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Date: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 18:14:04 -0400
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Stephen's Secure Blog #400
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 Fall of year 11 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #400 "CNN Family Values"
START Page
The September 1st love broadcast and healing was as expected, with
nothing new. Len and Don, with the approval of their boss, decided to
pull a fast one on a person and an organization that didn't want to
talk to me. They invited a senior representative of The American Family
Association to the show in my usual time slot, to discuss their
principles. After the guest had announced what his organization was
for, I ported to the studio, and said, "Oh, I thought this was the time
I should be here for the usual after love broadcast interview. I could
come back another time." Don said "Stephen, please stay and join us." I
said "Fine, but there's no extra chair. I'll just sit in the air." I
did that, in lotus position. An aid clipped a mic to my shirt. I said
"Is this thing on?" Don grinned and said, "It is. On your shirt." I
grinned, and said, "Good one!" He chuckled.
The family rep was getting uncomfortable. He said "I should go." I
said, focusing my Ki in him, "Please stay. It's nice to make new
friends. You represent what you believe are good family values. What do
you think of my family?" He said "Could describe it?" I said "My wife
and I are married, and will stay married to each other until one of us
dies. We believe that sex should be only with those with whom you have
true love, and obey that. We love each other more than we think is
possible, and more than that each day. We have two children, babies,
who my wife breast feeds, while I take care of the er, other end. We
don't use contraceptives, or any kind of alcohol or drugs. We do not
consume animal flesh. She does work, but mostly from home, and so do I.
Her parents are with us a lot, and so are some of my relatives, and our
friends. As a relatively new family, that's all we have so far." He
said "From what you have said here, I think you have the best of family
values."
I said "Thank you. I think I am VERY fortunate that I can have the
family that I have now. Most of my past lives weren't as blessed. Can
you tell me why the values you support, are important?" He said some
things about creating good people from them. I said "I wish that were
true." He was flabbergasted. I said "I've lived almost two thousand
lives, in all the ways possible to be raised, and to raise others. And
in my past life and this one, I've done a lot of research into this
very subject. Here's why. In my last life, my father loved me, but was
distant. My mother was violent, and often disciplined us children for
no discernible reason, with physical and emotional abuse. Yet, my
parents loved each other, and tried to instill in us good values, more
than they themselves had, actually. When I was twelve, my mother almost
killed me, and had to go to a psychiatric hospital. I never saw her
again. I went to a foster home. There my life, well, flowered. I had
been in a traditional family, and suffered abuse, psychological and
physical, and then went to a very different home, where I was loved for
who I was, and was able to love in return. This new family was of a
married couple, a man and a woman who were my foster parents, my two
foster sisters, who were older than me, and my foster brother, who was
older, and homosexual. One more thing. It was a naturist household. We
were nudists. We were a real family like real families should be, and
we loved and respected each other. None of us had to be there. We could
all have chosen different families to be with, but we didn't. Those of
us who had problems from our previous traditional families, healed.
Love can, and often does, do that. We all became very good and
successful people, with loving families of our own."
I said "My best friend and I married our first girlfriends, and all
four of us lived together in the same house, and raised our children
together. Then my wife died, when my son was a baby. I was devastated.
I couldn't live like I had before. I joined the military, which was
very glad to have me, because I was VERY well educated, with doctorates
in many subjects. My best friend and his wife cared for my son when I
was stationed overseas. While my son was living with me, I adopted some
of his friends who needed a home, one of whom was gay, as a single
parent. But I was never single in child rearing. I had many friends to
help, all well educated professionals. A real non traditional family.
As you see, my recent experiences with, well, odd families, sparked my
interest in the subject, so I did research and studied it. I have found
that traditional families are rarely as traditional as you would like
to believe, and that what you classify as non traditional, are often
more traditional in real values, and successful in raising children to
be exemplary adults. One more example. In this, my current life, I was
in a car crash when I was two years old. My mother died in it, and my
father abandoned me. I was in a coma until I was ten, and woke with no
memories. I was tutored in a Buddhist Temple, because the Abbot there
was then my legal guardian, by my great grandfather Chad, who had been
my best friend in my previous life. Then I went to his school. At age
twelve, I received the memories of my past lives, when my psionic
abilities wakened. I was living in a foster home again, with children
from all over the world, and married gay parents, and it was filled
with love, which has helped me to become who I am today."
