Stephen's Secure Blog #296
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 #296 "Love and Art"
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The CNN crew packed up to leave in the morning. I said "If ever you
want to come back, I'll host you again, if you like. They want me to
keep the house here." Len said, "We might, on the 4th. Or maybe next
year, to see the changes." I said, "It's going to be interesting to see
how your final piece will be. Or, even if it makes it on the air." Len
laughed. Don looked back and forth at us, and said to me, "I'm guessing
something. Can I head that off, and ask if you will be available to
help it meet with your approval?" I said "Sure! When I'm not doing a
live performance." He said "With your artistic ability, and knowledge
of the subject, I would be a fool not to beg for your help. And the
other reason, too." I said "I understand. If it needs a score, I can do
that too, and in real time." Len said "Wow!" I said "Well, if I can do
it for the fireworks, I can do it in front of a monitor." Don's jaw
dropped. Then he said, "That music wasn't a recording?" I said "Right.
I was making it up, and playing it in virtual speakers, as I was going
along. My manager was VERY happy with a recording of the whole thing."
Len said "I'm sure he's happy with everything you create." I said
"Not exactly. I can do things with music which would make people do
things which should NOT be done in public." He said "What things?" I
said "Did you see my Shiva dance?" Don said, "No." Len said, "I did. I
think I see what you mean." I grinned, and said, "Not really. That was
like a drop to an ocean. First time we discovered that, I was just
experimenting with fingers on two tympani. I had to stop and use my
power to calm the people down, including the musicians, to prevent a
wild orgy from er, erupting." A lot of wows. I said "I wouldn't have
minded, but we were going to put on a concert that evening. Not enough
time to clean up." They laughed. One said, "Would you actually have
wanted to let it happen?" I said "I, and people around me, don't need
drums for that. But those people didn't have a choice, so it would be
wrong to cause it." He said "Were some disappointed?" I said "Actually,
yes. Embarrassed, too. Some could have played the drums, with their
hands behind their backs." They laughed really well.
Don said, "That's one thing I don't think I'll ever understand, but I
like it a lot. Your humor." I said "Thanks, but who ever really
understands it? It isn't actually for that, but for enjoyment. The
Rabbi at the golf game asked, because of my humor, if I had any Jewish
blood in me. Did it show up on TV?" Len said "No, it didn't." I said
"I'll show you." I did, and they laughed really hard. I said, "Now
don't go around saying my humor is biting." They laughed some more. I
said "Or I would have to say that sucks." More laughter. Len said "He's
the only player in the history of the game to get a hole in one with
his CLUB!" I said, "Well, it was the first time I ever whacked a
defenseless golf ball." Some laughter. Len said "Could you have scored
a hole in one every time, if you had wanted to?" I said "It was for
charity. I wanted to give them their money's worth of entertainment."
He said "Even your non answers are very informative." I said "Isn't
your studio calling you?" They laughed. I said "Please remember, I
would like it if you could share some recordings with PBS." Len nodded.
When it was time for me to port them back to Atlanta, I held out my
arms to them. One by one, they came into them, and I hugged them with
all my love. Then just before I ported them, I said, "Never forget, I
love you." Then they were in Atlanta. Len said "I don't care. I'm going
to say it. I love him." Don said, "Me too. The most decent and human
person I've ever met or heard of." The others agreed. I pulled my
viewpoint out of there. Rose said "He's right." I said "I'm just who I
am." Hawk said, "Which makes him right." I said "I can give you a
right. And a left, too!" We wrestled around a bit. Then I said "I'm
going to see the Abbot here, and thank him for the use of his
property." I went outside. I ported the platform to my house on
Allguard. That was seen by the watching Monk, and I waved and smiled at
him, which made him embarrassed. I walked toward the Abbot's office,
and he followed. I stopped, and motioned him to me. I said, when he
arrived, "Please walk with me. Who needs to be lonely, surround by such
nice people?" He smiled, and we walked some more. I said to him, "Did
you see anything of particular interest?" He looked too much in awe to
speak. I said "I have very good hearing, but it seems not good enough
to hear your reply." My grin made it not a rebuke. He said "The crystal
flying box vanished." I said "Yes. I sent it to be near another house I
have far away. Artistically, it didn't look right next to this house."
I turned around and looked, and so did he. I said "What do you think?"
He said "It was very nice, but rather plain, while your house is not. I
have to agree." I said "Well considered. Do you like art?" He said "Oh
I DO, Master."
