Xref: news.nzbot.com alt.fan.prettyboy:18353
Path: news.nzbot.com!spool1.sonic-news.com!pull-news.sonic-news.com!news-in-01.newsfeed.easynews.com!easynews.com!easynews!news.glorb.com!border3.nntp.dca.giganews.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!border4.nntp.dca.giganews.com!border2.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!novia!novia!sequencer.newscene.com!not-for-mail
From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
Newsgroups: alt.fan.prettyboy
Subject: +*+*+*+ Stephen's Secure Blog #152 "Navajo Sculpture" +*+*+*+
Date: 22 Mar 2013 18:04:01 -0500
Organization: .
Lines: 252
Message-ID: <514ce315$0$71760$bb4e3ad8@newscene.com>
Reply-To: +Grant.
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1
Content-transfer-encoding: 8bit
X-No-Archive: yes
X-Received-Bytes: 16193
Stephen's Secure Blog #152
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 15 in this story, in late Summer, after the end of year 5 of
his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #152 "Navajo Sculpture"
START Page
I was with Rose and Hawk, and a lot of other school kids at the
RedCloud ranch, when we were all invited to go to the Navajo festival.
Some kids had not gone to one before, and we told them they shouldn't
miss it. It was set up so we could be in a section all to ourselves.
The organizers knew something about us and the school, and were very
glad to have our group there. We were always well behaved, and showed
how much we appreciated learning about the culture. The Navajo
performers loved us, because they knew we loved them. They loved my
paintings of them, too. Our kids were very protective of me when I was
creating my art there, and they took turns carrying my art supplies for
me. I did some of my usual pastel paintings, and then I did something
different. Instead of pastel, I painted with little colored chips of
gem crystals, similar to what was developed in Italy for jewelry, on a
sturdy wooden board. They would have taken a very long to time to do it
the usual way of gluing each almost microscopic piece to the backing,
one at a time. Instead, I did it with mental programs and 4th controls.
Only our kids were in a position to see me do it, and they wouldn't
tell. The finished micro-mosaic paintings were heavy, so an adult had
to bring them to the festival manager. When he saw the first one, his
eyes almost popped out of his head. Mr. RedCloud asked him if he wanted
more, and was told very emphatically that he did. So, I made more.
I spoke with the manager after the shows were over for the day, and
he said, "Your mosaics are amazing! I don't know how you can do them so
fast, but I know better than to ask." I said "Thank you. I just thought
to do them today. I'm glad they worked out alright. For tomorrow, how
about some sculptures in real time? I've invented a kind of hard
modeling ceramic plastic like dentists use, in different colors. Hard
to work with, which I like, because it keeps its shape, and it will
permanently harden when I want it to. I'll use metal for spears and
other accessories." He said "I can't say no to anything you do. I don't
want to, but if I did, I probably wouldn't survive what the Council
would do to me." I said "Well, we won't give them any ideas about
that." He laughed. I said "The school kids will keep what I do private.
We wouldn't want to cause a disturbance. But, there is something else I
could do. You know I do these kinds of things, but not the special
ones, for the museum. I could do some simpler ones you could sell here,
if you wanted to. And no, I don't need payment for that. I don't need
money, and I would NEVER ask that of The People." He said "I would like
that a lot, but I would have ask the Council. But, you don't need
money?" I said "The school we attend? I own most of the multibillion
dollar multinational corporation which owns it. I'm also its President.
I just thought of something else. We own mines. There are artists in
metals and turquoise, here. I can give them all the supplies they could
ever need, at our cost. Do you have a charity here in need of funds?
Right. We will set up a donation schedule. WHY didn't I think of this
before! STUPID of me!" I cried.
Rose and Hawk hugged me. Mr. RedCloud and the manager were astounded.
Hawk's father said to the manager, "I knew about his wealth, but it
just didn't seem real to me, because he doesn't care about money. He
lives very simply. I should have thought of this, too." Hawk said "I
was just as bad. Stupid of me, too." Rose said, "I'M not going to say I
was stupid." I laughed, and hugged her. I said to her father, "I'll
tell Pete. You work with the Council to write up what you need, and how
it will be managed. Then tell Pete, if I'm not available then. We're
going to DO this!" I told Pete and Lance, on the way back to the house.
They agreed to my requests.
