Stephen's Secure Blog #103
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 after
2018, 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 14 in this story, in the Summer, after the end of year 4 of
his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #103 "Navajo Passing"
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Hawk and Rose contacted me. Their father had contacted them, and
asked that they contact me. It was time. I dressed in my best clothes,
and ported to their home in Arizona. They were in their best clothes,
too. Hawk ported us three to a place just outside of where the Shaman
was waiting for us. It was a big wooden structure which looked like a
big A-Frame tent. We were met, and led inside. There were people
chanting quietly in the Navajo language. Old people. In the middle was
the Old Shaman, propped up on an antique rug. His apprentice, also old,
was attending him. Hawk was led to him, and knelt in front of him, and
accepted his hand, and said who he was. Then he backed away, and Rose
was led to him. Then it was my turn.
I knelt in front of him, and took his hand, because his eyes no
longer saw what his spirit could still see. He could barely whisper,
and said, "Astah-Ho-Ya." I said "I am here, as you have named me
forever." He could hear, and that made him smile. He said "Tell me of
the afterlife." I said "It is different for different people. But for
YOU, it will be as you will it." He smiled again, and said, "Then I had
better be careful what I will." I let him feel my humor, and said, "The
strong true will of a lifetime is not easily replaced by the fleeting
will of speculation." He smiled and said "Thank you for your wisdom. We
will meet again." I said "Yes we WILL meet again, and in a strange
place, and it will be good. VERY good." He whispered very faintly,
His Shaman understudy, and his own understudy, and Rose, Hawk, and I,
joined minds in love and respect, and gave that to the Shaman all
afternoon. And all night. Without end, without moving. Came the
morning, and the rising sun carried his spirit to the other realm. And
we drank liquids to his honor, and to sustain us, and we used the
bathroom.
His body was prepared, and then carried to its final resting place.
We were there. We chanted prayers. We danced to his honor. We
meditated. We did all those things many times. Then it was over. We
were given food and drink. We still were all one, in love and
community. Then I did what I knew was wanted of me. They brought to me
the kind of art supplies they knew I used, and I painted records of
what had transpired. Active paintings like before. Then portraits of
the new head Shaman of the Navajo, who was then given honors.
Before we left, I took all the available energy in the surrounding
area, which was a gigantic amount, from all the praying, into me, which
made me glow like a million fireflies. I had to be careful, because
that almost sent me to the other realm before I wanted to go. Then I
broadcast my love, and what it was to be a Navajo, to all who were
there, but I didn't stop spreading it until the entire territory of the
Navajo nation was covered, and then some. I was so much more, and then
I was just me, with tears on my cheeks, and Rose and Hawk saying "Wow!"
I said "I hear that a lot." They laughed, but weakly.
Back with the rest of her family, Rose said to me, "Your aura is even
bigger and brighter now, than it ever was." I said "I expected that.
What I did, almost pushed me into joining him too early for my wishes.
I'll have to be careful not to add to er, me much more, or I won't be
able to stay here. Oh yes, we know why I need to stay. Here's to the
well.
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Grant
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