Stephen's Secure Blog #408
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 21 in this story, in Summer of year 11 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #408 "Gallery and Thailand"
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Zander's students spent some time analyzing what I had done, and
concluded that I situation managed the whole thing. I manipulated them
into doing what I wanted, when I wanted them to, without giving them
time to notice that. Each step followed in logical sequence, and worked
like clockwork. They were really impressed. My own people were, too,
but they were more used to it.
In a meeting, I said, "I think it might be time to push the envelope
a little. I propose another gallery event, with psycho active solid
globe sculptures." We had a discussion, and the result was a go, based
on my CNN description of psychometry and the phenomena of ghosts. I
made a lot of them of all kinds, all in solid crystal globes and other
shapes. Rose and I greeted our guests at the door. There were no
incidents, until near the end of the line. A local TV station news crew
wanted to come in, along with a lot of other people. I said "Tickets
were available. If you don't have them, you can't enter." They said
"But we're journalists!" I said "That's nice. Where are your tickets?"
They didn't have any. I said "We have only so much room, and none at
all for non paying guests who want to bother other people. Any more
with tickets out here? Then please disperse, before I ask New York's
finest to assist you." I closed the doors, and went through the crowd
and to the stage.
Hawk rang a little bell, and the sound of a gigantic gong came out of
it, making everybody jump, including him, and there was some wind
gusting in the room. He looked a little confused, and then curious, and
did it again, to the same gong sound and wind. Then he looked at me,
and said, "STEPHEN?" I said "Yes, dear brother in law?" He said "Did
you do that?" I said "Well, er, possibly, er, yes." He said "And why
"What movie?" I said "It's embarrassing." He said "Oh? Do tell!" I said
"Well, you asked. Gong With the Wind." There were a lot of really
painful groans, and some laughter all over. I said to the crowd, "For
your information, I don't tell them in advance about these things. I do
hear more than you do about it, when we get home." Laughter.
I said "Today we have the usual things, and something new. Those
solid globes and blocks of clear quartz, sapphire, and diamond, contain
metallic and gem sculptures that are active. When you look at them, you
will see them partially move, and when you touch them, you will feel
the emotions I felt and put in them, that go with the theme. This is
done in the same way I put my love in things, which is an advanced form
of psychometry that all can perceive, but it will not show in
recordings. Rose and I will still do the custom love service when
announced. Items too big and heavy, we will transport for you. I said
items, not people. Unless you have a lot of room on your display
shelves." Some laughter. I said "Thank you for your support for our
charity for Tibet. Oh, one more thing. I will be entertaining ideas for
other kinds of unusual art projects. Yes, I like to twist brains
around, too." Chuckles. I went down and mingled.
The professor from Yale came at me, and I raised my hand, and said,
"So soon, you want to make me regret my asking for ideas?" She and
those who heard, laughed. She said "Regrets are up to you. Can you put
longer duration moving impressions in those things?" I said "Not for
purely visual sensing for everybody, no. It would require physical
contact like my love things do. We use that technique in our schools to
transfer knowledge. Restricted. Sorry." She looked very disappointed. I
but I'm not going to do that in a different way, that I could also do.
You know I can project images from my mind. I can make a kind of device
that would do the same thing, but it wouldn't be understood by regular
science. Can you imagine they wouldn't keep trying to figure out how it
works, destroying everything they could get their hands on, in the
process?" She said "I see what you mean. Very disappointing, but all
too true." I said "I REALLY want to share all of that with the world.
I'm a TEACHER! But the world won't let me, and it really hurts." They
politely ignored my tears I wiped away. I said "We are using that
technique in some Monasteries in Tibet for martial arts training.
Imagine life size 3D active movie projections you can walk around and
through, to study and copy all the great fighting techniques in
history. Imagine doing that for glass blowing, or goldsmithing. I can
make a complete Star Trek Holodeck without walls, but it can't be for
the world that can't accept it without knowing how it works, to
regulate it." There were some wows. I said "I hear that a lot." Some
chuckles.
