Stephen's Secure Blog #240
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 #240 "Ralung Monastery"
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I ported to Rhamcha's office after permission. We sat. He grinned his
face almost in half. I said "If you talk about it, you're going to make
a tent." He laughed. He said "I told him you would know." I said "I
don't have to know. I know people, and I know you and him. And I know
how you feel, because you are pushing it all over so much, it would
make a plant happy." He laughed some more. I said "That you are happy,
makes me even more happy. Thank you." We bowed to each other. I said
"Would you like to know what I've been doing? Besides that." He laughed
again. He said "Please." I said "In America, and in many other places
where most people with very little in their skulls spend most of their
available time with their eyes locked onto the television screen, or
with their ears plugged with music playing devices, they love, respect,
and even worship those who perform the entertainment they are wallowing
in, much more than they do their religious or political leaders, or
their most intelligent and wise scholars. That's right. They place
singers and actors higher than all else, where only a short time ago in
history, they were the least respected people. So, if you want fame in
America, you have to murder a lot of people to get the attention of the
news media, which some bad people actually do for that reason, or you
become an entertainer. If you are very good, or somehow capture the
attention of the popular culture, you can become very famous and very
rich. Many of those people who know they don't deserve that kind of
fame, use the power that gives them to do good work, which this country
benefits from."
I said "What I am doing here is making me famous all over the world,
which the Chinese are almost tearing their hair out in frustration
about." He laughed. I said "I'm doing it for that reason, but also for
a much bigger reason, and I'm working to increase that fame by becoming
an entertainer. I play musical instruments better than anybody else,
and not just one, but all of them. And I sing well. What I have been
doing recently is making professional recordings which are going to be
sold all over the world. I think you can guess where the money I get
for that will go. Soon enough, I will be the most famous person in the
world. I would dislike every part of that, but I must do it, for my
goal. I need the support of those empty headed people. This will allow
them to do something useful when they help me, and for some, that will
be the first time in their lives." He said "I'm sorry for you that you
do what you don't like, but happy for us that you are doing it." I said
"Me too. Would you like to see and hear something of what I've been
recording?" He said "That's what Srinoy tells me is one of your stupid
questions." I said "I just gave him a mental poke about that. He's
laughing." I gave him a crystal. He read it, and then said "Wow!" I
said "Who is the best singer is a matter of opinion, because voices are
so different. With instruments, that can be heard. Here is an example."
I stung him with a flute. He said "I see what you mean. Er, hear what
you mean. That was incredible." I said "Part of that is I make my own
instruments of the best materials, and using the best science and
precision. This flute is of the most precious metal, and just that
would cost a fortune. So, now you know."
I said "Is there anything you would like to discuss?" He said "The
other Abbots have not made progress in the cooking lesson, but they
were in awe of what they know of you at Katok. From that, we have
learned more than ever, that different Traditions and institutions have
an important place in Buddhism and the world. Diversity is good. I
think that is one of the reasons for your grand tour. To help us see
that." I said "Yes. It is necessary for a good country that it be so.
You need a united but diverse people to build a useful country." He
said "We are learning more and more from you that just being free is
not enough for us to survive." I said "History has shown us VERY often,
that new countries seldom go the way the people who made that happen,
intended. And with horribly tragic results. I would like to avoid that
here. Another problem is that new countries don't have the ability to
defend themselves, and so have to align themselves with some more
powerful country. In these times, no country will defend this one
without demanding too much in return, if at all. We will NOT let this
country be attacked by any military. If somebody tries, I will
transport all the machines to very inconvenient places, and the people
in them to pack the offices and homes of those who ordered it. Er,
naked." He laughed. I said "I've done that before." He laughed some
more. I said "And with extensions." He almost fell out of his chair,
laughing. I said "Hmm, judging by that reaction, I shouldn't tell you
what else I've done of similar nature."
