Stephen's Secure Blog #200
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 #200 "Mongol Museum"
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We met the director at the museum. He showed us around. There wasn't
much there, and what there was, while made by some still nomadic
Mongols, were not totally true to history. In his office, I said to
him, "The festival manager told you some things you might not easily
believe. I heard what he said, and it's all true. Why should you
believe me? Well, our friends here have seen more than the manager has,
and have experienced the truth. And one more thing. Srinoy and I are
not able to lie." He looked to the Monk. We all grinned. I nodded to
the Monk, and he said, "Stephen is the Abbot of his own Temple, and has
been accepted as being superior to many Abbots, and is a Master Adept,
and is known to most Buddhist Temples in the world as an aware
reincarnation, The Master Teacher. He does not lie. And he's very
likable." I said to the Monk, "I didn't expect that last part. Thank
you." He said "You are most welcome, and all the more so because I
enjoyed saying that." We grinned at each other, while Srinoy was
laughing. I said to the director, "One more thing for now. It would be
wise not to doubt me, or Srinoy might have to live with the memory of a
violent action he will have caused." The other two agreed very
strongly, while Srinoy tried to look mean, but couldn't quite manage
it. I said to him, "I think you need a little more work in controlling
your facial expressions." He laughed. I sighed, and said to all,
"Teachers receive so little respect." They laughed, and I grinned.
I said to the director, "In one of my past lives, I was a Mongol. I
was very skilled in making things, and a very good fighter. I will be
giving a demonstration at the festival just before it closes, and then
I will be conducting some teaching sessions. Then the things I have
made for that, will be available for donation to your museum. Yes, they
were made exactly like I made them as a Mongol, of all the correct
materials and processes. Based in part on the start of the life I had
right after that, I died around 1181AD, just before I turned 18. Now
this. I have the complete memory. Total recall of my past lives. I am
willing to share what you want of that one, and maybe what you might
not want of it. After the festival and the teaching, we should have a
meeting to discuss that, if you are interested." He said "Wow!" Srinoy
said, "He hears that a lot." Nobody laughed. He shrugged it off, and I
patted his shoulder.
The director said, "Do you have proof of this?" I said "What possible
proof could there be?" He said "I see." I said "But, some of my other
lives have been proved, using private Vatican archives, and through
means known only to Adepts." He said "Well, can you prove you are an
Adept?" I said to the the director, the driver, and the Monk, "What you
will see or experience is not to be shared with anybody without my
permission." They all agreed. I sat on the floor in lotus, and then
levitated myself up to chest hight to a seated person. Srinoy said "The
longest time on record for those who are not his students, is ten
seconds. Stephen can do this indefinitely." I created a glowing ball of
energy over my open palm, and tossed it to the other, and back and
forth for a time. I said "Convinced?" He nodded in shocked amazement. I
absorbed the energy ball, and settled down to the floor, and then got
back into my chair. The Monk said to me, "Love?" I nodded. He said to
the director, "The love that went all over the world, and was here in
the city a short time ago, was from Stephen. He IS love." The director
looked at me in absolute awe. I knew what he was about to say. I held
up my hand to stop him, and said, "Here and now, I am only a friend."
He gulped loudly, and nodded.
I said to the director, "Tell me, was it the cloth you trusted, more
than the man?" He looked surprised and said, "I see it was so, and
wrong." I said "My robe is back in my hotel room. I can go back and get
it, if you need to see it." He said "I see your message." I said "Not
quite yet. As an Adept, I can make you see me in any way I choose to.
In a way, all life is like that. Illusions we accept as reality, some
of which are also called prejudices, and never think to look beyond
them. There is much of wonder to see, for those who make the effort to
see the truth with their spirit. If you had moved past your own
prejudices, you could have seen the truth in me." He bowed to me and
said, "I see why you are called The Master Teacher." I grinned, and
said "Ah! Already you progress." He smiled a little tentatively.
I took out a video camera, and said, "On the memory card are some
files of some demonstrations Srinoy and I did earlier today, and I used
some of the things I would donate. These are only for your eyes. Do you
accept that restriction? You will have much more later, better, and for
the public." He said "I do, Master." I said "I am Stephen to my
friends, and that is what I wish to be to you. Unfortunately, that
doesn't work easily with Monks. All that conditioned formality." He
smiled and said, "I do believe that." I said "I do a lot of things, and
have a lot of titles. One of those is Illustrator for the Smithsonian
Institution in Washington, DC, America. You can contact the director,
Sharon, for references, if you wish. She knows of my past lives, and
finds them very useful in checking the accuracy of some of the
exhibits." He said "I can appreciate that. You will do that here?" I
said "I have already noted some things, old things, which are not
attributed to the correct tribes. If nobody has noticed, then it could
be a minor issue, and may not be worth the trouble of correcting." He
said "No! All things must be as correct as possible!" I grinned, and
then so did Srinoy and the Monk. The director said, "That was a test,
wasn't it?" Srinoy said, "It sure was." The Monk said, "You know you
passed."
