Stephen's Secure Blog #333
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 #333 "Prepping The Buddha Book"
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At the appointed time, I ported to the new residence of the Dalai
Lama, next to the government center. His secretary was in a VERY good
mood, which I couldn't help smiling at. He noticed, and said, "There
are a million thank yous running though my mind, all my waking hours
here, and even in some of my dreams, for you, for this new home for the
household of the Dalai Lama." I said "Wow! That must be quite
distracting!" He laughed, and said, "Actually, it is, but in a very
nice way. Even melodic." I said "I admire your poetic expression. I
thank you for sharing that with me." He looked at me in surprise, then
in more surprise, when he reviewed what he had said. When he recovered,
he said, "I didn't know I could do that! Thank you for bringing it to
my attention." I said "You're welcome. Please consider sharing your
ability with others. I can recommend a publisher." He was very
thoughtful, and nodded, and then bowed. I said "May I tell the Dalai
Lama of this?" He said "Yes you may, but I doubt it is worthy of his
notice." I gave him a mysterious look, which made him have some mixed
emotions.
He closed the door behind me, so I could be alone with Lhamo. We
hugged with love. I said "Do you have news for me?" He grinned, and
said, "Yes, but nothing bad." We discussed it. Then it was my turn. I
said "You are happy. I love that. Is there anything you would like me
to change here?" He said "No, nothing! I love the porting doorways. No
STAIRS! I can see the whole city from my bedroom and office, and I
don't have to half kill myself to do it! All the beauty here calms and
brings joy to my spirit, and that it is from your heart, does that even
more. I can't thank you enough!" We shared our tears in our loving hug.
I said "Actually, I wanted to discuss that with you. With his
permission, this is what happened when I ported to see your secretary."
I showed him, which included my comments. I said "I think his
composition should be encouraged." He said "I agree. It shouldn't be
lost to speech, but saved in written form." I said "I'm researching
Tibetan musical forms. A National Anthem could be created. I think we
might now know who can assist with the words." He said with interest,
"I would like to help, too. May I tell him?" I said "Yes, but I
recommend that you do not tell him of your own intent, or that would
interfere with his creativity." He said "I see. Wise."
I said "And you might not have time to help, after I give you an
assignment you will NOT want to even think of refusing." He became very
excited, and said, "I know what it is! You have finished The Buddha
project!" I said "Yes, and my own writings regarding it, also." He said
"I must see that!" I said "Absolutely! But there is something else. It
is set to be published as soon as you have completed your review, and
if you want, your introduction." He was thunderstruck. He cried, and
when he could, he said, "Such an honor! I can't thank you in a way
which can express my feelings." I said "That is never necessary between
us. But, you might not want to be associated with the book. You must
decide that very carefully. On one side, it could make you more
controversial than you should be. On the other side, if your leadership
wasn't written in stone before, after that, it could be carved in solid
diamond." He looked thoughtful, and said, "All the more interesting.
Intriguing, actually. You have captured my interest on multiple levels,
in a way I had not thought possible." I said, cavalierly, "I try." He
laughed. We hugged.
I said "I probably won't be changing anything in the book. So, please
be mindful of that, in your decision making." He said "As I expected.
You do very complete work. The evidence of that is all around me." I
said "Yes. I really do try." He laughed some more. I said "American
Public TV, which I love and support, plans to make a series of programs
on Tibet; its history, culture, and religion. I will be helping them.
CNN gave them a lot, at my request. I will be writing a big picture
book, and tour DVD, for them to sell and offer in their next
fundraising effort, in which I will probably participate again. I
haven't told them that last part yet, because I don't want them to get
so excited that they might cause some injuries. Well, they like me a
lot." He laughed. I said "Not so fast. I'm not going to lie about some
of the past, to make Tibet look better than it was, but I won't push
the bad too much." He said "I know. You have to be honest and fair. I
think I shouldn't worry. If it would hurt us, you wouldn't do it at
all." I nodded.