I said "In my personal and professional opinions, I think you are
overvaluing what you define as traditional families, and underrating,
and actually demeaning, non traditional families, causing unjust pain
for those very good people who were raised in them, who were not able
to choose another way to grow up." Even Don was surprised, but the
values man was flabbergasted again. Don said "Let's go to a break." We
did. I said, "Oh Don, you were almost speechless again." He said "I
have to admit it, yes. I didn't expect all that at all!" I said "Our
friend here, too. I think he's still in shock." That person said, "I
truly didn't expect you to say what you said, and so well, too. Not
"No, not at all!" He had to laugh at my grin. We went back on air.
I said "I have another story to share with you. In my last life, my
first foster brother was gay. Here is what happened to him." I told the
story of Jeremy, showing pictures. I said "Is that how a traditional
family should be? Here is how my second foster brother became so." I
told the story of Dan. I said "He had the most traditional of families,
and would have died in it, and been buried in another unmarked grave.
Is this what you stand for? What you promote? By the the way, he still
has the scars all over his back, and still calls me his hero, which I
find very embarrassing. Actually, he's with my family now, and is
watching this program. I've been told he offers to be transported here
and show his back to you. I didn't think he would offer to do that. Do
you want him to?" He couldn't speak. I said, "Please say something. He
deserves that, at least." He finally said, "No, that's not necessary. I
believe you. I am very sorry for his suffering, but he did choose to be
gay." I said "Actually he didn't. He tried very hard, as if his life
depended on it, which he really knew it did, not to be gay, but he
couldn't. Nobody can. It's not a choice, it's biological, and there is
nothing in the Bible which contradicts that. But even if he had chosen,
and told them, which he didn't, did he really deserve to be tortured
and murdered for that, never having had sex at all? Please tell me." He
said "I don't know." I said "Yes you do. Even in the Old Testament,
homosexual FEELINGS are not punishable by torture and death. And you
KNOW Jesus would not have permitted it. Do you still maintain that you
don't know?" Silence. I said "Please answer my question. My former
foster brothers deserve it, and so do millions of others." He sighed,
and said, "They didn't deserve it." I said "For them, I thank you."
I said "By the way, Rose, my wife, was my first, and it was when SHE
said it was the right time. Now let's go blue and red, in states,
politically. Democratic states have lower rates of divorce and teenage
pregnancy than Conservative, Republican states, which specifically are,
and as you are, very much against such things, and premarital sex has
increased. That appears to be something of an indictment of what you
define as traditional families. Your own people, those who publicly
support your values and mission; how many are divorced, or have had
adulterous affairs? How many are actually gay? I know for a fact, that
the majority of them fall into one or more of those categories,
yourself included. This shows that you, and those who agree with you,
don't believe in and practice what you preach to others. Why is it so
important for you to make others do what you don't do, force them to
behave very differently than you do? Please answer my question." He
didn't. I said "You should answer, before I do it for you." Silence. I
said "Isn't it really your need for personal power, causing you to do
this? With guilt that you are so week that you can't obey your own
rules, that you are desperate to make others do it, so you can feel
better about yourself? But it doesn't work, and it never will, which
you will eventually discover, if you ever become honest with yourself.
One more thing. How many people will you continue to debase and hurt,
who don't deserve it, to make YOU feel superior, when it's actually the
reverse? How many children do you want to keep from having good and
loving homes, who could be adopted into non traditional GOOD and LOVING
families? Why do you like harming CHILDREN? Please answer my questions,
or the world will know you as a beast and a failure." He got up and ran
out, crying.
I said to the astonished Don, "I think he might not like me." I said
to the camera, "I think I made Don speechless again. Let's go to
break." We did. I said to Don, "A little strong?" He said "Ohboy! Yes.
You really tore into him. I expected something, when he wouldn't answer
about your foster brother, but not this!" I said "I could have made it
much worse. His police department just received some evidence they are
very interested in. No, I'm not going to say, so don't ask." He nodded.
