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Stephen's Secure Blog #374
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 19 in this story, in Spring of year 9 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #374 "The Hubbard Files"
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The changes in Scientology were going very slowly. I had a meeting
with their top management. We discussed that. One complained, "We won't
be Scientology any more!" I looked very seriously at him, and said,
"That is still an option." They all looked disturbed, and a little
afraid. I said "Illegal things are still being done. There is a lot of
deliberate deception, and some outright lies. You are still doing
things which harm people, and even cause their deaths. Why do you like
to do that?" They didn't have an answer. I said "Why do you hate
psychiatry, when you try to do the same things they do, from the same
but outmoded principles, but less effectively?" They didn't have an
answer. I said "Would you like me to tell you why? The REAL reason your
founder wrote what he did, and why he did it?" John said "Actually,
no." I said "Why?" He said "It's bad, isn't it?" I said "Yes and no.
There is bad in it, but good, too, and courage, and bullheaded
determination, too. There is a whole lot of confusion, and a lot of
well meaning. Above all, it's utterly and completely fantastic, and
worthy of a heroic tale. And in telling it, I would have to reveal some
very strange things of my past that I would ask you to keep from the
public." We could see the excess of interest. He said, "Knowing you
don't lie, and with all that build up, I think you have us hooked."
There were a lot of heads bobbing in nods of agreement. I said
brightly, with a big grin, "I knew that." They had to laugh.
I said "Your founder is unfairly criticized for being a science
fiction writer. Isaac Asimov didn't have that burden, and there were
and are many scientists, including some who worked on the space
program, who wrote some very good science fiction, but nobody thought
they were er, nincompoops for that." They nodded. I said "But they had
a lot of other credentials, such as doctorates, and they didn't try to
start a religion. It's still unfair, though. Consider the Mormons."
They knew all about the the meeting where that was mentioned, and
obviously agreed with my point. I said "Do you think I have ever
written science fiction?" John said, "You have, or you wouldn't have
asked that." I said "Oh, I'm SO exposed!" They laughed.
I said "In my last life, I wrote a lot of it, under various pen
names; novels, short stories, and TV and movie scripts. No, I'm not
going to tell you which ones. Some of them weren't that good." More
laughter. One said "What about in this life?" I said "That doesn't have
a simple answer. I've written things which have been published as
that. He said "Stephen has said he remembers his incarnations going
back 74,000 years. The Attin series!" They all looked at me with a lot
of respect and admiration. I had to laugh. Then I explained, "Here I
am, regarded as a living Buddha, reincarnation of three Christian
Saints, able to go anywhere in the galaxy in an instant, and make
anything I want to, such as this gigantic block of pure diamond, and
you respect and admire me the most for writing some books published as
SF. I just had to laugh." So did they.
I said "So, yes. I was her. My first life. Who here hasn't read those
books?" No hands. I said "I thought you might have had some interest in
that kind of writing." Grins and nods. I said "Did you catch my last
CNN interview?" They all nodded. I said "The first batch of ships that
left Earth after the disaster, became the Van, who destroyed Sodom and
Gomorrah, and did a lot of other very bad things to us." John said
"Wow! I thought I would be the first with that, on principle." We
laughed. I said "And the space ships and bodies that have been
announced, are theirs. Yes, there is more than enough proof, so you
don't have to take my word on this." I told them all about the Van, and
what they were doing to us and why, including the mind programming and
replacement. They were in shock.
I said "In my last life, we learned about them through some
encounters and reports, after we took over Project BlueBook from the
Air Force, after they tried to kidnap me to look at one of the ships
they had." He said "I'm sure they regretted THAT!" I said "Absolutely!
In scouting the colonel who was in charge of some of the parts, I
discovered he had been taken over. I blasted that alien mind out of his
brain, frying it in the process. Wait! It's not what you might be
thinking. Don''t jump the gun. Let me tell the story. Well, I AM an
author." Some chuckles. I said "A few years later, while I was alone,
and could port, and was a VERY healthy and well endowed young man."
Some wide knowing grins. I said "The next thing I knew, I was waking up
in a very strange place." I told them about me and the Van station on
the moon.
I said "We learned a lot about the Van from that, but one thing we
missed, which we didn't know until recently. We knew they sometimes
shoved one of their minds into one of our bodies, but also, when they
snatched and returned some people, they didn't just try to fog their
memories of what happened, they sometimes programmed those people to do
their work. To act as their agents. Wait! Don't get ahead of me. The
purpose of those agents was to hold our societies back, and to kill all
the psychic people they could. That's why they blew up those two
Biblical cities, and a lot of others. Why they killed a lot of people,
and would have killed me if they had discovered my abilities. So who
were their agents? Well, one came to me at my last gallery event in New
York. He wanted me to read his mind. I held him to after the event, and
in front of some of my friends, I examined him. One of those witness
was a Catholic Priest, who I had invited to see a true demonic
possession. That was verified by the fact that the man was afraid of
that Priest, and didn't know why." There was awe and wonder in the
room.
I said "I deprogramed him, and in the process, discovered that he had
killed a lot of psychics in the past. But he didn't kill as many as he
would have, if he hadn't resisted. He was a good man in a very bad
situation, and had memories he couldn't make sense of. I removed them,
and saved them for investigation later. That caused us to wonder if
there were any others like him still left in the world, who would be
very old. I did some scanning. There were, and were mostly in prison.
