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Date: Mon, 16 Dec 2013 18:11:54 -0500
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Stephen's Secure Blog #265
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 17 in this story, in late Winter of year 7 of his special
school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #265 "Private King Visit"
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I ported to the office of the Abbot. He stood, and I ported us to
where the King had said we would have the meeting. It was a room which
was set up like a very big and highly decorated living room. He was
standing. We bowed to each other. We sat. I said to the King, "I was
told this meeting would be private." He said "That was our
understanding. Am I to understand that it is not?" I grinned, "You're
pretty good with the understanding." He laughed. I said "Those who are
listening were not pleased at how I just addressed you, which I did
just for that reason. Now they are embarrassed and disconcerted. And
wondering if I am going to tell you who they are, and maybe take action
against them." Silence. I wiggled my eyebrows at the King, and he
laughed. He said "Are you able to make us private?" I said "Yes, in a
number of ways. Some of them some might consider amusing. Except for
the spies. They have violated the desired and expected privacy of other
people. I would be justified in causing them to feel that themselves.
Would being naked in a very public place, be just? Oh, I should tell
you that got a BIG reaction!" He laughed, and the Abbot tried not to. I
said "They are still spying. I will give them ten seconds to turn off
the spy gear and leave from where they are, or I will take action,
starting now." Ten seconds later, I said "Your wife and one of your
daughters are not very happy with me now." He laughed really loudly.
He said "What did you do?" I said "I removed their clothes, and
wrapped the wires of the spy equipment around them, and transported
them to a large meeting room in this building. It was previously empty
of people. They are wrapping curtains around themselves, and over their
heads, to conceal what is written on their foreheads. The word 'Spy'. I
am ensuring that they encounter no guards they could vent their wrath
on, in their mad dash to there they can find clothes for themselves,
and a way to wash off the lettering. They are going to discover that
they will have to cut the wires off, and not just unwind them. The
tools for that will be difficult for them to acquire." They both were
laughing hard through my description. When he could, the Abbot tried to
apologize, and the King stopped him. The King said to me, "While you
are describing the action in a very funny way, I see that you are not
amused." I said "Yes. I am NOT amused at all. They have been spying on
you and others, for years. The worst part of that is they felt entitled
to do it. No person, no matter how arrogant, is above facing the
consequences for their bad actions. Being who I am, I do not choose
which consequences to enforce or not. I must be fair and just. That is
not fun for me. I do not expect them to understand that, and that in
justice, I could have done much more to them. I hope you are not angry
with me because of this, but I will accept that if you are, with no bad
feeling."
The Kind said, "No, I am not angry." He laughed some more. He said "I
know they deserved that, and more. Better you take the blame for
discovering that, and acting on it, than I." He laughed again. I said
"Now that we men are alone, we can talk about what men usually talk
about when they are alone with each other. Hmm, but we already talked
about naked women." They both laughed really hard. I said "Something
else, then?" He said "Your humor. I don't understand how you could have
so much of it, and be so powerful and enlightened." I said "Can you
tell me why those states are not compatible with humor?" He thought,
and only came up with confusion. I grinned. He smiled. I said "Should I
give you some help there?" He said "Please."
I said "People in power, or who crave power, NEED to be taken
seriously. That is so ingrained in people, it is expected. And because
of that, humor actually reduces the respect they seek. People usually
think in two value absolute logic, as a lazy habit. Things are black or
white, and not anything in between, to them. If you are humorous, you
can not be serious at the same time. And if you are not serious, you
are dismissed as useless. I pose a problem with that, to people. That
encourages them to think outside of their bad habits, and learn new
things." He said "Oh. Oh! The Master Teacher does teach, and humor is
part of that!" The Abbot was nodding vigorously. I said with a grin, "I
throughout history to say necessary things which would have resulted in
disaster, when said seriously. Those who's specialty was humor, could
and did say outrageous truths which needed to be understood, which
would have been deadly insults, and survive to say some more. Most of
the times. Well, a laughing enemy is a safe one, for a while." He
smiled, and said, "I understand now. Thank you." I said "You're
welcome."
