, than
many." I nodded and gave my pad to Hawk to give to him. Hawk said
gently, "Do you really want THIS to stop?" He said in surprise, "Ah!
No. Please come with me, and we'll find a better place for you to
continue." We all went to a raised wooden platform where the manager of
the festival was. They brought more chairs, but I sat cross legged on
the platform and ignored most of everything else but my work.
Then something changed, and I was drawing things, scenes and people,
which weren't on the field, and adding some extra psychic things to
them. I could feel people moving and doing things around me, but I
ignored them. When I used all the paper in the pad, I ported another
pad to me beneath it, so people wouldn't notice. The last one I did was
on black paper, of people around a campfire. That one really glowed.
Then I looked around and noticed it was getting dark. I had been
drawing all day without a break! Hawk was there to take the pad from
me. I said "I think I missed lunch. Sorry." I stood up and said, "Oh,
I'm a little stiff." Hawk looked down on me, and I said, "Not that.
Can't you think of anything else?" We laughed together, and the adults
smiled. Then he said, "Stephen, I don't know how to tell you this, but
your drawings are a little unusual." I said "In what way?" He said "Two
ways. One is you drew some things from the past that some old people
here recognized. The other thing is, if you look at them for a while,
they move, like the action is real, and that works for ANYBODY." I said
"Oh. I didn't know I could do that." He said "Well, you sure aren't the
only one who didn't know that!" I had to laugh, and he grinned. Then I
said, "Now we have to decide what to do about it." Through his sudden
tears, he said, "You can't destroy these! They mean too much to ALL of
us!" I said "That's the point." Then he hugged me and really cried.
Then the manager came and said to us, "Please come with me. There is
somebody who desires your presence." We went inside a building, and
into a room. There was a very old man sitting on a rug on the floor.
The manager asked us to sit on the floor in front of him, and then made
us change our positions, so Hawk, Rose, and I were in front of the rest
of the family. We were introduced. The old man's aura showed he was an
Adept of the Shaman kind. He said some words to us, and the Manager
translated them into English. I said to the old man in Navajo, "Man of
Great Power, please wait while I give Rose more of this language." He
nodded. I reached across to Rose and put my hand on her forehead and,
said telepathically, +I'm going to give you the full language. It will
take a second, and might give you a little headache. Do you agree to
this?+ She said +Yes, Stephen, I agree.+ I did it, and she looked very
surprised. I nodded to the Shaman to continue. He said to Hawk, "I know
of your distress. You are a good man who cares deeply for your people."
He said to Rose, "You have returned. It has been a very very long time.
You will benefit not just us, but all humanity, when you come into your
full power." He said to me, "You, man-child of power, are one of us,
and of many, in spirit, if not in body. I, and my people, are honored
by your presence. May I see your art?" I gave him the pads. He looked
at the drawings. He said "You would destroy these?" I said "Our work,
and ultimately, humanity, would be damaged by the publicity those could
bring to us. I regret that my artistic nature overcame my necessary
caution." He said "I accept your judgement. If we keep them only for
anything about them to outsiders, would you allow us to be trusted with
their secure custody?" I said "Yes, I would be honored to do that.
Please keep them."
The Shaman said, "Even if you had decided to destroy them, we would
still acknowledge who you are, with this. We proclaim you to be of the
low and dripped my tears all over. Rose and Hawk hugged me. Then I
couldn't help doing something. I sent my feelings of humility and love
all over the festival grounds, in big waves. The Shaman bent low to me,
and had tears on his cheeks, too. The manager motioned us to leave, and
that's what we did. While we were walking to the car, I said "I missed
looking at the other art." Hawk grinned and said, "You missed a lot of
things." His father said, "We can come back tomorrow." I said "That
would be nice, if they don't make a fuss."
We did go back the next day, and they did make a fuss. It wasn't
really bad, just embarrassing. I said, while we were eating lunch
there, "I should have two lunches today, Cress, to make up for the one
I missed yesterday." She had an idea, and said, "Just chew twice as
long. That should take care of it." I laughed and said, "Good one!" She
grinned really big when I was hugging her. Then Rose said, "Only if he
chews to." So I hugged her, too, and said the same thing. Hawk grinned
for his sisters, and their parents smiled their love to us.
I asked to see the manager again, and asked him, "Do you think the
Shaman would agree for me draw a special picture of him for you and
your people?" He bent down and put his hand on my shoulder, and said
"OUR People, Atsah-Ho-Ya. I think he would, and I, and many other
people would be very grateful for you to do it." I said "Then I'll do
it. I have total recall, so I don't have to do it with him. I don't
want any more public disruptions or embarrassments, so I won't do it
here. The RedClouds will see you get it after my visit with them ends."
He said "Thank you. That will be something to look forward to!"
END Page
--
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Grant
|
|