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Date: Fri, 09 Aug 2013 18:31:18 -0400
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Stephen's Secure Blog #210
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 #210 "The Siam Hotel"
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I went to the museum in Bangkok. I was dressed in my new UN blue
color suit and shoes. The cloth was of high thread count silk. The hems
and cuffs, and India style stand up collar, were embroidered in silver
thread, with the words "Peace" and "Love" in calligraphy, in English,
Spanish, Mandarin, Cantonese, Japanese, Russian, Latin, Hebrew, Arabic,
Thai, Tibetan, and Mongolian, but not so noticeable that it would
attract too much attention. My shoes were slip-on soft soled, with a
cloth top. The tapered long sleeved shirt jacket fell to just below the
belt line. The pants didn't need a belt. The short-sleeved knit
undershirt was white, with a tight short raised collar, made of a
cotton and silk blend. There were no buttons or visible fasteners. What
held things together was my adjustable sticky technology I invented for
Sharon's nameplate, which was mind controlled. I wore Thai boxing
shorts for underwear, in blue, with white peace and love lettering all
over in different languages. Rose had helped with the design of the
uniform.
My shield was on display, and there were people looking at it. It was
lit well, and drew some nice comments. I was noticed. Well, my clothes
and appearance were expected to cause that. It made me uncomfortable,
but I knew I had to accept it. I went to the director's office. He was
very happy to see me, and jumped up and came around his desk and shook
my hand enthusiastically. After he let go, I examined my hand for
damage, and he laughed. He said "That flute! Incredible! I don't know
how to thank you!" I grinned and said, "You're doing it well, so far."
He laughed. He said "Nobody has anything like it. You made it?" I said
"Yes, and it is a little different. Mathematically precise tuning, and
the action is friction free. Purest sound ever. I always do my best."
He said "It almost plays itself." I said "That's what I was trying for,
and that includes everything I make, such as the Mongol bows I made for
the archers in the Naadam Festival in Mongolia a short time ago." He
grinned and said, "That was in the news. Your flying bow shot looked
impossible." I said "I used only physical skill for that. Some of the
other riders wanted to learn it, but I said I didn't want to be
responsible for their voice changing." He laughed.
The director said, "About the flute, er, how did it get into the
drawer?" I said "Quite successfully, I think." He said, "I see. A
secret method. I think I can assume you can do that with yourself, and
not just objects. That means young Srinoy was correct. You have visited
other worlds." I said "I have a weakness for museums and those who work
in them." He said "I think that's great! Oh, I apologize for my selfish
enthusiasm." I grinned and said, "Rejected as unneeded. It has been
decided that I will go partially public with something of who I am, to
support my mission to free Tibet. Unfortunately, that means I must not
be seen to associate with my associates and students. Srinoy was very
disappointed, but he understands the necessity. We are the Guardians of
Earth. We protect this world from harm by those of other worlds, and
there has been a lot of that throughout history. That is ended. When
those of Earth are advanced enough to be accepted by the Galactic
Council, the whole Galaxy will have already known of us as being of
high culture, of high ethics, and full of love, because of the work we
are doing in the galaxy to stop and prevent interstellar wars, and
through the art I have given to their museums." He said "Wow! I believe
all of it! Thank you very much, for all of humanity!"
I said "Er, you're welcome. This evening, I'm going back to the Siam
Hotel to tell them they can release my name as the strange violinist.
Would you like to accompany me?" He said "Absolutely! May I bring my
wife?" I said "Sure, but that will restrict what we would talk about."
He said "I see. Then I'll tell her about it, but not bring her. It's a
business function with a major donator." I said "I'm a major?" He said
"Your shield is priceless, however, it is ensured for ten million
dollars." I said "Wow! That IS major. I wonder what the Buddhas would
be insured for." He said "There isn't enough money." I said "I'm not
displeased at that." We grinned at each other.
I said "Would you like to go on a little trip, before the hotel
visit, to see some of my art?" He said "Ah, er, in an unusual way?" I
said "Yes. It doesn't hurt. And at the end of the tour, there is an
instrument filled music room." He said "When do we leave?" I said with
a grin, "No time for indecision, I see. Well, any time you are ready."
He said "I'll tell reception, and my wife, and then we can go." He did,
and I ported us to the center of Guardhome. We did everything I did
with Panchang, and he was continuously amazed. In the music room, I
introduced Rose and Hawk, who knew to be there. I ported his platinum
flute to him, and we played some quartet selections. He was good, and
we told him that, which he didn't complain about in the least.