I stood, and said, "Ralung. Ready to go?" When he was, I ported us
there. I said "There are Red Hats here." He said "Yes. Do you wear a
hat?" I said "It is best that my white hair be visible, for
recognition. But I know what you mean. I have been of many Traditions
and Schools. I do not favor one over the others. Anyway, my favorite
color is the green of love." He said "That is not a surprise." We
grinned at each other, exchanging love. A Lama came out to welcome us.
I greeted him by name, and he smiled. We went into the meeting hall.
People were filing in. Then the Abbot came in, and we went up to the
stage, and sat on cushions. We did polite things. I said "This is the
last of the Monasteries that I will visit in this country as a friend.
Why are you last?" He grinned and said, "Because you would have wanted
us to be the first." I said, looking at the astounded Rhamcha, "I did
it again, didn't I." He said "That you did, and you liked it!" I said
"That I must admit." He smiled. I said to the Abbot, who had enjoyed
it, too, "Would you care to explain that, to my newly awakened
companion?" He said "Absolutely! We are known for our support of love.
Who else but the Bodhisattva of Love, would appreciate us the most?" I
said, "And need my visit the least." He nodded, and said, "We have
known of him since his last incarnation. We could feel him when he came
into his power at such a young age. Naturally, we have loved him."
Rhamcha said, "The more who know him, the more who love him. And the
more love they feel for him, the more they can love others." The Abbot
said, "That is who he is."
I said "I am Stephen." The Abbot said, "And stubborn, too." I said
"Absolutely!" Rhamcha said "The Chinese have other names for him." The
whole room erupted in laughter. I said "And a good thing, too. How else
can I judge my effectiveness?" More laughter. The Abbot said "I think
you might have heard this before, but I must say it here as well. We
will support you and what you are doing, with all who we are." I said
"Thank you. I er, love that." A lot of grins appeared. I said "You here
are known for love, but you do not have something of me that you can
point to, and say 'That is of he who is love', and they would know it
without being told. We should resolve this issue." He said "We must. We
apologize, but the Abbot said, "You did see the correct extra meaning,
which I appreciate. Thank you." That surprised Rhamcha, which made me
grin.
The Abbot said to me, "We would like something you have not yet made.
A Temple dedicated to love, as YOU see it." I said "That might not be
compatible with your beliefs. Or comfort." He said with a grin, "I
think we can live very well with that." I said "Some parts should be
kept from tourists, or there will be a lot of complaints, and people
coming back VERY often. Some loud noises, too." They all laughed, while
Rhamcha said, "No, you wouldn't!" The Abbot said, "Oh yes he would!" I
said "Once a month access, at the highest level, for individuals?" He
said, "That sounds about right. Enough time so they might not want to
wait, and often enough to keep their frustrations from interfering with
their advancement." Rhamcha said "You ARE going to." I said "Do you
need to visit it?" He looked surprised, and said, "I see. You are
right. I wouldn't, except out of curiosity, the first time." I said "I
will have it adjusted to the level of physical and emotional maturity,
and there will be different stations, with different feelings. One need
not advance to the final station, to feel my full love." I said to the
Abbot, "Do you know of the force wall I used at the making of the Ruby
Bridge?" He said with a big grin, "Oh yes!" I said "That had only a
little of my love in it. What you will have here, will have much more."
Rhamcha said, "I envy your experience of his full love for the first
time. There is only one first, and you will remember that the rest of
your life, and maybe into the next."