Back on the air, Don said, "I didn't expect how tough you would be on
him, after such a polite start." I said "Things go as they go. I do
what I think best at the time. I had only this one opportunity to speak
to him in public, and discuss the issues with him. Except for the
scheduling issue here today, he would not have agreed to be in the same
room with me." He said "Why is that?" I said "I get that from people
who know they are doing wrong, and fear they might be tricked into
admitting it." He said "Oh, such as what just happened?" I said
"Something like that, maybe. I wonder how truthful he will be in
talking about this day to his friends and associates. It would have
been much nicer from his point of view, if he had been honest and
answered my questions. He didn't, so I did it for him. But now it's
just us here. So, have you been saving up questions for me, or are you
still too shocked to remember them?" He said "Yes. There are questions
I want to ask, but you won't permit them." I said "There are thousands
you could ask, and haven't, so don't complain."
He said "I have one. As Joseph, it's written that Potiphar's wife
ripped off your covering, making you naked. It was a robe?" I said
"Actually, it was a half robe, like a wrap around scarf of linen.
Around the waist." He said "You wore nothing under it?" I said "Is THAT
the important question?" He looked very embarrassed. I said "Underwear
such as underpants, is a historically recent invention, with a few
exceptions. We didn't wear any then. Romans did, kind of, in the
military. And the Japanese under kimonos. Elastic has enabled our
current versions."
He said, "What are the most unusual looking aliens you've met?" I
said "I can't answer that well. In aliens, what might be most unusual
to me, might not be to you. What I find most odd, is the combination of
the very familiar, with the very unfamiliar. The incongruous, such as
cowboy boots on centaurs. And the opposite; the very unhuman, but
beautiful, such as the crab people." He nodded. I said "Here is a
candidate. An insect-like form, with the most beautiful eyelashes I've
ever seen. Sorry Rose." Don laughed. I said "They don't like hugging
each other. Well, it's a little noisy, but they do like hugging soft
skinned people like er, me." He said "I'm not surprised." I said "I
was!" He laughed really well.
He said "You said in a previous interview that an alien tried to
seduce you. Please tell us about it." I said "I can almost feel the
world tilting, people leaning forward, now playing closer attention."
He laughed really well. I said, "That's a good laugh, but your producer
has you beat." He laughed some more. I said "The people who look like
upright cats are very similar in temperament to them. They are very
picky about who they like, are vain, proud, and can be extremely
affectionate. And their fur feels absolutely wonderful, against our
skin. You know when you hug them, you don't want to let go." He said,
embarrassed, "I have to admit that, yes." I said "Our species finds
them very attractive, almost without exception, and they can sense it.
They REALLY don't have a problem with that. When I met Zander again in
my current existence, he was about ready to return home. The ship that
came to pick him up and exchange personnel with the observation
station, and resupply them, had a fault in their space drive engines,
which would have torn them apart if they had tried to leave. We offered
to fix it for them, which they couldn't. One of our team stayed in the
ship for a few days to do that. The Chief Engineer was one of the cat
people. Her name was Surrhaa. Our associate handled the repair very
well, and then they er, handled each other. What an interesting
expression!" He laughed. I said "Yes, he determined that our two
species is sexually compatible, well, in the extreme. I tell you that
while we don't have jealousy, the rest of us did have an awful lot of
wishful thinking." He laughed loudly.
I said "Knowing this, just increased our attraction to them,
sometimes in a very physically evident way." He laughed louder. I said
"Your producer still has you beat. Anyway, because we saved the lives
of the passengers of the crew of the ship, and we had mentioned to the
Captain that we all thought Surrhaa was very beautiful, and because she
very personally liked us a lot, she officially adopted some of us into
her clan, which has happened to foreigners less than ten times in the
entire history of their planet. On the strength of that, after I got
friendly with the President of Zander's planet, I asked him to invite
the ambassador from Tsuriss, which is the name of the planet and
species of the cat people, to his house to meet with us, and I found
out she knew Surrhaa. That's how we met. I had invited the Ambassador
to be with us when we went to her planet to do recruiting. She strongly
requested to talk to the candidate after we accepted whoever it would
be. We knew why. She wanted a spy in our school, even though I told her
we wouldn't allow any interference in it, and most so not by
governments. Rose and I expected her to try, anyway. Our first
candidate passed, who was a woman. They had that meeting. I didn't spy
on that, but I didn't have to. When they came out of the room, the
emotions they expressed made it obvious. Here is what she did and said,
to me." I showed that.
