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Date: Tue, 13 Aug 2013 00:47:15 -0400
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Stephen's Secure Blog #211
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 #211 "Into China"
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station of the Trans-Mongolian Railway. It was late evening, which was
on purpose. Border control would be less likely to call headquarters
for clarification, if they were less likely to get results. And that's
what happened. They had some head scratching questions, which were a
little reduced by my speaking their native dialects fluently, but let
me through the border. I had purchased a ticket in the terminal in
undercarriage were changed to a different gauge, at Erenhot. It's
different in China, from what is used in Mongolia and Russia. I got off
the train at that stop. It was still hot, being in the Chinese province
of Inner Mongolia in the Gobi Desert.
In the morning, I visited the Longxing Monastery in Hebei province,
south of Beijing. It was just a museum. Then I went to to the Puning
and Putuo Zongcheng Temples. They were just for tourists. Then I went
to the Zhanshan Temple in Shandong province. It was a working
monastery. I felt my porting be noticed. I walked down the central
path, and was greeted by some monks hurrying to get into position. I
stopped and waited. Some tourists noticed, and asked questions of their
guide, who didn't have answers. There were cameras being aimed. I
motioned with my arm, and they all would not have power when pointing
at me. The guide noticed, and became afraid, and tried to herd the
tourists away. Some complained, and the guide became more insistent,
which worked. The monks finished lining up, and I resumed my walk. They
all bowed to me, and I bowed in return. I passed them, and at the end
of the line was a Senior Monk, who said, "Master Teacher, you honor
us." I said with a smile, "Being out numbered, it is I who am honored."
He had to smile, and said, "I have to admit that is mathematically
correct, but untrue in our hearts." I said "Well said. I am here to
know you, and to share myself with you. If that's alright. If you're
busy, I can come back another day." He said "You are welcome any and as
many days as you wish. Today is just fine." We bowed. He led me inside
to see the Abbot, who wasn't as old as most.
He was on a chair on a raised platform. I could see another chair had
just been placed there. He stood, and asked me to join him. I stepped
up. He waited for me to sit first. I didn't, and nodded slightly. He
understood, and we sat together. We said some polite things. Then he
said, "We know of you. Many of our students do not understand how one
it." I grinned and said, "Really?" He had to smile, and said, "You have
caught me. You are so friendly, and treat all people as equal." There
was a big room full of attentive listeners. I said "To me, all are
equal in love. I am love, so all are equal to me. Humor, joy, and
friendship, are so closely related to love, to me they are a part of
it, and so are a part of who I am. I did not choose. I just am.
Naturally, I love it!" I noticed I started glowing in real light again,
looking at my hands. I said "Oops! I have to be careful, or the world
will be er, interrupted again, and I might not be allowed to come back
again. Ah, please excuse me a second." I reached down and almost
touched the stone floor, and a big spark jumped from my finger to it. I
jumped a little. I said "Even though I know that's going to happen, I
always jump. We were saying?" He gathered himself and said, "Not be
allowed to come back?" I said "I should not be in this existence. I
have been called er, elsewhere. I have been resisting the ever stronger
pull, so that I may fulfill some of my plans for this, my last life.
The ceremony and the world broadcast, and other things at that time,
did push me out of this life then. I was assisted back, but with a task
given to me." He said "I see you speak the truth, and such has been
reported. I did not expect to ever see or host in my Temple one such as
you. We are extremely blessed."
I said "If I am able to help others be blessed, then I should." He
said "If I may, would you speak of this task?" I said "It is to free
Tibet. I would have tried to do that before this, if I had thought it
could be possible. Now I must, because there is a serious imbalance in
the world. It must be corrected, or there will be a disaster. I have
seen disasters. I will NOT fail this time, as I did 74,000 years ago!"
I wiped a tear. He said "That bad?" I said "The task and the basic
reason are clear. Details didn't survive the return to this life. Do
you think I should give you my ideas on the reason for that?" He looked
very interested, and said, "Please!" I said "Well, could you explain
the teachings of The Buddha, to a mouse? No, it wouldn't understand. It
couldn't. If it could be made into a man, and did come to understand
those teachings, when it was returned to being a mouse, would it still
understand those ideas? No. A mouse can't. Those above us see all past
and future as one. We in this form cannot. They can communicate with us
with a lot of effort, but very little comes to us in a way we can
understand, because we don't have the ability to. All things
considered, I think that is as it should be. However, it is a little
different for those spirits waiting to reincarnate. They are in a
separate er, section of that realm, and see very little of what the er,
managers of that realm see. I know this because some have contacted me
and told me so. I don't have to tell you the first time that happened
to me, how surprised I was. Almost scared the pants right off me." He
tried not to laugh. I said "Don't be concerned. I was alone." He had to
laugh. I grinned and nodded. I said "I said this to a troubled man who
had come to me; "Humor is a good friend. Keep him happy, and you will
be comforted even in the worst times."
