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Date: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 18:44:33 -0500
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Stephen's Secure Blog #306
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 #306 "Gallery Including Tibet"
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Music rehearsals are going well in Vienna, but the people there look
at me more oddly than before. The Russians called us, asking for a
conference about my conducting there, and to ask if I could remove the
chicken with the human ass picture. We told them that we had given up
waiting for them, even though they were the first we had asked, and so
we were scheduled for other performances elsewhere, and the rehearsals
for them, for the rest of the summer. If I were still interested in
THEM, I might contact them in September, or October. I don't think they
took it well. I didn't let it bother me, but I did remove the chicken,
after making it fart a lot, which made my friends almost convulsive
with laughter. They called Chad again, and he gave them an earful,
telling them that other major music organizations had treated me with
honesty and respect, and made decisions in a timely manner, and that if
THEY had done that, we wouldn't have gone to those other people, and
that they had only themselves to blame. We both think they won't see it
that way. Chad, in telling me all that, called them pricks at the end.
I said "Oh, hungry again?" He laughed a lot.
I greeted the people at the door, as they came into the Gallery. The
President of China was already there, and so was the owner of the art
school. Sharon came, and so did the woman from State, and PBS. The
Priest from the golf game was there, too. At the announcement time, I
we have the contender; art, from some of the students in the art school
in Tibet I am supporting. I have some of my art there, and I made their
buildings, and sales of my art helps pay for some of the students'
tuition. Anything their art here earns, will go to them personally.
Here is the owner of the school." I introduced her. I said "In the
other corner, is the returning champeen, with something different. I
should explain something about them. I've been making them for years,
but haven't made them public, because they were so unusual. But, after
making the Ruby Bridge, and other things in Tibet, the same way, I
thought I didn't need to keep this a secret anymore. My gemstone
sculptures are created from solid blocks of natural and made gem
material. The different colors in them are caused by the same process
which happens in nature, but programmed to be in the exact place needed
in the block, for the final cutting. Some of the gems I used are
diamond, sapphire, ruby, chrysoberyl, and jade. More information is
included with each piece. I think you might be interested in how I make
them. Er, are you?"
There were a lot of yeses. I rubbed my ear, and said, "I guess you
are. I think you know by now that I can move from one place to another,
practically instantly. That's called teleporting. I can do that with
other people and objects, too. But, I don't have to port ALL of an
object. I see some of you nodding. I do no actual cutting and polishing
of gems. I port the shape of what I want, from the inside of the solid
block. The really hard part, is the design, and the horrible amount of
very fancy math which goes into the calculations necessary to program
that part of my mind which controls the porting, for the shape. Here is
a block of quartz. Somebody yell out a geometric figure." They yelled
some. I said "Er, we are in a three dimensional universe." Some
chuckles. The first one to yell again, said, "A cone!"
I said "Alright! And here you are, Madam, a cone of quartz, all nice
and shiny, and the block it came from, with a previously impossible
cone shaped empty space in the middle. It's actually a vacuum in there,
by the way. Yes, you may have them, the first public demonstration of
my gem carving technique. I see some of you have a question. Where do I
get my material?" Some nods. I said "I can port something as small as
an individual atom. I just gather enough of the atoms I want, from a
lot of places, which can include garbage dumps, and the atmosphere.
Well, there is already too much carbon there, and that's what diamond
is made of. Then I port the atoms together how I want them to be, and
there is the block ready for carving. But, I assure you it is NOT as
easy as I made it sound. I had to build some VERY fancy mental programs
to handle such a complicated process, and that took a lot of effort and
time, and still does, to run them. There is much more to the process,
and even some danger. Yes, some of the more complicated sculptures can
explode from released stress, after porting. I try to not be there at
the time. Well, after that first surprise." Some laughter. I said "And
some, just fall apart. So do my emotions then. Well, I like my work. I
hope you do, too. Thank you for your support for Tibet."
