Stephen's Secure Blog #246
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 Winter of year 7 of his special
school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #246 "Exile Ministry"
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I wandered around Dharmsala for a while. When somebody would approach
me with intent, I would port away. Finally the right person approached,
and I didn't leave. I grinned at his surprise at that. He had to smile.
He said, after we bowed, "Master Teacher, greetings. Would you come
with me?" I said "I will. Even if you don't tell me where." He said "To
the Ministry." I said "Fine. Just out of curiosity, are there Ministers
there?" He grinned and said, "Oh yes. That's where we keep them." While
we were walking, I said "I see. Storage might be a problem, with all
this overcrowding." He tried not to laugh, when he said, "But we do
keep them available, and in good condition." I said "That's good. I
hope they get enough exercise." He said "That's a problem. There is not
much for them to do." I said "But I suppose eating and sleeping, with
occasional appearances to show there is some life in them, can take up
a lot of time." He couldn't hold it in any longer, and laughed loudly.
I grinned and said, "Talking with me usually involves some risk of
losing some self control." He said "So I have heard, but nothing
prepares for the reality." I said "Good." He laughed some more.
I said "Have you heard that there is often truth to be found in my
humor?" He said "Yes, and I see that it increases the humor, which is
one way you use to make the truth less hurtful." I said "You have heard
correctly. There is also this. What they say will happen, is not what
would be likely to happen, and I think they know that." He looked at me
and said, "I may only say that you are wise. So wise as to frighten
them, if I may say that in confidence." I grinned wolfishly, and said,
"Absolutely. And you are not lacking in wisdom, yourself." He was too
overcome to reply. I gave him some love, and he dripped some tears. We
walked the rest of the way in silence.
We went into an overly decorated office complex, and into the
Ministry for Information and International Relations. The Minister was
dressed like a Lama, but his Third Eye was open only three fourths. He
could see auras sometimes, and he obviously could see mine. He rose and
bowed, which I returned, and we exchanged greetings. We sat. I said
nothing. He said "Er, ahem, Master Teacher, I am pleased to see you." I
smiled, and said, "I could have sent you a picture." He was a little
unnerved by that, but not my escort, who hid his reaction well. More
silence. Then I said, "Your assistant asked me to come here. Perhaps
that was not what you had intended?" He said quickly, "Oh but it was!"
I said "Well then, it seems now that you have me, you haven't quite
decided what to DO with me." He didn't know what to say. I scrunched
down in the chair, and leaned back, with my fingers linked across my
stomach, and said, "That's alright. I can wait while you think of
something." While he was trying to do just that, my escort was almost
choking, trying not to laugh.
I after a while, I started wiggling my fingers, weaving strands of
light around. Soon I had a little basket, and I fixed the shape in the
tiny embedded crystals, so it would actually work like a basket of
matter, even though it was of light. I put it on his desk. He looked it
in astonishment. I said "I'm not very good at wasting time." My escort
started coughing. I created a glass of water, and gave it to him. He
did drink some of it, and exclaimed, "This tastes very good!" I said
"It has a touch of lemon and sugar in it. Quenches thirst better than
pure water, but doesn't overpower with taste." He said "Thank you for
the lesson!" I motioned from him to the Minister, and he explained,
"The Master Teacher is called that, because almost everything he does
has lessons in it. The lesson of the water is that he tries very hard
to do the absolute best with everything he does. I think showing us
that, means he expects us to do that, too." I said to the Minister, "Do
you?" He avoided answering, by saying, "Why are you here?" I said
"Well, we could all think about that for ourselves, and sometimes, we
should. Why are any of us here? I am on this Earth, and in this form,
when I should not have been, to accomplish an assigned task. I will not
fail. Why are YOU here?" He looked surprised, and then surprised again,
and thoughtful, which looked like an unnatural condition for him.
I stood, and motioned to his assistant to follow me out the door.
Where the Minister couldn't hear, I said "Why did I make the bowl?" His
jaw dropped, and the he said, "To capture his attention, so he could
weave some useful thoughts with its aid." I said "I can see into his
office. It is working. For your interest, I have not done that before."
He said "Wow!" I said "I hear that a lot." He laughed. I said "Why is
he in that position?" He said "Politics." I said "He has a fault in his
mind which is preventing his Third Eye from opening fully. Hmm, let's
give it a while." His jaw dropped again, I said, looking in it,
"Dentists must love you." He laughed. I said "Are other Ministers in
their offices?" He said "I don't think so." I said "Good. Let's go see
the people who do the real work." He grinned his face almost in half.
