Stephen's Secure Blog #411
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 Winter of year 12 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #411 "CNN Foodstamps and Guns"
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I had a meeting with Eli in Tibet. We discussed how things were
going. He was enthusiastic about all of it, and thanked me a lot for
giving him the opportunity to do good things. I said "That's actually
true. You ARE doing something very good here, that will affect all of
humanity for the better, perhaps more than any of us can or will do in
our lifetimes." He really didn't complain about that. I said "But I
have something more to ask of you." He grinned, and said, "Lay it on
me!" I said "Join me in my next love broadcast." He really cried. I
hugged him. I said "And another. I want three this time. Interesting
experiment." He said "I like that. Who?" I said with a grin, "Only
after I ask him." He grinned, and said, "You don't want to miss any
hugs and kisses." I said "Well, there is that, but it would be more
polite to ask him in person, to give him the opportunity to decline
without embarrassment." He said "That's more consideration than we
would give YOU." I said, with fake sadness, "So true." We laughed and
hugged and kissed. Then I had a meeting with Chad, to go over new
things I wanted to do in music. Then I said, "Want to join me and Eli
in the next love broadcast?" He surprised himself by crying. I hugged
him, and said, "Our bodies insist on being human." He said "That's
good. I don't bark very well." I could, and showed him. We laughed.
After the January 1st love broadcast, Don said on the CNN interview
show, "This time your love broadcast was different in a new way. I felt
two other people in it. Would you tell us who they are?" I said "You've
met the two I included in this love broadcast as an experiment. They
were Eli and Chad." He said "I didn't know Chad is an Adept." I said
"That's why it was an experiment. Eli and I helped him. It worked."
Then he said, "There is a mystery from your last show with us, people
are interested in clarifying." I said with a grin, "Whatever could that
be?" He laughed, and said, "They want to know where the Van bases are."
I said "Are you sure I can't find another mystery to throw out to
distract you?" He said "No, it won't work." I said "Do you think it
would do anybody any good if I told them?" He thought a little, and
said, "I see. You won't let anybody in them." I said "Less, and more
than that. First, there are no bases on Earth. So, how would anybody
get to them?" He said "Yes, that would be a problem." I said "Second,
they are shielded and undetectable by Earth science." He said "Oh, so
even if you tell them where, they still couldn't find them." I said
"Oh, but they would, eventually, and would be dead. The bases are VERY
well defended, automatically, unless a special coded signal is given by
a Van brain and mind, or by somebody who can impersonate those things,
which is me. That's one of the things I learned on that station after I
was captured, and why I had to be small enough to fit in the cockpit
and fly one of their shuttle ships into the station, to gain possession
of it later, which is why I had to reincarnate at the right time for
that to happen." He said "Wow!" I said "Right."
He said "But I know you. You wouldn't let anybody be killed." I said
"Please don't argue effectively." He laughed really well. I said "We
can port into them now. We fixed the problem which had made that
dangerous. So, we don't need to enter them through a guarded doorway.
If we need to enter them at all. That's the problem. We don't need
them. If we thought that somebody was going to stumble across one, we
would port the whole thing into a star." He started to say why, but
stopped. I said "Right. You're learning. If our scientists tried to
examine one of the power sources, well, they could turn Mars into a new
temporary sun." He said "I see. We have to understand the technology
before we examine it, and then we wouldn't need to. Why haven't you
destroyed them already?" I said "We don't like destroying things, or
wasting them. In the beginning, before we went visiting to other stars,
we thought to use them for er, recreation. Well, our school was a
little small. Then we used them for storage, when we were capturing Van
from all over. Now, we consider them to be a kind of museum exhibit. I
could take you to one, but it won't do you much good. They are sealed,
and have no windows, and the gravity is controlled to Van normal, which
is a little less than Earth. You wouldn't know what planet you were on.
You wouldn't want to open a window on Mars, anyway. You would freeze
and gasp to death." He said "I see. Let's go to break."
He said "I still want to go." Len said in the air, "We can try to set
that up for the next show. Stephen, can you use a virtual spaceship for
that, so we can show the traveling?" I said "No. I don't want to
pinpoint the location of the station." He said "Alright." Back on air,
Don announced, "We are going to try to schedule a trip to a Van station
for during Stephen's next scheduled visit with us. Now for another
question. Food-stamps. Some people are against it, and some make
derisive comments about people who support that, calling them
foodstampers. What are your opinions about that?" I said "I was called
something like that in some past lives. I think you might want to hear
about that." He said "I do!" I said "Some conservatives will squirm a
little with this one. Jesus called me something like that, when I, and
some other Greek Jews, were chosen to be Deacons at his request, to
assist his organization in distributing food to the hungry poor. I did
similar work as Nicholas and Francis. I think HELPING CHILDREN TO NOT
STARVE TO DEATH IS A WORTHY TASK, AND ANY LABEL THAT IS ASSIGNED TO
THAT IS ONE OF HONOR!" Don said "Wow! But I should have expected that."