I said "Oh, and please remember, Chad sets the prices on my work, NOT
me. If you want to get violent with him, please try to keep him alive
for the next event." Some laughter. I said "The things from Tibet are
available on silent auction. I will personally sign the certificate of
authenticity, dedicated to who you want, for you when you pay for it.
When I tell them back in Tibet, it will really make their day. I REALLY
want to give that to them. Thank you." They went back to their
browsing, looking as if they had a lot of different emotions. I yelled
out, "I see how you are looking at the prices. Don't worry, Chad is a
medical doctor, and we have first aid equipment here." Some laughter.
The State woman came right at me, and I made a move like I was trying
to escape, and she couldn't keep from laughing. When she got to me, she
whispered fiercely to me, "What is HE doing here?" I said "Er,
standing?" She looked like she was ready to hit me, and said, "You know
what I mean!" I said "I told him you would be here, and would recognize
him. In fact, he's wondering if you are the one. Oh, by the way, he
asked me what YOU are doing here." She had to laugh. I said "He is my
very unofficial guest, for art, and nothing else. He's trying to get a
museum for Tibet, built in Beijing. If you make trouble about this,
well, don't make me squash you like a bug!" She laughed again, and
said, "Would you really squash a bug?" I said "Oh, you caught me." She
laughed some more, and said, "I won't make trouble. I know he'll be
gone when the gallery is closed, so there would be no point in it." I
said "Would you like to meet him? Unofficially, of course. He's
actually a very nice man, when he's away from his desk." She nodded,
and we went to him, and I made the introductions. I left them to talk,
and mingled some more, but I listened, as they both knew I would. They
were nice to each other.
PBS talked to me near the art from Tibet. He said "We want to do the
series on Tibet. Have you recorded this exhibit?" I said "Absolutely we
have!" He smiled, and said, "CNN said you asked them to share with us.
They have, and it's a LOT! Thank you very much." I said "You're
welcome." He said "They said you have a house there with a studio in
it, that they used for some of their live interviews and post
production." I said "What a good host should provide." He grinned, and
said, "Especially one who wants control over what they do." I said "Er,
absolutely?" He laughed. I said "There has been no real fine art in
Tibet, in all it's recorded history. All the art, except for some
crafts, has been in support of the religion, and very regimented.
Practically all the people don't even know what real art is. Until I
started supporting the only art school there, and including my art in
it. Now there are more applicants than there are people to tell them
there is no space for them. There is so much talent there, so long
suppressed, it's amazing!" He politely ignored my few tears I wiped. I
said "Would you like to visit the school after this show?" He looked
surprised, and said, "Wow! I never thought I would have the opportunity
to do something like that. May my wife come with us?" I said "Sure." We
firmed up the trip offer.
After some more mingling, the Priest stopped me, and said, "The
Vatican has been wanting to talk with you." I said "I know." Then I
grinned, and so did he, and he said, "They say you can be very
frustrating. I am not moved to disagree." I said "Good. Encourages
thinking." He looked really frustrated. I said "I haven't spoken to
anybody about religious things since then. I've already said all I have
to say on the subjects they would want to discuss." He said "But you do
know more than what you have stated publicly." I grinned, and said,
"Don't we all?" He had to smile, and said, "Point taken. Your reason?"
I said "I believe in diversity. I don't want to contaminate one
religion with another. There is already too much religious confusion. I
don't want to add to it." He became very thoughtful. Then he shook that
off, and said, "I have to ask, do devout Christians reincarnate?" I
said "There was never one more devout than I, who left my rich house
without any clothing, but with a beating, and lived in poverty for the
rest of my life, and died in prayer. Yet, here I am. I don't know who
reincarnates, and who doesn't. I think that if there is a need, whose
who would best fill that need, are chosen to do it. Looking back on all
my lives, while some were absolute horrors, for the good I have done, I
feel I have been blessed with the opportunity to serve. If you are
chosen to reincarnate, well, in my opinion, that is a privilege beyond
compare, that you directly serve God's will, even though you will
probably not know it. Here, come with me." We went to the back room,
and I helped him to sit down and recover.
