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Date: Mon, 10 Feb 2014 18:22:48 -0500
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Stephen's Secure Blog #289
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 #289 "Another Gallery"
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I greeted everybody at the door, by name, in start of the gallery
event. Only a few were surprised by that. I recognized some people from
before, and the Imam from golf. I gave him a big grin, and told him I
would be speaking with him later. The same for the president of PBS,
and Sharon, from the Smithsonian. Then I went up to the stage. Hawk
rang the bell. I said to him, "Hmm, that sound rings a bell." He
groaned, and wasn't alone in that. I said to the crowd, "Thank you for
coming to my gallery event, in support if a free Tibet. This time I've
included some sculptures in different materials. What looks like
colored clay, is actually my formula for a kind of dental construction
material, hardened by high intensity UV light. The ones which look like
glass, are of quartz. Some of the smaller ones, are made from different
color synthetic sapphire and ruby. You probably won't have any trouble
recognizing the jade. The stones in the jewelry are all natural,
naturally." A few chuckles.
I said "My manager suggested I make some things to show some of my
recent activities he forced me to do." He said "I didn't exactly force
you. Well, your arms don't show any evidence of twisting." I examined
them. I said "So you were careful." He said "Do you regret doing those
things?" I said "That's beside the point." He said "I rest my case." By
then there were knowing grins, and nodding heads. I sighed,
dramatically. Some more grins. I said "Some of the paintings are
originals for the covers of some of my books. One more thing. I did NOT
set any of the prices. If any of you want to argue about them with my
and the audience laughed a little, too. Chad gave me a rude face, which
made some more laughter. I said "Have fun." I got off the stage, and
mingled, and answered some questions about the art.
I asked the Imam to come with me back stage. I said "I want to show
you a painting. I don't plan to put it out there. It has no set price.
If you want it, see Chad, with what you want to offer. Then you will
have it." I pulled the cover off, and said, "The title is 'Ishmael and
the Lion'." He looked a question at me, I said, "It's real, but that's
all I will say about it." He bowed very low to me. I said "Well, one
more thing. A person in the past is said to have became the father of a
great nation. He did that literally, from age 13, to very old age, by
screwing almost every woman he laid eyes on. And he had VERY good eyes.
No complaints, either. At least not from the women." He had a really
good laugh. He said "I want it. I don't know how to thank you enough."
I said "You already do that, with who you are." He dripped some tears.
I hugged him with love. After he recovered, he went to see Chad.
I went out and mingled some more. PBS asked if he could speak with me
and Chad after the event. I said "Sure. Any time. You didn't have to
come here for that." He said "I appreciate that, but I came to see your
art, too. Chad gave me a pass." I said "That was nice of him, but he
didn't tell me. He likes my surprise improvisations a little too much."
He said "I see. I'm not complaining about that at all." I said
"Traitor!" He laughed. The woman from State was there. She said "This
time I'm here to actually see your art, for State. Would you be
available to paint portraits of visiting dignitaries? I said "Of live
people, my best results come from doing that with people I like." She
said "That could be a problem." We grinned at each other. I said "But
wait, there's more! Seriously, my art shows the truth of people." She
said "Definitely a problem!" We laughed. She said "Personally, I'm
disappointed, but I'll pass that on." We bowed to each other. Later on,
I said to her, "My art would make nice gifts, though, and I could make
them country specific. I can't guarantee it for more than a few a year,
but where that would be a critical help, I might do it." She said
"Thank you very much! Now I'm not a complete failure." I said "Well,
you can try harder, next time." She looked really funny, and had to
laugh. So did Hawk and Chad.
One asked, "Why did you choose the dental clay?" I said "I work fast.
That's compatible with speed, and I could use different colors which
wouldn't bleed, and even blend them to create different shades. And it
won't dry out while I'm working it, and it's stiff enough not to need
much of an armature. Stiff enough to hurt my fingers, too, but I heal
fast. Doesn't need firing or glazes. Not as fragile as regular
ceramics. Easily polished." She said "Would you be making that material
available?" I said "Not for sculpting, no. It takes enormous hand
strength to work it. I doubt that another would be successful with it.
And would be very expensive. Here is a piece in its workable state."
She tried to form it, and couldn't. I took it back, and squeezed it
into different shapes. She said "Wow! You weren't kidding about needing
strong fingers, and you really do have them. But with a knife?" I said
"One cut and they are dull." She said "Disappointing." I said "Yes, but
such is life. Are you an artist?" She said "Yes I am." I grinned, and
said, "Checking out the competition?" She blushed, and said, "A little,
yes. Hoping to learn, mostly." I said "And have you?" She said "I won't
know that, until I get back to work." I said "Wise. Do you have some of
your work on display?" She told me where. We discussed what I saw for a
while, after she got over her amazement of my ability to do that. Then
we discussed some of my paintings, which drew some very interested
listeners. Then I showed her what I had made with the dental material,
a little faun. I said "Wait, and I'll set it." I went to the back room,
and flooded it with UV, and then brought it back and gave it to her. I
said "For you." She said "Wow! Thank you! And you polished it." I said
"To tell the tooth, I did." She laughed, and said, "Fauny of you." I
laughed and said, "Oh dear, a good one!" She laughed. I said "I think
you have a bright future ahead of you. I'm glad to have met you." We
bowed.
