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Date: Mon, 19 Aug 2013 18:21:07 -0400
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Stephen's Secure Blog #214
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 #214 "Potala Palace"
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In a meeting with Pete, Chad, and Tomba, after I had visited some
Temples in Hong Kong, Pete said, "The top of the Chinese government is
er, discombobulated." I grinned and said, "Try explaining that word to
them, to make them more so." He laughed. Chad poked me. He said "They
realize what you're doing, but can't decide what to do about it, or
you, because the reports they are getting are so unusual." I said with
a grin, "They can't do anything at all, without furthering my goal.
They can't stop me from traveling in their country, because I'm not
traveling. They can't keep me from the Temples unless they blockade
them, and they know by now I can port to inside them. They can tell the
Monks not to have anything to do with me, but they know that won't be
obeyed, and can't enforce it without tearing down all the Temples."
Tomba said "They know you are regarded by Buddhists as at least a
living Saint, and know that by opposing you, they will be in big
trouble with all Buddhists."
I said "I'll be visiting the Temples in Tibet soon." Tomba said "I
envision a lot of repair work for you." I said "I don't mind. But I do
have a question. Should I remove the radioactive waste and
manufacturing sites on this trip, or next year?" Chad said "How will
you do it?" I said "I will port the people who are working at those
sites to Tiananmen Square, and then port the entire facilities to fall
into an orphan star. After that, I will be monitoring the border, and
will do that to any transport which tries to bring more of that into
Tibet." Chad said "I can't decide that one." The other two nodded. We
discussed some other tactics. Chad said "I like that tank idea! I wish
you could do it now, but it needs to wait until you are on the
offensive, so you can claim credit." Pete said "I agree." Tomba said "I
would like to say do it now, but they're right." I said to him, "I'm
really itching to do that, but I know I have to wait." Pete said "Tying
aliens to Tibet sounds like a very good idea. It might work if you can
play it just right." I said "The only problem with that, is he won't
ever see results." We didn't have anything more to discuss.
My next tactic was something really different. I wandered around the
city of Dharamsala, in Northern India, the home of the Tibetan
Government in Exile. Just waking in the open. I was noticed a lot, by
all different kinds of people. Some bowed to me, and I returned it.
When somebody approached me with purpose, I did my silvery vanishing
act. I did this for most of a week, and created quite a stir. The
Tibetan religious authorities knew who I was, and figured out what I
was doing, and something of why, and helped spread the news. Then I
ported to Tibet, and walked to the Potala Palace in the capital city of
Lhasa. It's mostly a museum now, and had been severely damaged a lot of
times in the past, with very poor repairs made. It had been the
residence of the Dalai Lama and the government, before China invaded
and took over the country. I spent days wandering around the place,
with my Ki flowing fully. I was bowed to a lot, and a lot of guards
wanted to question me, and probably worse, but none did. My Ki
prevented that. I fixed things. By the time I was finished, the
building was fully repaired, and every weapon in it possessed by a non
Tibetan had been ported away. And every chair belonging to a Chinese
official, was crushed. Their reactions to that happening under them
were interesting. Well, I thought so.
Then I visited some Temples in India, not in Dharamsala, and not
fully Tibetan. I spent a week doing that, with nothing unusual
happening. I was greeted well, and that was mostly that. I gave them
gifts and my love. Then I checked in with the Abbot of Shaolin, and
then ported to him for a private meeting. He grinned at me when I
ported in, and said, "Great work!" I grinned and said, "What happened
to overly polite greetings?" He said "Are they required between
subversive conspirators?" I said "I don't know the rule on that, but
probably not." We hugged. I said "So, what caused that unusual
outburst?" He said "Everything. Showing yourself in Dharamsala, to much
frustration. What you did in Lhasa. Very funny, the chairs." I said
"Did they report that all the weapons in the building mysteriously
vanished at the same time?" He said in surprise, "No they didn't!" I
said "Or that the building is now repaired the way it is supposed to
be?" He said "Something of that, but not in connection to you. But I
think that will happen in time." I said "So what is your own news you
are so excited to tell me in person?" He said, "Is not the pleasure of
my company enough?" We laughed.
