Stephen's Secure Blog #195
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 #195 "Mongolia, the Ulaanbaatar Hotel"
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After conferring with Tomba, I built a Buddhist Temple on our island
off the Belize coast, and some big, fully technologically equipped
apartments, in the back. One of them was mine. Then we changed some of
my official passports to show the new address, and my new picture, and
religion and title. I am the Abbot, which Tomba officially supports,
and Lance, Chad, and Srinoy, are officially members, if anybody asks.
They have visited it, to make that really official. The shrine in the
entrance is open to all, but not the rest of theTemple, unless one of
its members is present. Because a watch is kept on it, that isn't a
problem. Well, access to the island is restricted, so we didn't expect
unusual visitors, anyway. Chad said, "You're really a Buddhist now. It
means a lot to me." He was dripping tears. I said "I know. Really. Do
you know I cried for you in Arizona when I was twelve, when I found out
I could sing?" He said '"No, I didn't know that." He hugged a lot for a
while. Then we sang together.
Tomba had contacted Monks and Abbots all around the world he knew
personally, and who already knew something about me, about my current
status and goals. I could use them as references in case anybody
doubted I was an Abbot. Most who have a religion in Mongolia, are
Buddhists. Most of their Temples had been destroyed under Communist
rule, and are very slowly being rebuilt. Tomba didn't know anybody in
Mongolia, but some Monks he knew, did, and told them about me. Through
various means, I was entered in some festival contests. Srinoy and I
stayed overnight in Japan, with Ichi and his parents, before we took a
JAL flight to Ulaanbaatar, the Capital of Mongolia. We used our UN
passports, and had no problems with visas.
We had a room already reserved for three months in the Ulaanbaatar
Hotel. What they called a Superior Room. When we checked in, we had to
explain we would purchase what we needed in the city, because all we
had with us was my bow case and a small case with our robes. The staff
were surprised we knew their language, and very surprised when we
addressed some individuals in their own dialects. And simply astounded
when the Monk who had been waiting for us, bowed very low to us, and
called me Master Teacher. We hid our amusement, but Srinoy had a hard
time holding in his laughter. We went up to the room, and the Monk
said, "Such luxury! Wasteful." I said "Yes. We can sleep anywhere, on
practically anything. But, we didn't know if we needed a place for
private meetings. We might never need it, but there is a good side to
this. We are preventing some of the idle rich from wasting their lives
in this room." The Monk grinned, and Srinoy almost strangled. I poked
him, and he giggled. The Monk said to me, "Your reputation is well
earned." I said to him, "I don't desire to have any kind of reputation,
but wagging tongues do create interesting topics for conversation. I do
have a little problem with that, though. Different people think of me
in different ways. I hardly ever know which reputation I should
support. Well, I don't want to disappoint anybody." Srinoy jumped in
with, "Just be yourself. That's too much for anybody to fully
understand, so they will pick and choose what they want of you, and be
happy with that." The Monk said, "That is very wise. I agree. We both
know he was creating a lesson for us."
I said "Exposed again! It's like I'm naked all the time!" Srinoy
said, "But you like naked." I said to the Monk. "It's no use arguing
with him. Too smart, and who could resist his charm?" The Monk nodded,
not quite hiding his smile. I said to him, "Would you like to see my
bow?" He said "Yes, Master Teacher." I said "Hmm, does my reputation
include my dislike of tittles, and that except in ceremonial
situations, I prefer to treat all people as equals?" He said "Yes,
Master Teacher." I groaned, and Srinoy laughed. I said plaintively,
"Doesn't anybody care about what I want?" No answer. I shook my head
and opened the case, and strung the bow. He examined it, and said in
surprise, "This is real! Please, where did you get it?" Then he noticed
Srinoy's face splitting grin. I poked him, and he giggled. I said "I
didn't get it. I made it. From authentic Mongolian materials. Just like
I made them almost a thousand years ago." The Monk looked at me in awe
and reference, and said, "Do you remember your past lives?" I said
"Yes, going back 74,000 years. And no, I was not the Great King." He
said "But did you know him?" I said "Many people claim to know famous
people of the past. I do not wish to be classified with those people
who need to live their fantasies, to the detriment of er, honesty. I
have been some famous people in history, but not often. I have known
famous people. All this shows me that what is known about them now, is
not how they really were when they were alive. For example, I have been
three Christian Saints. The first two were horrible people. In saying
who I was, and who I knew, to people, I cause them to ask about those
lives. I am unable to lie. Do you see the problem?" He said "I do, like
I have not before. I also know that if you had not known him, you would
have said that." I said through tears, "All lives end in death. In that
one, I was killed by my best friend. Would you have me relive that?"