He said "Will you reincarnate?" I said "I can't. I shouldn't even be
here. I am allowed to stay just to see that Tibet succeeds, and my
children are half grown. My spirit is so big, it won't all fit in this
body. In fact, I have to continually resist the pull of my next
existence. Those who can perceive and understand auras, can see this."
He said "Do you know what that existence will be?" I said "Yes. In
Christian terms, I will be with the other Senior Saints, managing
Heaven, including reincarnations, under God. Well, you, a Catholic
Priest, of all people, should understand religious hierarchy." He
smiled, and nodded. I said "In Buddhist terms, I am considered to be a
Buddha, a fully enlightened person, equal to the other Buddhas, who
can't reincarnate, and so will be helping manage the afterlife,
according to the basic principles of existence. In this life, I am
considered to be, in a functional way, the Bodhisattva of Love. I am
love, so that part I can't deny." He said "I don't understand about
that love." I said "It is not to be understood, but experienced, and
shared." I held out my arms, and he stood, and came into them. I hugged
him with all my love. Then I helped him to sit down. I waited for him
to recover. He said "You are right. As much as I can tell in my report,
nothing is like the experience." I said "Oh, I'm actually right about
something!" He had to laugh at my grin. We went back out to the main
room.
One asked, "Is there a warranty on your gem sculpture?" I said "Yes.
If we deliver it, we guaranty that you will receive it undamaged. If
you drop it, well you will have already bought it." He grinned and
said, "I understand. If they break, can they be repaired?" I said
"Actually, yes. I would use an optical UV activated adhesive for the
transparent parts. I could make new parts, too. Cost you, though.
Depends on the problem. So far, if anybody I've given these things to
in the past, which I have, has damaged anything, none of them have had
the courage to tell me so." He laughed. I said "I don't recommend you
keep a crystal sculpture where sunlight can get at it, unless you give
your guests sunglasses. Might even start fires, with the lens effect."
He said "I didn't think of that." I said "I had to, when a Lama asked
me to make a gigantic crystal Buddha, for outside. I convinced him to
go with jade. We didn't want to fry anybody. Not good for vegetarians."
He and some others laughed. The Priest tried not to, and almost choked.
That he saw I noticed that, didn't help him at all.
I went to the Priest, and whispered, "Gold, platinum, rubies,
sapphires, and some diamonds, all natural. Yours, with my name to yours
on the back. Check your pocket." I walked away, and he did that, and
almost fainted. He caught me grinning, and went very red in
embarrassment. I had made for him a big and very fancy cross. Different
from others, though. Instead of a tortured body on it, I put a big
heart shaped star ruby in the middle of the cross. A minute later, he
came up to me, and said, "Why?" I said "One of the people I used to be,
has become very well known as a giver of gifts. You might not want to
know just how and why that got started." He said "Please tell me,
anyway." I said "Do you think I knew you would say that?" He almost
choked. I said "There was a Priest in Greek Anatolia, who used to go
prowling around at night, tossing bags of coins into the open windows
of the homes of the poor. Why he did that, has never been reported." I
stopped, and he said, "You've hooked me, and you know it. Please
continue."
I said "Well, he was perhaps one of the least generous men of his
time. He really disliked people, including children. He violently hated
people who disagreed with him. He was very smart, though, and very
calculating. He figured that if he gave the poor some money
anonymously, they would be less likely to come begging at his church,
which he detested." He said, with interest, "Did that succeed?" I said
"For a while, it actually did, a little. Then somebody caught him at
it, and went public. Then his church was overrun with the poor. He was
VERY annoyed!" He laughed very well. I said "He had to tell them he
would not give any more money to the poor, just some food, or he
couldn't even operate his church. Tell me, what is the lesson in that?"
He looked very thoughtful, and so did some others who were listening.
He eventually said, "Ah. The lesson that Saint Francis had to act on.
