Stephen's Secure Blog #355
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 Spring of year 8 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #355 "Wedding"
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I contacted Father Paolo, and said that it would be better if he
arrived at the wedding site at least a day before. He did, and I told
him about the Pope, and he was shocked. More so when I told him I
expected it, and even possible murder, which I would not allow. He was
relieved at that. Then I ported the Pope in, while we were in his suite
of rooms under the new Hogan Convention Center. After they had greeted
each other, I said to the Pope, "I've briefed him on the situation. I
recommend, for HIS safety, that you tell the media, while you're here,
that he didn't know you would be here." He nodded, and said, "Yes. I'll
do that." I said "If you want to make public how you got here and why,
said, seriously, "I do NOT like what they did, and why! It would be
interesting if somebody actually said who they were who did that, and
mentioned that there are recordings of their conspiracy. Here are the
files, and a document for reading. If you use them, you should mention
that there are copies in safe keeping. I'm not sure, but a grin like
that, might strain something." He laughed.
Paolo was still in partial shock. I said to him, "ROMAN Catholic.
Yes, with all the murderous politics of ancient Rome. Did you think the
Borgias were unique?" He thought that over. I said "The food maker here
will give you anything you want that it knows about, but not drugs or
intoxicants. The Dalai Lama is next door in this wing. If you want to
talk, you can use this wing's lounge, or do a real visit. The King of
Thailand will be arriving early tomorrow. He's the head of his Buddhist
Denomination, too, and a friend." Paolo said "You are grouping guests?"
I said "It seemed like a good idea. I think we'll find out if it
wasn't." That earned some smiles.
I said "The media is here, and had better be well behaved. If you
want to be interviewed, there are stations for that in most buildings
and outside. If you have time, and can, I recommend a walk around
outside. There are a lot of cultural displays and other possibly
interesting attractions. If anybody treats you with less than perfect
respect, I'll know, and they will wish they hadn't." They tried to hide
their smiles. We bowed to each other, and I left them to get settled.
There were directories and information postings in all the rooms and
hallways, and a lot of volunteer guides were patrolling everywhere.
They wouldn't get lost.
I was all over the venue, greeting in public new arrivals, and
visiting other guests. Some of that I did with solid projections which
I don't think were ever detected. I made sure the media, particularly
CNN, got some good shots of my very friendly greeting with Bill Maher,
which got a big grin from Len. The Pope did grant an interview, and
said he had asked me to transport him, and that Paolo didn't know he
would be at the wedding. After that, I had another private meeting with
them.
I said "There are some things I'm going to say which might make you
uncomfortable." The Pope laughed. I said "Well, that's a start. Paolo,
you've had time to think about the new political revelations. Your
conclusions in regard to how you will present yourself to the public,
and to your superiors in the future?" He looked surprised. The Pope
smiled in approval. Paolo nodded, and said, "I don't like it, but yes,
I have, and you are right. I must be careful not to express friendship
for you, and uncritical approval. There are other issues I will have to
be careful about, but I am sure you are aware of them. I dislike not
being able to express my true feelings, but that must take third place
after personal survival, and the betterment of the Church, and my
clandestine support of my true er, boss." He indicated the Pope. I said
"Well said. I hope, really hope, you can do it. If you want, I can keep
a subconscious watch on you, that will only activate if you need to
embarrassing. I would like it for the personal comfort it would make me
feel." He had some tears. His boss said, "I feel the same." I said "I
am watched in the same way, and I feel the same about it as you do.
Love does that. It's something like a mutual care family thing." We
shared our love feelings for a while.
The Pope asked to be introduced to the other important religious
guests he had for neighbors. I asked them, and they agreed, and they
all met in the lounge near their rooms, and I did the introductions.
The Pope said in their common language, English, "I don't have many
opportunities to be with my equals in positions as Head of State and
religion. I welcome this opportunity to be just myself with friends.
Oh, and because those Cardinals who tried to keep me from coming to
Stephen's wedding, would really dislike this." They laughed. I hugged
them with love, and went back to my hosting duties.
I met with the County Sheriff, a Navajo, naturally. He said "Your
people have this well in hand." I said "And yours. Oops! I still have
speech problems with being adopted into The People." He laughed, and
said, "I'm sure Rose will correct that!" I said "And I'm sure I'm going
to enjoy that." We both laughed. He said "I didn't think I would like
your gun prohibition, but I do. It's made us more relaxed and calm, and
that shows in all we do. We like it, and so does the public. I wish we
could do this for real all the time, but we can't take away people's
guns." I said "And it could be a bad thing to do that. Isolated homes
would be at the mercy of large gangs, and there are still dangerous
animals on more than two feet to be protected from." He sighed, and
said, "Still a nice thought." I said "A little more than that; a goal
for the future." He nodded.
