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Stephen's Secure Blog #304
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 Summer of year 7 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #304 "Preparing for Independence"
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It took a lot of work to get the Exile government into place in time
for the turnover. They had no idea how to do that, and actually made it
worse, with things they didn't think of before, and things they did
think of, but forgot, and things they didn't believe would happen,
which did. I don't EVER want to do that EVER again. I think they knew
how I felt about all that, and were very careful, trying not to anger
me. Some even expressed wonder at my patience. So did Rose and Hawk. A
lot. It really didn't help. Then I had to do something. I ported to
Labrang, and had a meeting with Losang and the Abbot. After polite
things, I said, "I need help. I hope it can come from somebody I think
can give it." I explained the problem. The Abbot was impressed with
what we had already done. I told him specifically what I wanted help
for, and why I was asking him for that. I said "I know you have the
ability I need. I know your temporary replacement here is more than
capable of the duty. You are my best hope, which won't diminish in a
noticeable way, where the help comes from."
They were both extremely honored. The Abbot asked if he could bring
some staff, and I said yes. They called for a big meeting in the
biggest hall. I started it with, "Soon Tibet will be independent. The
Government in Exile will be in power until a real government is
actually working. Unfortunately, while they have some knowledge of
governing, and have worked out some procedures, they have no real
useful experience, and are hopelessly lost, and reluctant to admit it.
Your Abbot has the experience, knowledge, and ability we need. And more
importantly, the wisdom. I think you know that. I sure do! So, I'm
asking him to come to Lhasa, and help set up the new government, and
show them how it should be done. I know it's not the best thing in the
world for Labrang to be without its Abbot at this time, but I know he
who will act for him here, is VERY capable, having learned from the
best, and being wise in his own right. I am asking if you will agree to
have the best of Labrang, have a leading role in making ALL of Tibet
great. What do you say?"
They were stunned. I cupped my ear, and many of them voiced loud
approval. Then almost all did. Then I bowed, and wrapped them in my
love. Then the Abbot addressed them, saying, "The Master Teacher has
demonstrated that he is expert at getting what he wants. He wants me. I
have no ability to resist." His big grin encouraged some laughter. He
said "I don't know how I can help, but because he has said that I can,
I will. Who of us can refuse him? Losang will be Abbot in my place. He
has my full confidence, and I hope, yours, too. I don't know when I
will return. Actually, I don't know when I'm leaving here. However, I
expect the method might be interesting." My big grin made them laugh.
He said some more things, and then Losang did, and the meeting was
adjourned. We went back to the office.
I said to Losang, "I know you. When did you expect this to happen?"
He looked surprised, then a little guilty, making the Abbot laugh. He
said "I knew when you were here last, and complemented the Abbot,
because I know YOU." I nodded. I said "And did your Abbot know?" He
looked at his Abbot for permission to speak, who nodded. He said "I
approached him with my suspicions, and he expressed the same. We
prepared for this." I said "One more thing. Did I expect all that?" He
couldn't respond. The Abbot did, with, "Yes, and I knew you did. You
build people in the most subtle ways, while you are helping them in
open ways. I have seen that, with much admiration. That is why I
expected all this." I bowed and then said, "I feel SO exposed!" They
laughed.
I said "One of my students, Srinoy, will be teaching in the
government offices an hour a day, soon, with those who have fully open
Third Eyes. You WILL attend." He grinned, and said, "Absolutely! I will
be ready to go, as soon as my staff is. Do they know of this in Lhasa?"
I said "While we have been in communication, I have been speaking to
them via projection. I think you might have assumed that at first, they
did not experience rapturous joy at my announcement." They had a good
laugh. I said "Then I told them about you, and they felt much better.
Then they didn't, when I told them that you would be my deputy in
this." They laughed some more. I said "Then I told them more about why,
and that they REALLY didn't want to see me frustrated and angry, which
they had seen me becoming. Now they will be properly grateful for your
help, enabling me to spend less time being annoyed with them." They
laughed really hard at that. I said "While all that is true, and a
little amusing, you know the real reason why I don't want to be more
involved with this." He said "Yes. You want Tibet to be of us, and not
of you, in the eyes of others, and in reality." I said "Absolutely! And
for providing the correct answer, the prize you win is er, more work."
