Stephen's Secure Blog #220
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 Fall of year 7 of his special
school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #220 "TV Station Manager"
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I met with the TV station manager. After polite things, he said, "We
have had a lot of enquiries about our reporting, and of and about you."
I said with a grin, "And this is a surprise?" He laughed. He said "And
not surprising was some of the sources. The Chinese government demanded
all I had of you. I referred them to our government. I've not heard
from either of them about it since then." I said "The Thai government
will not do anything against my wishes, or what they think would be my
wishes. This has been so even before I became noticed by the public."
He said "Have you been in contact with them about this?" I grinned and
said "No." He knew not to go after that. I said "However, I HAVE been
in contact with the top of the Chinese government recently, just before
the show. Most of those encounters didn't go all that well. For them."
He laughed.
I said "If you want to know more, I should explain." He did, so I
said, "Some background. This is my second intentional incarnation.
That's right. I chose to be the people I became. I have been known for
many incarnations as The Master Teacher, in Buddhism. I remember those
lives and more, going back 74,000 years. I am too powerful of a being
to remain in this form. I am called to what some people call Nirvana. I
am resisting that, in this, my last life, so I can finish my work. At
the start of this Summer, I was recognized officially in a ceremony in
Chiang Mai, as such, and given the title of Master of Abbots, by two
Abbots of different Temples and Traditions. Oh, and I have my own
Temple in the country of Belize. During that ceremony, I broadcast my
love to the entire world. I could not keep from doing that, because I
AM love. Unfortunately, my use of that much power forced me out of this
life. I was helped back, and allowed to remain, in exchange for
completing a task. That being, to free Tibet. In order to do that, I
made plans. Part of that required me to use public acclaim as a means
of persuasion. I don't like that at all, but I don't have much choice.
I'm doing it. I have been visiting places in a particular order, and
managing my fame to increase in it a way which works with that. I will
be visiting Temples and Monasteries in Tibet, next. I told some people
in China not to interfere with that. Most did not react with love."
He said three wows in a row. He said "You are a Bodhisattva?" I said
"While I dislike and don't agree with the religious connotation, by all
parts of all definitions of the concept, I am. I see your question.
Religions are created by man, and are far removed from what their
unintended founders believed in and wanted. I am a Buddhist because I
agree with the wisdom of The Buddha, who would be horrified that people
worship him like a God. I agree with most of what Jesus said, too.
Unfortunately, the religions which have been created in his name are
strongly intolerant in their own corruption, of other similar beliefs,
so I can't call myself a Christian, although I act as he would have
approved, much more than most professed Christians." He said "Wow!" I
grinned and said, "I hear that a lot." He almost strangled. He said
"Would you be willing to say some of this in an interview?" I grinned
and said, "No." He looked really frustrated. I said "Sorry, I should
have said, 'Not at this time'. And not all in one interview." He said
"That I can agree with."
I said "There will be another music show at the Siam, which will be
announced in a few weeks, when I finalize the program. In that will be
my first public comment about Tibet. Just a small reference." He said
"I understand. You are building this up slowly." I said "If I work this
right, there will be an agreement to free Tibet, without any anger or
violence, in a way which will benefit all concerned. I can convince the
Chinese easily. They respect power, and I can demonstrate so much of
that, they will need to change their underwear. It's the Tibetan
Government in Exile, in Dharamsala, which is the problem. In their
arrogance, they don't accept their own lack of relevance, and are now
Tibet's worst enemy. Naturally, I can't say that publicly, or it will
make things a lot worse. While pride is not the root of ALL evil, they
are making a good case for it." He said "Wow!" I grinned, and he
laughed. I said "I can do an interview after the next show." He said
"We need to carefully script that, so we don't interfere with your
plans." I said "It sure took a lot of work to make you say that." He
laughed really loudly. Then he said between chuckles, "They don't stand
a chance!" I said "I hope they realize that." He laughed in agreement.
I sent a projection like the last time, to the Chinese Premiere. I
said "Greetings. I trust you are well?" He smiled and said, "I am,
thank you. And you?" I said "I am and will always be in perfect health
until I decide to leave this life. I should inform you that any
recordings of my visits I don't authorize, will not work. This
projection, which includes my voice, is only experienced by you, and
not by any others." He said "Ah! That explains it." I said with a grin,
"Not really. I could have made that happen in a different way." He
laughed. I said "I hope you warned your people in Tibet about not
causing trouble. Are you aware that your government has demanded from a
Thai TV station, all the information they had about me?" He said, with
interest, "No, I was not aware." I said "I had hoped you hadn't done
that yourself. I didn't think somebody of your intelligence would
directly give a broadcast news department such er, news." He laughed
and said, "I am happy that you are correct. May I ask you some
questions?" I said "Yes, if you don't expect answers you expect." He
couldn't keep from smiling at that.
He said "Those chairs, and the other unusual effects you have
demonstrated. Do you use devices for that?" I said "I have not. It is
all from the abilities of my own mind and body. Each crushed chair,
done simultaneously, is accomplished by a separate independent and
conscious parallel process in my mind, and is not automated, because
individual care must be used where people are occupying the doomed
furniture. Even if I had a device which could crush chairs, it could
not be safely used where people are concerned. I'm a little
disappointed to think you might not have realized that." He said "On
reflection, so am I." I said "Here is something for your further
reflection, before I turn my attention elsewhere. In how I crushed the
chairs, and in my form of er, extended traveling, scale and distance
are not a concern, in the effects themselves, or in the remote
application of them. Please take care in informing your physicists of
that, lest you cause some of them to seek mental health services, if
not hair replacement." I said farewell, through his laughter, which
included the dropping of a memory card onto his desk.
I got a call about the museum they are building on Misnok. I ported
to the main museum director's office. He said "I have a list of
proposed materials for the building." I said "Alright. Where do you
want it?" He said "Now? All of it?" I said "Sure." He was confused and
at a loss. I said "I guess logistics isn't exactly your specialty." He
produced an embarrassed smile. I said "Right now, it's on my land near
my house, under a covering. I won't be available for constant
transportation service. I can move it closer to the building site on
request, but not piece by piece. One more thing. I've developed a new
painting method. It has depth, and a camera can see it. Here is an
example." I ported one in. He said "It does!" I said "I knew that." He
laughed. I said "I use shaped micro crystals in a special paint.
Unfortunately, it requires special talents to manage the application,
so I can't teach it. Should I assume you want some more?" He said "Yes
you should!" I said "When I have time, I'll make some. I've been very
busy with some other duties, which I should get back to. Farewell." I
ported away, leaving the painting.
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