Stephen's Secure Blog #177
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 16 in this story, in the Summer after year 6 of his special
school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #177 "Thai Museums"
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I woke up Srinoy by playing with his nuts. He opened his eyes and
gave me a big smile and a kiss, and played with mine. I said "This is
the best way to wake up in the morning." He said "For us, absolutely!"
We did that for a while. Then we put the link on high, and squirted
hard. We hugged and kissed for a while. I cleaned us up, and we put on
jocks and shorts, and went outside in the yard to exercise. We were
doing some fancy kickboxing, when his parents came out to watch. We
went in to have breakfast. Before we sat at the table, we hugged and
kissed each other. The father said, "That was quite a demonstration. Do
you always practice that hard?" I looked at Srinoy, and he said, "No,
we usually practice much harder. We don't have the regular safety
equipment here to do that." He said "Why so hard?" I said "To have the
full use of our abilities, and our mentally controlled tech, we need a
VERY disciplined mind. Or we die, and maybe kill others. One of the
ways we help achieve that is through martial arts. A disciplined body,
makes a disciplined mind, and martial arts provides other skills as
well, such as quick thinking under pressure. And something else which
surprises people. It helps with calming and meditation." He said "I
see. Would you like to go to a Muay Thai school up north when we visit
Chiang Mai?" I grinned and said, "That might be interesting." Srinoy
laughed.
I said "I should explain. Professional fighters have to believe they
will win. Ego is very important in competition. When they see me, a
farang of farangs, who is obviously better, well, things might get
really interesting." He said "Better?" I said "Please believe I would
like to be modest, but those of our school are the best in almost
everything we do. Srinoy here is the best in his age group, can beat
all of them, easily, and I am the best of all of us. And this is
without the use of Adept abilities. We are required to play fair.
However, we do have a problem. We do NOT like to hit people for real.
But we know other martial arts which we can use to toss them around a
little. One more thing. Our Chi. Sending it out fully, can cause people
to not want to hit us, even if they had decided to." Srinoy nodded and
said, "You saw people moving out of our way on the sidewalk, and some
bowed to us. They felt our Chi." His father said "We should go. It will
be good for them." I said with a grin, "Whatever you say." He said "Am
I that transparent?" I said "Nice design on that chair back." He
laughed.
I said "Is that were the Temple is, Srinoy went to?" He said "It is."
I said "If we go there, it should be after the fight school, not
before. We don't want to frighten the Monks, because they will follow
us around the city after we visit them, like they did here." He said in
surprise, "They did? I didn't notice." I said "Wouldn't you do it, if
you had just meet somebody you revered so much?" He said "Just how
much? I don't understand." I looked at Srinoy, who said, "Stephen's
aura is bigger and brighter than anybody is supposed to have, and he
has no bad things in it. He is like a God to them, second only to The
Buddha. You don't see it, but when he feels love, his aura blasts
green, the color of love. All who can see that, know who he must be. He
is holy." I hugged him, and said, "But I'm Stephen, and your brother.
That's all that's important now." He cried and hugged me. I said to
them, "Now you know why I stay in this form. Who could leave this?" His
father said, "I'm beginning to see how fortunate we all are to have
you." His wife said, "I already knew. A woman knows about love." They
hugged and kissed each other.
I said to Srinoy, "I have to do something. Art." He nodded. I ported
to me a pad and my pastel pencils. Ten minutes later, I handed them a
portrait of themselves, showing love to each other. They were
astounded. The father said, "I can actually feel love in the picture."
I said "One of my gifts, in both meanings." They thanked me a lot.
Srinoy said "It's beautiful!" I said "As a mirror to them, it has to
be. Love is beautiful. Srinoy, have you seen my fight on Tsuriss?" He
said "Oh yes! Ah! You have to show them. Then they will understand."
When they were ready, I projected Rose's recording of it, and explained
what it all meant. He said "Now I understand. You defeated them without
harming them, in such as way to impress those experts, to achieve your
goals. Well Done!" I said "Thank you. That student has become the best
of our adult students, and has gone on missions with me. Oh, and her
fur feels absolutely wonderful!" They all grinned knowingly.
