Stephen's Secure Blog #331
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 the Fall of year 8 of his special
school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #331 "Catholic Priest"
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I received a call from the Catholic Priest. I invited him to my house
in Tibet. He was eager to accept. At the appointed time, I ported him
to my living room. After polite things, he said, "At last, I have you
alone!" I said "Should we use protection?" He had a lot of interesting
reactions to that, which my grin didn't help. Then he had to laugh. He
said "I didn't mean it that way. I meant we could have a private
discussion." I said "For me, there are two kinds of private
discussions, which are like yours. Confessional, or therapy, is one
kind. The other is a regular private talk, a meeting." He said "You
know I understand. This would be mostly the private talk kind." I said
"So, what's on your mind, that you want on my mind?" He smiled, and
said, "Your past lives." I said "I don't want to make those in your
Church, liars." He said "That doesn't surprise me. We've discussed that
very thing." Silence. I said "Because you haven't told me of the
conclusions, am I to assume there were none?" He said "Er, yes." I said
"And you wanted a meeting just to tell me that?" He said "You are very
frustrating!" I said with a grin, "Good!"
He sighed. I said "I don't know if I should tell you something, which
might add significantly to your troubles." He said with a rueful smile,
"You just did. So, please increase the harm." I said "Well, here goes.
Since I was twelve in this life, when in the right mood, and not fully
aware, I could paint the past, even the past lives of people with me.
Twice, I painted the future. All of those things were verified, but I
will not do the future again. I have explored the possibility of
exploring the past with my mind, and developed the math for it. I can
now do it consciously. Here is what a Triceratops really looked like."
I projected the image. He said "The colors! Beautiful. Oh. I see what
you mean. That IS a problem. How much of what we know, that we do NOT
want changed, is false?" I said "If we disregard my own lives, well, a
lot, and some very significant things. BUT, I have deliberately NOT
examined the whole life of Jesus." He relaxed a little, and said, "But
you could." I said "Yes. I already know some things from my own
memories, but I could see and record all, if I wanted to." He said "Why
haven't you?" I said "Except for idle curiosity that I don't have time
to satisfy, I don't see a useful reason to. Why bother people with a
possible different Truth, when they would die or commit murder to
maintain the one they have?" He said "I understand that, and agree with
Church already has a bad reputation for that. If it ever came out that
you lied this way, you would be destroyed, and a LOT of people would be
really hurt. How could I knowingly be responsible for that?" He saw my
tears, and had some of his own.
I said "There is something you should know. I asked my superiors
about this. I was told I could reveal all of The Buddha's life. I was
told to leave Muhammad completely alone. For Christianity, I was told
to use my own judgement. I was annoyed at that last ruling, for which I
received some amusement. That did NOT alleviate my annoyance." He had a
lot of different emotions swirling inside him, and outside in his aura.
I waited. He said "I will advise the Pope that we should leave what you
choose to reveal, or not reveal, to your best judgement." I said "But
said "Sure. A lot. More to come from my past lives, too. For instance,
I wrote most of the Old Testament, as Daniel." He said "Oh!" I said
"And the book on Moses is going to be revised to include my childhood,
earlier than I remember." He said "That one I really want to read!" I
said with a grin, "I would, too, if it wasn't me." He grinned back.
I said "I wasn't going to write of my life as Joseph, of the Coat of
Many Colors, but I have, and as a movie. A REAL LIFE recording." He
said "That could be popular." I said "Researching known lives is too
time consuming and boring, even though I have that happening in
independent mind compartments. There are other things of history which
are much more important. Here are projections of what the Sistine
Chapel really looked like at different times." He said "Wow! I see what
you mean. What we have is not as important as what we have lost, to
recover." I said "Like the Library at Alexandria." He sat up
straighter, and said, "Absolutely!" I said "That was my first
investigation, and may not be made public for a long time." He said
"Why is that?"
I said "Think what would be demanded of me, if it were revealed that
I can see ANYTHING of the past, at will?" He said "I think I do see.
All law enforcement would be at your doorstep. Oh, and you would be
under constant attack by those who don't want their crimes exposed! You
must NOT let the public know you can do that!" I said "Thank you for
your concern. So, most of my past research which can't be attributed to
my past lives, will be released as fiction during my lifetime. After
that, well, that won't be my decision." He said "Do you know when you
will die?" I said "I live now, only with special permission, and help.
That will expire, and me along with it, in about fourteen years. I have
asked for a two year extension, but haven't had a reply to that yet.
I'm sorry to have distressed you so." I hugged him with all my love.
