Stephen's Secure Blog #356
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 #356 "After the Wedding"
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Rose and I had something to eat, too, in the dining room of the new
convention center I had built for our wedding. Even after they all
finished eating, a lot of them wanted to stay and talk with each other,
and with us. Unfortunately, their questions to us had to go mostly
unanswered. Even the ones we answered, such as, "What are your plans
now?" received noncommittal replies. Well, we sure didn't want to tell
them that Rose was teaching gigantic blue crabs to be better Adepts, or
that I was protecting the Pope from being assassinated by his
Cardinals. One got a little annoyed at the lack of information, so I
told her, "Imagine we are doing some good things that would be really
upsetting to some people if they were known, and might even get some
killed because of that. Why else would we not tell you? Do you think
it's fun for us to disappoint our friends and guests this way? What
kind of people do you think we are?" That low key but intense blast
overwhelmed her, and she wandered off in a daze. I received a lot of
mindtalk approval and support.
I went to the front, and said, "May I please have your attention.
Rose and I have been asked what our plans are. A lot. They are as
follows. We plan to work er, hard to have children." Some chuckles. I
said "We will be researching, studying, and learning a lot of things.
Probably doing some teaching, too. We will be working on support for
Tibet. We will be working on a lot of other things we aren't going to
tell you, because they are sensitive, and we, er, haven't decided on
them yet." More chuckles. I said "Some of you have asked if we will be
doing things on other worlds. To those people; did you REALLY think we
would tell you that?" One yelled out, "Are you?" Rose said "Use your
imagination. You just might be right. Or not." I said "That's all
you're going to get. Here." Rose said, "In private, you might get
something louder." Laughter. We went back to mingling. It was
eventually over, and they cleared out of the room. Some had asked for
private meetings, which we scheduled over the next few days.
I had asked Rhamcha if he wanted to be in the religious conference,
and received something about stupid questions. After that conference
had been going on for some time, I was asked to attend. I did, and
said, "I haven't been watching. Has this been a secret, or do you want
me to know what has been said?" They wanted me to know. I said
"Rhamcha, would you like to try a push?" He said "I will." After half a
minute arranging the memory, he pushed it at me. I said "Well done!
Thank you." He radiated humble accomplishment, and bowed low. I said
"Please explain to our friends here what you did." He smiled and said,
"That is the difficult part." I grinned, and he said, "And that is why
you want me to do it." Some chuckles. He said "His school teaches mind
management. Part of that is creating independent mind compartments, and
another part is managing memories. I copied my memory of this meeting
to a compartment, so I could do something with it in isolation. Then I
gathered my mind force behind the memory, and pushed a copy of it out
of my mind toward Stephen's mind. He caught it and put it into one of
his mind compartments, and read the memory. This is how the Adepts he
trains share large blocks of information practically instantly. Some of
the most advanced of his students can push memories into crystals for
others to read at a later date, as one of their educational aids." I
said "Well explained. Thank you. So, yes, I know what's been said. But
you haven't asked me directly."
Lhamo said "Some of our friends here have made some requests of me
which I would like to honor. That would necessitate a little of your
help. The information I gave to my Catholic friend appears to be er,
misplaced. We request copies of you, to repair that situation. We
understand your requirement regarding public giving, and I fully
support that, possibility to a greater extant than some of our
friends." I said to him, "Oh no! Are you turning into a politician?"
They laughed. He said "I would dislike to say yes. If you give the
copies to me, we will create a news conference where I will give them
to our friends here who have asked for them." I said "Do you all
realize that we will not control what the others do with them?" They
said they did, and agreed with the plan. I said "But we don't have any
guns here." They laughed. I said "It is my wish that the contents not
be made public, but there will be absolutely no negative thoughts or
feelings toward those who might do that." The Rabbi said, "I'm sure we
understand what you are saying, in not saying it." Lhamo said to me,
"Oh, no! Are you turning into a politician?" I gave him a bad look, and
they laughed.
I said to the Pope, "Your feelings about this?" He said "If I am not
the one who is giving it to other religious leaders, I won't be held
responsible, and it will be done by somebody who er, very much likes to
be responsible." Lhamo laughed. I said "Do you think that might cause
people to think that the Dalai Lama is trying to harm the Church and
Christianity, and so cause some anger and perhaps violence?" Lhamo said
"Perhaps I am not aware of the impact of this." I said "Once, maybe.
Not this time. You are NOT known to be stupid." He had a difficult time
objecting to the correction which was in the form of a compliment. The
others were aware of that, and found amusement at my studying Lhamo's
reaction. I said to him, "This may make it unsafe for you to visit
strongly Christian countries." He said "I accept that. Will it cause
harm to public support of Tibet?" I said "Yes, but not enough to cause
grave concern, after I do some public speaking to try to minimize the
damage. You can disregard that issue in your decision making. And when
the trouble reaches its peak, you can apologize for giving people the
truth, being surprised that they would not want to value such a gift."