I met with State Governors and other American dignitaries, including
the Vice President. We shared some amusement over her "asking" the
Secret Service to not make trouble over the gun prohibition. Over her
shoulder, I wiggled my eyebrows at the leader of her detail, and he had
a hard time not laughing. The British PM was there. He appreciated that
his suite was Number 10. The President of China was recognized, but
nobody made trouble, except a few reporters, who I had to mention my
request for respecting the guests to. The only Islamic country to have
a representative at the wedding, was Egypt, and he was a famous elderly
archeologist. We talked about that subject for a while. Israel didn't
send anybody, despite knowing I had been Moses. There were a lot of
representatives from Central and South America, trying to get noticed
to the world as belonging to actual countries. They had my time, too. I
met with everybody, and hugged them all. A lot of them did give
interviews, some of which were actually interesting. None were
controversial, which disappointed Chad. Rose had mixed feelings about
that. Hawk laughed.
I had a sit down meeting with the other clergy from my CNN program.
The Imam said, "I'm surprised the Pope is attending." I said "Don't you
mean, that he wanted to, and is still alive?" They all looked
surprised, and then thoughtful. He said "Now that you mention it, yes.
You know more than that." At my nod, the Rabbi said, "It's good that
you are protecting him. That he's here means you hugged him before
this. They must suspect that he's your man." The Episcopalian said, "Or
at least er, contaminated." I said "I don't own people. I haven't told
him what to do. He did ask for the advice I gave him, which he most
likely has no intention of following. There are a lot of useful things
he could do, but he just doesn't have the courage. I can't fault him
for that, at his age. It's Father Paolo I'm concerned about, and so is
the Pope. We did discuss that, and they will try to be careful." The
Unitarian said "I wonder how long their Church will last as it is, with
more and more of their lies becoming exposed." I said "He knows that,
and knows the options. Now that he knows I'm protecting him, he might
do something just for the fun of it." They chuckled at that.
The Imam said "It has been requested of me that I ask you if you
could provide us with the lost documents which pertain to our faith." I
said "Who here didn't expect that?" Some chuckles. I said "I will
consider doing that, if those who are truly requesting that for
specific documents, do it in public, and I will know if they are acting
for or through another. If I agree, I will make the documents
available, and the TRUE translations of a scholarly native speaker of
them into many current languages, public, with historical and cultural
background notes. But I will NOT research the life of the Prophet. I
asked my er, Boss about that, and was told not to do that." He nodded.
The Unitarian said, "And of Jesus?" I said "I was told to use my best
judgement, which as you might imagine, I found more than a little
irritating." They laughed. The Episcopalian said, "What the Dalai Lama
gave the Pope; do you know what happened to it?" I said "I don't. But
there are copies. If they were destroyed, they can be replaced." He
said "Can we have some copies?" I said "Not from me. If you ask the
Pope to give them to you, I could make copies for that, if he requests
it, and then gives them to you in public. Ask him." I said "Oh my, what
an assortment of interesting expressions!" The Rabbi laughed, and said,
"I see what you want. Spread the blame. The same thing you wanted for
our CNN conference." I said plaintively, "Don't do that." They all
laughed.
The Unitarian said "Did you give the Pope more information in
private?" I said "Our private meeting was under the Seal of the
Confessional." The Episcopalian said "But a Buddha can't sin. Oh!
Truly, who else could he say those things to?" The Rabbi said "I know
you now. I think we've all been studying you. You did give him more
information outside of that meeting, or you would have told us you
didn't." They nodded. I said "Oy Vey!" They laughed really well. I said
"And some of you know things I didn't tell him. So, don't push it.
REALLY interesting expressions!" They had to laugh. I said "If this
group would like to meet with the Pope and the Dalai Lama, after the
wedding ceremony and/or reception, and without me, I can ask them."
They wanted me to ask. I sent projections to them, while they were
talking with the King, and they agreed, with interest, which I told to
the group. They were excited at the prospect. I excused myself, and
went and prepared for the actual event. Well, I just got in the way.