Be careful how you help people, or what you do can actually cause
greater harm, than if you had not." I said "Correct. I have seen that
played out many times in my lives. I am WELL aware of it now, and it
influences all I do in this life." He became very thoughtful again, and
so did some others. One muttered, "The Master Teacher in action. Wow!"
I bowed to him, and he was embarrassed. Hawk laughed.
Somebody asked me a question. I asked him to wait. I want to the
stage, and Hawk rang the bell. I said "Is this the next round?" Hawk
said, "Maybe. Want to fight it out?" I said "Maybe later. But you can
go and get some punch." He groaned loudly, which caused some laughter.
I said "I have been asked about one of my new art themes; the Cat
People. I was asked why. The big and really important reason I have for
do cats and kittens. Can't miss. Do them as people, and you can add
much more to that. I think I have. I hope you agree. Now for the lizard
people. With them, I want to show that there is beauty in all forms,
and not just in the long teeth of the beholder." Some more chuckles.
I said "Does anybody think I have another reason for doing them, and
care to guess what that might be?" The President of China said, "I
think I know. You want to show us by extreme contrast, that our human
differences are nothing, compared to those who might inhabit other
worlds, and show us that they could be just like us in many good ways,
despite outward appearance." I said "Well said. Thank you." We
exchanged bows. One yelled out, "Do those really exist out there?" I
said "I think it would be very interesting to see if that is true, or
something similar. If you really want to know, I suggest you get to
work on ways to do that." One said "Can you teleport to other worlds?"
I said "Theoretically, yes, but there are practical obstacles. Can I
breathe the atmosphere when I get there? What about the gravity?
Microbes? Hostile hungry animals? Or people like us who would shoot an
alien on sight? Assuming they have eyes. I have more than enough work
on Earth to keep me busy. I think I'll stick around here for a while."
I said "I played some music last time. Anybody think I should do that
this time?" There were a lot of yeses. I reached behind me for the
flute I ported to my hand. I said "Requests?" One said "Danny Boy!" I
said "NO! Please choose another." My tears convinced them I was
serious. Then Chad said, "Stephen! Wait! He's well, now!" He said in
contact, +I just checked in him. Those above us have given you a gift.
He is cured, and remembers all.+ I checked on him myself, and there he
was, reading a book. One of mine, actually. He was still in the nursing
home, not having any other place to go. I said to Chad, +Please tell
him tomorrow, about my new life, and that I will see him soon. Please
see that he has all he needs and wants. Please accompany me on the
piano, while I sing it.+ I said to the crowd, "I will sing it. I should
explain. Dan, my brother in my last life, was dying of Alzheimer's.
That was until my big love broadcast. What Chad just told me, has
changed my mind about the song. He's gone back to get the piano." When
he was ready, he started playing. I sang it with all my heart, with
waves of sadness and joy, mixed with love, flowing from me, tears
streaming down my face. Then I was done, there was dead silence. Then
there was some loud applause, mixed with amazed wows. I wiped away my
tears, and looking at my sleeve, I said, "The only thing they're good
for." That earned me some laughter in reaction.
I played and sang some more music. Chad and I even did a duet. Then I
signed the papers for the Tibetan art. All of it sold, and for good
prices. Rose managed the collection. Most of my own art sold, even my
alien pieces. I asked the buyers why. Some said it was because they
liked them, and some said it was because they were different. They, and
the others said too, that it was because it was from me, and they
thought it was a good investment. Some of my most expensive gem
sculptures didn't sell. Sharon wanted some of them for the Smithsonian.
Then the President said, after we had closed the gallery, "I will
purchase one of them. This one, please." I said with concern, "Are you
sure you want to do that? Can you afford it? I would not like my art to
cause you harm." He said "I think you for your concern, but I thought I
had more money than I knew what to do with. Now I know, at least with
some of it. I won't live forever, and I can't take it with me, so why
not enjoy what it can give me now, while I can?" I said "Did Dan have
anything to do with your decision?" He said "Yes, what happened to him,
did. I am VERY happy for you, and for him. He reminded me of my own
mortality." I said "I will go before you do." We hugged with love.
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