He said "I have learned more. Knowing past lives may be much more a
burden than a blessing." Srinoy said "Did Tomba or your Abbot say why
Stephen will not go back to the Temple in Chiang Mai Thailand?" He said
"They did not." Srinoy said "They honored him in a ceremony. Stephen
reacted, as he always does, which, being who he is, he must, by sharing
his love. That time it went all over the world. I know you felt it." He
said in awe, "I did, but did not know the source." Srinoy said "That
effort changed him. He did not look like this before. That almost
forced him out of this life before he wanted to go. Those beyond want
him, and have been wanting him for a long time. They pushed him back,
in exchange for a task he must perform. The Abbot knew we almost lost
Stephen. Later, Stephen informed them that he did not want a ceremony
when he gave them the golden gem Buddha, because that might send him
over. Instead, the Abbot ignored his wish, and invited Abbots from all
over Thailand to the ceremony he had planed. We found out as they were
about to enter the room where we had put the statue. Stephen did not
permit the others to enter, and told the Abbot some very strong things,
and said he would not come back to the Temple." I said "In the previous
ceremony, he had named me Master of Abbots, because none would deny me
anything. Then he did, with something important, for vanity. He wanted
to look important in front of the other Abbots, at my expense. I could
not allow that. Being who I am, I cannot choose which consequence to
enforce or not enforce, no matter how it hurts me. They had me as a
friend and member of the Temple. A teacher, too. Now they have nothing
of me but my gift of the Buddha I had promised them. And less prestige
than they had before."
Srinoy stood as tall as he could, close to the Monk, and said with
force, "Do you see the lesson in that?" The Monk looked in surprise at
him, and slowly said, "I think I do." Srinoy said, "Just so we are
clear about this, I will say it. Stephen always has reasons for what he
does. GOOD reasons, better than that of any other, even if he doesn't
share them completely. To go against them is therefore bad. People, and
Temples, will have Stephen on his own terms, or not at all. IS THAT
UNDERSTOOD?" I said "Isn't that a little strong, Senior Monk Srinoy?"
He said to me, "In this, my message will be as strong as it needs to
be." I bowed to him. The Monk bowed to us and said, "I understand and
accept." Srinoy said, "I'm not finished yet. What Stephen felt he had
to say to you, hurt him. Now that you know, you can help that not to
happen again while he is here. You owe him. Things must balance." He
bowed again, and said, "You are wise, and correct. I will obey."
I said "Back to other things. I see you haven't drawn the bow. Would
you like to?" The Monk was surprised at the change of personality, but
said, "I would." He did, and said, "It is strong, but I feel the flow
if it, unlike any other bow." I said "Because it was made like at the
time the technology for that, and the art of it, was at its highest. I
was a very good bowmaker then, even if I have to say it myself." He
said with a smile, "I will be glad to say it for you, because it is
true." I said "I made another at the same time. I let a friend practice
with it for a competition. They bonded, so I had to let him keep her.
They won, naturally. He said it was like she was doing it all herself,
and he was just the holder of her." Srinoy said "Wow! Who?" I said
"Mgambe, on Posintan. I think he sleeps with her, when he's not with
somebody else." Srinoy said "Ha! I had to ask him. He said he does, and
said you talk to much." I said "Well, we already know that." He
laughed, and we hugged.
