Stephen's Secure Blog #341
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 Winter of year 8 of his special
school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #341 "Pope and I"
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The Pope and I went into the den. We sat. I waited. He laughed. He
said "Why the Seal?" I said "I knew you wanted to see me alone, and you
would not tell your staff, because they would want to know why. They
refused my request for that, so I gave them a reason to agree to it."
He said "They think you will confess to me." I said "I am not able to
commit what I consider to be a sin." He grinned and said, "The Nixon
defense?" I grinned back, and said, "Good one! But no. Name a sin, and
I'll tell you if I have ever committed it in this life." He said "Not
even as a child?" I said "Yes. I was in a coma from age two to ten.
When I woke, I was tutored by the Abbot of a buddhist Temple, who is an
Adept, and my former student in a past life. We both could feel the
emotions of others, so there was no question of lying, and I had no
other opportunities to sin until I left the Temple to go to my special
school, which was run by Adepts, and all the students were either
Adepts, or were on the way to becoming them, who all could feel the
emotions of others. No sins there, either. Part of our training
involves ethics. So there isn't even any temptation now, not that there
ever was for me. However, we differ on one item. Doing sexual things
with people we love, if it's not adultery, is not a sin for us. On the
other hand, having sex without love, is something we just do not do."
He said "What do your parents feel about this and you?" I said "My
mother died when I was two, when I was injured, and my father deserted
me. He contacted me a few years ago, and was very unpleasant. All he
wanted was money. I gave it to him, as an annuity, and fixed the
trouble he had with his fellow criminals. We have had no contact since
then. I have loving foster parents, and consider the parents of my
friends and classmates as my parents, too, to which they agree with
love."
happens very often with people who want to see me for specific reasons.
Some ask to postpone it, and then when they come back, they have the
same problem, and again, and again." He laughed, and said, "I don't
doubt it! I was going to ask you what happens after death, but you
already answered that question." I said "Well, there is more. Want it?"
He nodded. I said "In simple terms, we exist in at least two realms or
dimensions. The physical, and the spiritual. Oh, and I'm a scientist.
I'm not guessing about this, and it's not about faith. I have actually
explored the other realm, and devised math to describe its properties.
When we die, the spirit or soul, goes all the way to the other side
into a holding area, where time is strangely variable to some degree,
usually for 40 to 74 days. I have had some conversations with souls
there. There the soul is judged. Part of that judgement is influenced
to some extent by what the soul strongly feels will happen to it, and
it is unable to lie to itself. If it really feels it should go to hell,
it just might. The same for heaven, but what those are, is private to
the individual. Those who have no strong feelings, reincarnate. So do
some others, depending on the needs of those who manage the place.
Souls who have attained enlightenment, or spiritual greatness, are
sometimes not able to reincarnate. They become the managers of that
part of the spirit realm, and exist in another part of it where all
time is one. They work for God, and are a part of God at the same time,
which is not possible for us to fully understand. There are many other
complications, but mentioning them won't help you understand the
afterlife any better."
He said "Thank you. You have explained it well." I bowed. He said
"What of you?" I said "I can't reincarnate. I'm just too big to stay in
a body. I have to continually resist the pull of my next existence, as
all Adepts can see. I will be gone in about 14 to 16 years. Well, I
asked for an extension. It was acknowledged, but not yet granted." He
said "You really do speak to God?" I said "We all do in a way. It's the
reply that's the hard part. The first time in this life I intentionally
talked to God, was on a mountain in Sinai, in the assumption that my
isolation would make it easier for the communication. Unfortunately, I
couldn't remember which one I had used before, as Moses, so I had to
pick one at random. Well, we were lost then, and they all look
different now." He chuckled. I said "I was properly surprised to
receive a reply." He grinned. I said "Most times I receive
communications without asking, which usually interrupts things. Adepts
around me feel that happening, and sometimes receive some of that, too.
You can ask Rhamcha and the Dalai Lama about it, if you want."
He said "Him. The disks." I said "He was trying to be nice." He said
"It causes complications." I said "What doesn't?" He chuckled. I said
"I don't intend to disturb him with anything negative about that. He
has about three years left in this existence." He said "Does he know?"
