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Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 19:12:22 -0400
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Stephen's Secure Blog #202
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 #202 "An Arrow Runs Through It"
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Most of the setup was done, and the festival grounds looked all ready
to go. The performers and competitors came and practiced. Srinoy and I
were practically indispensable aids with the horses. By then, the
workers expected that, and didn't think it was something unusual. What
they didn't expect was the competitors coming to me for advice, after I
started giving it quietly to some of them, while helping with the
equipment.
At the lunch break, we all sat around and ate together, the provided
meal. One of the archers said to me, "You don't look like a Mongol, but
you have to be." Everybody nodded. I touched my ear, and all the
workers laughed. One said "He thinks it's his ears which make him
different." Another said, "Or his nose." I said "Well, it sure isn't
yours!" They laughed. Srinoy said, "You would look really strange with
two noses." I said "That would depend on where the extra one was." I
looked inside my shirt, and they laughed. The archer said, "You are
not, but you must be. That is confusing." I said to Srinoy, "Should I
tell them?" He said "Yes. Can't have competitors confused. No telling
who they will shoot." They really laughed at that.
I said "Are there Buddhists here?" They all said they were. I said
"So you believe in reincarnation?" The archer said, "That explains it!
You were a Mongol in a past life!" I said "Yes. For a short time, a
long time ago. I didn't live to see 18 years." A worker said, "So
that's how you knew how to set up and repair the tents. You have lived
in them." I wiggled my eyebrows at him and said, "I did a lot of things
in them." They laughed. The archer said, "Will you be competing?" I
said "No. It wouldn't be fair. I used the weapons for real, with almost
constant life and death practice. I lived on my horse. We raided
villages and murdered people. We made our own weapons. We fought with
other tribes, and killed our friends in duels. I was killed by my best
friend in one. You have not done those things, or lived that life. No
modern Mongol has. My skills are of a different kind, and yours should
not, in fairness, be tested against mine." They nodded. Srinoy said,
"We will be demonstrating some of those skills just before the closing
ceremony. After the closing, we will be available for teaching for a
while, if anybody is interested in that." They were, very much.
We went back to work, but with a new energy and purpose. They knew
they had a real Mongol with them, and were determined to live up to his
expectations, and do the best they could to make the festival the most
accurate and best ever. They knew I liked that, too. Then something
happened. One of the workers was accidentally in the wrong place, and
was accidentally shot in the thigh by an arrow. Srinoy was closer, and
kept people from the victim until I got there, and put him to sleep.
One of the archers said he was a nurse in a clinic. I said to him,
"Please assist. I will heal him. It's going to look strange, but I have
experience with this." He whispered, "Yes, Master. I suspected. Only
Adepts remember their past lives in such detail." I said "Good. He will
not wake up until I allow it. I have established an asepsis field.
There will be no infection. There is a major blood vessel which is
damaged, but not bleeding at this time. We have to be careful not to
cause that, which the slightest movement can make happen. I'm going to
break the arrow, and pull it out very slowly, but I will not be doing
it with physical means. I will prevent the others from seeing that, so
the illusion might be a little confusing to you." He nodded. That's
what I did. Then we ripped the pants leg open in front and back. There
wasn't much bleeding. I gave him a virtual tetanus shot. I called
energy to me, changed it to healing, and put it in my palm chakras,
which made them glow even to ordinary sight. I put my hands on either
side of the leg, over the wounds. First, I directed the healing of the
artery, strengthening its walls. Then I healed the path of the wound,
in the muscle, fasciae, and dermis, explaining to the nurse what I was
doing as I did it. Three minutes later, it was all healed, without a
scar.
I said to the nurse, "I need to be a regular person to these people,
my friends. Please don't treat me with unusual respect." He nodded. We
stood, and I let the victim wake up. He was confused while we pulled
him up to stand. I said to him, quietly, "It's all healed. Please don't
make a fuss, or I will have to leave you. I hope you wouldn't want
that, and lose my friendship." He gulped and nodded. He went back to
the others, saying it was just a scratch. He caught me smiling at that,
and felt good. We all went back to work. Most suspected something
unusual had happened. They knew, without really knowing, that I was
something special, but didn't want to be treated that way, and out of
respect and friendship, they honored that. The rest of the day went
well.