I said to the director, "I share the same interest and passion. I
love museums, and not just because I have lived a lot of what they
attempt to show. I think there are no teachers who don't love museums."
He said "I would have to agree with that." I said "A few years ago, at
a cultural festival, I was painting pictures of the dancers, in colored
chalk on paper. Then I was in a trance, and started painting things I
was seeing, which weren't in front of me. They were of the past of some
of the people, and even some of their past lives, and later verified as
being accurate. Do you think I should do that at this festival?" Before
he could answer, Srinoy said, "That qualifies as what his friends call
one of his stupid questions. He knows you REALLY want him to do that."
I poked him and said, "I feel SO exposed!" He giggled. We hugged. They
grinned.
I said "If you think I should, you can arrange that with the festival
manager you were disbelieving. I will need to have a good view of the
action, and guarded, to prevent others from seeing what I will be
doing, and causing a disruption. That has happened, because how I work,
and what sometimes happens, is a little unusual." He grinned and said,
"I know better than to doubt that." I said "One of my guards will be
one of my students, Hawk, who will stop me if I start painting the
future. It happened the last time, and caused some er, occurrences." I
said to Srinoy, "Some of the people from the other school were in it."
He said "Oh WOW! We can't have that! Wow!" I said "I said that when I
saw them, after Hawk told me. I thought for sure the festival manager's
eyes would finally pop out of his head. I was ready to catch them. Oh,
and I think something almost flew into his hanging open mouth." They
all laughed at that. I said "Right after that, up on the stage, I
proposed to Rose." He said "I heard about that. Good that they aren't
afraid of you anymore." I nodded.
The director said "You will be married?" I said "Yes. The best way to
have children. I am being allowed to do that final human thing, before
I go from where I will not return. In exchange, I was given a task, for
which my time here in Mongolia is the beginning. Tibet." They all said
"Oh!" I said "Srinoy, until I was changed in Thailand, when I gave the
world my love, I had not remembered the life I had right before I was
the first modern Stephen. I only knew I was a Buddhist Monk who was
widely known and loved as a teacher, which was confirmed by one of his
students right before he passed on in front of me, when I was 12, in my
last incarnation. When I was given the task to free Tibet, which I'm
sure was planned, I remembered who I was. I was one of the early
teachers of the current very old Dalai Lama, and deliberately planned
the reincarnation into the first Stephen, my great grandfather, who
chose to reincarnate into who I am today. They who plan these things
sure are er, odd!" Silence. "I said "Well, we have work to do. Please
review the video in the camera in private where your reactions are not
likely to be heard." Srinoy laughed. I said "That's why." You can
contact me any time, at the hotel, even if I'm not there. Please
discuss my art idea with the festival manager." We got up to leave, and
all bowed.
In the van, I said to the driver, "We will take the cases inside the
hotel. That will be the end of our association for today." He nodded.
That was what happened, and I hugged him with all my love before he
left. Then I asked the Monk, "Why were you chosen, above all others, to
meet us, and stay with us?" He looked startled, and said, "I don't
know. It does seem strange they didn't choose somebody who is more
advanced." I said "Yes. Either your Abbot was deliberately insulting
surprise, and he said, "Because they wanted you to help me!" I nodded,
and said, "Will you allow me to align your chakras?" He said with tears
in his eyes, "Please, Master!" I said "Will you allow Srinoy to
observe?" He said "Oh yes!" I said "Please lie on the bed. Srinoy,
inventory, and report." He said "Third Eye open three fourths. Basic
senses. IQ 132. Something is blocking his potential." I said "All
correct. I'll direct you to where it is." He said "Oh! I see it." I
said "Watch what I do, closely, when I get to it."
I started the alignment. At the Third Eye, I gave it some special
energy, pinpointed at one spot. His Third Eye flashed open, and then
closed again. I said "Did you see it?" He said "Yes! I got the kind of
energy you used, too." I said "Good. Now I do it again. It usually has
to be done at least twice." I did the alignment again, and his Third
Eye flared open, and stayed open. I said "Inventory!" He said "All the
way open, and will stay that way. Basic senses Adept level, with good
potential for improvement. Some precognition. Minimal telepathy. IQ
136." I said "I confirm." I said to the Monk, "You can get up now.
Please don't exert your new senses for a week, to let your new
alignment settle down. Tell your Abbot if you feel spells of
disorientation in the coming week. They will pass, but he might have
some medicine which will help. If he doesn't, call me, and I will give
you some. Congratulations, you are now a Basic Adept!" He was in awe,
and overjoyed. We gave our tears for him. We hugged, with love. He
left, almost floating in his joy.
Srinoy said, in my arms, "That was nice. Sometimes we get to do nice
things, which makes it all worth it." I said "Yes. Let's go to
Allguard" We did, to sleep with Rose and Hawk, with love.
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