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Subject: +*+*+*+ Stephen's Secure Blog #197 "A Road Trip" +*+*+*+
Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 18:13:53 -0400
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Stephen's Secure Blog #197
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 #197 "A Road Trip"
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We ported back to the hotel from my house on Allguard, where we had
slept with Rose and Hawk. "Srinoy said "They will know we can port." I
said "Only the Abbot we met. He is the only one in the city who knows
of us, who has a fully open Third Eye. Disappointing there aren't more.
He won't tell others about our flashing auras, and might not associate
that with teleporting. It's going to be known, anyway, soon. We can't
visit all the Temples in China we want to, in a useful amount of time,
without porting." He said "There is a way. Send an insulated room
ahead, and port into it. Open the door slowly, and our auras will
appear gradually. I know you thought of that." I said "Yes. There would
be some problems with that procedure, but it could still be managed. If
we wanted to. So, why would we not want to keep our porting a secret
from some Abbots and Monks in China?" He said "I can see some reasons.
So they might not need to pass the wrong words about us to others, if
we were to get there before their words did. Or to show that we have
some power to do what we want to do, and can NOT be stopped. Oh, and if
those Abbots and Monks tell the authorities we can port, they won't
believe anything they hear about us, until we shove it down their
throats." I said "Very good! Do you think some will betray us?" He said
"Yes. It has happened before, so why not now? Monks are human, too." I
said "And they don't have much need for combs." He giggled and said,
"True."
We got a call from the festival manager, that a car will be waiting
for us outside the hotel all morning, at our convenience. I said to
Srinoy, "Our new friend is approaching. I should make some Mongol
things. Would you like a bow, too?" He looked extremely happy, and
said, "Oh yes, please!" I said "My size, or smaller?" He said "A little
smaller would be best. How will you explain to the Monk our new
possessions?" I said "Would I?" He said "Oh. Interesting." We grinned
at each other. I made the saddle and clothes I would wear, and
something for Srinoy, if he wanted to do anything, and his bow. He was
stringing it, when I let the Monk into the room. He stopped in surprise
when he saw what Srinoy was doing. After seeing that the pull wasn't
too strong for him, he unstrung it, and put it in one of the wheeled
cases, which also had arrows. I said to the Monk, "Greetings, friend.
Would you like to go with us to where the horses are?" He said "Yes,
Master Teacher, I would, and I am to be with you as long as you allow
me to be." I said "Then we go now."
Srinoy and I got ready to pull the wheeled cases with is, when the
Monk said, "Please let me help." I said "Only if it pleases YOU." He
said "Ah! I think I understand. Yes, it would." I nodded and he took
hold of one of the cases. We went out of the hotel, and there was a van
waiting for us. I said to the driver, "I am Stephen. You are waiting
for us. We are ready to go." As he was getting out to help us with the
cases, he said, "How did you know? I was to drive a car, but it wasn't
working, so I took this at the last minute." I said "I knew because I
knew." He bowed, and said, "My boss told me you were unusual, and not
to be surprised by anything you do or say, but to follow your
requests." Srinoy grinned and said, "You will fail at not being
surprised. We all do." Our Monk smiled and nodded. The driver said to
Srinoy, with a smile, "You were included in that, too." While we were
loading the cases, Srinoy said, "This is going to be interesting." We
all agreed.
On the way, I asked the Monk, "How did your report go?" He tried to
hide a grin. I raised a hand, and Srinoy interrupted with, "I feel
another lesson is about to begin." I poked him, and he giggled. I said
to the Monk, "Enjoying what you do is a good thing, if that is not the
reason for doing it. Deliberately making what you do with others,
enjoyable, is a very good thing if it helps achieve better results,
which it often does. Taking pleasure in what you do, helps you do it
better. When you work at it, you will derive some pleasure in the worst
of tasks, and so lead a harmonious life which others will want to share
with you." He said "Thank you very much, Master Teacher. I am very
frustrated in not being able to bow to you as I want to, at this time."
I said "Sometimes frustration is beneficial, too. We can improve
ourselves from ALL we experience. Although I have not seen what
improved me by falling on a fresh pile of horse droppings." Their
mouths dropped open in surprise. I said "I would like what you are
doing, if I were a dentist." They closed them, and Srinoy poked me, and
said "I was going to use that one!" I poked him back and said, "Chew on
something else." He giggled. I told them what happened in my previous
incarnation at summer camp. Even the driver laughed.
Then the Monk said, "I felt conflicting emotions from them. They
wanted to, and didn't want to, believe what I told them, and for
different reasons. I was not amused so much by that, but by what you
said to them which increased that." Srinoy laughed. I said, "But you
did enjoy telling them, even if it was just the joy of story telling.
Do not deny your own feelings. That is harmful." He said "Yes, Master
Teacher, I did enjoy the telling, partially because of your way of
presenting the things I told." I said "Well, I'm glad of that. In the
end, did you help them to resolve their conflicts?" He said "I think
some, but I think you know that some will never be resolved." I said "A
lifetime of thinking and desiring is not changed in an instant, except
with bomb, maybe." He looked at me strangely. I said "Sometimes it is
not changed even in death." He said "Ah! I understand! The Cycle of
Life is for doing that." I said "Yes. We are reincarnated to improve
ourselves. It can take a whole lot of lifetimes to do that, because
even if we remember our past lives, we don't really know what it was we
didn't learn in the others, and should learn in the present one. The
few of us who know and accept that reincarnation happens, and its
purpose, can only guess. A motivation for some very interesting
speculation, though. The Truth of The Buddha has in it much more than
we know, until we are past knowing." Srinoy said "Wow! I'm going to
have to study that one." The Monk was shocked, and said, to Srinoy, "I
am with you, Senior Monk Srinoy."
I said "I'll help with something far removed. I teach Psychology, in
the university part of our school. The therapy we do, usually is more
effective when the patient isn't aware of the actual process, and how
it works, and even the true reason for it. Srinoy, tell us why." He
thought, and then said, "Because the patient, all people, have an
unconscious need to protect and defend who they are, and so will resist
the treatment, either consciously or unconsciously, even though they
may actually know they need help, and fervently desire it. Oh, that
does help! Thank you." The Monk cried. Srinoy, who could reach him,
held his hand. The Monk said, "I had thought I was fortunate to have
met and spent time with you, but just now I have realized just how
fortunate. This will change my life and who I am." I said "It is I who
am fortunate to be a part of that, however small." We didn't say
anything more, the rest on the time it took to get to the horses. We
were all lost in our own thoughts. Even the driver, judging from the
results of his occasional lapses of attention, almost causing us to run
off the road.
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