He said "You planned this!" I said "In a way, maybe, depending on how
you look at it. I plan for every eventuality I can imagine. It's a er,
feature of my Situation Manager ability. In giving you the files, what
has happened, and will happen because of that, was and is not difficult
to extrapolate." Some of them nodded.
I said "So why did I start all this? Who wants to show off their
intelligence?" The Episcopalian said, "It was known by some that you
knew this. It would be known by more, as you become more in the public
eye. Some would demand it of you, while some would desperately desire
for you not to reveal it. I think in doing it this way, you have
minimized the troubles all that would have caused, and made it so you
are not only the person with the knowledge, but not somebody who has
wanted to harm other religions, which I think is true. Is there some
agreement?" There was. The Unitarian said, "So this is the Situation
Manager ability. Impressive!" They agreed with that, too. I said "And
some might know that I could have REALLY damaged some religions. Yes,
including Judaism." The Rabbi said, "In a blatant attempt to deflect
that, were you Krishna?" I said "Who let that genius in here!" There
was a strange combination of laughter, shock, and awe. Rhamcha said
"The personalities. Little difference." I said "The person was real,
but wasn't a God. I wasn't even a good flute player." Some strangled
laughter. I said "But where I sometimes put that flute, considering how
it was carved, well, that did cause me to have some kind of a
reputation as an er, interesting lover." Some shocked laughter.
I said to the Rabbi, "I was Daniel. I wrote what is in the Torah up
to that time, but not my own book, as a zionist er, motivational tract.
I took a lot of the word of mouth stories, and made them more er,
interesting, but much of it came from my dreams, that were actually
memories of my previous lives that I didn't know at the time, I had
lived." He pointed a finger at me and said, "Don't think I didn't
suspect that!" I said with a grin, "I'll think what I want. There is
something you should know. What we remember of our past lives is
controlled externally." There were a lot of "Oh!"s. I said "I feel like
a choir master." Some laughter. I said "I think I shouldn't be with you
in that news conference where you give the white elephants. I see that
some of you don't know the reference. In old countries where elephants
were highly prized, such as India, they were used for construction,
agriculture, and in warfare. White elephants were very rare and
considered holy, fit only for royalty to have. If you possessed one,
you had to feed and care for it, but because it could do no work, it
was very expensive in upkeep, and you had to show such a wonder to all
visiting dignitaries. It became a custom for a price to give a white
elephant to the prince of a neighboring country as a backhanded gesture
of unreal friendship. Done in public, the gift couldn't be refused, and
once given, could not be given again. Some who were given a LOT of
white elephants also developed some serious financial difficulties,
which could have been the intent. So a white elephant is now a label
for a item that is much more trouble than it is worth, that once you
have it, you can't be rid of it." The Pope said "I knew some of that,
but not all. Well said, but I detected some irritation in your voice.
want to care for a white elephant anywhere near your palace, that has
dysentery! NObody wants to visit you, not even your new bride!" They
laughed really hard.
I said to the Pope, "Do you plan to make any other announcements?" He
said "I don't think so, at this time. I will wait and see what happens,
which could be any number of things. I'll contact you if that seems
necessary." The Episcopalian said "I think if you request sanctuary, my
Church will grant it." Paolo said "Any Catholic Church in America would
grant it. Oh, maybe not, if the Cardinals are unanimous." The Unitarian
said, "I can only speak for my own Church, that I and my congregation
would defend you to the death!" There were some not so dry eyes
present. I said to the Pope, "You have committed no crime in the eyes
of the Church. If they want to say you have become too friendly with
somebody of another religion, you can tell them it was your duty as
Head of State, and did they want you to be unfriendly, and let the
world know that? And to he who was the most beloved Christian Saint?
Which was already established before you became Pope." He grinned, and
said, "Advice from a Situation Manager is not to be ignored." I looked
sideways at him, and said, "Oh, changed your mind?" He almost choked. I
said "You couldn't politely refuse such a public invitation to the
wedding of somebody who is so important in the area of religion, even
if he doesn't actually deserve that. After all, other religions had
sent representatives, and it was already known that you had a private
meeting with me in Tibet. Not coming to the wedding could have been
perceived as an insult to all Buddhists, and if your Cardinals had not
wanted you to cause that, they should have told you, so you could have
made made a better public excuse than stupid silence." He gave me a
really big face splitting grin, and said, "I love you!" I said,
musically, "I'm married." They laughed.
