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Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2014 19:02:05 -0500
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Stephen's Secure Blog #280
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 spring of year 7 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #280 "President in Tibet"
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I sent an image to the president of China, and said, "If you have a
few moments, I would like to ask what they think about the spiked
tanks." He laughed and said, "Please visit." I ported in, and we bowed
and sat. He said "You severely impressed them. Not so much with what
you said, but with how and who you are." I said "Isn't that what you
wanted?" He said "Yes. I knew you had to be you, and a little of what
that would do to them. Your love did the rest. They are really
working!" I grinned and said, "Have you thought through the
implications of that, after the Tibet issue is resolved?" He looked
surprised, then thoughtful, then cautious. I said "I see you are
beginning to." He said "The Situation Manager! You manipulated us!" I
said "We all try to do that to each other. I am just a little more
successful at it. For your information, I did not plan or want to
address your Congress. But, I knew if what we wanted to happen with
that address, succeeded, it wouldn't end there. You should have known
that, too." He said "I see that now. It was my fault that I didn't
think ahead." I said "Would it have made any real difference if you
had?" He said "No." I said "Do you think what is happening is entirely
my doing?"
He said "Please explain that." I said "I was touched by the others
above us, who consider me one of their own on assignment on Earth, in
that world love broadcast I did. I have been touched by them many times
since then, and in the presence of others who were able to sense and
recognize it. I think I have been guided in this task they gave me, in
something similar to what I have been doing to you, China, Tibet, and
others. I see a pattern here. Things work in progression, off of each
other, much too often to be pure coincidence. I do the work, but it
doesn't end there, and all the parts are progressing together." He said
"I don't have all your information, so I can't see it as you do, and I
don't have your intelligence, but I think you might be correct." I said
"We still have our free will. Their touch is subtle, but effective. I
feel their impatience when I don't do what they want, and feel their
love and approval when I do. I think we are not supposed to feel that
consciously, but being who I am, makes me aware of it. I am their agent
for improvement. I don't really object to that. Anyway, this is just
useless speculation. It's not anything we can change. Interesting,
though. About the tanks?"
He said "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but they have decided to keep
the tanks there as they are. They actually like them, for what they
mean, and the art." I said "So I really did change them! A little too
much, evidently." He grinned, and said, "In a way, I think that, too.
What would have happened with the cloth?" I showed him in projection,
the cloth covering of the tank and spike, changing to look like a
wrapped erect penis and testicles. He laughed really hard. I said after
a while, "Some time after that, the people there would have needed to
bring umbrellas." He laughed really hard again. Then I said, "I hope
you don't plan to motivate them into actually causing that, just so you
can see it for real." He said "I admit to some temptation." I said "Me
too."
He said "How do you think of these things?" I said "Very carefully.
When do I get to clean up the square?" He said "You are eager to do
that?" I said "I do NOT like making bad art!" He said "I didn't think
of that. I'm sorry for causing you to do that. I'll tell all who should
know, who felt your personal love, to motivate them to work faster." I
said "Have you thought of the new floor?" He said "I have, but have
come to no conclusions. I think none of us will, except for arguments.
I think you will eventually have to do what you decide." I said "Well,
I'm not going to put the Communist flag on it. In fact, any special
designs in the stone, would have to be protected, driving your
scientists insane. So it will be unprotected stone. The choice is which
stone, and the color. It will have to be slightly higher in the middle,
to allow for draining. I could make it out of something precious, but
the public would be at with hammers and chisels." He grinned, and said,
"That could be a problem with anything you make." I said "That's not my
laughed. I said "Want diamond?" He said "I would! But it is not
practical. No gem material." I said "Then my choice would be blue
jade." He said "I think that is too precious, too, but because it would
be of something YOU like, and your color, I would welcome it." I said
"Would you like to see a square I made in Tibet?" He said, excitedly,
"I would!" I said "Now?" He said "Yes!" I said "This is different from
visiting Shaolin. Much higher altitude. I can handle the changes in air
pressure instantly. The average person cannot. To keep you from being
injured, you will need to wear this while we are there, to maintain the
air pressure around you that you are used to." He looked grateful.
With permission, we ported to Katok Monastery in Tibet, in the square
near the entrance to the main meeting hall. The Abbot was there to
greet us. I made the introductions. I said "We are here to see your
square. I will be repairing the big one in Beijing that I damaged with
all the junk I put on it. I offered to show the President something
similar." They grinned at each other. The excited Abbot did the show
and tell, and I just tagged along with a smile. The President was all
in awe. After we were finished, I said "It's protected, so it can't be
damaged. The surface is never cold. The diamond section glows in the
dark." He said "I wish we could have something like this, but I know we
cannot. It is right that your work stays in religious settings. A plain
square for us, would be most appropriate, in your choice of material.