That night, after all the boys who were camped out in Hawk's very
crowded bedroom had all squirted, in the link with the girls in Rose's
bedroom, and were sleeping, I received a call on my house phone on
Zichesshich. Caller ID said it was from a GC office, so I answered it
with what sounded like a voicemail announcement, with "This is Stephen.
I am presently traveling offplanet. I don't know when I will be back.
Please leave a message, so I can return the call when I am able." The
message I received, was, "This is for Stephen. The Galactic Council
would like you to appear before them, so they can ask you some
questions. Please contact us when you return, so that your appearance
can be scheduled." Then I went back to sleep.
Back at the festival the next day, I did the sculptures I said I
would. The school kids surrounded me, so the public couldn't see. I had
just a little area to see through. The dancers were too far away from
me for them to see anything useful, and they were too busy to look. I
worked in speed time, so fast, my arms would have been just a blur to
regular people. But some of the kids almost popped their eyes out at
that. It took about 6 or 7 minutes for each sculpture of a single
person. I made the whole group, so they could be posed together. They
had recognizable faces. They were all in the natural colors of the
people and the costumes, which I had mixed for the specific sculptures
ahead of time, about 25cm tall. Even the colors of the feathers were
true to life. Then I did things out of the past, such as real warriors
in combat, and on horseback. I finished the last one, and then let
myself relax.
I woke up with Hawk and Rose bending over me, with their hands on my
chest, feeding me energy. I said "That's enough. Thanks. I think I
miscalculated a little, and overdid it, slightly." Hawk said, after
lifting his hands off me, "Sure. Slightly. Right." I said "Naturally.
I'm still here. Hmm, which happens to be on the ground." They helped me
up. The manager was there, looking very worried. I said to him, "Er,
hi. I've got some things for you." The kids made way for him, and he
saw the sculptures. His mouth dropped open, and his eyes looked ready
to jump out at the sculptures. Rose said to me, "I think he might like
them." I said "Possibly, but he sure does look odd, with that
expression." He couldn't help hearing that, and closed his mouth into a
smile. He said in awe, "I've never seen anything like them." I said "I
should hope so! I just made them. And the material is new." He looked
at me and exclaimed, "But your hands!" I looked at them myself, and saw
they were all bloody and raw. I said "Oh, that's nothing. They'll heal
fast. Nothing good comes without sacrifice." He actually dripped tears.
I took off my shirt and wiped my hands, and then showed them to him.
They looked much better. I said "See? Already healing." Rose said,
"Your muscles are bigger than usual." I said "Well, making those was
quite a workout. They'll get back to normal in a minute or two." She
said, hurriedly, "I wasn't complaining!" The kids laughed at that. They
laughed some more when I made my pects jump, alternating. Then I made
other muscles jump, and some said "Wow!" Rose looked very admiringly at
my chest, stomach, and arms, and so did a lot of the other kids from
the school. Hawk laughed.
The manager went away while we were cleaning up my left over art
supplies, and came back with help to take away the sculptures. I said
to him in Navajo, "Please ask the Council if they would permit me to
offer copies of some of them to the museum. I think the whole world and
beyond, should see and know of the beauty of The People!" The whole
RedCloud family had some wet eyes at that, and so did the manager. He
said he would. My hands were all healed by the time we got back to the
house. Hawk's father drove the big bus sized van the school gave him,
which also pays for the biodiesel and maintenance. We were quiet on the
way, but I was talking in a contact with Ichi. I said +Any progress on
wife hunting?+ He said, +Nothing that I would categorize as progress.+
I said +I know there is a large age difference, but if you haven't
found any by the time she's ready, what do you think of Cress? She
likes you a lot.+ He said +I have considered her that way.+ I said +For
her family, if she didn't marry a Navajo, you would be their next
choice, not that they've actually said that, but you know what I mean.+
He said +I do. Oops, not yet!+ I laughed with him.
After supper, I had a conference with Rose and Hawk. I said "Have
either of you been working with Cress?" They knew what I meant. Rose
said "With contact, and invasion training, yes. She's gained some in
IQ, but is still only a quarter psionic. Our parents are half." I said
"Any alignments?" Hawk said, "No. We were afraid to do that to somebody
who didn't show potential." I said "I'll take that responsibility. Do
we have to ask her parents?" Hawk said, "We should, but I wish we
wouldn't." I said "When you can get her away from everybody, without
suspicion, tell me, and I'll do it." They did, early in the morning. I
was alone with her in the barn. I told her about the alignment and what
it could do, and she begged me to do it. I said "But you have to be
prepared for disappointment, that nothing might change. It can be like
that for some people for a lot of times, and then sometimes it does
something good. Ready?" She nodded, and I did it. When I got to her
third eye, I tried something different. More than just alignment, I
pushed some stimulating energy into the chakra. It opened up to half.