We did that, and they were all very nice people. We sat in my escort's
office, and I said, "Tell me. Why did I make myself available at this
particular time?" He said "I have been thinking about that. You chose
just what happened. Our least effective Minister to cause you to be
escorted here, to confound and improve him, so you could be free to
visit the rest of us in a semiofficial way. You want it to be known
that you visited here, after being asked to, but I doubt the Ministers
will suspect the timing was anything but chance. I must say that your
competence is amazing!" I said "You must?" He laughed.
I said "There is another reason for this time. The Dalai Lama isn't
here. I did not want him to put my status above his. In a past life, I
was one of his earliest teachers. Also, I didn't want people comparing
our auras." He nodded, and said, "Yours is bigger. You are being kind."
I nodded. I said "Do you think any of you here are relevant to a free
Tibet?" He said "We have heard of your comments about that. Some of us
want to be. And some of those for the right reasons. I do not know if
we would be good or bad for the country, if we tried to make ourselves
relevant when it is free." I said "Either way, many of you will
encounter some resentment, and for more than one reason." He said "I
know. Unfortunately, many are not able have the perspective which will
enable them to see that." I looked steadily at him. He said "I sense a
task. I accept." I said "I know of your quality. I did not doubt you
would accept." He bowed low, and shed some tears. I hugged him with all
my love, and he practically melted in my arms. When he had recovered, I
said "Making Tibet free is the easy part. Making the country, which is
on its deathbed, whole again, is the really hard part. I will not free
it until it is well enough to survive. Its premature rebirth would be
disastrous for the whole world. Yes, it's that important, or those
above us would not have been given this task to me." He was in awe.
I said "The Minister is ready for us. He is going to act very
differently, and might show some signs of shock when we enter." He said
"It truly worked?" I grinned and nodded. He said a silent wow. We went
into the Minister's office, and his jaw dropped in astonishment. We sat
while he was still frozen in place. I said "Tell us what happened, and
why." When he had recovered enough to speak, he said, "I see auras all
the time now. I felt the bowl somehow change part of me, to make that
happen. My other senses are much sharper, and so is my thinking. I
don't know how to thank you enough for this." I said "You are welcome.
There was a fault in your mind. I designed the bowl to fix that, and
now your Third Eye is fully open, which was intended. I suggest you
seek out a teacher to help you understand what you now have, and
something of what you can do with it. No, I will not be available for
that, which I hope you will help cause." He said "What can I do for
you?" I said "I need to talk with some USEFUL people in the Indian
government about borders and treaties. We can't have a fully free
Tibet, if we have disputes about its borders." He said "That's true.
China and India dispute the ownership of the area southeast of Tibet."
I said "But before I speak with them on that subject, which I hope
you can arrange, I need to know if a free Tibet will support the treaty
about it, bearing in mind that we need to be friends with India. I also
need to talk with them about roads and rails connecting the two
countries." He said "I accept that task!" I said "Thank you. Other
things to consider, are the other border issues. How much of China do
we really need, and can some of the past demands be reduced, if we get
everything else we want? Half a meal is better than none, to a starving
man, who then will have the strength to acquire another meal in the
future." He said, very seriously, "You are wise. We must consider
that." I said "What borders we eventually have, I will guarantee." He
looked surprised, and said, "That is welcome news!" I said "It will be
actively so, even after I am gone from this life. My students will see
to it. We will also teach. In a few years, Tibet will be the place to
go for the entire world, to learn anything the best and most effective
way. Well, those who can withstand the altitude." He was too shocked to
say anything.
I stood and said, "I think you might want to spread my words around
here a little, ONLY to your other Ministers, with the strong request
that they keep it to themselves, while you are working on the other
tasks. Just remember, I can't free Tibet, until we decide just what
Tibet will be, and work to make that happen." He was standing, and I
hugged him with all my love, and helped him to sit. I went out of the
office with my escort. I said to him, "Here is a communication device.
It will connect to a communication center. The computer is programed
for my name and many of the titles I've been given. Well, at least the
polite ones." He laughed. I said "Push the button and say my name, and
you will be connected to me. It does not need power, and cannot be
investigated or damaged, and will only work for you. Please use it for
important things only. It is your choice if you want to keep your
possession of it secret. If you don't, or if somebody discovers it and
demands you use it for their purpose you deem not worthy, you can tell
them that will seriously displease me, and I usually act on that
feeling, and correct the problem in unusual ways." He said "I
understand. Thank you very much." I said "This is not the right time
for me to give my love specifically to the the exiles. I hope in the
future I will be able to." I bowed, and ported away.
I updated the crystals of those who had them for Tibet, and informed
them of that. Then, a few days later, something bad happened.
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