I ported us to the usual rest room. On the way to the restaurant, I
said "Please keep my offworld activities, and my methods, secret." He
said "I promise." I said "Those who see me do unusual things, well, I
want them to keep guessing. I might even add some theatricality to
enhance that. I'm going to have to impress some people in power, and I
prefer that happening in a less than antagonistic mode, before I
confront them." He said "Sounds reasonable. I think that means you are
going to let people know the world wide love broadcast was yours." I
said "Yes, eventually. I really dislike that, because I'm basically
shy, and detest personal admiration and worship, but I have to use
every tool I can, to try to accomplish my task. Ah! I'm noticed and
remembered. Somebody is going to tell the manager, who is present." We
were just finished sitting at our table, when the manager rushed up to
us. We stood and I performed the introductions. Then I said, "Would you
like to sit with us?" He said "Thank you, I will, for a short time." He
did, and I said, with a big grin, "Did you have something to say?" He
couldn't help smiling, and said, "I didn't have the opportunity to
thank you, after the performance." I said "That didn't bother me." He
didn't know what to make of that answer, so I gave him another grin.
The director was trying not to laugh, who then said, "It looks like you
have found out that Stephen is a little more unusual than you thought."
He took that rescue with relief, and said, "Yes." Then the manager said
to me, "I didn't tell them your name, as you requested." I said "I
know, and I really appreciate that. Now you can, if you want to, but
just my name, and not the others." He said "Thank you. Reporters have
been at me. Would you be available for other performances?"
I said "What kind of performances did you have in mind? I'm not bad
said, "That was YOU in Mongolia?" I said "Yes." He said "Wow!" I said
"I hear that a lot." The director said, "Come to my museum to see his
art he donated. The shield." His mouth dropped open. I said to the
director, after looking in the manager's mouth, "I can just see some
dental work." He laughed. I said to the manager, "Performances?" His
mouth snapped shut, and then he said, "Musical. No arrows in the paying
customers." I grinned and said, "Good one! I like that." He smiled, and
said, "Thank you. You are famous for what you did here, and would be a
big draw if you put on a real performance." The director said, "He
really would, more than you know. He's a virtuoso on all instruments,
not just the violin." We looked at his jaw to see if it would drop
again, and he manfully controlled that reflex. I nodded in
appreciation. He said, "I have never heard of an artist who has such an
appreciation of humor." I said "Same here. I've never seen that in a
hotel manager. Er, not that I've actually met another." He laughed. He
said "Nor one so likable."
I said "Well, joy and humor are closely related to love, and I am
love. Who doesn't find love likable?" He said in pure surprise, "You!"
I nodded, and said, "I felt some responsibility for your shortage of
musicians, which was why I agreed to help. But please keep that secret
for now, or I wouldn't be able to perform." He said "I agree. I will.
What an honor!" I said "So, what about the performance? I really can
play any orchestral instrument, but I would have a little difficulty in
playing them all at once. Oh, and my friends will not be with me. If
you have a Strauss Ball tonight, I could play something in the break,
if you want. I can play most styles of music. But not traditional Thai
music." He grinned a that, and said, "Our attendance at the Strauss
Balls have increased, with people hoping you will be there." I said in
a loud whisper to the director, "Should I tell him I can dance, too?"
More laughter. The manager said, "Is there anything you do not do?" I
said "Yes. I do not kill. I do not act unjustly. I do not punish. I do
not lie. I can't. I do not eat animal flesh." He said "I see, now. You
are a Buddhist, in truth." I nodded and said, "You have heard of the
new statue of The Buddha in Chiang Mai?" He said "That must be yours."
I said "Yes. Before that, they, and another Temple, named me, 'Master
of Abbots'. For three incarnations, which I remember, of a great many,
I have been known as The Master Teacher. That ceremony caused my
unintended broadcast of love. But if you tell all that, we won't be
able to have the performance you want."
He said "Did you do that to torture me?" I said with a grin, "No, it
was because you wanted to know. I don't actually approve of
something caught his attention. He asked to see my sleeve. I extended
my arm to him. He said, "Am I to assume it's the same in the other
languages?" I said "Yes." I gave him the list and the words. He said
"For my country, we are honored to be included." I bowed. Then I said,
"Performance? While the day still exists." He smiled. He said "You
could have an entire evening, with your choice of music. We can arrange
for an accompanying orchestra, which I'm sure you would want to test
before agreeing to them. What instruments would you play?" I looked at
the director, and he looked hopeful, and nodded. I said "I will play
the piano and the violin. If we include one solo performance of my
friend the museum director, on the flute." I said to him, "What would
you play?" He said "I don't know. I would like to play some things for
you in private, and have you decide the best." I said "Reasonable. I
can accompany you on the piano, if needed." I said to the manager, "Do
you have a room we may use for that?" He grinned in delight, and said,
"Fantastic! Ball Room 2 won't be used until the dance program. You have
two hours." I said "Can we eat something first? We don't want to waste
away before then." He laughed, and said, "I'll tell the kitchen to
bring out our best vegetarian dishes right away. Don't even think about
refusing or paying." I said "Too late! I'm a fast thinker." He laughed
into the kitchen.
The director said, "I agree with the likable comment. For somebody so
honorable and powerful, most would think that very unusual." I said
"Love doesn't discriminate. All are equal before it. I am love. I love
all. How could I not be likable to who I love?" He said "I think I've
been having trouble understanding what you mean by you are love." I
said "I think we should not continue with that right now, or there is
going to be another broadcast. Except for this. Do you know what
'Phothisat' means?" He said "I do not." I said "I have been described
as such by those who know of those things, and as much as I wish to
disagree, I have to admit who I am does fit all the requirements of all
the definitions. This is my second voluntary incarnation, and my last.
