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Date: Wed, 04 Sep 2013 19:01:44 -0400
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Stephen's Secure Blog #221
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 #221 "Sera Monastery in Tibet"
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I ported to near the Sera Monastery in Tibet, just North of the
capital, Lhasa. I felt that was noticed by a whole lot of people. This
time, I didn't walk to them, because there were too many entrances to
the different schools and other buildings. I didn't want to upset the
protocol they might want to use. I waited. I saw a lot of interest in
the windows and doorways, but nobody came to get me for a while. After
sixteen minutes, a delegation came out to me. The Lama in the lead,
addressed me by name and rank, and I did the same. We bowed. He asked
me why I had not come to them, and I told him. He said "I thank you for
your thoughtfulness, and apologize for failing to consider that." I
smiled and said, "I didn't know how much Sera might have changed since
I was last here." He knew I meant other lives. As we walked, he said,
"Few of us were here when you were. Many died in the invasion and the
first fight for freedom. Many more fled."
I said "Death of the body is not the end. Please be comforted by
that." He said "I must admit that your presence does have that affect
for me." I said "I am grateful for the opportunity to provide that
service. That is one of the reasons why I still remain." He bowed low
me, which is not easy while walking up a hill. Or worse, down one. I
said "I do not think poorly of those who fled, for what they did. They
did so mostly to preserve their way of life and their beliefs, and not
purely because of fear of death. They didn't know if their country
would survive. I do fault them in part for not returning when they
could have. Now we must decide if they are truly of this country, and
are not really of India. Who shall be who, in the coming year, and who
decides that, are the biggest questions, not if this country will be
free." He looked surprised, and said, "You have given me much to think
on." I grinned at him, and he returned it, and said, "Such was your
intent. Always The Master Teacher." I said "I hear that a lot." He
laughed.
We walked up a lot of steps, and into the entrance of a very large
meeting hall. I asked for us to stop. I said "What do you think of the
idea of you going on ahead and informing them of our communication,
before I appear before them, and have to repeat it?" He said "I feel
indecisive." I said "And while we are waiting on that, the opportunity
is extending." He grinned and said, "I should have known, Master." He
did what I suggested, and came back for me. I said to him."Well said.
It's all my fault. Oh however can I survive that?" He laughed. We
walked into the hall. There were a lot of Monks there, and five on the
stage, facing an empty chair. I whispered to the Monk, "I should assume
I am to sit in the unoccupied chair?" He whispered back, "It is there
for you." I said "It would be interesting if I chose to sit in the
empty air, instead." He looked surprised and very interested, and said,
"Indeed it would." I said "Then let us do it this way. I will sit as
they expect. Then I will motion you to me, and you will pull the chair
out from under me, and I will not have fallen. Do you agree to this, if
I tell them after that, it was at my request?" He looked very surprised
and said, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I will do just as you
say." I said "Good, my brave friend."
I walked up the steps to the stage. They stood, and we all bowed, and
we sat at the same time. I then motioned to my escort, and he came
behind me, and pulled the chair out from under me. I acted like I
didn't notice, sitting on an invisible 4th chair. I motioned for him to
sit in the chair he still held. He looked at the five, and one nodded,
and he did. Another of the five said, after I had named them in
introductions, while indicating the chair, "I have to ask, why?" I said
with a grin, "That is why." They all grinned at that, like in the
challenge to a debate. I said "We were discussing the seating
arrangement, when I proposed something different. There was obvious
interest, so I requested support for my proposal. You know who I am, so
you know there is at least one lesson in this. Shall we discuss it?"
They all looked very cautious. I tried not to laugh, which they
noticed, and almost laughed, themselves.
I motioned to my escort, and said, "May I?" They all nodded in
evident relief. I asked him, "My brave friend, what are your thoughts
on this?" He was aware of the byplay, and very excited, when he said,
"What you think you need, and what you think others need, isn't always
a true need." I said "VERY good! I couldn't have said it better
myself." He was very happy. His superiors were very thoughtful. The
leader of them said, "We are intended to add this to what you
communicated at Labrang." I nodded. He said "May we have the
opportunity to discuss this among ourselves?" I said "Absolutely! May
Rhamcha show me around?" He said "Absolutely!" We all stood, and in a
fraction of a second, I ported the six chairs to the back of the stage,
and ported finely caved imperial green jade chairs in their place,
using my silvery method. There were some shocked noises from the
audience of Monks. It took a little longer for those on the stage to
notice. They tried not to look amazed, and failed. I wiggled my
eyebrows at them, and they all had a lot of trouble suppressing their
giggles.