Blue jade is beautiful in itself." I said "Tanks would scratch it." He
said "If ever any tank approaches it, you have my personal urging to do
what you will to stop that." I said "So, when do you think I will be
able to fix your square?" He said with a grin, "Not soon enough! I
think about three weeks. Faster, I hope." I said "Do you think I should
monitor the process, and induce, er, introduce any needed changes, as
they work?" He said "Er, are we private?" The Abbot and I grinned, and
I said, "You don't need to speak further." He was silent. I said to the
Abbot, "That's a big strain for him. All politicians are in love with
the sound of their own voices." They both laughed.
The President said to the Abbot, "Do you think it strange that
Stephen and I are friendly to each other, considering who I am?" The
Abbot said "Not at all. I sense that he has hugged you with his love.
That, and him, cannot be denied." They both nodded. I cleared my
throat, and the Abbot said, "We have embarrassed him." I said "That
announcement did nothing to repair that." They laughed.
I said "Would you both like to see the Ruby Bridge?" They really did.
The Abbot motioned an assistant to come closer, and told him what would
be happening. After notifying the Abbot at Mindrolling Monastery, I
ported us there. The Abbot was just exiting the building. He came to
us, and I did the introductions. I said "We are here to see your Ruby
Bridge. Would you like to conduct the tour?" He said with a big grin,
"Absolutely, Master Teacher!" He led the way, and talked continuously.
The other Abbot smiled at that, and more, when I showed him that I had
felt that way about HIS tour, with my smile at him. There were people
on the bridge. Some were riding bicycles. Most were walking. Some were
just standing on it, leaning on the rail and looking off into the
distance. I liked that. We were bowed to a lot. To me, the most. The
President noticed that.
I stopped by one man, who was looking over the river. I stood next to
him. We nodded to each other. Then he said, upon resuming his river
gaze, "I have been wondering what death will be like." I said "It is
different each time, and yet the same." He said to me, "You know." I
said "More than a thousand times I have died." He said "Have you ever
died intentionally?" I said "In sacrifice for others, yes. Not to
escape life, though. Not because of any virtue, but because of an
insatiable curiosity for what will happen in life next." He smiled
slightly, and said, "Were you ever rewarded with something good?" I
said "Looking back on those lives, I would have to say, yes, often. But
then, what we view as good or bad in our lives, has a lot to do with
attitude, and later, with perspective. I have come to think of life as
an adventure, and a wonderful opportunity to learn new things and share
love." He said "Have you ever come to believe what you thought was bad
when something happened, was good, with a later perspective?" I said
"Yes, very often. Life is strange that way, which makes it VERY
interesting." I noticed the Abbots had been keeping the President away
from our conversation.
The man said, "Do you know what will happen next in this life?" I
said "For Tibet, yes. Before the end of Summer, China will make all of
Tibet independent. Then we will build schools and become the center for
learning for the entire world. Tibet will be rich in knowledge, and
very respected. We will be the bringers of peace and goodwill to all."
He said "How can that happen?" I said "He who built this bridge in
minutes, will do that, and more." He said "How do you know this?" I
said "I am he." He looked at me truly, for the first time, and
exclaimed, "Master Teacher! I didn't realize! Please accept my
apology." He bowed low, and I bowed. I said "There is no need to
apologize. We had a man to man talk. It was what we needed. Yes, both
of us. You are surprised. I am a man, with needs, too. One of those
needs is to be treated as just a man." He nodded, and said, "I
understand. I know you understand me. I will stay. I too am curious to
see the changes to come." I said "It's not going to be all fun. There
will be work, and lots of it. But the joy of accomplishment will make
it all worthwhile. And there will be love. Please let me give you some
of mine." I held out my arms, and he came into them, and I hugged him
with all my love. One of the Abbots came to help the crying man to stay
on his feet. I said to all of them, "I would live a life full of
horrible pain, for the opportunity to give my love to even just one
person."
We stood in silence for a while. Then I said to the man, "I hope you
like my bridge. I built it to celebrate life, and to poke the Chinese
on the nose." He had a strange combination of reactions. Then he
grinned, and said, "Did the nose poking work?" I said "I don't know.