I did some more mingling, while talking in contact with Rod, about
including oriented strands of crystal fibers and carbon nano tube
fibers in the dental clay mix, as a new manufacturing method and
material, which would be very similar to what the Van had used in their
space ships. He got very excited, and started working on the ideas
right then. I told Chad about that, and he said he would pass the word
around for more ideas about it.
Sharon said, "I saw what you did with the artist. That was very nice
of you." I said "I'm selfish. I did it for me. I like being nice." She
said "Sometimes I want to spank you." I said "Say when and where." She
laughed. So did my whole group, which included Rose. Sharon noticed,
and blushed. Then she gathered herself, and said, "The Trustees have
authorized me to include some of your work in the museum proper." I
said "I don't think you will find that here. It should be extra
special, with meaning specific to this country." She said "You took
those words right out of my mouth." I said "Well, they won't fit in it,
now." She and my group laughed really hard at that. I said "When you
think of anything, let me know. I'll be letting myself know about them,
too. Do you want to announce here that I've been invited to be in the
museum?" She said "I shouldn't. The Trustees should do that, but they
haven't. May I?" Chad said "YES!" I said "I think Chad approves, a
little." She laughed.
We went to the stage, and I called for attention, and introduced her.
She said "The Trustees of the Smithsonian National Museum have
authorized me to acquire some of Stephen's art for inclusion in our
museum complex. For years, Stephen has been, as a volunteer, our chief
display illustrator. We at the museum all know and love his work, and
him. Now he has become prominent enough in American art, to warrant
inclusion among our art collections. Thank your for your attention." I
said to her, and the rest, "I'm very honored. Thank you." Chad came up
and said, "I wish you had told us before I put the prices on what we
have here. Their value WILL go up, after your announcement." She said
"I'm sorry. I didn't think of that. Well, you can have another event."
I said with a groan, "More work!" They laughed, but that didn't stop
them for grabbing all the new bargains they could, completely cleaning
out the room.
I said "We didn't expect this, but we don't have anything more to
offer at this time, much before we anticipated. So, you can all go home
now, or wherever else you would go to celebrate the new bargains you
have carved out of my event. Or, I can try to entertain you with some
music. I don't see a mass exodus. I still don't see it. I suppose that
means you want some music. My friends will be out shortly with some
chairs. The tall friends, too." Some chuckles. I called out to the
back, "And a piano!" I said to the audience "But I happen to have a
flute right here. Anybody want to guess what I made it of?" One yelled
out "Silver!" I said "Nope." One said "Platinum." I said "Nope. Give
up?" They did. I said "An alloy of osmium and iridium. Both are denser
than platinum. And in the alloy I used, harder. Want to hear it? I
know, stupid question." Some laughter. I played, some Irish tunes, and
then some jazz. I said "Here is the same in platinum." I played the
same songs, and then said, "Which do you think is better?" The
consensus was the platinum sounded warmer, but the osmium sounded
clearer. They liked the sound of both.
I said "Now, this one." I played it, and they said it sounded
strange. Not like a flute, but very nice. I said "It's made of tungsten
carbide. Those of you who are familiar with this material know that
it's practically impossible to make a flute out of it. Well, I like
impossible." They chuckled. I said "One more. This one is made of
different alloys of gold and platinum, pattern forged, like a Damascus
steel knife blade." It really looked different, with the different
shades of metal making nice patterns in the polish. I said "I used a
lot of fancy math to calculate how to get the sound I was hoping to
create. Should I play it and see if it worked?" One yelled out, "Stupid
question!" They laughed. I said "Right." I played it, and they all were
surprised at how loud and clear it sounded, with a great tone. I said
"I don't have to ask. That was the first time I played it, and this
makes the others into junk. Agree?" The applause said they did. Chad
said, "Make some more. A lot more." I said "I only have two arms you
can twist." He said with an evil grin, "You have a neck." I said
"Alright!" They laughed.
I went to the piano, and said, "Requests?" One said, "Piano Man!" I
said "Somehow I think it could be apropos." Some chuckles. I played and
sang it. It received a lot of applause. Then there were more songs I
could sing and play, and I did that for an hour. Then I said, "For my
final number, I'm going to try something a little different." Hawk
laughed. I said "He knows me too well. More than a little different. My
arrangement for The Flight of the Bumblebee, for piano and flute. I'll
be playing the flute, and a part of me will be playing the piano." A
semitransparent person split off of me, looking just like me, who said,
"Who are you calling a part?" I said "Look down." He said "Oh. Good
thing we can't lie, or people could see right through me." Some good
laughter. He went to sit at the piano, and we played very well, to a
standing ovation. He and I shook hands, and he was sucked into me. I
said "Well, that was different." Hawk laughed, and they laughed with
them. I bowed. I started glowing, and I raised my arms, and said to the
audience, wrapping them in my love, "May all you believe is holy, bless
you with their love and care. Thank you for allowing me to give you
some moments of pleasure, and my love. Farewell, my friends, till we
meet again." I bowed, and when I straightened up, I made my silvery
disappearance act, porting to the room backstage. Hawk brought Sharon
and PBS back to see me.