He said "A true insight. What are the worst times?" I said "Often,
the most recent one you are in, it being a personal judgement." He
nodded acceptance. I said "I have heard you have a very large statue of
The Buddha. May I see it?" He said "I would be very happy to show you
all of our Temple." I said "I would be equally happy to be shown. And
to see all here, individually, along the way." We stood, and went on
the tour. The Recumbent Buddha was almost 6m long, and covered in gold.
I said "Do you allow photographs be taken of it?" He said "We are
required to, but do not like it." I said "I have the same feeling. The
tourists were going to take pictures of me. Now their cameras will not
operate while pointing at me. The tour guide noticed that, and was
almost in a panic, leading his er, flock away in a hurry." He had to
laugh. He said "I know I shouldn't laugh at his discomfort." I said
"It's my fault. I can't help wording what I say in a way which
encourages humor." We saw the Three Saints statues, and other
interesting things. Along the way, I greeted each Monk by his name. The
Abbot said "How do you know their names?" I said "I don't know. I
desire, and I know it. I could search their minds for it, which is a
lot more difficult than people realize. We hardly ever think our own
names. I don't invade peoples' privacy without some extreme emergency
which demands it. So, I know, and I like that, so I'm not complaining."
Then we walked around some more, and then, totally by surprise, a monk
came at me in a flying side kick. I held up a hand, and he stopped.
I said "That's interesting. I didn't know I could do that. I had only
worked out the theory and math a few months ago." He was astounded, and
asked, "But what did you do?" I said "I stopped time for him, and the
space he occupies. He isn't harmed, but I can't examine him in his
current condition, to discover what he intended and why. Here's what
I'll do. I'll release him, and right after that, hold him in the air in
a different way." I did that, and turned him upright. I said do him,
"Do you remember what you just tried to do to me?" He said in surprise,
"Yes Master, but I don't know why." I said "May I examine you, to try
to discover that?" He said "Please!" I did, and said, "In one of your
past lives, and mine, we were enemies. We fought. You er, well, you
didn't win. You felt rather strongly about that. Somehow your spirit
recognized my spirit, and very strongly desired to renew the fight. Do
you still feel any of that?" He searched inside himself, and then said,
"I can find no trace of it." I said "I will do this. You will be
released. Then I will allow you to attack me if you need to. No, you
cannot harm me. I will give you my love." I pointed to another monk,
and said, "When I release him from my physical embrace, he might be a
little weak. Please catch him." He said "Yes, Master." I moved close to
the attacker, and released him, and he tried to attack me. I grabbed
him in a hug, and gave him all my love. He relaxed almost to the point
of collapse, and was caught by the other monk when I let him go. Then
he stood straight, and said to me, "I feel the difference. It will not
happen again. Oh! I remember that life! I deserved more than you did to
me. Thank you for your mercy. Oh, I see auras now! Yours is gigantic!"
I said "So I've been told. If it were made of feathers, I would have a
very nice bed." He stared at my grin, and burst out laughing. The Abbot
joined him.
I said to the Abbot, "His third eye is now fully open. I think he
should have an alignment soon, and perhaps some medicine." I made the
silvery sphere, and then had a finely carved jade bowl in my hands,
with some of Tomba's anti-nausea medicine sloshing around in it. I gave
it to the astounded Abbot, and said, "You may give it to him in this.
One of my carvings, which is my gift to you." He gave it to the Monk to
drink, who felt better right away. I asked him, "Friend or enemy?" He
said "Friend, absolutely, Master!" I asked another Monk, "What are
enemies for?" He couldn't think of anything. I said "To make friends
of." He nodded thoughtfully, and continued to think. So did many
others. We walked back to the meeting hall. On the way, I said to the
Abbot, "You believe, now." He said "You forgive me?" I said "I would,
if there were something to forgive. We should question the unusual. Who
wants to be fooled?" I wondered what he would think, when he noticed
the carving on the bowl was of what I had just seen in his Temple.
We all gathered in the meeting hall. I hugged the Abbot with all my
love, and helped him to sit in his chair. By then I was glowing, and I
turned to face the gathered monks, and let them all have my love. Then
I had to ground myself again, and as usual, I jumped. I said to the
Abbot, "We all have to live with what the body needs to do. Shocking!"
He almost choked. I said "Farewell. I love you all." I shielded myself
from sight and psionics, and then ported away, and then let the silvery
shield dissolve.
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