Outside the hall, I said to Rhamcha, "Speak." He said with some
excitement, "That lesson is chairs are easy to move or change. Not so,
people." I said "Exactly. Now another. Will they understand that, or
even realize there was a lesson in it?" His mouth dropped open. I
nodded. I said "It is not them I am here to meet." Tears of humility
flowed out of his eyes and down his cheeks. I said "Things will change.
This country needs people who are intelligent enough to understand
that, and brave enough to embrace it. You saw how cautious they were,
so that they couldn't even think. YOU impressed me, not they. I expect
little usefulness from them. Tell me, what do I need from this
Monastery?" He said "That's simple. What we are noted for; debate!" I
said "Yes. And what is it you are to debate?" He said "What we really
want for our country, and what it is we really need." I said "Yes. Even
the simplest thing, is a big question. Such as what shape should the
country be? What borders? What should be included, and what should be
left out? A reminder, greed doesn't earn respect from those who would
give. Then, what to do about the Han who have moved here, and are, at
the least, disrespected. Whatever is done, would it be fair? Are simple
shopkeepers really to blame for all this? What happens if all the
Chinese police and army were to leave? India covets territory. What is
to stop them from taking it? Why else do you think they let so much of
Tibet to settle there? This country has no way of making money on its
own, except a little bit in tourism, and is not growing enough food to
feed its current population. China is pouring money into this country,
which is very much needed. That might stop. Never forget, the clock
always moves forward, never back." He said "I have VERY much to think
about. And debate."
I said "To me, China isn't the problem. I can make them do what I
want, very easily. Yes, what I did to those chairs, I can do to
ANYTHING, including their missiles, even whole cities. The problem is,
what do I want? I want what is best for the people here. But what is
that? That's what I need to know, before I can make it happen. Is it
fair that I decide that for myself? No, it is NOT. I'm not going to ask
you if you understand, because I know you do." He nodded. I said "The
future of Tibet is to be built. YOU, and others like you, are the
people who should tell me what it should be, because it is you who will
be doing and living it." He cried again. I said "You need to stop that,
or people will think I have been abusing you." He almost choked. I
hugged him with all my love. He cried again. I said "Maybe I SHOULD
abuse you. Then you might laugh." He did laugh, so hard in reaction, he
fell down. I sat with him until he recovered. Then I stood, and pulled
him up.
He was surprised at how strong I was, which he said. I said "Who I am
and what I can do, was and is not a gift. I worked and trained so hard,
only one in a billion could have survived it, for many lifetimes." He
said "Could you teach us to become as you?" I said "If I had not had
such complete control, the forces I used to enable me to sit in the air
would have killed me, and possibly many others. Also, I transported
those chairs individually, but in separate processes. That ability
requires multiple independent conscious mind compartments. Those skills
need to be developed in early childhood, before the third eye opens
fully. I established the training methods for those things, and more,
in my last incarnation, before I intentionally reincarnated into my own
great grandson to finish my work. I do have students who can do almost
all I can do, if not as well. They come from all over the world, and
beyond. Unfortunately, we have not found any qualified candidates from
this country, or from the Han." I told him what the qualifications
were. I said, "Now that you know, you can look for students for us." He
said "Beyond?" I grinned and said, "Did you think my method of er,
transportation is restricted to just one planet?" He said "Wow!" I said
"I have to agree."
I said "You are going to have a problem. You will be spending more
time with me than your superiors, who will know it is because I favor
you over them. Your peers will know this, too, which will place you
above them. I know you have already considered some of this." He said
"You see thoughts?" I said "I have the ability to see and experience
them, and memories, of others, fully, including at times into their
past lives. But I don't do that casually. I have no need to, except in
an extreme emergency. Invasion of privacy disgusts me. What I know of
peoples' thoughts is from my observations of their body movements,
facial expressions, and emotions. And two more things which ties it all
together. My intelligence is sixteen times higher than average, and I
have 74,000 years of experience with people, including an extensive
study of psychology. But, stop trying to avoid the original subject."
He said "Wow!" And then he said, "You have caught me. I am trying not
to think of that. It will happen, and I will accept it." I said "As in
all things, how you prepare for an event, will determine in large part,
the outcome of it. Avoiding that, leaves you at the mercy of others,
and their will. In this, that would be bad for ALL, perhaps more than
you know at this time." He stood straighter, and said, "You are
correct. I WILL prepare. Please tell me, how is it that you are always
right?" I said "That is simple. While I can make mistakes and be wrong,
I have to say that is very rare. Why that is so, is because I do
something which is different from what most people do. Nobody has ever
guessed what that is. Would you like to try?" He said "I can see only
one simple answer. You try not to be wrong. Wow! That's it! I see it
has to be. People often say and do things which are wrong, because they
didn't care to make sure they were right before acting. They just
didn't care enough!" I said "I am extremely proud of you. Don't, or you
will have to drink a lot more water!" He laughed instead of crying.