He said in his tears, "WHY?" I said "First, YOU know death isn't the
end. I know much better than most, because I have died an AWFUL lot! I
can't stay here. I'm just too big. I have to constantly resist the pull
of my next existence, which other Adepts can see. Sooner or later, it
will become too great, and I will be gone. It's ironic that, because as
I am now, I do not physically age, and could theoretically live
forever, and even if that weren't the case, I could make a new body for
me to occupy, in less than a second. I can see the past, only because I
don't belong in this realm, but in the place where all time is one." He
looked up, and said, "Can you see the future?" I said "That's a little
complicated. I can see possible futures, if I want to. I don't. The
present is confusing enough!" He had to smile.
I said "Because I have so little time left, relatively speaking, I'm
trying to use all my time away from important duties, to do things my
advanced students can't, such as make unusual things for Tibet, and do
the other things only I can do, that need to be done. That includes my
art, music, and writing. You might not realize this, but most of the
books on the best seller list, are mine, under different names. And
there are the scholarly papers, hundreds of them, that I've written,
and continue to write. All my knowledge is being stored for the future,
even things which won't be understood now. And all of my time research.
Want to see the Colossus of Rhodes?" I showed him. He said "Wow!" I
said "There will be movies of the building of the pyramids, and other
things of similar interest. There are going to be a LOT of astounding
things showing up for the public, after I die. Er, you wouldn't want to
hurry that up, would you?" He laughed, and said, "I shouldn't laugh,
said "Yes. Thank you. This isn't going anything like I thought it
would." I said with a smile, "Has it ever?" He said "Well, no."
I said "Do you know what my biggest limitation is, in exploring the
human past?" He said "I can't imagine!" I said "Language." He said "Oh,
I should have thought of that." I said "That's where my biggest effort
is, decoding and learning really dead languages. Another problem is
dating. It's not like using a calibrated machine. Most times I have to
guess from astronomical observation, and known rulers. While knowledge
of the past is very important, the present and future is more
important. What good is old knowledge, if the human race is dead?" He
said "Is that possible?" I said "My team and I have stopped invasions
from space." He said "Oh! Thank you!" I said "You're welcome. Well,
some of that was self preservation. I told you about the Van. They did
a lot of bad things to us, throughout history. One of their bad things
was to murder people like me that they noticed, which could be a threat
to them. That my school, and me, was such a closely guarded secret, was
all that kept me alive. Until they knocked me out at random, and took
me to their moon station for dissection, when I was fifteen in my last
incarnation. That was VERY bad for them." He laughed, and said, "I can
well believe that!"
I said "I shouldn't tell you this, but a lot of er, help was given to
the Church by the Van, to motivate the burning of people of special
talent, called Witches. Yes, people like me. The destruction of Tibet,
for the same reason. They also promoted a way of living, which was like
how they lived, which could be called Despotic Communism. We owe a lot
of bad things to them, but not nearly all the blame, which you should
know. Humans did the work with glee and gusto, what we would now label
horrors." He said "Yes. We have much guilt to expiate." I nodded.
I said "So, what else have you got for me?" He gathered his thoughts,
and said, "The Pope still wants to meet with you." I said "I'm not
going to go to him, and show all Buddhists that he has a higher status
than I do. He is head of only some Christians, where I am highest for
ALL Buddhists. Even if we ignore that, what about my past lives as
Saints? Are they lower in status than the Pope? Personally, I don't
care about all that, but billions of people do. I must respect that,
and them." He said "We have discussed that." I said "And the usual
happened?" He laughed, and said, "Exactly!" I said "So, what are they
going to do about it? Oh, there is one thing about that. Some of my art
is still in the Vatican. I was Raphael." He said "That doesn't surprise
me. What can we do? Probably nothing." I said "I don't have any
particular desire to meet with him. Added to that, is that I don't
think there is any benefit to the world that it happens. Would it be a
benefit to him? Probably not. Oh, don't tell me. You've discussed all
that, too, to the same lack of conclusions." He laughed, and said, "You
DO know!"
I said "Now you have a problem. How much of this are you going to
report, and to whom?" He said "You won't forbid anything?" I said
"Correct. I trust in your judgement." He said "I wish you wouldn't." I
said "All who are worthy, feel the same way." He said "While being
Enlightened is good for you, it isn't always good for others around
you." I said, "So they think at times, but it is exactly the opposite."
He said "I think I understand. I don't know what I should report, and
even of that, what would be believed." I said "Believe you, or believe
me?" He said "Both." I said "I can fix one of them. I can give you a
special recording of this meeting, if you want, which only you and the
Pope can see." He said "I would accept that!"
