Stephen's Secure Blog #109
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 Fall, after the start of year 5 of
his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #109 "Question of Eli."
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All our qualified Earth students are now Posintan and GC citizens.
The Posintan museum director visited, and was very impressed, and
arranged with Zander to purchase some things. The man I recruited with
a projection, Eli, was doing well, under Pete's special tutoring. Then
Pete said I should meet with him. I did, in my main Enterprise office.
We shook hands, and both grinned that it worked, and sat in the
informal area. I said "You asked to see me?" He said "Yes sir." I said
"We don't need formality and titles among us. We feel the truth of
emotions, which words can't truly express." He said "I keep forgetting
that. Old habits are hard to break. I told Pete I was having trouble
reconciling my Christian faith with what we can do, and what we do and
don't do. He explained it well, and I agree with most of it. He said I
should see you for something extra."
I said "This is going to be a little difficult. You are the first
person with us who has been raised as a Christian Fundamentalist.
Mostly because we don't notice children who are home schooled, and we
usually invite them when they are ten years old. How do you feel about
people who are gay?" He said "I was raised to believe they were sinners
who are hated by God and all who believe in God. Anybody who actually
studies the Bible should know that Jesus was totally against hate. This
irreconcilable difference shows that their beliefs are man created, and
wrong." I said "Fine reasoning, but that doesn't express how you FEEL."
He grinned and said, "They don't call you the Master Teacher for
nothing. I have found, since I can now experience how they feel, that
it is as God made them, and that all love is good, including as
expressed in different sexualities." I said "Sufficient for now. I
chose that particular subject to start, because that is one of the er,
noisiest coming from those of your background, and because it's part of
the only personal encounter we have had with them." I told him about
Dan. He was shocked, and a little surprised by my tears. I said, "He is
dying of Alzheimer's now."
He said "I'm very sorry for that, but there is a discrepancy of dates
here." I said "Tomba didn't tell you about me?" He said "I assumed it
was just part of his religion. It's TRUE?" I said "I didn't believe,
either. Then I had to, because it IS true. Not only do I have full
total recall of many of my past lives, I deliberately chose to
reincarnate into my own great grandson. We knew such a thing was
possible, because one group of aliens actually does that, with the help
of their machines. So, will you reincarnate? My research indicates that
what happens after the death of the body is, at least in part,
influenced by a person's strong beliefs. The more you learn of the real
science of the mind/spirit, the more you will see of this concept.
There is this. Some of my past lives have been verified by official
records, and by people who knew me in my last incarnation as the
founder of all this. Some of those records were of the Catholic Church.
Would you like to know if I was ever a member of the Church in a past
life?" He smiled in amazement, and said, "You were, or you wouldn't ask
that." I said "One time I told a dead Saint to stop creating miracles."
He's eyes almost popped out of his head. I said "Careful there, or your
eyes might have to be put back in your head, after they pop out. The
important thing is, WHY did I do that then?" He calmed down and thought
hard.
When the time was right, I said softly, "You don't get something for
nothing. Everything has consequences. When you help others, you have to
remember that, and not cause more harm by that help, which is so easy
to do, it's frightening. Those miracles, while very few in number, were
interfering so much with the Order, it was destroying it, thereby not
allowing us to help a great many more people. Do you understand this,
and the current relevance?" He cried. After a minute I said, "I see you
do." I sat next to him and hugged him with love. He said "I've lost all
doubt now. I feel your love, and the pain in it. You really were him?"
I said "Yes. Those miracles weren't caused by a dead Saint. They
stopped at my request, because I was causing them myself,
unconsciously. I was an Adept then, but hid that from my awareness, for
fear of being involved in witchcraft. One gift I really valued though,
was communication with animals. That's why I rarely go outside now. I'm
much stronger than I was back then, and the animals come to be with me,
without me asking. It's embarrassing." He smiled through his tears and
said, "I would imagine so. Unfortunately, I can't help imagining more,
such as you being covered with pigeon droppings." I grinned and said,
"The evidence is conclusive. Humor helps!"
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