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Stephen's Secure Blog #363
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 Winter of year 9 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #363 "Exorcism"
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In the back room after the closing of the gallery event, I asked all
the guests I had asked to stay, to sit. Along with Rose, Hawk, and
Chad, were the professor from Yale, the director of the Peabody museum,
Paolo, and Sharon. The rep from the Met wasn't asked to stay. The gate
crasher was already there, still in stasis. I said "So, any
discussion?" They all wanted to know about the man in stasis. I said
"If we start with that, we probably won't be doing anything else. Oh, I
see. You know the old saying about curiosity. Ha! You do. This time, it
could have killed ME. I see some unusual feelings. Yes, this man is a
booby trap, and I, or somebody like me, is the intended booby." Sharon
was first, in asking, "How do you know? Did you read his mind?" I said
"I didn't. That he wanted me to, alerted me. Wow! What an assortment of
unusual expressions!" Paolo said, "You invited me here to see something
about a possession." I said "I sure did! There are different kinds of
things that have been thought to be demonic possession. Some mental and
physical illnesses, for instance. Chemicals, such as poisons and drugs.
Mental takeovers and programming by some Adept. The mind and spirit
being yanked out, and another one put in its place, which is actual
real possession, which can be cured only with the death of the body. In
my lives, I've encountered all of them."
I said "With John here, we have a case of prior mental takeover and
currently active programming. Yes, Father Paolo, he is truly possessed,
and is not in complete control of his actions. There is an implanted
set of commands which sometimes acts like a kind of foreign
intelligence, and it is evil in its existence, and in its mission, from
our point of view." He said "How do you know this, without reading his
mind?" I said "That's the interesting part, which needs some
background. The Van." Some knew what I meant, and some didn't. I said
"They are an alien race which reproduce by making new bodies
artificially, and using a machine, transplanting their minds into them.
They actually originated on Earth long ago, but left after a big
disaster. With stolen advanced technology, they used this method of
personal immortality. After their high tech slaves were freed, they
found they didn't know how to use their machines as well as they
thought, and couldn't repair them. Their new bodies were developing
flaws. They had lost the ability to reproduced sexually, and lost much
of their humanity. Here's what they looked like." I projected the
image, and they all showed that they recognized it.
I said "So, they went all over the galaxy to find proper new living
hosts for their degraded minds. They failed. The hosts died. So they
made outpost stations in inhabited systems, and tried to experiment on
and breed the people they watched into suitable hosts. They did this to
US the most, being distantly related. They destroyed civilization after
civilization, to retard our advancement as a species, and they killed
all the people like me they could find, as threats to them, because we
could discover what they were doing. They never discovered me, because
my school was for geniuses who were going to be spies. I developed my
psionics in secret, and discovered them. Then, when I was 15, alone in
a jungle camp, they stun-rayed me, and took me to their station to
experiment on me. It was a random event, and they had no idea who they
had." Hawk said "BIG mistake!" They agreed. I said "I made contact with
their self aware computers, and won them over. The station was mine,
and disabled and sealed. All the aliens in it were in their emergency
cold sleep pods. I ported home with the information, but sustained a
brain injury in the process, and lost my memory and psionics. I did
regain my memory a few months later. The point of all this, was their
main station was gone to them, and we could track their shuttle ships.
We never let them do anything bad to anybody on Earth after that. This
man is one of their programmed er, zombies, set loose as sleeper agent,
to seek out and kill somebody like me. I know this by the date of his
encounter with them, and from what he described of how his memories
were, and by his irrational insistence that I read his mind."
Chad said "Makes sense. You were a mess when you came back. We cried
a lot." I said "I don't remember much of that, which I'm not too sad
about. Now we have to decide what to do with him." Paolo said "So
demonic possession is real!" I said "Depending on how you define it,
absolutely!" He said "But actual demons from hell?" I said "That
depends on how you want to define those terms. For many, Earth is hell,
and I mean that literally, for some of the reincarnated. And there are
other realms, which can have some crossover with ours. And an Adept can
actually create something like a real demon. This subject can get VERY
complicated. But back to the subject at hand. We have to decide what to
do with John. He can't hurt anybody here, but what we do can hurt HIM,
and even kill him, but we can't let him wanter around in that
condition. He could kill anybody with more than a trace of psionic
ability, and not even remember he did it. And he might already have
done it."