Sharon said "Can you give us a demonstration?" I said "Sure. Make
some space here." People backed away. I put a little box on the floor.
It made a three meter square of the floor change color. I said "That
part of the floor is the effective area. I've programed a martial arts
side kick demonstration. Sharon, here is the controller. It works like
you would expect a remote control to work. Press play." She did, and a
life size karate stylist performed a standing side thrust kick. I said
"You can experiment with the other controls." She did, and made him do
it in slow motion, forward and reverse, and still, too. I said "It's
perfectly safe to walk all the way through the projection, and even
stand inside him and try to copy his moves." Somebody put his hand
through the image. One said "Can you make it react, like a holodeck?" I
said "Sharon, please press 'Interactive'." She did. I said "Somebody
poke him in the middle." One did, and the image giggled. I said "That's
enough." I picked up the box and took back the remote. I said "Nobody
needs to be a telepath here, to know what a lot of you are thinking.
Well, can't you think of anything else?" Some embarrassed laughter,
mixed with some really loud laughter, which included Hawk's. I said "I
won't do anything to make lonely people even more lonely, if a little
tired." Some chuckles.
One said "In any of your past lives, were you ever a pimp?" I said
"That would depend on how you look at it. I wasn't one as we think of
them today in this society, but very often I acted as a matchmaker,
even if it wasn't always for permanent relationships." Sharon said,
"You really weaseled out of that one." I said "Yeah, I thought so."
Laughter. I said, "But seriously, some of what we would consider to be
prostitution now, was a highly regarded profession in times and places
in the past. They were more like therapists and priestesses, and were
treated with respect. And lubrication." Laughter.
I mingled some more. One asked me, "How do you get the sculptures
into the crystals?" I said "I port out the shaped space, and port the
sculpture in. I know the exact dimensions, so it fits perfectly." She
said "Could you put my children in one?" I said "I don't think they
would fit, and they would have trouble breathing." She said, a little
irritated, "Small sculptures of them." I said "I would have to get to
know them, and I don't have that time. Sorry." She nodded. One said
"Would you do that for your own children?" I said "I don't have any
reason to. We already know what they look like, and to a depth that
can't be put in the crystals." He said "But if you want to show them to
somebody else?" I said "Why would I want to do that? They aren't museum
objects." He said "Aren't you proud of them?" I said "They haven't done
anything special to make anybody proud of them, beyond existing like
all babies do. When they are old enough to understand and decide who
should see them, they will. Until then, I'll respect their privacy
while they're helpless to do anything about it." He said "Wow! I never
thought about any of that before. I wonder why?" I said "It's power,
and the abuse of it. Parents consider their children to be owned
objects, like pets, and not real persons who have the same moral rights
as any other person. Just because they can't understand those rights,
and can't demand them and make them happen, doesn't mean they don't
have them, and it's the parents' moral responsibility to protect those
rights, and not act against them." I said with a big grin, "Wait to
embarrass them when they're old enough to understand it, or you'll
waste the effort."
He and some others laughed. He said "That news anchor was right. You
use humor to defuse tense and shocking situations you cause. It works,
and that's amazing. How do you do it?" I said "After all these years,
it's a habit. I don't think about it." He said "What DO you think
about?" I said "Are you sure you want to know? I might not be able to
use humor after it." He said "I think I understand. With all you know
from all your lives, and your intelligence and perception, I don't
think any of us would understand even a tiny fraction of your thinking.
I withdraw my question." I bowed, and said, "You are wise." I mingled
some more.
One said "I've seen your Emerald Buddha. I meditated there. Have
you?" I said "Yes, I have. If you let your vision wander around inside
it, soon you won't be seeing that part of reality, but another, and
that's not seeing." She grinned really wide, and bowed low to me, and I
returned it. She said "Well said. I wish more could experience that." I
said "When they are ready, and want to, they can. And the one in
Thailand, too." She said "I've heard about that, and seen pictures, but
I know that's not anything like being there." I said "Do you have time
after this event?" She looked surprised, and eagerly hopeful, and said,
"I know now that I do." I smiled and said, "Well said!" She gave me a
radiant smile. I said "I'll make the arrangements." Some asked if they
could come. I said "This time it's not sightseeing, but a religious
event." They nodded, and didn't push it. Sharon surprised me, with,
"I've seen the Emerald Buddha. Yes, I've converted. May I come?" I
looked inquiringly at my other guest, who nodded agreement. Sharon said
"Thank you." I said "I can send both of you home before we leave, if
you want to change clothes before we go." They thought that was a very
good idea.