I said "Yes. I cured him of cancer, but I can't do much for old age.
And his path is set. He isn't sad, because he knows he will
reincarnate, but is very grateful, even deliriously happy at times,
that he can live his last years in a free Tibet." He nodded.
He said "The cross you sent to me is very beautiful." I said "Thank
you. It was worth the small effort in making it, in seeing your
Priest's face when I presented it to him." He laughed very well. Then
he was very serious, and said, "I recognized your love in it. The other
love. Is that of God?" I said "Yes. As I felt it." He had some tears
for that. I passed the tissues, and said, "My feelings were similar. I
keep these around for that." He tried to grin, and said "Master
Psychologist, too." I nodded.
I said "It's interesting in a way, that people believe, and as you
want them to believe, that your Church is always right and unchanging.
We know it isn't. You want them to believe it is, to maintain power
over them. That is evident, because the Protestants have proved that
they can be faithful Christians, well, as faithful as Catholics, which
is to say, not much, without your repressive hierarchy. Your Church was
created as a State Religion, to help Rome rule as many people as
possible. I know, because I, as Nicholas, with Constantine, did it. You
still exist for the same purpose, and are losing that influence. Too
many people know something of what you know, that your archives are NOT
entirely public, and that Jesus wasn't born in winter, or in Bethlehem,
and that there were no Three Wise Men. Anybody who actually reads for
knowledge, the Gospels, knows they aren't accurate. They don't even
agree with each other. The Old Testament is like that, too. How can
your organization continue to exist much longer, the better people are
educated and are able to think for themselves?" He said "We have long
thought the same thing, and have not found an acceptable solution." I
said "Then you need to adopt the best unacceptable solution, before you
are forced to accept a worse one. I don't want to be responsible for
all the suffering that would cause, so I did not plan to to even look
at the full life of Jesus, because I can't lie about anything. Oh, and
I can see anything in the past I want to. But what happens after I am
gone, and there arise other people with my abilities in sufficient
strength to do what I do? Do you want THEM to control your future,
instead of yourselves?"
He said "You have given wise council, but it falls on unwise ears. I
agree, but I doubt we will ever have the courage to do as you advise."
I said "But at least I said what you expected me to say about it." He
grinned, and said, "Your intelligence is too much for me." I said
"Sometimes, for me, too." He said "What do you advise we do about the
gift?" I said "Well, you can't lose it, because most would know I would
have copies. If you announce that it isn't real, people would demand to
see it and determine that for themselves. Making them choose between my
known truthfulness, and the reputation of your Church, well, YOU
personally are being sued for covering up child sexual abuse. I think
that would not be good for anybody. If you make the files public
without comments, there will be some controversy, and some might leave
the Church, but I think not many. Some will praise your honesty, and
some will curse it, and make themselves look normally stupid. If you
remain silent about everything, some will demand to see it for a while,
and that will die down over time. This last option seems to be your
best option, if you don't want to risk relatively immediate changes to
your Church, but could contribute more to er, its disrespect, which has
been increasing for some time." He said "Well argued. Not much help in
it, though."
I said "Well, you have already hung yourself by the short hairs.
Infallibility is one of the false platforms your Church is built on,
after enforced ignorance. But humans are very fallible, as are all
things made by humans, INCLUDING religions. You have divided the
population into two parts; people who are unable to understand and
accept science, even while they use the results of it to deny its
existence, a psudo-luddite form of dissociation, and an actual mental
illness, and those who are pragmatically rational who have to deny your
honesty and validity. Political parties in America are prime examples
of that. Your followers are made to ignore your many continuing
transgressions, while you try to shove them under your already
mountainously lumpy carpet, and rant against their same sins. And that
doesn't even take into account past history. Do I really need to
mention the Inquisition, where people like me were deliberately
tortured to death by your Church? How long can you continue this
charade? How does it really benefit your faithful in the long term?