I introduced them to each other. Sharon said, "When you die, or
whatever you Buddhas do like that, I want your violin and your flute
for the museum." I said "I think of Rose, when I play my usual encore
in the violin. I think she might like to have it." Sharon was torn. I
said "Don't worry. I'll use more than one." PBS said "What makes you
think she will outlive you?" I said "Because we know. Sharon, how would
you like portraits of Presidents long past, but real, as if they sat
for them?" She said "You can manage that more now?" I said "Yes, and
something else. I know how to visit it consciously, but there was a
risk of getting lost. Now, if that happens, I think I can count on some
help." She said "Wow! Just make sure that you DO come back!" I said
"Late this summer, I can try." PBS said, "Do I understand you
correctly, that you can paint the past?" I said "When I get involved in
the process, and slip into a trance, that has happened. Not just the
past, but the past lives of people in front of me. Caused some
commotion when that was recognized at a festival the first time. Got me
adopted into the Navajo. One of the best things that ever happened to
me in all my lives. I was also talking about something else, after some
odd math I've been working with. I might be able to actually explore
the past in mind travel. But there is a danger of getting lost. I
haven't needed to try that, because my life memories go back 74,000
years." He said "Wow!" I nodded.
PBS said "We have been considering doing a program on Tibet." I said
"Sorry, CNN got to me first, and we are going over there in a few days.
We expect an important announcement could happen while they are there."
He said "Really! You finally got them to listen to you?" I said "That,
and that I was asked to give all of those who were involved, my love,
which had been strengthened for that." He said "Absolutely, that would
do it!" I said "And spiking two crushed tanks to the wall." He said "I
saw that on YouTube. I still think wow when I see that." Sharon said,
"I'm sure that got their attention." I said "Could be. For CNN, I think
it will be a one show thing, with some news updates around it. If PBS
wanted to do a miniseries, covering the history and religion of Tibet
in depth, and a lot about the art, that would be something different.
Maybe I can get them to share some footage with you. Here is a card of
something I wrote about the history. It has something about the
religion in it, too. And pictures. Some from my past lives. If you're
interested, give it to your people, and they can contact me after they
recover from it, if they really want to do the project." He said "Much
more than I expected. Thank you very much!" I said "You're welcome.
Remember, I love PBS and what it stands for. It's like a museum on TV,
and I absolutely LOVE museums!"
He couldn't even say wow. Then he said, "Those past lives. Are some
mentioned in the Bible?" I said "Best not to go there, but yes. History
is what people who wrote it, wanted the past to be, filtered through
their own bias and ignorance. A lot of the Bible has fallen prey to
deliberate mistranslation, and cultural ignorance. Even with people who
wanted to be accurate, they couldn't be. For example, some languages,
such as Greek, have a neuter personal pronoun. English doesn't, for
people. So, where they are used, it is in the masculine gender,
deliberately, where in the original languages, it was neutral. And the
translations are being used by male supremacists to support their
views, who violently oppose more accurate translations. Another
instance of this, is references to owning slaves have been changed to
servants in modern times. You couldn't hire a servant. There weren't
any. You had to buy a slave, and even that was usually with barter." He
said "All this is very interesting. It's unfortunate that it's too
controversial even for us." I nodded, and said, "And so the changes
happen, one upon the other, until very little of the original remains.
One more thing. You might be surprised by how much in the Old Testament
was caused by people being blind stinking drunk." He had to laugh. So
did others. Hawk shouted, "Stephen! I know one who you were. The
situation manager talent! It had to be you." I said to him, "Shhh! I
was holding that one in reserve." He said "So I'm right. The timeline
fits, too." I nodded. Sharon said "I think I know who. It does fit you.
How many colors?" I said "Four. Hawk, please leave it to me to expose
those lives, alright?" He said "I knew as soon as I said it, I
shouldn't have. I'm very sorry." I made a rude noise at him, and he
laughed.
PBS said "I get it. Four isn't much, for a coat of many colors." I
said "Throughout all ancient times, except in the Mayan culture,
numerical inflation in a story was often used for emphasis, and wasn't
meant to be taken literally. In the Bible, where it is said that
something would happen three times, an important number, that was just
a figure of speech, which later transcribers mistakenly took to be
accurate, and so manufactured more of the story to show that. The same
for the number forty. And so Peter denied Jesus three times, when in
reality, it was supposed to be once. But, I wasn't involved in that. I
was busy arguing with people. That was a BAD life, and a very bad
ending. I think I've given you too much to think about for one evening.
Please accept my apology." Sharon said "Just one more thing. Is Joseph
accurate?" I grinned, and said, "Embarrassingly so." They laughed. I
said "I won't be publishing that life. I have nothing of interest to
add to it, other than what is already written. The most accurate story
in the Bible." The meeting broke up. I ported home to be alone. The
rest stayed to clean up. An interesting day.
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