Rose said "We can't kill him. Can you help him, without putting
yourself in danger?" I said "I don't know. I expect we'll find out."
She said "Yes. We." I said to the others, "In this, there is safety in
numbers. Even a hundred of the next best Adepts can't beat the fusion
of Rose and me. I'm going to release the stasis, but he will still be
inside a force bubble. You will be safe." John moved. He looked around
in confusion. I said "Please have a seat. These are my friends who have
been briefed on your problem." I introduced them. He said "A Priest!" I
said "Well, so am I, of a different religion. Oh, I see. Do you Paolo?"
He said "I do. Interesting! I see the incomprehension. He has been
warned about Priests, for what we would do in these situations. John,
you have nothing to fear from me. I will do nothing but be a friend to
you, if you wish. Stephen and Rose are in charge here." John relaxed a
little.
John said "I'm confused. I don't know why I reacted like that." I
said "Why don't you tell us about those troubling memories?" He said
"Can't you read my mind?" I said "Making those memories active would be
a great help in that." He said "Oh! Right." He told about a classic Van
capture and examination. I said "Thank you. Do you have other dreams,
such as contain violent attacks?" He said "Yes! How did you know that!"
I said "We all like to think we are unique, but in some ways we really
aren't. What's happened to you, has happened to others. Tell me about
those dreams." He said "It's like I was doing bad things myself, but I
know I wouldn't do anything like that!" I said "John, Listen to me! I
KNOW you wouldn't do those things, but it's possible they might have
actually happened in some way. If true, you might be of very valuable
assistance in solving those problems." He said "You really know I
wouldn't do them?" I said "Yes, even if you think you might have. I
will tell you now, and it's the absolute truth, if those bad things
happened for real, they were caused by somebody else." He cried.
He told us about those things. Murders. Done very well, as those
things go. Then I said to him, "There is one thing you have neglected
to say. You can say it now. What do all those people have in common,
which made them be selected?" He said "I don't know." I said "Yes you
do. Think hard." He actually did, and said, "They were psychics! Is
that why I can remember what happened?" I said "That could be." I said
to the others, "He's back in stasis. We have a decision to make. Do we
let him know what really happened, that he was programed to seek out
psychics and kill them, even though he didn't want to? Or do we remove
those troublesome memories, and heal him, so he will be at peace for
his remaining days?" The Peabody man said, "Why are you asking US?" I
said "Because you are intelligent and good people. We have to decide
for him, because he can't do that for himself, without knowing things
which could destroy him. In situations like this, those of my group
like to have outside ethical help, so we don't overstep who we should
be." They looked at me with love and respect. I said "Funny looks
aren't help." Some of them choked a little.
Sharon said "Those crimes. Murders. He could give evidence." I said
"Not really. He couldn't possibly be a worse witness as he is now, and
as he would be if he remembered them in full, and knew the truth. We'll
try to copy those memories, so they can be saved, but you should know
that we will suffer a lot in having them. We've done something like
this before. We know how to heal each other." She said "I vote to erase
his bad memories, and ask if that's what he wants, if asking him won't
cause more problems." The rest agreed. I said "Stasis will be off in
three seconds." When it was, I said, "John, we can help you, but some
of that should be your decision. We can remove those bad memories, or
we can try to make them more clear so they won't fade in and out." He
said "Please remove them!"
I put John to sleep. There was no reaction to that. Rose and I joined
minds. It was a new thing, like a meld. What would have been difficult
for one of us, was easy to our meld. We were so careful and light, the
trigger never fired. We wouldn't have been hurt by that, but it would
have killed John. Then we removed the programming. It had been a clumsy
job, but effective. It was amazing that he had never been caught. We
removed the emotions from the memories we would be removing, and copied
them to a crystal. Then we removed the memory of the abduction and
examination, all traces of alien action, and then we removed the
memories of the crimes. We left memories that he had had with us, but
not his remembering bad things during that. Hawk had been monitoring
us, saying wow a lot.