I said "Yes, and there is more. Most of food stamps goes to support
children, and the elderly and disabled who aren't able to work. Because
children aren't legally responsible, the adults who care for them,
receive it. Children aren't responsible for their caregivers being out
of work, or unable to work. Yes, some parents shouldn't have had more
children than they can support, BUT CHILDREN AREN'T RESPONSIBLE FOR
BEING BORN. They shouldn't be made to suffer the mistakes and bad
choices of adults. Children shouldn't suffer for being brought into
this world, that cruel heartless people would want to happen. I've
cried to the fitful sleep brought on by constant hunger, for hours,
days, years, decades, centuries, if all added up, and died the sad and
helpless death of starvation more times than I ever want to remember."
I said to the camera, "To those who want to deny food to children, come
say that to my face, and I will help you feel what it's like to die of
starvation. If you call yourself a Christian, a Jew, a Muslim, a
Buddhist, I will denounce you in your religion, and call for all others
to do that. If you decide to take your own life in rightful shame, I
won't oppose that, for humanity, which you have so little of, is better
off without you and your moral corruption!" I signaled I was done. Don
said "Let's go to break."
Don said "I should have realized that was a hot issue with you." I
said "I don't think I will ever really understand why it isn't the same
for everybody." He nodded. Back on air, Don said, "Gun control. What
are your opinions on that issue?" I said "Hmm, my opinions on gun
oops!" He chuckled. I said "History first. In Europe, the societies
evolved from the feudal system, where all land was own by the King. You
couldn't hunt in the forests. You couldn't even trespass in them,
without being punished, and sometimes killed for it. You didn't need
firearms, or even swords, unless you were issued them in the military.
In European colonies, you had to have guns just to survive in the early
days, to hunt for food, and defend yourself from the native peoples
who's land you were taking without permission. Yes, they let you settle
there sometimes, but they had NO idea you wouldn't allow them on that
land after that, because they had no concept of owning land, and the
rights thereof. In a country that gained its freedom by armed
rebellion, the founding fathers thought that guns, and having them,
would be good insurance against a dictatorship happening in the future.
Unfortunately, I think they would have done things a little
differently, if they knew automatic weapons would become available,
mass produced, and some VERY concealable. Well, they had never even
heard of a bullet cartridge. Now, it's like Pandora's box. The evil of
easy access to guns can't be taken away now. Too many are out there. If
you take them from the law abiding, only the criminals will have them,
and more of them at that. The only reasonable thing to do, is to try to
regulate them in a responsible manor. That includes background checks,
and delays between the purchase and the actual possession of the new
gun, to reduce anger induced violence. And prosecution and punishment
of people who don't secure their guns, and let children at them
unsupervised."
I said "The right to bear arms in America, in my opinion, is not the
right for an individual to own an arsenal, and it's only a Federal
right. States and communities can enact any extra laws they want to
about it, and have done so from the beginning of the country. I think a
person should not be allowed to wear or cary a gun in public, unless
their job and license permits and requires it. I think there should be
a law that requires that all guns made in America, or brought into the
country, have a shot fired, and the bullet be archived by the FBI, and
the rifling marks entered into an online database accessible to law
enforcement. I would like that to happen world wide." Don said "Is that
all?" I said "I would like to remove ALL guns from the world, and I can
do it easily, but more would be made. I can't change societies that
permit that, but I can counter arguments for having guns in the home.
The odds of a home defense gun actually being used successfully in
defending a home, are almost zero. What is most likely, is a family
member being shot by it. AND THAT INCLUDES CHILDREN! So why do people
still want to keep guns for defense? False psychological comfort. In
reality, they would be better off not having one, and take other
reasonable measures for their security. Some say that carrying a gun
will protect them in a mugging. Not if the other guy has a gun. THINK!
His gun is already out and aimed at you, while yours is in a pocket or
holster. Suppose he actually lets you draw your gun. Then what? He's
going to let you shoot him? I doubt it. Will he run away? Be shot in
the back? NO. Absolutely not. He then HAS to shoot you. You actually
have a better chance of living through a mugging if you DON'T have a
gun. The best thing to do, is to receive training about what to do in
those circumstances. Your local police might help you with that. Some
hold those kinds of classes for the public."