I said "So, where should I put it, and how big can it be?" We went
outside, and he showed me the space. The BIG space. I examined the
ground, and excavated down to the level of the bedrock, which I
leveled. I put a one meter thick layer of platinum down as a cushion,
and then I made a massive foundation of hard black basalt, and put it
down the whole. I pushed it down to settle it, and then shaved off the
top, 14cm above the ground, with a ramp on one side, where the entrance
to the Temple would be. Then I said, "I'm going to make an illusion of
the building I'm thinking of. Then you will NOT do the polite dance
with me, but tell me honestly what changes you think should be made to
the outside of it. Think well. Here it is." Gasps could be heard. I
said "The carvings showing Yab-Yum may be too controversial with
Western tourists to be on the outside. What is your opinion?" The Abbot
said, "In Kampuchea, there are many more carvings on old buildings
which sex starved tourists would find more objectionable, and in India
as well. I would like them to remain." I said "Alright. I should
explain something, while I make it transparent so the inside can be
seen. There are no stairs inside. All rooms are accessed through one
way doors, even if they are in a different floor. All doors are one
way, and some rooms you must pass through them to leave it. When you
touch a door frame, you will know what you need to know about that, and
everything else in the building. Except where you would walk in the
center of each room, the floors are well padded, and of a comfortable
temperature. All rooms have light which never changes, at the level it
should have for that room. When you pass through a door, you, and your
clothes, will be clean. In some rooms, you will know the need for
that." Laughter.
I said "There are rooms for waste disposal, and there are places
where one may find water fountains. Each room, and they are of
different sizes and decorations, will have a feeling in it. Good
feelings. Rising in intensity as one reaches the top of the building.
In the last room, the exit door will lead to the main room on the first
floor. That room may be used at any time with no restriction. Rooms on
the other floors will have some restrictions, and the last room will
only be available to each person not more than once a month. Some rooms
may be used more frequently if they are visited by friendships of two
or three people, or more. I think I won't need to explain why." Some
interested giggles. I said "I perceive there is more than a little
interest, already." Much more giggles. I said to the Abbot, "Any
changes?" He said in awe, "This is much more than I could have
imagined!" I said with a grin, "Good!" He laughed. He said "I can think
of no changes." I said "The building will keep itself clean. The doors
are force screens, and will allow you to see through them when you
touch them. The windows are of crystal, They do not open, because the
air inside will always be fresh and pleasant smelling, with a different
slight scent on each floor. No animal will enter it. No person who
dislikes the people or religion of this country can enter it, and it
can not be damaged. If it is acceptable, I will make it." He said
"Please!" I made a gigantic silvery cover for the illusion, and then
let the cover fade away, and there was the real building, of carved
mostly green imperial jade, with some gold and platinum inlay, and it
was glowing all over in a light greenish light, with the spire on top
glowing in a golden light. I said "It will not accept visitors until
tomorrow." There were some loud groans, and I laughed. Some joined me.
I said "Let us return to the hall, for one more thing." I said
"Please form a line, with the Abbot first. Rhamcha please assist them
from my embrace." He nodded. When they had all moved into position, I
hugged each one with all my love, with the Abbot first. Rhamcha helped
them to sit, after I released them. Many of them had boners. Some
actually squirted, which I cleaned up for them. After all had felt my
full love, I announced, "Thank you. I have enjoyed your pleasure at my
visit." Some weak giggles, which made me grin, which made some laugh. I
said "Be good. Farewell." I ported us to Rhamcha's office.
We sat. I said "Comments?" He said "That was a most unusual visit!" I
grinned and said, "Good!" He laughed. He said "Someday, I think many
Monasteries may have something like your Temple." I said "Maybe.
Sometimes a pilgrimage is a good thing." He looked a little surprised,
and said, "I didn't think of that. Yes. Interesting." I grinned, which
he returned. I said "Your crystal has another chapter in it, with the
full specifications of the building in it." He said "Thank you. These
crystals, can all your people make them?" I said "Unfortunately, no.
Some who are at the Senior level, can't make them readable. Some can
only make simple ones with great effort. A very few can make some with
chapters and indexes. All who can make them must do it with the crystal
touching their head. I am the only one who can make them as complicated
as they can possibly be, and read and write them at any distance
without touching them. I wish all could do as I can, but it takes a
special love of crystals, and some other abilities to do what I do." He
said "I know how much that hurts you. I am sorry." I said "We must
accept what we can't change. I would like it if you would share your
new chapter with all who you usually do." I stood, and so did he, and
away. I kept a few seconds of watch on him, and saw my comment had
almost made him squirt. I projected my laughter to him, which made him
return it, but weakly.
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