He said "Did you invent the crystal storage method?" I said "Yes, and
no. In my last incarnation, I encountered Adepts of The Dark, who had
used crystals they had programmed to suck energy out of people,
remotely. One Adept had set one to physically attack me. So I knew they
could be used to store some kinds of information in them, but I was the
first to use them as full memory storage devices, and which could be
read by anybody. Why I could do that, after thousands of years of
Adepts experimenting with and using crystals couldn't, was because I
had a doctorate in physics, and very high intelligence, and could
understand the science of how all that worked. Oh, and I had a special
talent for working for crystals, which is still better than any of my
students. Only a few can make crystals with indexes, and none as
complicated as mine, and with restrictions. We use them to transfer
whole college courses into the student's brain, and it can't be
forgotten. Some of my students can accept one every few days." He said
"Wow!" I said "I hear that a lot." He laughed. I said "You will never
guess what motivated me to first store something in a crystal." He said
"Was it love?" I said "Don't do that!" We all laughed.
I said "I was making a ring for my girlfriend. I had the idea then,
and put my love in it. I as 14. We did marry, later." He said "Being so
powerful at so young an age, girls must have been very attracted to
you." I said "They were, but not in the same way at my school. We were
a little different. Our spy school for geniuses was so individualized,
we didn't socialize with each other. Well, until I changed that. In
summer camp, the most forceful of the girls claimed me, and er, beat
off all the others. I wasn't aware of that until she told me a year
later, and I was extremely embarrassed." He laughed. I said "I see the
interest. I didn't have real sex until much later. I couldn't,
physically. I was a small boy, usually smaller than everybody my age,
except in one area, where I was the absolute biggest. If I had tried to
have sex with a girl my age, I would have split her in half." He said
"Wow!" I said "That's what Debbie tried to say when she saw it under
the water in the pool at camp, and almost drowned." They both laughed
really hard. I said "After a while, she learned to hold her breath very
well." Some more laughter.
He said "Your teleporting. Could you explain that?" I said "Actually,
no. I could use words, but I would have to explain those words, and
explain the words I would use to explain them, and so on. But I can
explain the qualifications for being able to do it. One's Third Eye
must be fully open. That is rare. One must have one of the senses which
comes with that, the ability to feel objects with the mind, to a very
high degree, and then practice with it a lot. Then to control the
ability, when they try to do it, one must be clear in mind, well on the
way to enlightenment, and be very well trained and disciplined, or they
could kill themselves. One of my students' students ported to my
swimming pool in his sleep. He didn't know he could do that, and was
VERY surprised. And really upset when he found out it could easily have
been to airless space. Oh, and that was the boy I talked about, the one
with the fur and the extended size curiosity. Here is what he looked
like in the water that night." I said "Not all of my students are able
to do it."
He said "That picture. Can you explain how you do that?" I said "Yes,
that's easy. I push the picture I want to show, out of my mind, like a
projected illusion, setting who should be able to see it. It's just
concentration and mind force." I said to the Abbot, "You could do it if
you wished, but it would take practice to become proficient in the
skill." He tried it, and a picture flickered in the air for a half
second. He said "Wow!" I grinned my face almost in half. He said "That
was very difficult!" I said "Yes. It gets easier with practice, but
there is something else. Much of what I do has been known in the past,
not that I knew it when I was inventing the techniques myself. What I
did was to apply modern science to understand it, so it can be more
understood and done better, and I developed new advanced methods of
teaching and training, to make it more usable. In this life I really
improved the training. I've learned that you can't do much training for
just one thing, for full results. You have to train the whole person,
and all his abilities and talents together, for real advancement." The
Abbot said, "We knew something of that, but not like you described.
That is indeed revolutionary. We should judge that by the success. You
are that evidence. Your students can do what you do?" I said "A lot of
them can do most of what I can do, if not as well, and really not all
at once like I do. And they are not artists or inventors, even though
we are trying to encourage those interests among us. And none has an
intelligence anywhere near mine. At present, the highest is around 240.
Mine is around 1600. Wait, I haven't checked that since I was 12. I'll
do that now." I asked my stone.
I said "Wow!" The King said, "What is it?" I said "I er, would rather
not encourage disbelief." He said "Can I command you as your sovereign,
to tell me?" I grinned, and said, "No." He laughed. I said "2400 as a
base. With intense concentration, probably double that. My equations
which describe porting, need an intelligence of 300 for basic
understanding. In my last incarnation, my intelligence was 600, until I
suffered brain damage when I was 15, escaping from the Van station on
the moon, and lost my adept powers and half my intelligence. I regained
it all, and more, two years before my death as an old man, when I
deliberately reincarnated into my own great grandson." He said "An
eventful life!" I said "Depending on how you look at it, all lives are
eventful. I should know, I've had 74,000 years of them." He said "That
reminds me. I was going to ask you, were you The Buddha?" I said to the
King, in a loud whisper, "You really captured his attention!" He
laughed.