I said "One more thing. Most people who have so called self
protection guns don't know how to use them properly, so even if they do
try to shoot an attacker, they are likely to miss. Practicing on a
public range, will NOT help you learn how to shoot people in an
emergency. You try, and you will most likely miss, and maybe even shoot
somebody else who is innocent. That sometimes happens with even
intensely trained and very experienced police officers. For other
people, it's almost guaranteed. Your gun is FALSE security, and a
serious danger to others, including your family! Some might think I
wouldn't know about this subject. Well, ask police officers if they
agree with me. Or watch my laser tag match. Or send against me the best
marksman you can find, and I will beat him in any standard gun
competition, using no special powers. I am proficient with all known
weapons, and some currently unknown weapons." Don said "I saw your
demonstration in Mongolia with the bow on horseback. Amazing! And your
swords on that other world. And there are all your other lives. I don't
doubt you in the least. But could you beat your students?" I said
"Being still my students, I should be able to beat them, but we don't
actually compete, so I don't know. People who love each other don't
need to do that." He said "I see. More, after the break."
Off air, I said, "Another shot in the dark?" He chuckled. I said "If
they don't want to challenge me, they could challenge Rose. Actually,
any thirteen year old student of mine can beat any adult not of our
school, in just about anything. Well, not in ejaculating." He laughed.
I said "But not for lack of trying." He laughed louder, and so did Len.
Back on air, I said, "There is something else about guns. They are for
killing. Doing that for food, is a small harm to your spirit, and
allowable for the average person, but it can hold back some spiritual
advancement. Killing a human being, for ANY reason, even with full
legal justification, will seriously damage your spirit or soul, and if
you have any degree of real humanity, it will change who you are, and
haunt all your waking and dreaming moments for the rest of your life,
and maybe into the next one. I think for that reason, it is better to
die, than to kill another. Except to save the life of a child. NO
sacrifice is too much to save a child." Don nodded, and said, "I can
understand that."
Don said, "We have received a lot of email about this. I'm almost
afraid to ask it. What do you do for fun?" I said "That's an easy
question to answer. What do I do for fun. Why are you almost afraid to
ask?" He said "Er, ah, I, can you just answer it?" I said in triumph,
"Ha! You were thinking I would say something about sex." He said, VERY
embarrassed, "Please continue." I said "Hey, everybody, that was almost
a full admission." He made a strange noise. I said "I guess you really
should have been afraid to ask, if you feel so embarrassed about that.
"My life is so filled with love, most of what I do involves love, and
that sure is fun! Even the things that are not fun in themselves, I can
enjoy what they are for, which is helping people. Tell me, do you love
somebody with all your heart?" He said "I do." I said "And that brings
you a lot of joy. Imagine, if you can, having that love and joy feeling
multiplied by all the eight billion people I have that for, practically
all the time. Yes, I live that way. That's why almost all I do for them
is fun. Now you know." He said "Yes, we do. We are out of time. Thank
you for being with us." I said "You're welcome. It was er, fun?" He
chuckled, and then Len announced we were off the air.
I said "Afraid I would say sex. Wow!" Len laughed. I said "Still, it
was a productive show. Or reproductive." They both laughed. Len said,
"Would you really accept a gun competition challenge?" I said "Yes, but
there would be a big problem. I am so skilled, they probably wouldn't
believe I didn't use some special abilities. I would not miss. Center
bullseye every time, and with my eyes closed." Don said, "But wouldn't
you need to use a special ability to see the target then?" I said "No.
Once I see it, I know where it is. If it's not moving, I will always
know, even if I move, where it still is, even if I don't look. I know
precisely how my body moves, and I have a complete memory for that. In
my last life and in this one, I could do this before my psionics became
active, and after I lost them in my last life. In Viet Nam, I brought
all my people back alive from excursions. I could have had more silver
stars, but I asked that those things not be reported. Well, I was shy
then, too." Don said "Did you kill?" I said "In Viet Nam? No. I was in
the Air Force, doing classified things. We weren't supposed to engage
in combat, but the enemy didn't know that. I was very nearsighted, and
so didn't bother with a rifle. When my escort, Army Rangers, couldn't
handle it, I did it close quarters with ninja techniques. That's what
got them all er, excited about me at times, when I couldn't keep that
quiet. I see where you want to go. No. I don't want to relive that
violence. I hurt them." I had to wipe a tear. They were more sad about
making me sad, than I was, which I approved.
Rose ported in, and grabbed my arm, and said, "Hey Don. We're going
to do some fun stuff now." He looked really odd, which Len's almost
hysterical laughter didn't help a bit. We ported home, laughing
ourselves, but not louder than Hawk. Didn't stop us from having that
fun. Multiple times.
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