I sat on the ground, and so did he, from politeness. I ported a pad
of colored paper to me, and some pastel chalk. I opened the pad to the
light tan page, and gave him a pieces of white and dark brown chalk. I
held the pad in 4th hands, and said "You have studied me enough. Draw
me. You can use this pointed rolled up paper to smooth, blend and
lighten the chalk on the paper, if you need to." He gulped. I said "I
really heard that." He laughed weekly. I said "Don't be concerned. Just
let yourself go, and have fun." I watched from the other side with a
4th viewpoint. He started very tentatively, but as he gained in
assurance, so did his strokes. When he was finished, I said, "May I
look at it?" He hesitated, and I grinned. He turned it around, and I
studied it. I said "While pride is to be avoided, I don't know how you
can do that, for this. VERY well done." He was completely astounded. I
gave him a big loving grin, and said, "I LOVE giving well deserved
compliments. Thank you very much for allowing me the opportunity to do
that." We bowed to each other. I said "You are thinking wow aren't
you." He had to grin. I said "It's alright. You can say it. Together
after three. One. Two. Three! Wow!" We laughed. I stood, and so did he.
I said "I was going to see the Abbot. I still am, but with you." We
went.
The Abbot was in. I said "I have brought my watcher here with me. But
first I want to tell you that the CNN people have gone home. They will
be making a very good program about this country." He said "But they
won't have you there to oversee them. Oh, I misspoke. I should have
known." He knew what my grin meant. I said "Not only do they know I
will be watching them, they welcome it, for my knowledge and artistic
ability. I may even create music for the program, if they want it. I'm
here now about another art project." I showed him the pad, and said,
"Honest appraisal. What do you think of this, done in haste?" He
studied it, and said, "The artist really captured your essence. It is
very good. Is it available?" I said "For that, you will have to ask the
artist, here." I put my hand on my watcher's shoulder. They were both
surprised.
I said "While talking with him about the area of my house, I saw that
he had artistic vision, so I asked him to draw me, with materials he
might not be familiar with. There is the evidence of his talent. Tibet
is going to be free. It needs all the talent it can get, to become a
prosperous country. ANY talent shouldn't be wasted, and his really
should be developed in full. Doing sand paintings to thousand year old
formulas, while it is very worthwhile, is not enough for this young
man. He should have his talent fully developed." He said "I have to
agree. This is amazing. But we don't have anything here to help him." I
said "There is an art school in Lhasa. It costs money. I will give them
whatever they want, and more. Even build a new school for them, but if
he is willing to go and study there, he goes." He said "He can live
here, and study the Dharma in the evening, and still study art during
the day?" I said "Do you think we should ask him?" We turned to him,
and saw his tears. He could barely whisper, "Please." I hugged him with
all my love, and he almost collapsed in more tears. I held him up.
I said "Being a teacher is always an honor and a pleasure, but it's
in times like this, that I thank all that is holy that I am alive and a
teacher." The Abbot and I shed tears together. Then we all wiped our
faces. I asked the boy, "May I borrow this to show to the art school?"
He bowed and said, "Yes Master." I said "Fellow artist, let us be
friends, and equals in art. Please don't cry, or people will think I've
can't hurt anybody. But, sometimes it could be a little amusing to
think about it." They both laughed. I left them, still talking about
what happened, and about me.
In the lobby of the art school, I asked the receptionist, "I am here
to see about enrolling a student." He said, "We are not presently
enrolling students, as we have full classes." I said "Not enough
teachers?" He said "No, not enough space." I said "I might be able to
help with that." He said "How can you help?" I said "I don't know, but
I will. I always find a way. I didn't know I could build the Ruby
Bridge, or the floating Wheel of Life, or the Road to Sera, but I did."
He looked very surprised, and stood and bowed, which returned. He said
"Please accept my apologies, Master Teacher. I didn't realize who you
are." I said "Accepted. That still doesn't remove your problem I would
really like to fix. I'm an artist. How could I not?" He dripped some
tears. I said "You care. I value that." He bowed again, and said,
"Please follow me." I did.
We went to the office of the school owner. We were introduced. We
sat. I said "We both want something the other can give. I want to
enroll a student, and you want more space." She said "That must be a
very talented student!" I said "Yes, but that's not the full reason for
my wanting to help. I was planning to do that after the independence
takes full effect, so the Chinese won't interfere. I'm a teacher and an
artist. How could I not?" She smiled, and said, "I have to agree." I
said "Even if you can't take another student, I will give you all the
art supplies and equipment you need for as long as I live. I can make
as many floors under this building you would like to have. I'm not sure
about expanding upward at this time, while the Chinese are still here.