Then we had an idea. We put a viewpoint into an old abandoned quarry
in New Hampshire. We surrounded a 123 cubic meter freestanding block of
solid granite with our PK energy, and lifted it into the air. Then we
lowered it back down. We separated our minds, and relaxed, and Hawk let
out a big "Wow!" Chad said "Give!" I said "Remember the meld we played
with years ago?" He nodded. I said "We just perfected it. I wanted to
test how the ancients moved and built with large chunks of stone, in
strange places in Central and South America. Worked." Rose said "You
used me!" I said "And?" She said "And, er, any time you want to." We
all laughed. I said "John is kind of cured. The crime memories are
saved for investigating and giving to the authorities." Hawk said,
"I'll take care of that." I gave him the crystal, and the digital
files. I said "I'm going to wake John up now." I did.
John said "You said you were going to remove the bad memories. I
don't feel any different." I said "Er, use your other hand?" He was
confused for a second, and then laughed. I said "Do you remember ever
laughing here before?" He said "No, I don't. I understand. I AM
different, and I can't remember what I can't remember. Oh, I don't know
how to say it." I said "Don't worry about it. True is true. You are now
a whole and mentally healthy man. Where would you like Hawk to
transport you to?" He gave an address. I hugged him with love, and Hawk
helped him to stand. When he was ready, Hawk ported him home.
I said to all, "Discussion?" Paolo came back right away, with, "Are
there more like him still functioning?" I said "I suspect not many, if
at all, outside of prison. A few years after his encounter, we stopped
the Van from being active on Earth. Most of those who were programed
are either dead or in prison." Sharon said, "Like you find mineral
samples, can you scan for them?" I said "Good thinking! If I do, it
would probably trigger their self-destruct function. While that might
be the most kind thing to do, for one of us, causing death like that
might be fatal. Er, to us. I'll work on the problem. Next?" Peabody
said, "So aliens didn't build the pyramids, or Tiahuanaco?" I said
"Stole my thunder. I was saving that for a CNN interview." He said "I
said "Nope." I said "Modern people can't accept that so-called
primitive people could do anything. Wrong! Been there, done that." Some
chuckles
He said "Would you explain what it was you tested?" I said "It was
something we never tried before. We have a better and more powerful way
of moving things, which involves more science than they had then. And a
lot less personal energy. You know of advanced martial artists who can
strike with their internal energy, called Ki, or Chi?" They nodded. I
said "Psychic Adepts, such as the Priests were in those days, have more
control over that, and much greater perceptions. A powerful Adept could
move about a hundred kilos, with a strong push. Two Adepts melded,
could move about 500kg, and with much greater control. Yes, it
multiplies. Now, a hundred Adepts melded, I think you get the picture.
Oh, and after they did that, if they didn't run and hide, the Van
killed them. Chancy work." Hawk said "I'll say!" I said "No, I did." We
poked each other, and laughed. I said "Some learned to hide from the
Van, using layers of various materials they discovered which acted like
psychic insulation. One more thing, before some of you ask, there are
no Van on any planet but their own, now, and they will never leave it.
We have seen to that." Peabody said "Good!"
I said "There is a problem in one of our schools in Tibet. A Catholic
student is making religious trouble. I should attend to it. Paolo, the
intensity of your interest is almost overwhelming!" We laughed. I said
you said it in words, the whole city might know of it." More laughter.
I said to the museum people, "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten you. As
if you would let me." Some chuckles. I said "I'll give you more things
soon." They accepted it as dismissal, and Hawk led them out of the back
room, and ported them to their various destinations. I said to Paolo,
"Here's a pressure pendant. A pocket for it would be best, so the
student doesn't think I bought you with a gift." He grinned. I said
"Ready to begin the adventure?" He said "Yes!"
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