Will they, CAN they really be Saved by the Christ, by his Church being
so, well, false? You don't even keep the proper Sabbath, because of the
Church's opposition to Judaism!"
He hung his head and sobbed. I went to him and hugged him with all my
love. I said "The lie is the destroyer of sanity. The insane cannot
know God and be Saved. Grace must be accepted with full knowledge, or
it is a false fantasy. Tell me truthfully; am I wrong?" He said "No,
you are not wrong." We hugged some more. I said "There is something
else. No man can absolve another of sin. Only God Himself may do that.
Confession can be a start of expiation, though, and is good therapy,
and should be continued. I will put this session on the cross I made
for you, so you can refer to it, or curse it, as you feel at that
time." He tried to smile.
I said "What do you think about Father Paolo?" He welcomed the change
of subject, and said, "I understand. You have made him wise beyond his
years. He has studied much, recently. I would like it if he had more
contact with you." I said "I'm not sure HE would. I give his feelings
quite some exercise." He said "I really do believe it!" He had to laugh
with me. I said "He will be able to see this meeting on your cross if
you let him. Your decision on that should be interesting, either way."
He grinned, and said, "You like doing that." I said "Sometimes, but it
comes from my need to be fair. I try to let people have the opportunity
to make good choices, because we, of all people, should support God's
decision to give us free will." He looked at me with reverence, and
said, "You really are a Buddha, and I know what that means." I said
"Those who are the best judge of that, say it is so."
I said "If you permit, I would like to try for Heavenly contact now.
For us." He looked awed and eager. I said "I take that as a yes." He
nodded. I said "There are two ways we can try it. I can ask as myself,
and if there is a reply, hope you can feel some of it, or I could
contact you mentally, with privacy in place, so you can watch and
experience it with me. I've done mental contact a lot, but NEVER for
this situation. You would be the first, if you want to." He said "Is
there a danger?" I said "In the contact, no. If we receive something,
there could be, depending on the strength of it." He said "I will risk
it." I said "If you are injured by this, or if you die, I will be in
BIG trouble, but I will risk that, for YOU." He dripped tears of
humility. I said "Ready" He nodded. I made contact, and said, +This is
simple mindtalk. Speak in your mind to me, and I'll hear it.+ He said
+Wow!+ I said +I hope you don't think that's original.+ He laughed. I
said +I'm going to try now.+ I reached, and sent my desire out. It came
back with their love and a clear message. When it was over, I
disconnected. I checked him for damage, and there was none. I said
that. Then I waited.
The Pope said, "The message!" I said "I know of it. That was for you.
You may share it as you wish, with me or others, or not, with no bad
feelings from me." He said "There is no doubt! It was from God! But you
were in it. Oh! You said there all time is one. That explains it. You
are a Messiah in the true sense." I said "There have been many. More
than two, which kind of invalidates the Second Coming myth." He said
"Yes, the dead corpses rising. No mention of the ashes of cremation." I
said "Well, that was the burning question." He laughed.
I said "I have a very personal request." He looked interested, and
said, "Please." I said "Don't make me a Saint. Been there, done that."
He said "You knew I was going to, if I outlived you." I said "Only
suspected." He said "I won't demote you." I said "Er, or make me
anything else!" He laughed. He said "I can't decide that, because I
don't know what will happen. But you know you can't stop what will
happen after you are gone." I said "Do you REALLY want to bet on that?"
He looked startled, and then grinned really wide, and said, "Actually,
I don't." I nodded. I said "And my wife will still be living. Rose is
second only to me, in all the galaxy we know of, in all my unusualness.
You might not want to make her feel er, unfriendly." He grinned even
wider. I said "We will be married in the spring. Would you like to meet
her now?" He said "Absolutely!"