Should we ask the President of China?" He said "How can we do that?" I
said "Do you recognize the Abbot of Mindrolling?" He said "I do." I
said "With him is the Abbot of Katok Monastery. And with them, is the
President of China. I brought him here to see the bridge." He was
absolutely astounded, and bowed. They returned the bow. He saw me
grinning. I said "I love giving people good surprises. Don't you?" He
smiled, and said "I do, yes. Thank you for reminding me." We turned to
the President, and he said, "He poked us a lot. I was convinced early
on, but my compatriots were not. Even when he put our submarines in
Tiananmen Square, and with army tanks on top of them. But when he gave
them his full love, they did not need any more poking. We are working
hard to make Tibet free."
I said to the man, "When that happens, I will clean up the square,
and put some good stone on it. That reminds me. You haven't told me
what you think of my bridge." He said "I think it is the most beautiful
thing I have ever seen." I bowed, and said, "Thank you." The president
asked me, "What is the most beautiful thing YOU have seen?" I said "I
see beauty everywhere. I see it in a smile that lightens the heart, in
pain and suffering for others, in the clear night sky, in laughing
children at play, in erupting volcanos, in a parent sacrificing for a
child, in all things born anew. I see the beauty of the spirit all
around me. I see the ultimate beauty of love! I AM LOVE!" I was
glowing, and love came out of me and expanded to fill all Tibet. Then I
let it ebb, and I was myself again.
I said "I apologize. Sometimes I have to do that." Both Abbots said
"Don't apologize!" I said "Oh, a chorus." They almost strangled. I said
"That one went to all of Tibet. Ha! Rhamcha is very curious about that.
May I bring him here?" They agreed, and so I did. I said to him, after
the introductions, "I was asked what was the most beautiful thing I
have seen. That's what caused my love er, squirting." He laughed.
I said "I propose we all go to see the Road to Sera!" I included the
river gazer in that, and he accepted. We ported to the beginning of it
near the edge of Lhasa. We walked it. There were a lot of nice
comments. We were bowed to a lot. We stopped at my pavilion. I said
"You should see the road at night. Looks fantastic with the light
globes, and the road is never cold, even in the winter." The President
said, "You like making these things." I said "Well, who wouldn't?" He
laughed and said, "I apologize for that stupid comment. I would LOVE to
be able to make anything even a thousandth as beautiful as this." They
all agreed. I said "I view it as a blessing that I can do it, and that
because of my task, and the existence of such a land as Tibet, I can do
this and share it with people. I could not do this without the beauty
of people to inspire me. You are all beautiful to me."
I said "Er, Mr. President, your people are looking for you. I think
we should do something to help them." He said "I agree. This has been a
most extraordinary experience. Something I will treasure for the rest
of my life." He bowed to everybody. I said "I'll bring him back to his
office, and be right back here. You can talk bad things about me while
I'm gone." They laughed. I ported us to his office, and really startled
the people who were in it. He said "Stephen was showing me around
Tibet. Very interesting place. He made some beautiful things there.
Much nicer than what he did in Tiananmen Square." They coughed, trying
to hide their amused reaction. I said to him, "Would you like a
recording of our excursion?" He said, "Yes, please." I gave him some
memory cards. We bowed to each other, and said our farewells, and I
ported back to my pavilion.
I said to the others with Rhamcha, "Touch the central post, for
something extra." They did, and felt my love. I said to the man, "Where
would you like to go?" He said "Can you send me home?" I said "If
that's where you want to be." He said "Is there any other place for
me?" I said "Many, and one. Many possibilities, and the one where you
will be." He asked the Abbot of Mindrolling, "Would your Monastery
accept me?" He said "Gladly. Very seldom do we receive someone of your
wisdom." He started to say he didn't have any, when I stopped him and
said, "All who are wise, say that." He laughed, and said, "Thank you
VERY much, Master Teacher. For everything." I said "You make me who I
am. I have to thank YOU." They were ready to return, I sent them. The
Abbot of Katok said, "May I visit with Sera for a while?" Rhamcha
nodded. I said "When you wish to be transported home, or to inform them
of your plans, Rhamcha will contact somebody to cause that to happen.
Thank you for hosting the President." We bowed, and I ported away.
Rose said "You saved that man's life." I said "Maybe. We will never
really know." Hawk said "Real eyeopener for the prez. He saw your
wonders up close, and saw how real people treat you, and saw you at
work in human things. Bound to make him think better of you." I said
"But that wasn't really necessary. I didn't plan that. Things just
happened." Rose said, "But do they really?" We sat and hugged,
wondering about that, with love flowing around us.
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