The Monk said, "You talked to him, now?" Srinoy said "Yes. We can
talk to anybody we want to, instantly. He was asleep, but the part of
his mind which was monitoring communications, answered me." The Monk
was going to ask more questions, so I said, "Yes, we are a little
beyond most people. You will learn some interesting things about us, if
we maintain our association. But we won't tell you how we do things, so
it would be best if you didn't ask that. We also request that you don't
share that knowledge." He bowed and said, "May I be permitted to ask
one question?" I said "I know what it is. Those with the talent, and
the intelligence, if we accept them as students when they are children,
may be able learn to do some or all of what we do, in time. Srinoy was
referred to us by some who recognized his potential, which was a great
gift to the world, which I think you are beginning to see. But it is we
who do the selection, without prejudice or discrimination. The basic
requirements are genius intelligence, good health, and minimum half
open third eye, with sure potential to be fully open, all at ten to
twelve years old." He said "That is very rare." I said "Unfortunate,
but true. We did not choose the requirements. It is as it has to be, to
accept the training. Talent is only a part. Without special intensive
mind training, we wouldn't have enough control to avoid causing
accidental death and destruction."
I said "I am entered in some festival competitions, but I shouldn't
compete. I would win. So, instead, I would like to see if I could do
some demonstrations. Archery and horsemanship skills. What do you think
of that?" He said "I don't understand. You shouldn't compete because
you would win?" I said "A competition is for people for whom it is
possible to lose. I cannot. It would not be fun. Boring, actually. And
having perfect scores all the time, will be bad for the other
competitors to see." He said "I begin to understand. You do not need to
win, but you must always do your best, or that would be dishonest." I
bowed to him, and said, "Well spoken. Yes. But as a teacher, I do like
to share what I can do, and hope to inspire improvement in others." He
said "I will confer with the festival manager. Will you be available to
demonstrate for him?" I said with a big grin, "Absolutely! I've been
looking forward to this for years. My life as a Mongol is very valuable
to me. I want to use my skills again, and without having to kill
people. Well, that's what we did. We were NOT nice people. Not even to
ourselves. I know your question. I will share that when and where I
want to, and on my terms." He bowed to me.
The monk asked for permission to leave, so he could confer with the
festival manager right away. I said "Before you leave, I would give you
something of me." I held my arms out, and he came into them. I gave him
all my love, and Srinoy had to help him stay upright. When he could, he
said, "Master of All, I know who you are now." I said "Not all, but of
a part, yes. My last two incarnations have been intentional." He said
"Your will is mine." I said "Loving agreement is much preferable to
domination." He bowed almost to the floor, and said, "I am corrected."
I said, "This too you may not share. Those who are able to know without
being told, will. All others will know when I want them to know. Please
remember that." He bowed. Out the door, all the way out the building,
he was muttering under his breath, over and over, the equivalent of,
"Bodhisattva! A real Bodhisattva, HERE. Oh my God!" I told Srinoy, and
he tried not to laugh. He said "Yes it's a little funny, but it's true,
and means the world to him. I know you couldn't help it, but it might
have been better if he didn't know." I said "Some would, still. We
can't hide my aura. Any really knowledgeable Buddhist Adept will know
it at a glance. I think it is better that we have some control over the
discovery, than none." He said "I'm sorry. I just broke my own rule. I
shouldn't have doubted you." I said "No, that's alright. It's a good
way to learn, and you know I love teaching." We kissed and hugged. I
said "And we are friends and brothers. We SHOULD speak our minds to
each other, where it wouldn't interfere with the mission. Speaking
about the mission, you were magnificent! You really surprised him. I
know you were very serious, but wasn't a little part of you laughing
your internal head off at his reaction?" He tried to look serious, and
burst out laughing. He said "I should be ashamed to say it, but I'm
not. You're right. Felt good, too. I don't like what people do to you
to take advantage of who you are." I said "I know. Sometimes I feel
that way, and other times I remember that I'm really here to serve." We
sat and hugged with love.
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