At 3PM, the doors to the big hall were opened, and the invited guests
started filing in. Our ushers directed them to assigned seating. The
Pope and Lhamo, and royalty, were in part of the front row, and Major
Heads of State. The other part was reserved for family. The other rows
behind them were filled according to a fancy protocol that I didn't
care about. The press and their equipment were in a rear corner. There
were remote cameras all over, but unobtrusive. Rose and I had planned
to give them something extra interesting to record. There were
projection screens setup outside and in the other buildings. I had
Navajo traditional music playing in the background, interrupted by the
theme music of a famous person while they were entering the hall. They
really appreciated it. Chad didn't know I was going to do that, but
liked it. "Rule Britannia" received a big grin from Prince Harry. I
played part of my Shiva Dance music for the PM of India. He had a smile
for that.
Even though the great hall was built like a big hogan, we had a real
one of arbor branches on the stage, under which we would have the
ceremony. When it was time, at 5:30, I made some drums play. Then some
chanting. Then quiet. I entered the stage from the West wing, with Chad
and Tomba. Tomba was in Monk's robes. Chad was dressed in a suit like
mine, but lighter in color. Rose, Cress, and the Medicine Man entered
the stage from the East wing. He was carrying a jug of water. Rose was
carrying a basket she and I had taken turns weaving by hand, containing
blue corn mush which her mother had made. They were dressed in fancy
traditional Navajo clothes. We went into the hogan, which was fully
open to the front of the stage. The ceremony started. Chad stood behind
me, and Cress stood behind Rose. Tomba explained what was happening to
the guests. The Medicine Man sprinkled corn pollen from four different
directions onto the cornmeal mush, signifying the seeding and growth of
our life together. He pored water from his jug over our hands, cleaning
them and our spirits. Chad and Cress used the towels they carried to
dry our hands. Rose and I said our vows, with prompts from Tomba and
the Medicine Man. Then we ate some of the cornmeal mush from the
basket, with our hands. Then we passed the basket to Chad and Cress,
who also ate some of the mush, representing each of our families. The
two holy men said together, "This union is sealed. Let us celebrate
their new life together." We all bowed to each other on the stage. Then
Rose and I hugged and kissed, and the cameras stopped operating for
that. We started glowing a rainbow of colors, which stayed with us when
we parted. The cameras could see it when they came back on. We held
hands and faced the guests, and bowed. When we straightened up, the
multicolor glow spread to the guests in front of us, and with it our
love and happiness.
Our projection became stronger, and the glow and feelings increased
in intensity, and spread out in big waves to the entire grounds,
enfolding everybody in our love and joy. Then it extended to cover the
entire area of the Navajo nation. I wrapped each person with it, and we
all blazed with light. Then it died out, and all was normal. Except for
the dazed guests in front of us. I said "Well, that was different!"
Rose poked me, and we laughed. She said "We thank you all for coming to
be with us on our special occasion. In two hours we will be serving a
meal in the other room. Our tradition has it that the two joined
families have a meal together after the ceremony, to complete it." I
said "For us, this means YOU who are in this room, if you will agree,
as we feel that our true family is all of humankind. We ask that you
join us, but if you are unable to, we will understand, and not be
insulted. Well, not much." Rose poked me, and I acted like it hurt, and
they laughed. She said "Until then, refreshments will be served there."
We stepped down from the stage, and stood at the door to the big dining
room. We each hugged with love, each guest who passed us. it was slow,
because some had some words to give us. That was why we scheduled the
meal for two hours away.
Soon there was something of a commotion. Some of the first guests
through the door, who had found their assigned places at the tables,
discovered that the place cards with their names on them were a little
unusual. They were of gem encrusted gold and platinum, with personal
greetings from Rose and me. Each one was different in art and text, and
had country or family crests, or other personal symbols of the guests
on them. Rose and had I spent a long time getting them all just right.
They were really appreciated. The receiving line lasted only 19
minutes, because we had the ushers direct the least able to stand for a
time, to the front. Some were about to object to that, until they
realized why, and they thoughtfully approved. Some nodded in
recognition that I would do that kind of thing, but Rose had thought of
it first.
After all in the receiving line were through, we joined them in the
dining room, and circulated among the guests. We had small pleasant
discussions, some of which involved comments and gratitude for the
place cards, after we had announced that they were our gifts to them. I
also said "Don't be concerned about er, misplacing them. They will go
with their rightful owners, believe me!" Some embarrassed laughter,
which caused more laughter. Chad had to leave the room, and not just to
try to keep Hawk from blowing a gasket.
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