Then I did the alignment again the same way, with the stimulation. It
was something I had learned from the crown. It went three quarters,
with sure potential to fully open. I said to her, "How do you feel?"
She said "Very strange. I can feel how you feel. Oh! You don't have any
hair down there!" I grinned and said, "Because I decided not to have
any extra hair, so no shaving for me! You have those abilities now, and
more. You're smarter now, too. WAIT! What I did to you, I shouldn't
have done without your parents' approval. I didn't ask, because I
didn't know if it would work on somebody so young, who didn't show any
sign of higher potential of psionic ability. I didn't want to give them
false hope. So, let's not tell them, and just wait for them to notice.
Rose and Hawk know, and are VERY happy for you." We went back into the
house, and the other people were just getting up.
Nobody who didn't already know, noticed anything different, until
Cress reached for the syrup her father was just going to give her
without asking if she wanted any. He looked at her strangely, and she
grinned her face practically in half. He put the syrup down very
carefully, and glanced at me. I winked. He grinned really wide, and
hugged Cress almost in half. She didn't complain. I looked a question
at her father, and he nodded. I announced, "Cress will be coming to our
school this fall. Everybody, please give our new classmate a cheer of a
welcome!" They did, very enthusiastically. Her parents dripped some
tears in happiness. Later that morning, I had a meeting with her
parents. I said "With the talents both of you have, and the greater
talents of Rose and Hawk, I expected Cress to be at least like you, and
probably like her siblings. But she wasn't. So, I asked her if I could
check her out. I did, and something I can't describe was a little off.
I fixed it, and she is now three quarters fully psionic, with almost
certain potential to go all the way. I know I should have asked you for
permission first, but I didn't want to raise your hopes, and risk
hurting you with failure. She was in absolutely no danger. I hope I
didn't harm our relationship by acting this way." He said "Right. You
should have asked, but you did have a good reason for not doing that.
Such amazingly good results would force forgiveness of much worse." We
all hugged and kissed.
I said "Would you like to know where Rose and Hawk place in ability
among us?" Her father grinned. I said "I know. Stupid question. Among
humans, I am first. Ichi is second. Rose and Hawk are different in
skill sets and levels in them, but are presently equal in third. But
Rose is still developing. She might surpass Ichi someday. I don't
suppose you are too upset by that." He laughed, while his wife was
still amazed. Then he said, "She's in love with you." I said "So are
most of the boys and girls of our group, including Hawk." He said "What
about you?" I said "I'm straight, but that won't change anything. With
me, love is all, and plays no favorites. But I will marry. My children
will be legal." I grinned really wide, "And to whom do you think that
will be?" They looked very pleased. I said "I don't expect to be given
a choice." They laughed. I said very seriously, "I mean it when I say I
love equally. Yes, I love Rose as a husband should, and much more. But
I feel the same for all of us. I know that's hard to understand, but
it's true. But, she's of The People. That is the deciding factor for
us. We want our children, of two very powerful Adepts, probably the
first time in history, to be of The People. We had no real discussion,
because the reality of that is self evident." They really cried, and
hugged and kissed me some more. I said "Actually, we act so much like a
married couple already, that offplanet, where they don't know our ages,
we are assumed to be married, which doesn't displease Rose in the
least." They laughed. I said "And no, we have not gone all the way. In
fact, for me, she will be my first in this life, and I will wait until
she is ready, which she knows, naturally." He said "Wow! I didn't
expect that, with how hot for action you all are." I said "It's a
matter of respect and wisdom. To both of us that day will be VERY
special, because first is only once. I don't know when it will happen,
but I hope we aren't so loud the whole galaxy knows our business." They
laughed! I said "May I have your permission to give Hawk and Rose my
memory of this meeting? I haven't had any personal secrets from them so
far." They looked at each other, and said yes together. We we went out
to be with the rest of the house, hugging in love.
END Page
--
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Grant
|
|