I gave Lhamo sets of copies of the files, and said, "This is because
you have been told that they have become lost, and you fear that many
people might think that the Catholic Church was deliberately
withholding from the public what are in the files, and might not
believe they were really lost. You were moved to prevent that doubt.
That some representatives of some other religions you have met here
also desired copies, you, in the spirit of generosity, felt that you
should give them such highly desired gifts." Another face splitting
grin. The Pope shook his head in wonder, and a little consternation. I
said to him, "Those who disregard my advice, almost always wish they
hadn't, not because of punishment, but because the advice was good." He
bowed in acceptance. I said to Paolo, "It would be best if you didn't
appear at that news conference." He nodded. I said to the rest, "You
might want to tell the press, who are going to ask if you will make it
all public, that you can't decide anything until you study the files.
That is, if you want to. Well, while I'm being some kind of a
speechwriter." Some chuckles.
They went to the press and did exactly that, and well. The world
reactions were interesting, but expected. I met with the King of
Thailand, and he said, with a big grin on his face, "I've heard about
the interesting gifts. If I am asked, I will try not to smile too much,
and say that the truth is a good thing." I said "Or you could just
smile, and said it is interesting. I would not want you or Thailand to
be in any way thought of in the negative." He said "I understand. Some
things are very difficult to resist." I said "Oh I really know that!" I
ported them home. In monitoring their safe arrival, his wife said, "He
treats you as an inferior!" He said "I am. I try to be wise. He doesn't
have to try to be how he already is. I would be foolish to ignore his
advice. He loves our country and us. Please remember that, and be
grateful that such as he exists, and feels that way. We are truly
blessed." That was more than I wanted to hear, and I got out of there.
It went much the same with the President of China, before I sent him
home.
In a news conference, I was asked about the files. I said "People ask
those kinds of things of me all the time. I'm a teacher. I share
knowledge, so it's very difficult to resist that with some things. In
this world, truth matters less to many, than what they want to believe,
and I don't mean just about religion. I don't think this is news to
most people. So I have a conflict. Do I restrict knowledge for the
comfort of some people, or share it for people who really want to know
the truth, and cause problems with those who don't? Then there is
another issue that I think very few have considered. Do those people in
the past that we are interested in, have a right to privacy? How would
you feel, if you knew that people in the future could see everything
you ever did of a private nature? I care about ALL people, even those
who are no longer living, because they do still live, either in new
incarnations, or in the spirit reality. Those competing interests and
desires are very difficult to resolve. In some things, it's just not
possible. I think I will continue to resist sharing the private lives
of people I knew in the past, and mostly only share their public lives,
if I do at all, except for the lives I personally lived. And The
Buddha. I asked recently, and was told I can and should share all of
his life." Don said "That book is a best seller. I think for the skill
of the writing, and not just for the information about a very important
person in history." I said "Thank you." He said, "You asked him? Did
you ask other er, dead people?" I said "I didn't ask him specifically.
I asked God, and I saw that The Buddha was somehow part of God, with
other people I recognized, in the reply I received." He said "Will you
tell us who those other people were?" I said "No. Not until I ask if I
should, and receive a clear answer." I said with a smile, to his
irritation, "I'm not the boss of me in this." He had to accept that,
and thanked me for the interview.
The combined Tribal Councils asked for the buildings I had made for
the event to remain. I said "But they can't pass inspection, even
though nothing can harm them, not even an atomic bomb. But don't go
trying that." Some chuckles. Dad [I just love saying and writing that],
speaking for the assembly, said, "Let us worry about that." I said
"Telling somebody not to worry, just causes them to worry more. You
know that. I'll let them stay for now, but they will always be MY
responsibility. If the government wants to make too much trouble, I
WILL remove them. I don't want what I did to cause ANY Native American
ANY harm! And I'll be the one who decides what constitutes harm.
Anybody who disagrees with that, should meet me at dawn, with a set of
water pistols filled with diluted honey. He who scores the best shots,
wins. And I'm VERY good." That caused some really mixed up feelings,
which wasn't alleviated by Hawk's loud laughter. Eventually, most of
them chuckled.
At home, Chad said, "I think it went well." Rose said "Maybe not so
much for the Pope." I said "We'll see when he next meets with the
Cardinals. If they let him." Hawk said "Honey pistols!" He laughed,
naturally. I said to Hawk, "Speaking of honey pistols, have you been
contributing to the sperm bank?" He laughed again, and said, "Yes. Ichi
has made it a requirement. It's not as if we don't have extra, and
porting it is very convenient." Chad said, "But you don't have to put
on the label who helped you extract it." We laughed, and hugged and
kissed each other with love.
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