I said "Now for something you might find some amusement in. My
associates sure did. I recently had a private meeting with a Catholic
Priest." He looked very interested. I projected all my experiences with
him, from the golf game, to the last meeting. He looked very
interested, and laughed and chuckled in some places. When it was done,
he looked at me with admiration, respect, and love. He said "All I can
say, is WOW!" I said "Well, that's something. Think the Pope will ask
to visit Tibet and you?" He said "We hope he does, don't we?" We
grinned really wide at each other.
I said "I should inform the PM about the possibility. You could do
it, but you have more important work to do!" He nodded, trying to be
serious. I said "Here is a crystal of it all, for easy reading. Here is
a memory card of the files. Please, don't let anybody else see them.
Now, get to work!" We laughed, and hugged with love.
At the appointed time, I ported to the office of the PM. Before he
said anything else, he said, "Thank you for this building! I didn't
realize how much of a difference it would make in my staff, and myself.
It is almost a joy to come to work now. We didn't realize how much the
frustration of working in Potala had affected us." I said "You're
welcome. The Dalai Lama and his staff have expressed the same feelings
to me, for their new residence. I'm very happy I can make people happy,
and at the same time, help them to work harder." He laughed.
I said "Now, to our business. I had a meeting with him, and of that,
we would like to inform you of a possible event. May I play some movies
for you?" He nodded, and I did that, with what I had played before, of
the Catholic Priest. He ignored the phone calls. He looked at me like
Lhamo had, when it was done. I said "Do you think he will visit us?" He
said "I just don't know. He will really want to, but his advisors would
be against it. Whatever happens, or doesn't, I think might be very
interesting!" I said "I have to agree." He said "The way you did that,
now I see something of how you worked on those in China." I said "And
the Abbots in Tibet, too. You can ask Rhamcha about that. The only
problem there, is getting him to stop." He laughed.
I said "There are hospitals and a teaching medical center. I would
appreciate it if you would tell them that I will be visiting soon, to
give them free electricity, such as this building has." He said
"Please! They have complained about the unreliability of the electrical
service! Oh, I should have known you would be aware of that." I said
"Not really. I didn't know. But I did assume." He nodded. I said "You
really should have told me. Don't hold back in the future. I can always
refuse, but if you don't ask, I might not know what should be done." He
said "You are correct. I apologize."
I said "I recommend that you do not bother the Dalai Lama for a week.
I have given him some reading to do, which he will want to be
undisturbed to complete." He said "The life of The Buddha?" I said "I'm
not going to say what it was, just that he was VERY interested in it.
So, please keep it a secret, until some decisions are made." He said "I
will." I told him about my working with PBS. He said "We will give them
whatever support they need." I said "Good. We still need the world's
support. This will help." He said "Absolutely!" I said "I have an idea
for a National Anthem. Not what, yet, but who among Tibetans will be
asked to work on it. I'm researching the music of Tibet for some ideas.
Please ask around for some good traditional musicians." He said "I'll
assign some people to it."
I went to visit the offices the universities had set up in Lhasa. At
the UMD office, we sat at a conference table. I said "Got any
questions?" He grinned and said, "How could you miss the nightclubs?
You said there wasn't much nightlife." I looked, and said, "Oh. I see.
Well, you know who I am. I've never been in one in this life, or even
thought of it. Never tasted alcohol, either, even in my last life.
Would the Pope have thought to look for them?" He said "I missed that.
Sorry. But it might help draw students." I said "I'll have to think
about that. Underage drinking. Bad thing. Interferes with my teaching
methods. They should be warned about that."
