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Stephen's Secure Blog #347
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 18 in this story, in late Winter of year 8 of his special
school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #347 "Unshrouded"
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I took Ginging to Labrang, and they are loving him. Literally. Minton
is assisting Splidnt at Shalu. That they already respected and loved
each other, showed a lot to their students. It's going well.
I said to my stone, "Tell me about the collecting." He said "You
assume that I know something about it." I said with humor, "Delaying
tactics will only affect time, not results." He projected humor, and
said, "So speaks the enlightened. I see I should tell you, before your
reduce your enlightenment in your efforts to learn about it. You are
correct. You are not the only person who has been given tasks by those
in the other reality. The Originators seeded life at their command,
including Earth, and from Earth to other planets. They stopped their
activities on Earth when the people here first started using tools.
They do not interfere with intelligent life." I said "Yet they worked
for the Van, AGAINST intelligent life." He said "I don't know why that
situation was allowed to happen. It may be that the Van had their tasks
to fulfill, also. I suspect you will know, and more than I will, in a
few years, when you leave this life. I don't have any more information
about the collecting."
I said "The moons of Mars are VERY well shielded, which caused me to
dig deeper." He said "I didn't know you had examined them!" I said
"There were anomalies in history about them, so I had my suspicions.
The problem is, one of us might just try to scan them, and then they
will know something is off. Am I correct that we are not supposed to
know about them?" He said "You are correct." I said "I should move
them, but they WILL be missed." He said "You could duplicate them in
external appearance." I said "Maybe, but they are VERY big. What do I
do about the originals?" He said "They are no longer in use and are not
needed here. They can be destroyed." I said "But your people are in
them, and I can't port them out." He said "They will survive." I said
"I will not risk that. Please provide another option." He said "You
could port them to a very far location." I said "Still a risk for
discovery. I can do this. There is a small mostly airless planet closer
to the sun in the Allguard system. I could port them to be INSIDE that,
near the surface where the pressure wouldn't cause any damage." He said
"Good idea. I support that."
I made duplicates of the moons in size, shape, and specific gravity,
so they would follow the same orbit. I arranged for identical vectors,
and made the transposition in less than a second. Then I said to my
stone, "Are there any things like that I should move out of their now
uninhabited recent home system?" He said "So you know that wasn't their
original world?" I said "Yes. DNA doesn't match. Nor does archeological
history." He said "Yes, there are some things that could be moved." He
told me, and I did it. I said "Any other things in systems we might
explore in the next thousand years?" He said "I don't know of any.
Thank you for performing this unasked for good service." I said "They
and I have the same masters, so I should do it." He said, with some
amusement, "You are your own master." I said "I know what you mean.
Hard to think like that. Thanks for your help." He said "You're
welcome.
Father Paolo asked for a meeting. We did that in my house in Tibet.
title is undeserved." I said "So, for ANY man." He said "Should I call
him the Pope Daddy?" I said "You've been waiting to say that." He
laughed, and said, "How did you know?" I said "I feel your emotions."
He said "Difficult to surprise you." I said "Still, you deserve to be
congratulated. Not many in your position would have even thought of
doing that, and I WOULD have been very surprised if I had not felt your
emotions." He said "Thank you. Anyway, my boss wants me to tell you he
admires your restraint, knowing your views on the subject of religion.
Yes, he saw the CNN interview." I said "A phone call would have taken
care of that. Let's get to the heart of the calzone." He laughed. He
said "He asks for more of the life of Jesus." Silence. I said "Oh, I
see you want to know why I haven't said anything. I was waiting for
something new." He almost strangled. He said "You can be very
frustrating!" I gave him my evil grin. He laughed.
I said "My reasons for not doing the research still stand. I have not
yet heard anything which would invalidate them, and I don't like
restricting knowledge like he is doing. And there is another, unspoken,
reason." He said with interest, "Would you tell us that reason?" I said
"Privacy. Would he and you like YOUR lives so exposed?" He said "Oh!" I
said "Right. You only thought of yourselves, and not of Him! That is
Christian?" He looked stricken. I said "I've mentioned that I died not
long after he did. My next life was in the same country." He welcomed
the deliberate distraction, and said, "Would you tell us of it?" I said
"It was in no way remarkable, except the place where I died. Masada."
He said "Oh! There is a popular book about Masada, told from the
It's like you were, well, you were." I grinned, and said, "That
helped." He laughed.
Then he said, "Thank you, Master Psychologist." I bowed. He said
"There are things about his life that were important to who he was,
that we would object to in these times?" I said "Practically all lives
at that time, would have something in them you would object to.