I said "There are many people who claim to be famous people of the
past. Most of those are receiving er, special care. Some just express
their fantasies. Some are insane. I prefer to resist encouraging people
to assume I am one of those. I have been some famous people, and I have
known some others. Most of my lives were not as any of those, and very
ordinary. There is something else. What is known about people of the
past, isn't always as accurate as people want to, and need to believe.
That can cause significant problems. So with all that, do you still
want to know?" They did. I said "I let him teach from my orchard, for
the money I charged his rich students. I didn't place any value on what
he taught, which amused him. We were friends, though, and teased each
other about that. I have changed my mind about his teachings, since
then." They both said "Wow!" I said "He was just as funny as I am, and
smiled and laughed a lot. I loved him, despite his strange ideas. Can
we talk about something else now?"
He said "Death truly isn't the end?" I said "I'm a scientist, and an
Adept. As such, I can perceive what most cannot, and understand more of
what I perceive, than most who do. Can you accept that?" He said "Yes I
can." I said "I'll start this way. I have received communications from
the recent dead, from other Adepts. Some have witnessed that with me,
and experienced it. I have taken the memories of other Adepts who
remembered their past lives, while fighting them. I have explored other
realities, and learned much about them, and created the math which
explains them in part. Here is what I know. The spirit exists in at
least two realities. In this material 3 dimensional reality, and the
spiritual reality, where there is no matter. When a person dies, those
two parts of the spirit join in the other reality, in a special section
of it which has been created for those who are waiting for the decision
of what should happen to them. In that way-station, for want of a
better word, there is time, but it is in some way partially variable
for the individual spirits there. What happens next is partially
influenced by the strong beliefs of the spirit. If they strongly
believe in their religion, what they go to might be what that religion
says. If they do not have a strong belief, they reincarnate. All those
things can be overruled by those who manage the station, who we might
call the Lords of Karma, of which The Buddha is either one of them, or
their boss. Ah! I wish they wouldn't DO that! Oh, you felt it, too."
The Abbot was in awe. He just stared at me.
I reached over and poked him. I said "Wake up! You already knew about
me, so why the surprise they poke at me occasionally?" He said "They
think of you as one of them." I said "Sure. Last life, remember? I'm
supposed to be there now. You saw that in me. Where else would I go? I
was going to say that those who become enlightened enough, are kind of
promoted above the way-station, and don't reincarnate, and are set to
work in its management. There are other duties as well. In that part of
that reality, there is no time, or rather all time exists at once. It's
not possible to really understand that by those in this reality. Those
in the station usually stay about 40 to 74 days, but could be more or
less, depending on what is set to happen to them. During that time,
they can, with some effort, watch what is happening with their loved
ones on Earth, and in very rare cases, even touch their spirits. Those
with the talent can sometimes exchange some communication. I had an
extended conversation with one. It is VERY difficult for one of the
managers to talk with us, because they exist in a reality which so
different, they have very little in common with us. When they want to
influence what happens here, they can prod people who are sensitive
enough to perceive it, or they can make a new spirit of part of
themselves, and send it to incarnate into human form. That person
doesn't know that, and just does what his nature causes him to do. That
is basically what you wanted to know. There is much more, to fill lots
of books someday, but this is all you need to know now. Oh, I learned
something from that touch. My first incarnation, 74,000 years ago, was
one of those special creations."
I cried. I said, when I could, "I thought I had failed! I didn't. In
fact, I succeeded as I was supposed to. I am VERY grateful to know
that." I cried some more. Rose and Hawk ported to either side of me and
hugged me while I cried. They left when I stopped. I wiped my face, and
said, "Sorry about that. So, do you have some more questions?" After
they partially recovered from their shock, the King asked, "Who were
they?" I said "Rose and Hawk. They played in two of my concerts. They
are my friends, students, lovers. I will marry Rose in two years." I
said with a grin, "Yes, I did give her a ring with my love in it." They
smiled.
The King said, "Ah, relatives. What do you think of my children?" I
said "You know I expected you to ask that." He nodded. I said "I don't
think of them. I don't know them. Well, except the wire wrapped one."
He laughed. I said "I see you are unsatisfied. Well, life is like that.
So is death, actually. To the Wheel of LIfe, it is all one. Yes, we
really are all going around in circles. So many dizzy people!" They
laughed. I think they knew I had had enough. The King said, "Thank you
very much for your visit. I have learned a lot more than I expected,
and enjoyed it thoroughly." We stood and bowed. Then I opened my arms
to the King, and glowed. He knew what to do. I hugged him with all my
love, and then helped him to sit down again. Then I ported with the
Abbot to his office.
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