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Date: Thu, 15 Aug 2013 14:01:40 -0400
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Stephen's Secure Blog #212
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 #212 "White Horses and Shaolin"
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I ported to near the White Horse Temple in Henan Province. I felt
that was noticed. I walked to the main gate of the Temple, which was
red, like most. There was a uniformed guard who looked at me strangely,
but didn't say anything. I went in, and saw more guards. Then some
Monks came out from a large pagoda. They had ID badges on their robes.
They bowed to me, and I returned it. A guard saw that, and ran to get
his boss, who came and asked the Monks what was happening. They said
they were welcoming a very important visitor. He said "Why wasn't I
informed of this?" The senior Monk said, "We didn't know, until now,
when we felt him arrive." He said "You FELT him?" I said so he could
hear, "They did feel my arrival." He turned to me and said, "Who are
you?" I said "I am Stephen." He said "You don't look important." I said
"Please tell me how one who is to be important should look, and I will
try to comply." The arriving Abbot had a difficult time concealing his
reaction to that. The boss guard didn't know what to say. Then he said,
"Are you a Buddhist?" I said "Yes." He said "Do you have a Temple?"
I said "I am the Abbot of my own Temple, and acknowledged master of
the Abbots of some other Temples. Some of my titles are Lama Stephen
Rinpoche, Master of Abbots, and The Master Teacher. And, I am Love." He
said "You do not wear robes." I said with a smile, "I noticed that
before you did. It would attract too much attention in my travels, and
I am who I am to ALL Buddhists. There are different Traditions and
Schools, who wear different kinds of robes. I can only wear one kind at
a time. To choose one over the other, would show favoritism, which is
not true to my feeling. I will show you the different robes I may
wear." In succession, I wore the illusion of them. After returning to
normal, I said to the stunned guard, "Do you have a preference?" He
bowed and said, "No, Master. Please enjoy your visit." I said "Thank
you." I gave him my love, and he was shocked. I smiled again, and said,
"Yes, that was me. I am Love." He bowed again, which I returned.
The Abbot came to me and said, "Be welcome, Master Teacher." We
bowed. After moving away from the boss guard, he whispered to me,
"Already your visit is a blessing to us. He has been er, annoying. He
may now be less so." I said "Even less when he will be made aware that
I will be watching over this Temple, after he sees some other things I
might do." We grinned at each other. We went into the pagoda. The other
Monks followed, and we sat. I said "He is being asked by his own
people, and some tourists, to explain what happened. He is having some
difficulty, which is making him more than a little uncomfortable. He
struck one of the guards! Please excuse me." I stood and ported to in
front of the boss, and said, "You may NOT strike another in this Holy
Temple!" He said "You can't tell me what to do!" I said "Strange, I
just did, so I can. How can you guard the Holy Relics here, and not
honor what they represent?"
He ignored that, and said, "I am in charge here!" I said "Not if I
tell your supervisor what you have done, and show him movies which
prove it." He said "You can't. There were no cameras pointed at us." I
projected into the air, him striking the guard, and told him the name
of his supervisor, and his supervisor. He hit me in the face. His hand
pained him. His other hand went to his gun, and I stopped it. I said in
my command voice out loud, and deep into his brain and mind, "Hear me
and obey! From this moment forward, to the end of your life, you will
never lie, and you will answer all questions your superiors ask you.
You will not strike another person, or use any weapon against another
person, not even to defend yourself, in any Temple or Monastery, or
place which others believe are Holy, or because of anything which
happens in those places. You will respect me and all the Monks here,
and in those other places, and will say no word, and do no act, against
them. Do you understand all I have said to you? If you do, say yes." He
said "Yes." I said "You will obey! Now go about your normal business."
He turned and walked off, very surprised.
