Stephen's Secure Blog #388
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 20 in this story, in Winter of year 10 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #388 "With Cardinals"
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I ported to the offices of the Pope. It was early, so we would have
time for a tour. He didn't tell his people it would happen, so they
were confused and concerned for his security. They almost wouldn't let
us out of the office. I said "I will take care of security. Test it.
Try to touch my hand." One did, and was blocked. I said "Nothing of
matter or energy that I don't specifically let in, will get through
that, not even an atomic bomb. If the Chinese government, who were well
prepared for the meetings they invited me to, couldn't harm me, and
they really did try a lot, we will surely be safe from a few surprised
tourists. Unless we suffer from their odd choice of clothing." They
almost laughed. The Pope did, loudly.
We went on the tour. I described how some of the art was made, and
some of the intrigue which went on. The Pope's secretary was scribbling
madly away on a notepad. I said to him, "If you want, I can give you a
recording of this." He bowed his thanks, but didn't stop. I said to
him, "Stop!" He stared at me in surprise. I said "Give me your right
hand." He did, and I put some healing energy into it. I said "It should
be better now. You were developing carpel tunnel syndrome." He said "It
does feel better. Thank you sir, very much!" I said "You're welcome. Be
warned, it will come back, if you keep writing too much. We humans
weren't originally made for such repetitive activities." He thanked me
again, and went back to scribbling. I sighed. The Pope tried not to
laugh.
Before we went into the meeting room, I said in the Pope's ear, so
only he could hear, "Only you hear this. Stand well away from me as we
enter the room. There is no danger, except from the surprise at the
immaturity of it." He nodded slightly. We went into the room. One of
the Cardinals nearest to us, threw a clear liquid at me. I let it hit
and wet me. I put my finger on a bead of it on my shoulder, and put it
to my lips, and said, "Hmm, tastes of deceit, hypocrisy, cruel
violence, and willful ignorance. Holy Water, for sure." One of the
Cardinals laughed his head almost off. The Pope was successful in not
doing that, but it was obviously a big strain. We sat in the available
chairs, which were very nice looking. The Pope was going to say
something, and I held up my hand. I said to the group, "Your boss is
not obeying my request. He's just really curious about what I'll say.
Who here isn't?" Some chuckles. I said to the water-boy, "Vincente,
what did you expect would happen as a result of your water toss?"
Silence. I said "I know you can talk. I won't take offense." He said
"You are a demon!" I said, "Much as I would dislike to point this out
to you, er, didn't you just disprove that with your impromptu showing
of my person?" He said "You are still a demon!" I said "Your religion
states very plainly that Holy Water is really bad for demons, yet I'm
unharmed. Logic indicates that either your religion is wrong about
that, or I'm not a demon. So, which is it?" Silence. I said "My
analysis of taste of that water is proved correct. You're a hypocrite.
In some countries you would be a candidate for a mental health
examination. You would fail it."
I said to him, "Tell me, would you have tried to kill me, if you
could have done it without endangering other people here, and
yourself?" He stayed silent. I said "You might as well say it, because
I think most here already are mostly sure of the answer." He said
"Yes!" I said "I applaud your courage, if not your foolishness. You are
fortunate that I don't hold what people did in their past lives,
against them in this life. Yes, I can see the past lives of people, if
I look. I remember you. Would you like to know what I refer to?" I
could see he really didn't. I said "Any here want to know?" Most did. I
named a date and place, and what his name was then. Then I said, "You
were a Priest in charge of the Inquisition there and then. I was one
you questioned. I was a boy of fifteen, and small for my age. My
parents were suspected of heresy. They were innocent. You personally
raped my younger sister in front of me and my family, while we were
chained naked to a stone wall. We screamed our pleas for mercy, and
that only increased your enjoyment. You went away. Some time later, you
came back, and told my father he would confess. Then you took an iron
rod that was glowingly hot at one end, and raped my mother with it. She
screamed and fainted. You were so excited, which your obvious erection
showed, you dropped the hot rod on your foot. That made you very angry.