I said "So, what's planned for today?" Srinoy said "Lunch!" I laughed
really hard. Then I explained why, and they laughed, too. I said "May I
tell Cress?" They agreed, and I did, and told them she laughed. I said
"She didn't tell me, but she likes Srinoy." I poked him, and he
giggled. His mother said "We know you like gems and jewelry, and
museums, so we thought we would go look at some today." We did. In one
of the museums, there was an old Senior Monk talking to a curator. He
noticed me right away, and excused himself, and came over to us and
said, "You must be Stephen!" I said "Since you say I must, then it must
be true." He laughed, and we introduced each other. I said to the
family, "I knew him when he was a student and visited the Temple in DC,
in my last incarnation." He said "I had heard you remembered that, and
was happy for you." I said "I'm a little younger now." He laughed, and
said, "And you look like Chad. I'm sure he's pleased with that." I said
"He is, and even more pleased I can sing." He said "I'm very happy for
him. Will you come visit my Temple?" I said "Well, if I knew which one
it is." He told us. I said "And you're the Abbot. Congratulations." He
grinned and said, "Thank you. Well, I have to get back to work. Please
excuse me. It was great meeting all of you. Please come to my Temple."
I said "We might. Depends on time available. Nice seeing you again."
We left, and Srinoy said, "I got the surprise this time. I suppose
you know a lot of people, with your extra lives." I said "Yes. Some are
still alive. They sure do look different!" He laughed. At another
museum, I looked ahead and saw they had a nice big star ruby on
display. When we got to that exhibit, a man was just arriving there. I
said to Srinoy, "Have you seen the star ruby box in the Smithsonian?
Much bigger." He knew I was up to something, but played along. He said
"Sure. I saw the whole exhibit. Beautiful, with that carving all around
it, and the gems on the box." The man next to us said, "Pardon me, but
I couldn't help hearing your comments. I have seen that exhibit, too,
and admit to being envious. I would very much like to have something
like that in my museum. I am the director here." I said "Well, if you
could have such a stone, how would you like to see it mounted?" He said
"I don't know. Whatever the artist, known only as Stephen, would make."
I said "Surely you could have some ideas." The parents knew then, and
were excited, and tried not to show it. The director said, "Something
of this country. On a shield, with crossed Thai swords behind it." I
said "Wow! I like that a lot. Alright, when do you want it?" His mouth
dropped open in astonished surprise. I turned to the parents with a
grin, and said, "See? Now you know what you look like when you do
that." They laughed and hugged me. Srinoy said to the paralyzed
director, "This is Stephen, and he is the one who made and gave a lot
of those things to the Smithsonian."
start now." He stared at me for a second, and laughed. He said "What a
sense of humor! You really will give us something of your work?" I said
sapphires in the background. Sword handles of imperial jade, with gold
"Something like that?" He said "That sounds excellent! What size would
it be?" I said "Do you want a miniature display, or full size swords?"
He said "Can you do full size?" I said "Sure. Anything. Big stone, but
not big enough to fill the space on the shield. I'll make the heroes as
sculptures. So, plan for the whole thing to be a little less than a
meter in diameter. Is that alright? But where would you put it?" He
said "That is more than alright, and I'll find a place for it. You can
be sure of that!" I said "Fine. Give me a month, and I'll deliver it.
Donation only if it will be on permanent exhibit, the same terms as I
gave the Smithsonian, and they have NOTHING like you will have." Srinoy
said "Not in the entire galaxy!" The director looked at him strangely.
I said to Srinoy, "But you haven't been to the entire galaxy, so you
can't know that." He said "True. But when we do, I will be proved
right." I said "I have to admit, you probably will. Might take a while.
It's a big galaxy." He said "Right. So we better get to work on that."
I said "After my vacation, alright?" He said brightly, "Sure."
The director was looking at us all strangely. I grinned at him, and
he smiled tentatively back. I said "You can call Sharon, the director
of the Smithsonian, to verify who I am. But please don't tell her what
I'm doing for you. I don't want to start a war here. But, knowing me,
goodbyes, and left. Srinoy said, "Stephen, I'm sorry about the galaxy
comment." I said "You recovered well. I'm not sorry at all about
causing such interesting speculation on his part. I love opening minds
to the universe of possibilities. And there is this. I took Sharon on a
trip to the museums of other planets where I have my things on display,
with those other curators and directors. So, if that happens with this
director, the preparation for that has already started." He said "Wow!"
I said "I hear that a lot." He laughed. His father said, "Stephen, I
suspect something." I said "And you're right. It was no coincidence he
was there. I sent a gentle thought on ahead that he would find somebody
or something interesting at the gems display. He was very open to that
thought, and responded to it, so it wasn't unfair manipulation, because
he would have REALLY wanted to meet us there if he knew." He said "Yes,
it was ethical. You are very careful about these things." I said "I
have to be, not only for myself, but for all the others I am an example
for." He said "Good." We hugged.
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