I went back into the pagoda, and sat down. The others followed. After
all were settled, I said, "I apologize for the interruption." The Abbot
said, "He struck you!" I said "Yes, but I did not allow him to actually
touch me. I prefer a gentler touch. I could not act against him in
justice, until he did that. He will obey. He has no choice, now. I
don't like doing that, but I will not allow that kind of behavior in a
Temple. It's interesting, that in each Temple I visit, I am tested in
some different way. So, how is life here?" We talked about the usual
things, and then he took me on a tour. There were wonderful sculptures,
precious carved and decorated boxes, and some relics. One of those was
a finger. A VERY old finger. It wasn't in view, but I examined it
inside its container. We discussed the history of the Temple, which was
very interesting.
We went back to the meeting room, and sat again. I said "I have
enjoyed my visit here. Great art and history. May I give you something
of my own art, to add to it?" He said "We will love any gift of yours."
I did the silvery transformation again, and produced a uniquely carved
jade bowl. It was of green imperial jade, but the two horse sculptures
on the sides were in white jade. His eyes almost popped out, when I
handed it to him. I said "If the guards see it and think it is one of
the treasures they are guarding, you can show them where it has my name
and date on it, and your name as the one who received it." I stood, and
he stood, and I motioned he should put the bowl down. He did, and I
held out my arms. He came into them, and I hugged him with all my love.
I helped him to sit. I was glowing again. I turned to the rest in the
room, and gave all in the Temple, even the tourists, my love. Then I
did the silvery shield and ported away.
I ported to near the Shaolin Temple in Henan Province. That was
really noticed. I couldn't help smiling at that. I walked to the
entrance, and there was already a Senior Monk waiting for me. We bowed
to each other, and went in. I was being led to a meeting room, when I
stopped and said, "There is somebody injured here. Take me to him." He
said "It is of no matter. Not worth your time." I said "You would
decide for me how I would use MY time?" He realized he had made a big
mistake in manners. He bowed deeply and said, "I was wrong! I
apologize. We will go there." We did, but I was in the lead, which he
accepted with some embarrassment. We went to a Monk's private cell. He
was lying on a cot, with a broken lower leg, which was badly set and
crudely splinted. I said to him, addressing him by name, "Please tell
me how this happened." He looked afraid, and didn't speak. I addressed
the Senior Monk by his name, and said, "Please cause my question to be
answered." He didn't say anything. I said "Many would tell you it is
not wise to deny me." He said "I am not allowed to say." I said "Who
has made that restriction?" He said "The Abbot." I said "I will ask
him, and allow you to see and hear that." I projected the image of the
room the Abbot was in, waiting for me. I said in the air near him, so
all could hear, "I am Stephen. I am with a man who is injured. He will
not tell me what happened, and neither will the person you sent to meet
me, who has told me you will not allow it. Please tell me." He said
"Welcome Master Teacher. Please, it is a private matter." I said "I
will know. It will be in a nice way, or any why which works, which may
include some suffering, but I WILL know. Choose." He said "I cannot."
I made a double life size image of my head float in the air, and said
to the group who had assembled, "Is there any person here who will tell
me?" One leaked a thought that he wanted to, but in secret. I contacted
him mentally, so no one would notice, and told him that, and he told me
the story. I thanked him for his bravery, and complemented his mental
skill. I checked out his story, and found it was true. I said to the
Abbot, "I do not approve of causing a serious injury as a punishment.
And most importantly, NOT AGAINST A PERSON WHO HAS DONE NO WRONG! You
will tell me all about it now, or suffer the consequences." Silence. I
said "The person who actually committed the crime, and and those who
gave false testimony, and the person who required the unfair
punishment, will suffer the feeling of that punishment until amends are
made." Three student Monks in the crowd, and the Abbot, all screamed in
pain and surprise, and grabbed their legs.
I killed the projection, and ported the Monk with me, and the injured
man, and myself to the dais. I let the man down gently. I said to the
Abbot in command voice, "You will hear and obey! You will answer all my
questions with the truth! If you understand what I have said, say yes."