I would have to confer with your neighbors about some other ideas."
She said, "We will accept any help you will give us. Please tell me
about the student." I grinned, and said, "I thought you couldn't resist
asking." She laughed. I said "In casual conversation with a young
student Monk, who was set to watch my house at Jokhang, I noticed that
he had an artistic eye. So I sat us down in the dirt and gave him a pad
and some chalk, and told him how to use the smudge tool, and told him
to draw me. He had never drawn another person in his life. Here it is."
I gave her the pad. Her eyes almost popped out. When she could, she
said, "I want him." I grinned and said, "I knew that." She almost
strangled. I said "He will live in the Monastery, and attend school
here at the hours you set. You have the priority. Any problems with
that arrangement, let me know. Will his kind of clothing create social
problems here?" She said "It might, and I'll be watching for that, but
if anything, it's his talent which will, with envy and jealousy. Many
of our students have almost no talent at all, children of the rich and
powerful."
I said "Well, you don't have to worry about them. I will support your
school financially, and personally to those who have any objections
with how you run it, if you do it well. It's not blind support. You
deserve it, in support of art and talent, and you will have all you
need. I care most here about the real art students, and about what they
can do for this country. Do we understand each other?" She said with
pride and love, "We DO, Master Teacher!" I said "After classes, so I
don't disrupt them, I would like a tour of the building, and a list of
art supplies and equipment you want, prioritized by need. Expense is no
object, but excessive greed won't be appreciated. Would you like to
have some of my own art here?" She said "Oh yes!" I said with a grin,
"But you haven't seen any of my paintings." She said "Then, I will say,
'Oh yes yes!'" I laughed, and said, "Good one. When should I send the
student?" She said "Tomorrow morning at 9, local time." I said "When
shall I return for the tour?" She said "Today at 4." I said "May I port
to this office?" She said "Please." I said "Then I'll go now to tell
the student and his Abbot, and have them cry again. This means a lot to
them." I glowed and said, "Please accept my love." I wrapped her in my
love, and then ported back to outside the Abbot's office.
I said to him, "They didn't have enough room for a new student. They
will, tomorrow." He grinned, and said, "I have heard you always find a
way." I said "Strangely, that's what I told them at the school." He
laughed. I said "I'll be going back to make that new space, this
evening. And I'll be giving them all the art supplies they need, as
long as I live. I told her I would have done that even if she didn't
accept the new student." He grinned and said, "Now she loves you." I
sighed, and said, "From the moment I walked into her office, actually."
He laughed. I said "I offered her school some of my art. Would you like
to see some, in my house?" He said "Consider I said what she said, but
with a lower voice." We both laughed. While walking there, I said, "The
student should be there at 9 in the morning, local time." He said "I
will bring him myself." I said "I like that." He said "I knew you
would." We grinned at each other, with love.
We toured my house, and he was amazed at the new art I had just
included in it. More so when I told him that I added the basement after
the CNN people were in it. I said "This isn't the first house I made
for my staying in and hosting people. I've had practice." He said, with
interest, "Where are they?" I said with a grin, "Do you really want to
know?" He said, "Now, more than ever." We laughed. I said "On other
planets." He said "Oh! You would need them, for meetings and such." I
said "Absolutely. Personally, I need very little. People and love are
important to me, not things. But I have students in schools on many
planets, and we need to meet together. The same for other Adepts. Some
of those think a little too much of themselves, so I built a grand
house for that." He laughed, and said, "I don't have to guess. You are
the most powerful person in this realm." I said, "As far as we know,
yes. Some didn't fully enjoy that." He laughed some more, and said,
surprised." We laughed some more. I said "More so, almost to the point
of horror, when they found out the truth that love was necessary for
their advancement." He laughed his head almost off. I said "Some of
them have progressed, after learning love." He said "I am happy for
them. What do they look like?" I showed him images of some of the best
students at the biggest school, and told him that. I said "This one is
yes!" He laughed really hard again. He said "Could he teach here?" I
said "No, your Monastery is too open. He must not be seen by tourists
said "He teaches Adept skills, and yes, with his fur, Yab-Yum." He said
"I plan to visit soon." I said "I see that." He laughed, and said,
"Will you provide transportation?" I said "Yes. What else are friends
for?" We hugged, dodging boners.
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