You picked it up and beat my father to death with it. My voice was so
raw from screaming, I was no longer able to make a sound, but I felt
like I was almost drowning in my tears, and had trouble breathing. You
were calmer then, when you came to me. I hope all of you here never
feel the absolute terror I felt in that room, the very worst I ever
felt in all my lives. It was worse than any physical pain, but I felt
that too, like it was burning my brain. Then it became even worse,
because you said to me, "I've saved you for last, my pretty one."
I said "You grabbed and played with my testicles with the hand that
didn't have the knife. I couldn't help having an erection, which made
you have one too. You grinned really wide, and grabbed my hard penis.
Then YOU CUT IT OFF! I tried really hard to scream, but couldn't make a
sound, more so when I saw that you had ejaculated from your pleasure of
what you had done. My pain was something I hope none of you ever have
to experience, a kind of stinging torment that is unique among pains.
My horror was increased by your obvious sexual enjoyment of that. I
wanted to die. I knew I was going to, but I wanted it to happen right
then, and not a second later. You didn't notice that. You went to the
coals, and took a glowing iron rod from it, and slowly walked to me. I
closed my eyes and refused to look. There was a loud slap on my face. I
didn't look. You said "If you open your eyes and look, I will spare
your life." Before I could stop myself, I opened my eyes. I saw what I
can only describe was an absolutely demonic look on your face, and then
I felt an indescribable crippling pain between my legs and in my lower
abdomen. I knew you had kneed me in the testicles. I vomited on you.
You became more demonic and enraged, and thrust the glowing end of the
hot iron rod against my testicles, and that absolutely intense searing
pain was the last thing I experienced in that life, with the sight of
your demonic grinning face burning into my brain. My worst death, of
all my close to two thousand lives."
I said, wiping my tears, "I wasn't planning to ever mention that
life, but you said I was a demon. I thought you should know what a REAL
demon is and does. Am I really such a one?" They were all in absolute
shock. Most were crying, including the Pope. I said "We human beings
don't need to invent imaginary supernatural demons to frighten people
into obeying us. We create our own, who are us. God gave us free will.
We can all choose between good and evil. I think the worst thing we can
do in that regard, is to do evil in the name of God. The only true
words of God in all that is written about Him in books such as the
Bible, are the Ten Commandments. For you who dedicate your lives to His
service, is not disobeying His True Word, evil? When will you be honest
with yourselves, and to God? There is no demon in this room, but who
among us is closer to that condition? I obey His True Words. You do
not. If you cannot, you are false to Him, and to what you claim is His
only True Church. Repudiate your lies, and repair the harm you've
caused with them, before you face His judgement. It's not too late."
I stood and turned to face a wall. I imprinted the Ten Commandments
on it in different languages. On another wall I imprinted me and my
family in that life. On another wall, I imprinted the demonic Priest's
face. I said "I think you know who those people are. I spared you how
we looked in death. When you are able to, you should be really thankful
for that, and that I have not made you feel all that I felt in that
last day of that life." Paolo said "I think you did, a little." I said
"Oh. I sincerely apologize for that. Sometimes my feelings are too
strong to completely contain."
I sat down, and said, "So, do you have any comments, questions, er,
curses for me?" They just stared at me. Paolo said "I think some of us
are not used to your abrupt changes in temperament. Could you explain
why you are like that?" I said "It's even an issue among my associates,
noticed for the first time in my last life. It relates to my
intelligence and speed of thought. The thinking an average person does
in a lifetime, I do at my slowest in about a half second. When I'm
thinking intensely, it's about like nine hundred lifetimes to a second,
and I can do that in many independent parallel processes. While people
have mentioned something of this to me, and even complained, nobody has
ever asked me to explain why it is. So, you are the first to hear it."
He said "Wow!" I said "I think I've heard that before." He almost
laughed. The Pope said, "We are honored to be the first. Thank you." I
bowed to him, and said, "You're welcome."