I went up to the stage, and made the gong sound. I announced we would
be doing the love service then. We had a lot of customers for that.
Toward the end of it, a woman asked for Hawk's love in the crystal
pendant, in addition to Rose and mine. I said "Ha! You've caught him
with his laugh down." The audience laughed, and Hawk was embarrassed.
We three did it together, and she was very satisfied. Two more women
asked for it. Then one man, very embarrassed, but resolute, asked for
Hark's love alone. Hawk wasn't embarrassed at all, and did it
matter-of-factly, much to the relief of the customer.
I said "When we close, well, I said I wouldn't, but I might now. The
reporters are still hanging around outside, and so are some even more
disreputable characters." Some chuckles. I said "Their acquisitive
desires may pose some danger to you. Well, we don't usually have poor
people in these events. Do I need to draw you a picture?" I didn't. I
said "So, those who request transportation, please see me or Rose, and
it will be provided. Those of you who have motion sickness should take
the medicine we have for that, before porting. I had that in my last
life. REALLY inconvenient, I tell you. Now for the usual musical
finale. Any suggestions?" One yelled our, "Your very first recording!"
I said "I can't perform that now, because my voice has changed. I'll
tell you how it happened. In all my lives before, but one, I was never
very musical, and in that one, I often used the flute for something
else, when I was too drunk to perform in a different way, if you know
what I mean." Their laughter said they really did know, or thought they
did. I said "I was twelve, visiting with the RedCloud family. We were
traveling by horseback. It was boring, so Mrs. RedCloud suggested we
sing some songs. They did. I didn't. I was persuaded to try it, and
found out I could actually sing. On the way back to the house, I tested
my voice. That was the first time I sang solo, and seriously. Hawk
recorded it. Against my wishes then, actually. Is this what you had in
mind with your request?" She said "It is!" I said "Hawk?" The sound of
my boy treble filled the room, singing "Amazing Grace" through three
octaves. Then there was silence, and then loud applause. Then I was
asked for recordings. I said "There isn't a recording available. I
don't know if we'll do that." I was asked if I had done any more
singing as a child. I looked at Chad. He indicated yes, I indicated he
should tell.
Chad said, "Stephen sang with me, after my wife died. I have to say
this. She heard him! Yes, we felt it. Stephen will record my memory,
and his, of our singing then, and publish it." I said "I might put some
other things I did in my offplanet house music room, before my voice
changed completely." Chad said "Yes! Do that." I said "As my manager,
he likes to order me around." He said "That's because squares have
sharp corners." I said "I gave you that. You owe me!" Rose said, "By
the lack of response to it, he doesn't owe you much." Laughter, with
Hawk's the loudest. Then we started closing down the event, after my
usual love blessing. I ported the two Buddha gazers to their homes to
change. We ported home many of the customers. I had already made the
arrangements for the visit with Panchang.
I told Srinoy, and asked if he wanted to be there. I knew he would,
and so did he. When they were ready, I ported the two women, then
dressed in modest and loose clothes, to me at the gallery. Then I
ported us to the entry of the Temple at Chiang Mai, Thailand. Panchang,
and many other Monks were there to greet us. I did the introductions.
We went inside, and Srinoy greeted us, and I did the introductions. And
I said, "Srinoy is a senior Monk here, and in my Temple in Belize, and
is currently in charge of my Monastery and University education systems
in Tibet, which is non public information." They were really impressed.
I said "And he and I designed and made the Golden Buddha together,
which is here. And I get to embarrass somebody else for a change." They
tried not to laugh. Panchang grinned.