I said "I ignored it, and ported her to her office. Rose, Harditch,
who was the new student, and I, all knew what had happened, and were
amused and saddened by it. You see, when that happened, and I chose not
to respond, the ambassador realized she really wanted me for me, and
not just to manipulate me, and if she had acted that way, I don't know
if I could have resisted her. But how and why she did it then, caused
her to never have me. She realized what a loss it was, and was very
frustrated by it." Don said "Would you have gone through with it, if
she had been honest in her affections?" I said "I hope not. Rose was to
be my first. I did NOT want to violate that pledge. And I didn't. Oh,
and she ordered the student to seduce me." He said with great interest,
"Did she?" I said "No adult student I would select would do such a
thing, or ever be a spy against the school. We have only honorable and
ethical students, who we don't need to instruct how to behave in those
situations. She was amused and disgusted by the whole thing, and
refused to return the Ambassador's calls to her at the school." He said
"What an interesting story! Let's go to break." We did.
I said to Don, "I saw you with her. You practically melted in her
arms." He said "I did feel very comfortable there." We all laughed.
Back on air, he said "I've noticed something. You repaired a space ship
in space, and you took other people to planets, but you said they
didn't know you could port." I said "Some know I can port short
distances, like from what they thought was a space ship, to a planet
below. Remember, I can make anything temporary with force fields. Our
passengers in such things thought it unusual that the ship ported
itself, and didn't have any controls. We told them it didn't need any,
being controlled by the mind, and they assumed it was the ship that
enabled our personal porting, all with physical technology. I'm still
sitting in the air. I'll make the force fields visible. Go ahead and
touch it." He did, and said, "If it wasn't transparent, I would think
it was a real chair. I said "Now not transparent." He said "Right. I
wouldn't know it wasn't a real chair."
He said "We're out of time. Thank you for this er, interesting
evening." I said "I think our other guest might have a different way of
describing this day." Len said "Off air!" Len came into the room and
said to me, "You really ripped him a new one! And I did expect it, and
sooner. Slimy weasel." I said "Oh, interesting. Insulting to weasels,
though." He and Don laughed. Len said "Think he will improve?" I said
"50/50 on that, a little. Depends on who he sees first when he gets
home. No, I'm not looking. I like to keep my food where it belongs. I
don't like doing this, worse than he does. I know, because I felt his
feelings while I was doing it. I have to, for all my er, victims, to be
fair, and to judge my effectiveness." Don said "I wish you didn't have
to." I said "Well, if wishes were fishes, we'd all be casting nets."
Len said "Right." I said "Anybody think they'll have another family
values person meet with me again?" They laughed. I hugged them with
love, and ported home.
Dan said "I really like what you did, and I'm grateful I could be a
part of that. It gives meaning to what I went through." I said "I knew
that, which is partly why I did it. Are you disappointed you didn't get
to show up and rub his nose in it?" He said "Actually, yes, very." I
hugged and kissed him. I said "I thought of playing your hospital tape
to them, but thought that would be too much for the audience, and for
me, actually." He said "I would have agreed to it. And showing the
video." I said "I could still send that to CNN. Anybody think I
should?" They did, so I did, after calling Len and telling him. I also
included some of the rescue, too, in it. Len's boss called me, in
tears, and said how much it moved him, and thanked me for making it
public. I asked him if he would like to talk with Dan, and if Dan would
like to talk to him. They wanted to, so I made that arrangement. I
didn't listen, but I think that might be the start of a good
friendship. The rest of us think so, too. I did warn Dan about
revealing too much about us. I'm not sure how much that sunk in. I
liked very much that his new life has more meaning for him, and maybe
even a purpose. We all do, in love.
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