A Cardinal said, "Do you expect us to make changes?" I said "I don't
think that way. I accept what happens, not what might or does not
happen. I can tell you I would really not enjoy going through this
again." One said "Full agreement with that!" Some chuckles. I said
"It's more than you think. I am always monitored. That means Rose and
Hawk experienced that life with me, as I was telling it to you. Through
them, all the rest of my advanced students will know about it, to a
depth you cannot. This will change them, and their feelings about and
for me. I had hoped to save them from this, but I thought this
sacrifice was important for you to understand some things. I hope they
will forgive me." There were more tears. One said "You shouldn't have,
for us." I said "I must do what I must do, no matter the cost to me.
And there is one. This has brought me closer to the end of this life,
just like the world love broadcasts do. That's not so bad. They do have
a kind of sex where I'll be going. Oh, I shocked you. How do you think
new souls are created? I expect to be working er, hard at that." Some
chuckles.
One said "Why won't the people of the stars let us join them?" I said
"Well, because we can't. One of their rules is that the species has to
invent and use interstellar travel on their own. Then the species is
expecting to meet other intelligent beings, and is prepared for it.
Another reason is evangelism. They will not tolerate even a slight
smell of that. Yes, you here are one of the reasons why they don't want
us now, and you know I agree with them." Some nodded. One said "Are we
first with God?" I said "You mean Catholics, or all humanity?" He said
"Both."
I said "God is above man created religions, so you should know the
answer to that. God is the universe. There are trillions of trillions
of intelligent species in it, each with the purpose of evolving to
become fully one with God, as I will be soon. Our place in that scheme
is entirely caused by US. If we become great, then we will have a large
and great part in that, and with and in God. If we do not, we will have
failed, and we will become extinct, a forgotten useless species. A
failed experiment, of many. What will YOU work for? I will be gone
before my children reach adulthood. I won't be here to push and guide
you, and that is as it should be. You need to do it on your own, like
we all should, or it is a false achievement. It won't be easy, and that
too is as it should be. You know why. You know what should be done. You
can't claim ignorance. Do you want to be the cause of our failure, or
what helps us to become great? Oh, don't tell me, what of the other
religions. We are all a work in progress. Consider who you prefer to
lead. You, or another religion? Right now, the Mormons are the best fit
for that, although not perfect. The new Scientology might, if they work
as they should with what I gave them, have the best ability to lead
humanity to become all who we can be. But they don't worship God. There
is room for you in the future, if you make yourselves relevant, and a
force for actual good. Oh, one more thing. I've been checking in me. I
think the decision and action to make you feel some of what I felt in
telling you of that life, like the healing in my love broadcasts,
wasn't mine."
I said "I think we've done enough for today. Any more shocks, and we
could almost power the city." Some chuckles. I said "I should let you
do whatever you would do to recover, in private from me. And I have a
son to attend to. You know, what goes in one end, doesn't stay in for
very long." More chuckles. I said "You know how to reach me, if you
want more unpleasantness. Er, I mean nice conversation." I stood, and
so did they. I said "I love all. But if you want to be friends, I offer
my personal love." I glowed and held out my arms. One nearest me came
to be hugged with all my love. I helped him to sit. One by one, and
some with a little reluctance, came for my hug, including the Pope and
Paolo. Except for the one who called me a demon. I said to him with a
smile, "They survived it. So will you. Oh, and I forgive you, and your
former self. Love is really all that matters to me." He came to me, and
he was really crying when I helped him to sit. Still glowing, I ported
home.
Rose and Hawk hugged me with love. A lot of my friends were there. We
were all crying. I started to apologize, but was stopped with a kiss.
After a while, I said "I bet they sure didn't expect THAT!" Hawk said
"He actually believed Holy Water is something special. As if a few
words would get rid of all that pollution." Chad said "He called you a
demon, the champion demon hunter of all time!" I said "Maybe it rubbed
off on me." Pete said, "Impossible! You've done all too much rubbing
off, for that to stick." Nigel said, "And he really knows how to stick
it. I will never forget in all my lives that time in the jungle when I
saw his greatness for the first time, when he yelled at me, and then
switched to being nice." I said "I was thinking of you and that, when
Paolo asked." He said "I was sure of it, and you know so was I." I said
"I've had some bad lives, and some good lives, but I think my best two
have been the most recent, and the reason for that is right here. Love
really is who I am, and what I love, and all of you are what makes it
happen." They all said together, "We know." We shared some more love.
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