That evening, we told the manager what had happened. He said "You
handled that better than I would have believed possible." Srinoy said
"Then you should change what you believe is possible." He looked at
Srinoy in a strange way. I said "Wisdom doesn't always respect ordinary
limitations, such as are usually caused by youth. He is fully a Senior
Monk, in three temples." He said "Ah! That explains it." I grinned, and
said, "No it doesn't." He was confused. I said "He has that status
because of his knowledge and wisdom, not the other way around." Then he
showed he understood. He said "We are all blessed to know him." I said
"Absolutely!" Srinoy was embarrassed, and became more so when I grinned
at that. We hugged.
The manager said, "We will put your studio above and in the back of
the South section, where the important people are." I said "That's a
good spot. I will have some of my students there to assist me. I like
to get a lot done, so I work a little faster than the materials will
want get out of my way when I need them to. They will help with that.
And warn me if I make something I shouldn't." He said, with curiosity,
"Does that happen often?" I said "Yes, but not what you might be
thinking." He said with more interest, "Are you sure I might not be
thinking correctly of it?" I said "Well, I would have not, and did not,
think it was possible." He said, "And you won't tell me what that was?"
I said "Correct." He said "The museum director said something about
painting the past and the future." I said "I knew that was possible.
Other people have done similar things in the past. The only surprise
was that I didn't know I did it at that time. So, you still don't
know."
I said "Wait a moment, please." I went into deep thought. Two minutes
later, I looked up and said, "I just had an idea. I'm going to work on
it tonight. A knew kind of technology for painting." He said "Are you
going to use it at the festival?" I said "I don't know. I'll have to
experiment, first. Oh, one thing I should say. You know we have some
special abilities beyond the physical." He nodded. I said "We don't use
them where it wouldn't be fair. Our demonstrations will be from
physical training, without the assistance of special abilities which
require special mind talents. If we make a mistake and fall, that will
happen. The same when we compete. We must be fair." He said "I already
expected that of you." I said "Our school trains us with an intensity
which only one in a billion are capable of surviving. So we have some
unusual physical abilities and skills, but that is the result of a lot
of painful work. For an example, we learn to ignore pain. To do that,
we must experience it, intensely. We learn to withstand attacks which
will kill others, without damage. That training hurts, too. You don't
get something for nothing. Our skills cost, but none of us would change
a thing." Srinoy said, "Well, I wouldn't mind being a little taller." I
grinned and said, "You will, in time." We said our goodbyes, and went
back to the hotel.
At my house on Allguard, we ate with Rose and Hawk. Then they asked
me about my new idea. In English, I said, "It's about a D. I want to
try to have more of them on my paintings." Rose was the first to get
it, and said, "Oh, three dimensional!" I said "Yes. I can do it through
illusion, but it won't show up in photographs, and could make people
think it's witchcraft and soul sucking." Hawk said "I like sucking." We
laughed, and poked him. I said "And I don't want to have to make people
wear stupid things to make spectacles with themselves." Srinoy said
"Right." I said "But if I orient some oddly shaped micro-crystals in a
kind of acrylic paint, with the crystals I had just thought of, and
in the air, and we walked around, looking at it in various angles. Hawk
said, "The artist would have to have a very good object sense to do
that in a lifelike way, for a portrait." I said "Yes, I discovered
that. And some PK, to manage the crystals." Hawk said "The subject
looks familiar." Rose poked him, because it was of her. He laughed.
Srinoy said, "Even if it wasn't 3D, it would still be a masterpiece."
Hawk said, "Or masturbating. That is one hot lady." I said "It's a
classical pose, for a nude." Hawk said "Old and nude. Nice." We poked
him. Rose said, "There is a problem. It's a great painting. We all
agree on that. But it's a nude of an underage girl. There are a lot of
people who think children don't have skin, just clothes. We can't let
the public, and their police, see this, and that is a dirty shame!"
I said "It's just an experiment. And it's from memory. You didn't
pose for it. Anyway, I can always make more. Better, too." Hawk said,
"But I'm hot NOW!" We laughed, and had some great sex play to address
that undressed issue. We slept the night together in gentle flowing
love.
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