Actually, one or two short of ALL lives in history. People actually
masturbated and had, oh horrors, real sex!" He almost choked. I said
"I've been doing some research on early man, and found that there were
very few scenes I could capture that had them with both hands free.
Annoyed the museums no end!" He laughed really hard. I said "Good thing
they invented clothes, or they would never have had their hands free to
invent anything else!" He laughed some more.
He said "So Jesus had sex?" I said "And he had hands, too." He
nodded, and said, "I think it's not just having sex that would trouble
us, but who he had it with?" I said "He had two steady lovers in his
later years." He said "One was Mary?" I nodded. He said "The other was
a man?" I said "Judas." He was surprised. He said "The betrayer!" I
said "He didn't betray anything. He did what Jesus told him to do, and
he hated it." He said "PLEASE explain!" I said "Jesus was actually
called Yeshua, which is Joshua in English, the name of the famous
general in Exodus. I see you know that. When rumors started that he was
the Messiah, a lot of Jews thought he was going to be a general like
the previous one, and started making trouble, expecting a war of
independence. When it was discovered that he was in Jerusalem for
Passover, there were some small riots caused by his more militant
supporters. The Romans had only one way they dealt with that kind of
thing. Kill the people involved, which they had done to others who said
they were messiahs, before it got so big, there would be a revolt.
Jesus had been careful not to say he was a messiah. Not so some of his
supporters. The Romans put a price on his head. In a walled city, you
can't easily escape if the authorities don't want you to, and the
Romans never gave up when they wanted somebody. He was known, and in
trouble. He couldn't appear in public anymore, without many people
dying. He couldn't live with that. His death was the only thing that
would stop the coming revolt and massacre. He told his disciples his
plan. They objected. Strongly. Denied him, actually. Only one believed
in him and what he wanted of them. Jesus had to be arrested in a way
which wouldn't cause a riot, and that was the plan, which Judas
followed, as ordered, even though it tore his heart apart. They all
knew if the Romans had him, he would die on the cross. He accepted his
fate with honor and grace, for the good of his people. For ALL his
people, the Jews, a TRUE hero." We shed our tears together.
I said "But, he failed, and only bought a few years with his death.
The unrest continued, and the last fortress in the land of Israel,
Masada, which we took over in 66, fell in 73, but we didn't use those
dates, then." He said in awe, "So Jesus was REALLY the savior of the
Jews in his sacrifice, for a few years." I said "Yes, but few thought
that way at the time. Actually, only his two lovers did. The other
disciples felt a lot of anger and guilt about it, but discovered they
had started a cult of true believers who just wouldn't quit, so they
rode that wave and deliberately increased it. I helped, until I was
stoned to death. That was NOT fun!"
He said "I have not seen the disks you gave the er, boss. That is in
them?" I said "Yes. And what really happened on the cross and after.
Oh, your Shroud is not of Jesus." He said "We knew that part. The man
who was wrapped in the burial shroud was alive. You don't do that but
for a deceitful reason. The feet of Jesus would have been crushed in
removing the spikes driven through his heals and into the sides of the
center post of the cross. Anybody who was alive, would have showed a
reaction to that, even if it were only more bleeding, and been killed
by the guards. That's what executions are for; death." I said "I didn't
know you knew all that." He said "We do have a few intelligent people
among us." I said "Good." He laughed. I said "But not alive. The man
who posed for the wood and stone sculpture was alive, though." He said
"Oh, that helps explain it! Was it really intended to be assumed to be
of Jesus?" I said "No, just an idol. It wasn't until long after its
makers were dead, that it was discovered, and assumptions made." He
said "Better than I had hoped." I said "So today is not a total loss
for you."
He said very seriously, "No time with you is a loss." I said "So your
boss thinks. You people are seriously itching with curiosity." He
grinned, and said, "The whole world is. We watch other religions very
carefully. Muslims don't know how they should feel about you." I said
"I was advised not to er, mess with them by publishing the life of the
Prophet." He said "But you did mention Muhammad on CNN." I said "I sure
did! I'm waiting to be asked to locate and provide lost documents that
pertain to him." He said "Will they ask?" I said "Some, will." He said
"Will you do it?" I said "Depends on the asker, and how it is asked,
and only the writings and translations, not the life." He said "You
would not do that for the Gospels?" I said "Can't. They were written by
other people. Not even the Thomas one was made by him, even though what
is in it are accurate quotes of Jesus. Peter did talk to one of the
Gospel writers, but he was old, and remembered only what he wanted to,
and said even less of that, which wasn't much related to reality. Don't
feel so bad that your religion is based in part on false things. They
all are. Look at the Mormons!" He had to laugh. I said "I don't
necessarily mean The Book of Mormon, but their polygamy issue. Their
first leaders said as a basic fundamental part of their religion, that
a man can't be saved unless he has multiple wives. When they changed
their customs to comply with the law, they couldn't change the reason
for the extra wives. So, in reality, none of them in their main
denomination can be saved now." He said "We are aware of that
dichotomy. Unfortunate for them." I said "At least they don't practice
ritual cannibalism." He laughed, and said, "Yes, the Sacrament can be
viewed that way." I said "Stale crackers and bad wine. That doesn't
seem to me to be a er, tasteful way to worship, but that's not nearly
as bad as some others ways humans have used to practice their
religion."