All of them had cooperated with their programming, and had actually
liked what they were doing. The programming had partially failed in the
man who came to me, and it had REALLY failed in L. Ron Hubbard." There
was a commotion, and a lot of mixed emotions.
John said "How do you know that?" I said "We were very curious to
find out how that part of the Van agenda had effected our history. So I
went through their records we had captured, and found a list. There
were a lot of people we thought might be on the list, and some who
weren't. Who would dispute that Chairman Mao and Pol Pot were on the
list?" Some nods. One said "Hitler?" I said "No, he was not. But I'm
sure they loved him to er, death. But with all this buildup, you know
who was." They nodded. I said "So, how do I know the programming
failed? Because of what he wrote, I knew he had some exposure with
them. And what he wrote would have gotten him killed, because he was
trying to make people who could detect the Van and what they were
doing." They nodded.
John said "I see the logic. Brilliant deduction. It also means the
programming failed, but that they weren't sure of that, and because he
wasn't alone, they couldn't capture him in secret in these modern
times." I said "And by the time they would have decided to kill him, I
and my people had stopped the Van from doing much of anything." He said
"We owe you our founder's life." I said "Well, we didn't do that
specifically for him." He said "Still, I think we should acknowledge
that, and the debt many times over, that humanity owes you, for what
you have done for all of us in your many lives." I said "That
embarrassment is one of the reasons why I want my efforts in this to be
secret. And that it would cause some severe destructive anxiety in the
general public." He said "I think we agree with you on that." I said
"So, now you know where some of his ideas came from, including the
alien angle. Confused partial memories from his kidnapping and failed
programming. But it also shows his courage and goodness in what he
tried to do in opposing them, not really knowing why. The programming
could only have failed because of his very strong and good mind and
spirit."
John said "Minds in new bodies in people from space; his views on
Thetans, and their source. I see the connection. I also see that in
many principles he was right, and you prove some of that with
yourself." I nodded, and said, "And avoidance and hatred of psychiatry
and Catholic Priests, who could discover and remove the programing, was
built into the programming itself, which partially stayed with him."
They looked surprised, and nodded again. I said "But one thing is true.
Drugs do prevent people from using psionics and becoming clear, but the
people who really need them as treatment for serious biological
conditions, wouldn't become clear in the first place. Denying them that
help is really abuse. I hope you understand and accept that now. The
Van had become almost robotic in nature, and when they could, they
tried to force us into that kind of existence, which is why they
heavily promoted despotic Communism. Who didn't expect Stalin to be on
the list?" Some nods.
I said "Unfortunately, some of their tactics and methods crept into
your founder's er, creation." They all looked a little pained. I said
"Abusive contracts instead of the programming you failed to do. Keeping
children from their parents. Harsh punishment for minor infractions.
Deliberate ignorance. For an organization which emphasizes the worth
and responsibility of the individual, to place the organization so much
above the individual as to do what you do to dissenters, and even to
your faithful, well, the Van would have absolutely loved that. If they
could feel anything as nice as love. Or just being nice." Some of them
were looking quite sick.
I said "You know what you should do to correct the situation. Will
you? Do you have the courage? Your founder had an enormous amount of
courage. More than anybody knew. More than even he knew. That would be
very hard to equal. But trying to, wouldn't be such a bad thing. I'll
give you a little help. Whatever negative things you think you might
experience in doing what you need to do, will absolutely pale in
significance to what will happen if you fail." Some nods. John said "I
see more. We've put you into a bad position. You are reforming
religions, and I for one see what you have done to the others as a good
thing." They nodded. One said "I see where this is going. He can't
afford to let us go, or that would call into question all his other
work. We HAVE to prevent that, even if it destroys us." I said "Even if
that, well, consider the phoenix." They nodded. I said "The Van took
me. I escaped, but with brain damage. I healed and regained my
memories, but not my psionics. I had been the most powerful being we
knew of, with an estimated IQ of 600. I lost half of that, and my
powers. I wanted to die. But I didn't. I rebuilt who I was, and built
and headed an organization that has done much good for the world. Now
in this life, I lead it again. In death, even partial death, there is
new life. Fear not that change, for it is for the better. In us, and
for what we would do, and for the world."
I stood, and opened my arms, and said, "I will always love you, but
please help me to like and respect you more." I hugged them with all my
love, one by one, and helped them to sit. I said "Please try to do
better. Show the world what your founder really wanted, but couldn't
make. Be good to all. Until next time, farewell." I ported home. Rose
was away on a mission. Hawk and Dan were there to hug me. Chad ported
in, and did the same. Hawk pushed his memory of the meeting to him. I
could actually see that, which I said, which made Chad say "Wow!" He
explained to Dan what that meant, and he said it too. I said "It means
more than that. I am too much in the other realm, that I can see
thoughts outside of bodies. I could pass over at any moment. I really
need to hold on, so I can stay until Sol becomes fully psionic. And we
will have a girl. I wonder what we will name her." Hawk said "Probably
not Second." We poked and tickled him into submission.
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