Rose ported in. We stood, and she hugged and kissed him. He said "I'm
very pleased to meet you, Rose. I feel your love. You are very much
like Stephen." She said some polite things, and then said, "We would
like to invite you to come to our wedding. The Dalai Lama will be
there, and probably some other Heads of State." I said "We won't be
insulted if you can't, so don't worry about that. Also, no gifts. Or to
charity only." He said "I would like to attend. I will have to see if I
will be allowed to. Yes, even I don't rule completely, my people." I
said "He who thinks he does, doesn't even rule himself." He nodded, and
said, "I'll pass that on. Thank you." I said "I think we are finished
here. Shall we go back to the others, and not scratch their burning
itch of curiosity?" He laughed, and said, "Yes, let's." Rose made her
excuse, and ported away. I said "Do you want to have a recording of
what they have been saying in our absence?" He said "So I can read it
now? I said "Yes." I gave gave him a crystal, and he put it to his
forehead, and then laughed. I grinned and nodded. They had been trying
to get Eli to go evangelistic, and he was playing with them. I said
"What you make public of what we said, is up to you, and your best
judgement." He said "Like you did to Paolo, with the same feelings in
response." I gave him my evil grin, and he had to laugh. I said "I
REALLY value free will. I won't tell about before Rose joined us,
because it was the reverse of what your people assumed." He nodded with
respect and love.
We went out there, and sat. We talked some more, and his people were
surprised that he knew what they had been saying. Then they were ready
to leave. I said "I want to give you something. Oh, don't look so
afraid!" Some nervous chuckles. I said "A picture of Leonardo's 'The
Last Supper', just after he finished it. Actual size. unfortunately,
it's just too big for you to cary it around. So, please accept this
smaller version for now, and when you have a place for it, I will put
there the big one, if you want it, and nicely framed, too." The Pope
said, "Yes please! We do want it, with much gratitude!" I ported to my
hands, and gave one of his people, a 2m by 20cm cylinder, and said,
"It's in there, rolled up. The smaller version. May I tell CNN about
it?" He said, "Yes you may. Thank you very much!" I said "You're
welcome. I thought you should have a gift that doesn't cause any
problems." He laughed, and the others had some odd expressions. I
offered to hug them. They were reluctant, until the Pope was eager to
do it. He was the first, and Rhamcha was ready to steady him afterward.
Then the others came to me one by one, with Eli assisting.
They left in something of daze, with Eli and Rhamcha, and those who
remained, the released CNN people, wanted to know what we said in the
den, but didn't dare to ask. They saw my amusement at that, and had to
laugh. I said "You can laugh some more, knowing me, and thinking about
his problems even deciding to tell his own people what I said." A lot
more laughter. Don said "I can't help wondering what he will say about
you now in public, if anything. The press will want to know at their
first access to him." Len said "Absolutely! In fact, as soon as he gets
back to Rome, all the news organizations will be at the Vatican for
that, continuously." I said "They are going back to their guest
quarters. Do you want me to port a team there, to catch them when they
arrive? There is just time for that." They did, and I did it. I said to
the remainder, "I'll stay here with you as long as you want to stay in
Tibet, but don't ask about what happened in private. Clerical
Privilege." They nodded agreement.
The Pope stayed overnight. He went straight to the airport in the
morning. When all the CNN people were back at my house, I said, "If you
want, I can port your teams to Rome in time for you to er, badger him."
Some grins. Len said, "Thanks, but we already have a team there." When
they were packed up, I hugged them all with love, and ported them back
to Atlanta. Then Eli and Rhamcha asked for a conference. And
separately, so did Lhamo, who suggested we do it together. I ported him
to my house just after the others ported in. He said "Will you tell us
what happened?" I said "Yes. We had a PRIVATE meeting." He said "I
understand." I said "But the public part of it can be shared. Here's a
crystal of it. I made one for the Pope, too." He grinned a lot while
reading it. He said to Eli, "I'm very impressed." Eli turned a bright
red in embarrassment, which made my grin almost crack my face on half,
which didn't help him at all.
I said "I'll tell you one thing about what I said to him, because I
do it a lot to people, which he knew. I said what he says about what
happened in there would be his decision with his best judgement. He was
a little irritated at that." Eli laughed. After some more friendly
conversation, they went home, and I ported home. Rose said "That
message. Do you know what it was?" I said "It was for him, and should
stay that way." She and Hawk were frustrated, but knew I wouldn't
change my mind on that.
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