I said "Pride, because of too much self, acts to interfere with our
ability to doubt ourselves, which then limits our ability to believe we
can be wrong, which causes us to often be wrong, because we are not
motivated to test our beliefs for truth. In short, we become what we
don't believe we can become." He said "Wow! Thank you very much, Master
Teacher. How do we overcome that?" I said "Did you think I would
describe the problem, without offering a solution?" He grinned and
said, "Yes, if you meant the student to devise it." I said "You just
caused yourself to acquire a task." He laughed, and said, "I will think
on it."
We walked around, and discussed the facilities. He said "How is it
you know the names of all we meet?" I said "I get asked that a lot,
now. I don't know. When I should know them, I do, without thinking or
trying. I have a guess, but it is so fantastic, I have never voiced
it." We were silent for a while. Then he said, "I have to ask!" I
grinned and said, "Do you consider that you failed that test?" He
grinned back, and said, "Yes, Master Teacher, and without shame." I
nodded. I said "In a ceremony in Thailand, I was moved to share my love
with the world. I drew so much power for that, it stopped my resistance
to the pull of that existence you know as Nirvana, and my spirit went
there, before I wanted it to. I was helped to return, at my plea, and
given the task to free this country. I think that somewhere in that
love broadcast, and my fleeting visit to that place, I touched
everybody in the world in a way I had not before, and came to know
them, or part of them, which contains their names." He was in shock,
for multiple reasons. Then he whispered in awe, "You really ARE a
Bodhisattva! Some had doubted that. I do not. I think your guess is
reasonable, given what happened to you, but I understand why you don't
express it often. It can't be proved, and you don't want to say what
might be wrong." I said "So much suffering. So much future. So much
depends on my being right. I have to be right! But how do I know? How
will ever know?" He hugged me in my tears. Then I said, "Thank you, my
brave friend. You might be interested to know that I have just been
informed that my guess is correct." He said "Wow!" I said with a grin,
"I have to agree."
We walked around some more. I said "Do you know that some of the
buildings are unstable and dangerous?" He said "Some, yes. I think some
can't be repaired and will have to be torn down, but we do not have the
money for that, even though we do receive some from charities." I said
grinned and said "Me. Yes, I can do short sentences, too." He almost
choked. I said "Safety first!" He grinned. I said "I did that to the
Potala Palace, but I don't know if anybody has noticed." He grinned
really wide, and said, "But they did notice the chairs, and how
selective their crushing was." I said "As I intended. I haven't seen a
report about the weapons, though. I removed all of them from the
Chinese in the building, at the same time as the chair er, action." He
said "We didn't know of it." We walked around the rest of the day. In
late afternoon, I said, "They have finished their discussion. Not
because they came to any useful conclusions, but because they just
became tired of repeating themselves, uselessly." He laughed. I told
him what I planned, and he was surprised, but agreed. That also
included what he would tell, and not tell the five, of our
conversation.
We went to see the Abbots. They didn't volunteer anything about their
discussion. I said "I plan to visit the other Temples and Monasteries
in and around Lhasa. I request that Rhamcha accompany me, and guide
me." The lead Abbot said, "We would be honored that one of our
Monastery would accompany you." I grinned and said, "And glad to
receive his reports." They had the grace to look embarrassed. I grinned
wider. Rhamcha and I walked outside. I said "For some reason, I don't
breathe as freely in their presence." He looked startled, and then
said, "I just realized, I have felt that way, also." I nodded. I said
"I will return tomorrow morning. You have much to think about. To aid
in this, take this crystal. It contains all you and I have discussed,
divided into chapters, and what the Five discussed, in a separate
chapter. It also contains other discussions from other places and times
of interest. You read it by putting it to your forehead and using your
object sense, so it will not work for anybody who doesn't have one, or
is of The Dark, or those five Abbots. It is on a chain, so you can let
others read it, without losing possession of it. If it is taken from
you by force, I will know it, and will be very displeased, and will act
to repair the situation. I expect to be adding to it, as we progress on
our journey." He expressed his thanks. I said "Now I will give Sera of
me. You will experience it more than the rest." I raised my arms and
glowed, and gave all of Sera my love, and wrapping Rhamcha in it. Then
I ported away, in silver form.
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