He said "I agree in part. Cutting the heart out of living people is a
little extreme." I said "Not done anymore, but some things are still
done in the name of religion that hurts me. In some societies, people
beat and cut themselves to show their devotion. AND, they encourage
CHILDREN to do that!" We both had tears.
I said "Want to know how the heart extraction practice got started?"
He said "Yes, actually." I said "It was from the memories of Van kidnap
and examination victims. Some were returned with those memories intact
or modified. Some remembered being examined by the 'Gods', so the
priests had to copy that, to show they worked for the Gods." He said
"That makes sense. Thank you!"
interrupted with, "I know what you're going to ask. I will not support
more idolatry. So, no searching for lost religious artifacts. For that
reason, and for another. What is lost to the public may not be lost to
those who have them and don't want the public to know that." He said "I
should have thought of that." I nodded, and said, "Want something to
eat?" He did, and we went to the kitchen. I said "Whatever you want,
except intoxicants and currently alive animals." He told the machine,
and it gave it to him. He said, while we were eating, "I didn't expect
it to have Beef Wellington." I said "We're even. I didn't expect you to
want it." He laughed. I had the same. We had cheese and fruit for
dessert. He said "So none of this was ever alive. But it looks and
tastes so real!" I said "Practically, it IS real. Atomic level
duplicates. The only difference is the lack of guilt of supporting the
deaths of other living things." He said "Very disappointing we can't
all have this. The economy would be ruined." I said "In a few years, we
can partially do that, and without my inventions. There is enough food
and money to cause nobody to starve. The problem is waste and
distribution. My group is working on that problem." He said "I hope you
succeed."
I said "Did you know I am removing all the radioactive waste from
countries who want me to?" He said "No, I didn't know, but I think
that's terrific!" I said "I've offered to dispose of atomic and other
explosives. For some, I didn't offer, and just did. Except on some
borders and military installations where it is secure and well posted,
there are NO areas on Earth where land mines, or other underground
explosives, are buried." He cried in happiness. I said "I haven't made
that public yet. Speaking about that, your boss is er, sitting on the
files. He's not going to share them?" He said "He appears not to want
to do that." I said "Well, it's up to him. And the Dalai Lama, who has
copies. He knows I don't want him to release them, but he and I know I
don't rule him. That being the case, maybe your boss ought to be very
nice to Tibet." He laughed, and laughed again. He said "An interesting
situation." I said "They're the best kind."
He said "Do you see the future? Do you know mine?" I said "I have
seen some of the future that's personal to me, but only in doing my
art. I can, as a new thing, see some possible futures, but I don't
look. Too confusing, and to see, might cause them to change. We should
not know the future, except that which we see with our intelligence.
Mine tells me you have an er, interesting future. Some, caused by your
contacts with me." He smiled and said, "That isn't new. Others have
told me that, and you know who one was." I said "Think he is a little
jealous, or probability greatly relieved?" He laughed, and said, "Yes."
I said "If and when you are in a position similar to his, you might not
be the one who is laughing." He said "Only the future will know."
I said "Do you want me to put this meeting on your boss's cross?" He
said "Yes, please." I said "You and he still don't wear them, or make
that I gave them, public. Cowards." He laughed, and said, "Absolutely!"
We stood, and said our farewells, and I ported him where he wanted to
go.
Chad said "He actually might be Pope." Hawk said, "But according to
you, it won't be the best time for that." Rose said "I think it's not
going to be good for a while, and it's already started." Chad said
"Right, and I'm not too sad about it. What's interesting is the Islam
angle. Are they really going to ask?" I said "I think so. But not in
public. I will not grant secret requests of that nature, and not the
life. Just known documents. If they want anything, they will have to go
public with their request, and with the real name of the true
requester, and they must NOT lie about what they receive." Hawk said
"Will they comply in requesting?" I said "Maybe. Much less than they
might have. Interesting times ahead." Hawk said very suggestively, "I
can give you head." He was poked a lot, but he did what he said, and
there were absolutely no complaints.
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