They laughed again
When they were ready, I ported with them to Lhasa, and made the
introductions. Then I ported out. They all assumed I would be watching,
and they were right. Things mostly went well after that, and the Exiles
were VERY impressed by the Abbot and his staff. Then the owner of the
art school called me with a problem. I ported to her office. She said
"We have a problem. We have become too popular. It seems like every
parent in Tibet has an artistic genius child who absolutely has to come
to my school." I grinned. She said "I'm serious!" I kept grinning, and
then she had to laugh. I said "What did you expect, when it became
known I was actively supporting your school, and made your buildings,
and had my art in it? I'm a little respected around here." She yelled,
"A LITTLE?" Then she covered her mouth in embarrassment, while I was
laughing.
I said "Did you call me here to complain, or to brag?" There were an
interesting mix of emotions coming from her. Then she sighed, and said,
"I think, both." I said "You need to be selective. You know that. Soon
enough, the problem will partially correct itself, when others open
schools of their own, to make money from your rejects. Eventually, all
Tibet wins. More schools, more jobs and earned money, and more art
education, can't be all bad." She was impressed, and said, accusingly,
"You expected this!" I said "So should you have." She was more
thoughtful, and said, "I suppose so. I tend to concentrate more on the
art side of this, than the business side." I said "I wish I could be so
selective, but I can't. I have broader responsibilities." She said "I
almost understand that. I do have to thank you for your art. People
come to see your dragon, and then some purchase some of the things our
students have made, which earned them good money." I said "And maybe
future employment. A good economy demands art." She looked more
hopeful.
I said "Prosperity enables the wealthy, who need something to spend
their money on, to demonstrate their status to others." She looked
really thoughtful, and said, "And they will want jewelry. We should do
more of that here, in support of that." I said "Yes. Goldsmiths will be
in demand, even by the middle class. Disposable income must be disposed
of. You thought I made the buildings too big. You will have something
more than an art school soon, an art academy." She said "Wow!" I said
"If you stop complaining about having too many student applications."
She laughed
I said "I will be doing fireworks on the 4th. You might want to
station your students in good locations, to capture some of that, and
other celebrations, in their art. I think you will need a lot more
stick-on hangups." She said "Good idea, and yes." I said "There is a
big box in the atrium. Its appearance startled some visitors. Hmm, it
shouldn't harm your reputation much." She laughed, and we went to go
see what was happening. We gathered some students to unpack the box. My
Monk was there, and we grinned at each other. The other students
noticed, and that didn't hurt his status with them at all. He noticed
that, and did well in trying not to giggle. In the atrium, I received a
lot of deep bows. All the students looked proud at that. They noticed
me noticing that, and some laughed nervously. More when I smiled and
nodded. I received a lot of complements about the dragon from
everybody. I said "It's here only temporarily. When the new Museum of
Tibet is built in Beijing, it will go there as my gift to China. Then
I'll put something else in its place, if it is desired. Oh, that
interesting look from the school owner tells me I really have to do
that." My grin made them laugh. I said "In support of this school, I
know what I meant."
I bowed to her, and she couldn't help giggling while she was
returning the bow. I said "I prefer not to put my image in my work.
It's not new to me." She said "Oh, I didn't think of that. But a lot of
people want to have images of you." I said "Possibly. Do you think they
should study well, so they can make them as they want them?" She
thought some, and said, "Yes, they should. I know I will." I said with
a dramatic sigh, "Everybody wants to embarrass me. Please try to not
make my ears too big." They laughed. We went back to the classes and to
the office. I said to the owner, "I want some art from some of your
students, for my gallery show in New York, with pictures and
biographies of the artists. With their permission, of course. You
should include something of your own work as well, if you agree. We
will sell them by silent auction. I want my customers to SEE where
their money goes to, when they purchase my art." She was really happy,
and said, "That is great! Go away now so I can go to work on that." We
laughed, and I did just that. I told Chad about it, and he liked it a
lot.
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