Because love is my strongest feature by far, and nothing of me is at
all weak, that means I am the Phothisat of Love. That I can control
everything about me except my love at times, I think helps to prove it.
Ask a Senior Monk to define the word for you, but keep to yourself what
he tells you. Here's the food. Let's eat before we won't have enough
time for the music." We did eat.
We went to the ball room. I ported his flute to him, and my violin to
me. We played the Carmen fantasy for Flute and Piano, and the Chamunade
Concertino for Flute and Piano. Then he suggested the Hora Staccato for
Flute and Piano. I said "Are you sure? That's VERY difficult, and easy
to make mistakes with." He grinned and said "But I love it, and
practice it all the time. I know I'm not good enough for it at my
overall skill level, but please give me a chance to prove to you what I
can do." We did, and he did it well. Not a virtuoso performance, but
acceptable for the program, I thought. I said "Good. Then I can play
the Carmen Fantasy on the Violin, if it fits in the program." He said
through his tears, "Thank you very much! This means the world to me.
First, that I'm going to perform with a Master, and second, I know you
wouldn't have allowed it if you hadn't thought I was good enough." I
said "Yes, you were good. Very good. I liked it. I've never played it
myself." He looked surprised, and said, "But you are a virtuoso on the
instrument!" I said "There is only so much time available for non
productive things, and there are so many instruments. I started playing
the organ when I was 12. I didn't start playing other instruments until
this year." He said "Wow!" I said "Well, yes." We had to laugh.
I said "I don't know which piano concerto to choose. The Grieg, or
the Tchaikovsky." He said "If you can't decide, you could ask the
orchestra leader which one they do best." I said "Good idea. Then your
selection. Then I was thinking of the Carmen Fantasy on the violin,
with the Orchestra." He said, "Good one." I said "Then Liszt Hungarian
Rhapsody no 2 on the piano." He said "I like that one a lot." I grinned
orchestral accompaniment." He said "I don't know that one." I played it
for him. He said "Wow! I like that!" I said "Me, too. That will be the
official end of the program. Encore will be my trademark Scheherazade
solo violin excerpt, which I played here before." I played that for
him. He was silent, and then said, "That I will NEVER forget." I said
"That was my intention. I hope it works for them that way, too. So, do
you think it will be a good program?" He said "The best! You will have
a lot of practicing to do. How soon will you be ready?" I said "Now. I
don't practice. I have a complete memory, which includes physical
movements. As I am now, I can learn a piece as soon as I read it." I
cupped my ear, and he refused to say wow. We grinned. I said "For when
people are being seated, I can play selections from Pictures at an
Exposition." He said "Appropriate. Good choice." I played that for a
while. The Manager came in, and said the musicians would be coming in
soon. I told him the proposed program, and he was impressed. I said "It
will be recorded, but not so it would be noticed. I reserve the rights
to that. Please see that all involved sign releases. That shouldn't be
a problem for you, because I'm not accepting any money from you." He
said "I understand. I'll confer with our lawyers." I said "We can be
available any evening for rehearsal and performances. Here is my
PRIVATE phone number. I can be reached any time, wherever I am,
instantly."
The musicians started coming in. Most were very happy to see me. The
three we had replaced were not all that excited, and I didn't blame
them. I told them about the proposed concert. They were very
interested. I said "Any who want to attend, I will buy tickets for. If
the room isn't needed after it, maybe we could stay and have some fun
with jazz, or something, together." One said "You can play jazz on the
violin?" I said "Sure. Almost any instrument." He said "You can play
any instrument?" Another one said, "That's not what he meant." I said
"You are both correct." They were really surprised. The director had a
really big grin. The First Violinist said "I don't believe it. Show
us." I said "Which instrument? If the owner of it allows." He said
"Piano first." I played the Minute Waltz. I said "Next?" He said
"Flute." I said to the director, "May I?" He said "Please!" To use
Srinoy's term, I stung them. Then he said, "Clarinet!" The owner of
that gave permission. I wet the reed for a minute, and then played the
Clarinet Polka. I said "I know your schedule. I think we should end
this now, so you can prepare for work. We can do this again sometime,
if you like." He bowed to me, and said, "I apologize for doubting you."
I said "Accepted. You didn't know I never lie. Are we friends now?" He
smiled and said, "Yes, and thank you for your gift of your
performances. Brilliantly done." I bowed again. I opened my arms, and
despite his surprise, he came into them, and I gave him all my love. He
almost collapsed, but I held him up. He whispered, "You!" I whispered
back, "Yes. I'm sorry for making you miss your work that day. I felt
responsible for that, so I helped the band out a little. Please don't
tell." He said "I won't, Master." We bowed again, and the director and
I left the music room, and then the hotel, both thinking about what
might happen at our concert.
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