I said "The cross I gave you. You don't wear it?" He said "I
shouldn't. It is too rich for my position, and it doesn't have Jesus on
it." I said "I can't make one like that. I do not support idolatry,
particularly of torture." He said "I understand, even though we
disagree on the application of idolatry. But you have made statues of
The Buddha." I said "True, but they aren't thought of in the same way
as statues of Jesus, and statues of other people in Christianity. You
yourself, have seen people give those statues honors that only the
invisible Spirit that is God should have." He nodded, without saying
anything. I said "When you put the ruby heart of the cross to your
head, you will feel the love of two. One is mine." His jaw dropped open
in astonishment. I said "Being unclear of mind, can cause rejection of
what should be experienced." He became thoughtful. Then he said, "You
knew this would happen. All of this." I nodded, and said, "That of
between us, mostly, when we first met. Not that I could see the past at
will. Before, in my last incarnation, when I first er, terrorized a
Cardinal, I knew I would be followed by the Vatican, and that sooner or
later, a representative would get close to me, which is you." He
smiled, and said, "We still review that report. You made a VERY large
impression on the Church at that time, which continues to the present
day." I bowed, and said, "The Cardinal was right about me, and I was
wrong. My past lives as Saints did speak through me then, which I
didn't believe at that time. Now I have to."
I said "Would the Pope accept a cross from me, like Popes in the past
asked for and accepted my art?" He said "Yes he would. What he would do
with it, I don't know." I grinned, and said, "Yes. That might be
interesting. Whatever happens, be assured, I will not feel insulted.
Amused, maybe." He grinned. I said "I will NOT give him something
sexual!" He laughed very hard. When he could, he said, "I wasn't
thinking that." I said "Yeah? Prove it!" He laughed some more. I made a
10x18cm cross of sculpted and engraved different colors of gold and
platinum, with gems all over it. The ends were enlarged to hold
settings of very large en cabochon red and blue diamonds, which had
sculpted backs, surrounded by brilliant cut white diamonds. The larger
stone in the middle was of my own created formula, which showed deep
multi-fire like the best opals, but was almost as hard as a diamond,
surrounded by long marquise cut emeralds, points out, with small
brilliant cut yellow diamonds between them. All the stones but the big
center one were natural.
On the back, was the Lord's Prayer, and my name as maker, and the
name of the Pope as recipient, and the date, and the list of materials.
It was hung on a very heavy gold rope chain. I ported it to me, and
gave it to him. He was in absolute awe. I told him what it was made of,
and said, "Each of the large stones has memories which can be read when
put to it the forehead. One includes all the times I have had with you.
One contains, with an index, parts of some of my past lives of
interest. One contains some of my books of interest. One contains the
making of my unusual things in China and Tibet, and other selected
recent things, such as my performances. I will add to those stones
remotely, with new things of interest, at times. The middle stone
contains love. Only you and the Pope can read the stones with the
files, until I die. Then all can read them. Until then, I may not
support what you or the Pope reveals of what is in the stones."
He said "I don't know what to say." I said "Well, that was something.
It will be interesting what he will do and say about it." He looked at
me oddly, and said, "You're not going to make public that you are
giving this to him?" I said "Correct." He said "So the choice is his."
I said "Seems so." He said "You did this kind of thing in Tibet, didn't
you." I said "Yes, and worse." He had to laugh. I said "If he wants to
meet with me, he can do a State visit to Tibet to see the Dalai Lama
first, and then meet with me here, if he wants to. Alone. After asking
me if I will be available. All publicly announced. One more thing. The
Gospel According to Thomas is the only accurate Gospel." I stood, and
we hugged with love. Then he was ready, I ported him back to the
Vatican.
Then I had a meeting with the Guardian Council. Pete said, "You
really played him!" Ichi said "He played the whole religion!" Rose said
"He was nice, and at the same time, a sneaky suspicious devious devil.
I like that." Hawk said "You would!" She poked him, and he laughed.
Ichi said, "I see now, you really did know what was going to happen
with him." I said "Yes. It was inevitable. With who he is, and his
Church." Chad said "Will it really change them?" I said "I have already
changed them, starting in my previous incarnation, by just existing.
That will continue, but slowly." Pete said "Will the Pope meet with
you?" I said "Yes, if they can get over the issue with him being alone
with me." Rose said "Some day, all the religions which exist now, will
become one, because you are of all of them." Pete said, "Then new
religions will be created." I said "Maybe. I hope I get to watch that,
and laugh." Hawk said, "Why laugh?" I said "Because then I will be who
they worship, in truth. And then they all will be worshiped, too,
someday, and will share that amusement, that they will have been
worshiping themselves, because we will all be with God then, and so in
that realm of all time as one, we all together will BE and are God, and
the only true reality is love." And that's what we shared.
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