He had tried to block me, but I pushed right past it with overwhelming
power, and set the command in his brain in such a way he would have to
cause himself total amnesia to remove, and linked the pain in his leg
to that. He struggled not to say it, but he did say "Yes." I said "You
will obey!" He slumped down, and looked very afraid, and whispered,
"Such power!" It being dead quite in the room then, all heard it. I
said "That was barely a taste of my power. You should already know who
I am, and not be surprised by that. Why did you ignore the truth, and
cruelly punish an innocent man?" He tried not to, but said, "They are
from powerful families. He is not." I said "Did you know that others
knew the truth?" He said "Yes." I said "So you disgraced yourself, your
office, and this Temple, in order that some powerful families might not
make trouble for you?" He said "Yes, but for this Temple as well." I
said gently, "This Temple has had troubles before, and has always come
back. Are you sure it wasn't your own self which was your major
concern?" He said, very much against his will, "It was." I said "Think
well on this; what would harm the Temple the most, what those powerful
families might do, or what you, yourself, have done to this Temple, in
supporting lies over truth, and deliberately harming an innocent
person, causing all here to distrust you, the Temple, and the
principles for which it stands? Worse, forcing others to betray their
own principles at your command?" He said "You are correct. What I did
was far worse for the Temple and its people, than its complete
destruction."
I said "I will heal your victim. What else should be done to heal the
Temple, and others in it?" He said, and without resisting, "I will
resign as Abbot. I will personally apologize to all who have been
harmed by my wrong actions. What else should be done is to be chosen by
you and the next Abbot." I said "A reasonable start. There is something
you still have not considered. Sometimes I am given to see something of
the future, or possible futures. Now, more than ever, this should show
us why being fair is so important. By not correcting those who were
guilty, thereby reinforcing, by approval, their bad natures which had
caused their bad actions, and by injuring another who they had disliked
for his goodness, enforcing their sadistic tendencies, you would have
created such monsters for the future, that the whole world would have
suffered from their depravity. Consequences multiplied. Now it won't
happen. How fortunate I came here today, I hope you never have to
realize in full. Please wait while I heal your victim."
I went to the man, and knelt down next to him, and said, "You will
sleep while I heal you. Do you agree that I do this?" He looked at me
in wonder, and said, "Please, Master." He went under, and I removed the
splint. His leg hadn't been treated properly, so it took longer to
heal. Seven minutes later, I woke him up, and he stood and said, "It's
all healed!" I grinned at him, "Did you think I couldn't?" He grinned
back and said, "I admit to having a small doubt, but it was very
small." I bowed to him, which he returned. I said to the three student
monks who were still grabbing their legs, "I see you have noticed that
your pain still remains. Only you can reduce that, by your own actions
and feelings." I said in command voice, "You will remain here the
expected time, and you will not tell what has happened of this
situation to your families, or who might tell your families. As you
improve yourselves by actions and feelings, your pain will diminish.
Help others. Sacrifice for them, feel for them in a nice way, and give
them what help they need to become better people, and YOU will become
better people, and your pain will go away. Do you understand what I
have said to you?" They did. I said "You will obey!"
I said to the others in the room, "Do not be cruel to them, but help
them to work off their burden, to help them become better people. Do
not be as them, but be as YOU should be, who they should look to as
worthy examples of the best of our kind. What do you say about that?"
All positive comments. I said to the Abbot, "How would the next Abbot
be usually chosen?" He said "If alive, the former Abbot choses. I
should not. The second method is the candidates should choose one of
their own. If they can't, other Temples are asked to help." I said "I
agree with your decision. It is wise. I will now remove the pain in
your leg." I did that. Then I said, "Please assemble the candidates."
Five Senior Monks came to the front. I said to them, "All of you,
please think at me who should be Abbot." They showed they approved of
that way, and I felt their choice. I said "Four of you agree on the
choice. The fifth is indecisive, because of humility. It is he who you
have chosen." I stood in front of him, who was the Monk who had told me
the truth, and said, "Greetings, new Abbot of Shaolin Temple. I know
you will do well, even if you have doubts." He was stunned, and the
other candidates grinned at him, with happiness and love.
I said "You have some work to do, in organizing things. I will return
in a week, so you can show me your Temple. Now, all please have my
love." I glowed and gave all my love to them. Then I made my silvery
exit.
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