Stephen's Secure Blog #332
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 #332 "House of Love"
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I said to Chad, "Here are some more books. Languages of my past
lives, and other languages in history. Here is a biography of The
Buddha, with AV, from one of my lives, and time research, to be
published under my name, after I ask the Dalai Lama if he wants to
intro it. The appendix includes accurate transcripts of ALL of his
teaching, and some discussions, analysis and interpretations by me." He
said "Wow!" I said "That's in there, too." He poked me, and we laughed.
I said "There are crystals, so you don't have to do direct reading.
Here is my life as Francis, in biography, my memories, and time
research AV. Up to you how that life is published, and when. Same for
the Moses set, Joseph, and Daniel. Here are books on the brain,
psychology, and sexuality. Publish how you want. This book on gems,
with great pics, can go any time."
He said "This is a lot of work, but I love it! We've been tracking
your list of recoverable art. I want to go public with you being the
source for the items which have real claimants." I said "Fine. For the
next gallery event, how about dinosaur art, of the real kind?" He said
"All your art sells, but something new each time does help. That should
be very interesting!" I said "Well, it is. We'll save the AV for after
I'm gone. By the way, Columbus was Spanish, not Italian. Here is his
bio and pics." He said "It's going to be very interesting how the
world, and the critics, take the notice after your death, that what
they thought was fiction, or what they disagreed with, was from you,
and true." I said "It's hard to talk like this. Gigantic face
stretching grins weren't invented for speech." We laughed. I said "I
wonder. Will somebody ever figure out that all the authors in your
publishing house, are just one?" He said "I don't know, but if it
happens, who would believe it?" I said "Should I go on CNN just before
I expire, and announce that?" He said "We have time to think about
that."
I said "We should do more music recordings. Solo instruments, and
full orchestral works, all my playing. Video if you want. They should
be of all the best music ever written, and the things I keep writing.
And I have some more love ballads, and country western songs, for more
singing albums. Some are duets for with Rose. We should do another TV
special for those." He had some tears for that. I said "I'm
investigating Tibetan music, instruments and songs. I want to make an
album of that soon." He nodded. Then he said, "There has been some talk
about you and music awards." I said "Please tell the people who are
responsible for managing those, that I do NOT want to be nominated for
or awarded any awards. To me, real art isn't a competition. Only the
business of it is. I'm not a professional trying to earn a living, like
all those other performers. Awards, and the ensuing recognition and
fame, can really help their careers, and can make the best of them very
wealthy. I will NOT take that away from them, because I don't need any
of that, myself. And I won't be around long enough to make the best of
it, anyway." He cried, saying his love for me, while we hugged.
My college love tour is going well. I stopped all trouble before it
happened. Sometimes I had time to answer questions before porting to
the next venue. There was full healing, including replaced limbs. It
was reported that even diabetes was cured. Then I was sued again, by a
person with body dysmorphia. He had deliberately sawed off his own leg,
because of that condition. I said to the ACLU, that he didn't have to
attend the event, and could have rejected that healing, but didn't,
because his psychiatric condition was cured before that, which he
hadn't rejected. I said they could test that by asking him why he
hasn't cut off the new leg. With their assistance, the suit was
dismissed, because he almost didn't have a leg to stand on. I had to
write that, but it was Hawk who actually said it.
The school bought a lot of land adjoining the RedCloud property. I
built a big house on it for my future family, like the one on Allguard,
but in Modern Western Pueblo style, with all my tech upgrades, and
protected. The multilevel basement was gigantic, with a really big pool
room, a gym, a games room, and my art workshop. I made other big
buildings too, around it, like the sports complex on Allguard. And a
big recording studio, a video studio, and a production facility. There
were guest houses, too. The main house had a lot of bedrooms, and a
some fully equipped apartments, and a very big and well equipped music
room, and a big art gallery. There was a separate Port-All center. The
property would not have rain or damaging winds, and UV was limited. The
grounds were lush, and watered and maintained automatically. I shielded
the property so that very little could be seen from the air, and by
ground approach, and the perimeter and airspace were automatically
monitored and alarmed.
Then I called a meeting with all the old team, and Ichi, Dan, Jeremy,
and the RedCloud family, at my new house, after we toured it. I said
"We chose this property to give all of you choices without pressure
from us, for where you might want to live. ALL of you are very welcome
here after we are married, and even before that. More than welcome.
Actually, very desired, verging on possible kidnapping and
imprisonment." Some chuckles. I said "And the school, for visits, too.
Anything you would like us to add to the property and facilities,
please tell us. Yes Dan, even more odd instruments." We laughed. I said
"No house, no matter how humble, or how grand, is a real home if it
doesn't have love in it. We hope at least some of you will help us to
fill it with love over time, so even those with no psionics at all
can't help but feel it. Oh! That's a good start." There was a lot of
love flowing.
I said "Rose and I have a problem. We had decided to get married
right after she turned 18. But that would be in Winter, and we want an
outdoor at the festival wedding, with and for all the Navajo who want
to attend. Our time together is limited, and we want our children to
have as much time with me as possible, so Rose and I would like to
marry this coming June, while she is still 17. Please tell us your
thoughts on this." They all looked at Mr. RedCloud. He cleared his
throat, and said, "I think I'm expected to say something." Most of us
grinned at him, which he tried not to return. His wife poked him, which
he ignored, after his initial jump. He pulled out his phone. After
poking it for a minute, he said, "Saturday, June 21st, is the solstice,
a VERY good time for a wedding. I'll tell the Council. We are going to
invite other nations, if they want to participate. Some from Tibet,
too. Stephen, you will make the physical arrangements, for the festival
and for the wedding and reception."
My tears were flowing, and I said, "Yes, Dad. I will have a real
father then. And a real mother. I can't imagine how that will feel in
this life, but I'm VERY glad I don't have to wait another year for
that. VERY glad!" Then I really cried. Rose got to me first, and then
her mother. We cried together. Then they all came to hug me. Cress
said, "And a sister!" I said to her, "I was going to say that, but
didn't quite make it. Forgive me?" She said "Yes." I said "I just
compared you with all the other sisters I've had, in all my past lives.
You, in my current life selfish opinion, are the absolute best. I have
loved you like a sister from the moment I met you. I think you know
that, too." She had some tears, too, and said, "Yes, brother. I have
the two best in the world." Rose said "That's true, actually, even
without bias. We really do have the best." Pete said "Absolutely, and
on the record."
Then Cress surprised everybody, saying to Ichi, "You will wait for
me, won't you?" He shed some tears, too overcome to speak, but he bowed
to her. Her father said, after glancing at his wife, "We approve."
There were a lot more hugs again. I said to Ichi and Cress, "You will
build your own house when you need one. I'll help you with the
practice, and poke you a lot, and you can have some of my art for it,
but it is going to be of YOU." He bowed his thanks to me, which I
returned. Hawk said "I think we know who's going to be doing the
talking for the family." We all grinned and chuckled, while Rose and
Cress poked him.
I started glowing. It wasn't something I intended. This time it was
green, shot through with gold. The glow of absolute love flowed to
engulf the whole house. It wasn't ever that intense before. It lasted
for two solid minutes, and then faded. We all tried to say wow. It
didn't work. But what did work was love. The house had it, and for us.
We all knew and felt it. Nice and warm, like it was hugging us. None of
us complained.
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