He said "We had a visitor from the government. They had a problem
believing the recordings, so I was questioned, and so were a number of
other Monks taken at random. All accounts agreed, which caused the
official much beautiful frustration." I said with a grin, "I've never
heard it said that way before." He laughed. He said "Then he demanded
to see your gift, the bowl. He obviously admired the artistry and
workmanship, in spite of himself, but was confounded by your name and
date on it. He knew that carving could not have been done in the time
you were here, but carving the exact date, and my name as Abbot, far in
advance of that surprise happening, would be almost as impossible." I
said "More beautiful frustration." We laughed. He said "There is more,
which surprised me, too." I nodded and said, "He tried to take it out
of the Temple." He said "Yes. It wouldn't leave. Every time he went
through the gate, it vanished from his hands, and went back to where
you presented it to me." I said "I had set that er, feature into all
the portable gifts I gave to the Temples, just for that possibility."
He said "You knew they would take them?" I said "Not the way you mean,
but strongly suspected. I dislike thieves." He said with a grin, "I
support that."
I said "What do you think I should do next?" He said "I don't know.
Your goals are simple, but how you want to create the exact result you
desire, and what that is, is beyond me." I said "My biggest problem is
not the Chinese government. It's the Tibetan government in exile. Their
demands are not realistic, or in agreement with the current generation
of their people. The reality is, China is investing billions of dollars
in their country, and doing great good with that, which many citizens
like and appreciate. It's true that is their purpose, but still is
needed. Cutting that off would be harmful. Then, the exiles claim too
much land. They are probably not going to have all of that, and they
won't change their minds easily. I have to convince them to accept
less, or nothing." He said "I didn't realize the problem was so big!" I
nodded, and said, "It will take years. I may have to wait for some of
then to die, before I can succeed. And I really want to succeed before
Lhamo passes." He said "Who is that?" I said "In a former life, he was
my young student. Now he has a different name, and is the 14th Dalai
Lama. I don't want to go to him for the last time, a failure." He bowed
and said, "I understand. You know I will help you any way I can." I
said "Well, isn't that what friends are for?" He said "You honor me." I
said "No, it's mine. Want to argue about it?" He grinned and said,
"Yes, but I won't." I grinned back.
I said "Next, I will visit Labrang Monastery in Gansu provence. It's
a big Tibetan Buddhist Monastery, which has had some recent unrest." He
said "And you are going to unrest it some more?" I said "I don't know.
We will just have to wait and see. Whatever happens, it is not likely
to be enthusiastically reported." He said "That will be disappointing."
I said "For you, I wouldn't like that. There is a way, a private way,
to prevent that disappointment. I could ask one of my students to
provide you with a recording of my visit there, if it becomes
interesting. The medium of the recording could create a problem,
though. Hours of video would take up a lot of space and time to view,
and would not be secure. It could be copied and seen elsewhere, but
here being the source would cause you significant trouble. There is
another way storing that information, which would be for you alone. Is
this something you would accept?" He said "Yes it is." After a fast
mental contact with Rose, a crystal elephant appeared in my open palm.
I said "This contains a recording of my visit to some elephants. It
will only work for those with at least half open Third Eyes. You hold
it to your forehead and push your object sense into it. Then you will
experience the entire visit in a second." I gave it to him, and he
said, "Wow!" I said "I hear that a lot." He grinned, while still
reading the crystal.
When he finally put it down, he said, "I think this is more of a
treasure than your gift of the bowl." I said, to change the subject,
"How is the the newly awakened man with the repaired leg, doing?" He
said "Very well. Unexpectedly well, I should say." I said "I saw his
potential when I first met him, and was impressed by all his good
qualities, as I was later, by yours. He will go far. I think it
wouldn't harm him if he knew I was asking about him." He grinned and
said, "I think so, too, and will share the viewing of the elephants
with him." I said "Good. I just had an idea. What kind of gift can you
show to uninvited outsiders, which would really frustrate the
government meddler?" He grinned and said, "A gigantic flowerpot?" I
went to the main hall, and he pointed. I said "Not in symmetry. There
should be two, then." He said "I didn't want to appear greedy." I said
"Too late!" He laughed. I said "Ah! That's what I'll put on them." I
made two big silvery spheres, which dissolved to show two gigantic
imperial jade urns, with cavings of the fat laughing Buddha all over
them. In each, sticking up out of the top, was a sign saying, "Flowers
go here." He laughed at that, and again when he saw the carvings. I
said "It has one more feature. Touch one." He did, and felt my love and
happy laughter. He laughed. I said "When that government sour-face
touches it, he will have to laugh. I hope he recognizes the sound." He
laughed his head almost off his shoulders.
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