I said "In the room of the statue, there are some cushions on the
floor, and stone benches on the walls. Other accommodations can be
provided. While other people are in the room, we will do no talking,
which we can do outside of the room. I recommend offering incense, so
you can be closer and see the carvings on the base. Well, we wouldn't
want them to go to waste." Srinoy tried not to laugh. Panchang said,
"It has become a custom to touch the feet of the Buddha when one
approaches closely. Master of Abbots Stephen and and Senior Monk Srinoy
put their love in them." I said "When you're ready." They nodded, and
we went inside. Their eyes almost popped out. I have to admit, it was
an absolutely beautiful and striking sight. They took some incense
sticks from a pile in the back of the room, and lit them in a brazier,
an approached the statue, and put them in the pots on the shelf in
front of the base, that were there for them. They bowed, and then
touched the feet. Then they moved back, and sat cross-legged on the
floor cushions. Srinoy and I sat behind them on the bare floor, in
lotus. After an hour and twenty minutes of being lost in the void, one
of my guests, and then the other, stirred, and attempted to rise.
Srinoy and I assisted them, and we left the room, and went into a small
meeting room with Panchang.
They had a lot of whispered wows to give. Then we discussed what it
was made of, and how. Then Sharon said, "I would like to write an
article about it. May I?" I said "It belongs to this Temple." She
looked at Panchang, who said, "We would be honored." Sharon asked our
other guest, "Would you like to share the authorship of it?" She said
"Yes, thank you! I would be honored." We were ready to leave. I said
"There is another possibility for this trip. Would you like to see my
shield at the museum? The director has been appraised of our possible
visit, and will be available." I said to Sharon, "As the director of
the biggest and best museum in the world, I thought you might be a
little interested in that." She said "Absolutely!" The other woman
said, "I, too." I offered to take Panchang, but he politely declined.
When they were ready, Srinoy and I ported ourselves and the women to
the Director's office. We did introductions. Then we walked to the
shield display. We were quite a procession, and were very much noticed.
There, I told them what it was made of, and how, and the research I had
done for it. Srinoy said, "The owner of the elephants was VERY
surprised at how they behaved with Stephen. It was like they worshipped
him, and understood his every word." I said "BIG people with long
noses. I loved them, and they knew it. Odd way of hugging, though." He
laughed, and said, "They discovered how to make him jump, where they
put their trunks." They all laughed loudly. Sharon said to the other
director, "We've come from the Golden Buddha, and are going to write an
article about it. May I include this museum and the shield in it, or in
a second article?" He said "Yes, please. We would be honored." I showed
her a pile of paper and memory cards, and said, "Info for you. On your
desk."
I said to the women, "Which one most attracts you? The Golden, or the
Emerald Buddha?" They couldn't decide, and said so. I said "Then in
each of your homes, I have placed smaller versions of each." They
really cried. Srinoy, and the director, gave some tears, too. Then I
said, "Ready to return home?" They were, and after a round of hugs with
love, I ported them home. The director, Srinoy, and I, went back to the
office and sat. The director said, "I love what you did for them." I
said "So did I, which is part of why I did that. What will come of it,
won't do Thailand any harm." He laughed. He said to Srinoy, "Your
comment about the Shield being the best in the galaxy, was more truth
than you wanted me to believe." Srinoy said, "I was young, and made a
mistake." I said "But skillfully corrected." We hugged. I said "We
didn't know I would have to come into the open, and how far, then. I
apologize for not confirming your er, wild suspicions then." He said
"So you knew. I should have expected that." I said "You weren't the
first." He said "Sharon?" I said "Yes, and she hosted some unusual
visitors after hours a few times." He said "That must have been very
interesting!" I said "Absolutely!" Srinoy said, "A lot of Stephen's
things and display illustrations are there. She embarrassed him
unmercifully, which he had to translate for the guests." They laughed
loudly. I said to Srinoy, "But you weren't there!" He said "You know we
all talk about you." I shook my head, and said, "Gossip mongers. So
little respect." They laughed again, but with love.
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