He said "Oh. I didn't think about that." I said "I didn't, either. I
seem to have had a blind spot about that. Now I'm concerned about what
else I might have missed, that could sink all my plans for this
country. I could make it so no alcohol could exist in the student
dorms, but that would ban perfumes and some medicines. One thing we
need to make very clear. Even moderate alcohol use, at this altitude,
can be very dangerous to one's health. Most especially to those who
aren't used to it, and to drinking. More so in the winter. If you pass
out on the street, you die." He said "Wow! We'll have to do some
medical research on the effects." I grinned, and said, "I think you
will find no dearth of volunteer subjects." He laughed. I said "Have
them study Brownian Movement." He looked confused for a moment, and
then said, "Oh! Drunkard's Walk!" I said "Yes. Who knew chemists had a
sense of humor?" He said "Well, they play with moles." I said "Good
one! Even Einstein got into that." He said "There is a good probability
that others did, too." I groaned. I said "I could add another one, but
I have to concede. You won with that." He said "You're being generous."
I said "Yes." We laughed.
He said "I'm curious. Does alcohol have an effect on psionics?" I
said "Absolutely, and in an absolute way. Blocks it. Most depressants
do that, which some people find depressing." He grinned, and said, "I
asked, because there is a science fiction novel called 'Drunkard's
Walk', by Frederik Pohl." I said "I didn't know that. Hmm, interesting.
He wrote that it does have that effect. I wonder if he knew it from
personal experience. Too bad he's not available for asking." He said
"You didn't know about the book, and then you knew what was in it?
How?" I said "Tooting my own horn is best left to musical things. I see
that hasn't satisfied you. Well, I can directly access the internet. I
searched for it. Then I scanned around for the book, and found one, and
read it." He said "Oh. I see what you mean about the horn." I said "In
my last life, I wrote some SF, but like Pohl, I used other names, even
for nonfiction. I read his Starchild series when they first were
published." He said "I've read them too. Great author. Would you tell
me the names you used?" I grinned, and said, "No." At his disappointed
look, I said, "The reason for doing that still applies." He said "Oh.
That means you are still writing them." I said "Should I ask your boss
to replace you with somebody less intelligent?" He laughed.
I said "The reason was security. I was involved with secret
government things, and so could not be in the public eye, or my nose
would be blown, or something like that." He laughed. I said "I'll tell
you what. I can write a book as fast as I can read one, and I'm doing
that almost continuously, in separate mental processes, and exporting
them to computer files. Well, I remember my past lives, going back a
whole lot of years, so there is a lot to write about, even if I just
cover the languages. I suspect you have read at least two of my books.
Oh, I know that look!" He laughed. He said "I just made the connection.
You've said before, your first life was 74,000 years ago. So it's
real!" I said "I'm not saying, except to strongly request that you keep
your suspicions about that to yourself. Well, and to me." He grinned,
and nodded. He said "Are the others in the series written?" I said
"First, tell me why they are being published." He said "I should have
expected that. The Master Teacher in action. You don't do anything
without a reason people usually don't know about right away. You are
preparing us for the future. Something of that past still affects us,
and will be something we will need to know in the future." I said "Such
insight should be rewarded. I see you don't object to that." He
laughed.
I said "Each book begins after Earth is ruined, and two sets of
people have left for the stars, and the story is then told in
flashbacks, when some hardship in her present triggers those memories."
He nodded, and said, "A great way to run a series." I said "Well, those
cousins are still out there, and know about us. Someday the people of
Earth will know what they did, and how that affected us, and still
does. The authorship of that series, and other publications, may become
public in about 14 or 16 years or so." He said "Wow!" I said "Right!"
He laughed, and then became serious. He said "Why then?" I said "You
will know why, then." He said "I don't know what you mean." I said "You
will, along with the rest of the world, at that time." He said, "I can
think of what that might be, and I don't like it." I said "The
beginning is the end, and the end is the beginning."
While he was trying to make sense of that, I said "Here is a crystal
of what is written of the series. She lived a very long time, so there
could be a lot more books in the future, if there is a desire. You read
it by putting it to your forehead. I may put some other items of
interest in it for you, from time to time. Oh, and it will only work
for you. There is one more thing. It contains what I will give you
now." I stood, and glowed, and opened my arms. He came into them to be
hugged with all my love. I helped him to sit down. I said "We'll be
keeping in touch, I'm sure. Farewell." I ported away.
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