Stephen's Secure Blog #419
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 22 in this story, in Summer of year 12 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #419 "Conservatives Cubed"
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The media absolutely loved me for my positive comments about them.
Some Conservatives said I said that just for that reason. They were
asked a lot, "If that's so, please tell us what he said that was
wrong." They couldn't, and the media played that up in a big way. I
released a statement, saying, "Conservatives seem to be attacking
people they disagree with, without regard to if what they use to attack
is related in any way to reality. All they care about is the attack,
and not the honest and ethical requirement of truth that the principles
which Conservatives represent, demand. Hypocrisy on a grand scale. It's
blatantly obvious that they know they are wrong, and are defending
wrongness, or they wouldn't be resorting to such excesses of dishonesty
to disguise and try to hide that fact. And take note of the loud and
mean tempered anger with which they express themselves. That's often
used by people who are trying to avoid realizing that they're wrong,
and failing. They have anchored themselves to thoughts, attitudes, and
positions, that have very little to do with reality, and treat that
with more religious fervor than they do their own religions, and then
try to manipulate reality to make it fit their obsessive desires, with
every dishonest tactic they can devise, in the hope that others will be
gullible enough to believe them against their own best interests.
Unfortunately, some people do. Why do they use dishonest tactics?
Because no other tactics will work, to go against reality. If an
individual lived his life the way Conservatives promulgate and defend
their positions, he would be judged by a psychologist to be in serous
need of therapy, verging on being involuntarily committed. Diagnosis;
paranoia, with delusions of grandeur and NPD, and severe dissociation.
Another symptom they have, which acts as a verification of that
diagnosis, is that they assume those they oppose and attack, are the
same as they are, and have the same selfish motivations, lack of
ethics, and mental disturbances, which they loudly and falsely try to
tell the world about. I would like to feel sorry for them, but for the
fact that they are severely damaging our society and country."
The media went wild with that, and some Conservatives were
practically frothing at the mouth in angry denial. I issued another
statement, saying, "It's slightly interesting that the very kind of
people I described, and their abusive and dishonest tactics, are doing
more of those bad things I said they do, and louder, because I have
said it. I think that's very nice of them to illustrate and prove what
I said, so well. I offer my thanks for their support. I suspect they
might not love me for that, though." The media played that up with a
gusto, even Fox, which surprised a lot of people.
Then I released another statement, saying, "I am being accused of
attacking the people who attacked me. I wonder if they realize that if
I had really attacked them, the way they are trying to attack me, I
would have exposed from their private lives all the bad things they
have ever done, with proof. We all know they would do that to me in
less than a heartbeat, assuming they have hearts, if they could, and
they would know that I wouldn't, because I actually have ethics, that
they so sorely lack. What I AM doing is exposing their tactics, their
motivations, and their attitudes, which anybody can see for themselves
if they have the time to look at all they express and do. Ironically,
they are causing it themselves. If they really don't want me to do what
I've been doing about them, all they have to do is act with honesty and
real ethics. They who profess to believe in Jesus as their Lord and
savior, are NOT acting as if they believe anywhere near that. Would
Jesus approve of their lies, distortions, manipulations, personal
attacks, and severely uncharitable goals? Absolutely NOT! They would
say by what right do I have to say that? I could tell them that I knew
Jesus, and died for his truths. But I don't need to. My right to say
that, is the same as it is for everybody else. The right to expose and
denounce hypocrisy wherever we find it, is a basic right for all, and a
moral duty, which I am fulfilling in support of my fellow Americans."
That had some interesting reviews, and caused most of my opponents to
discover that silence was their best tactic. The Media pointed that
out, and reminded people that I have more of a basis in religion than
any of my opponents, and that I actually live and practice what I
preach, which my opponents had forgotten in their anger. It didn't hurt
that some psychologists publicly agreed with my diagnosis. Some of my
opponents actually apologized to me in public, which I accepted. My own
people loved what I said, and were disappointed when it was over, which
we all thought was funny.
Sharon and I did what we said we would do. No scientist could
discover how the light cubes worked, or that what it did could cause
any damage to any person or thing. In effect, it was a government
certification of safety. We had a grand unveiling of the big block,
which was actually me porting it into place near the Mall entrance to
the National Air and Space Museum. Then I described what it was, and
what the lettering on it meant, and why it was significant because its
duplicate was on a very important planet, and would soon be on another.
Then I said, "Smithsonian gift stores will be selling miniatures of
this, made of different materials. The prices will range from very
Well, I'm not a salesman." More chuckles.
I said "Half of the sales price goes to support the Smithsonian, and
the other half goes to my charity. For your information, that's the
same kind of arrangement I have with all my offplanet museum sales. One
more thing. When you touch my name on this big one, you will feel my
love. Now what it does, and how it operates. Only the museum and
National Parks staff have been told how to turn it on and off. Once
it's on, the light display will change randomly every hour, adjusting
to light levels around it. Well, we don't want to have it too bright at
night. To change the light display manually, any two sides must be
touched at the same time by two different people. Bare skin is
required. Hopefully hands. Noses will work, too, I suppose. Who knows
what else?" Some groans and laughter. I said "How it's turned on, and
how it's turned off, is different from the miniatures. I'll turn it on
now, remotely." I did, and there were some oos and ahhs. I said "One
more thing. The inset crystal words are lit at night. Dusk is really
the best time to view the Cube Light sculpture. Well, I think so. Any
questions?"
One said "Can you show us one of your miniatures?" I ported one to my
hand, made of amethyst, with an instruction sheet, and passed it to
him, and said, "Please pass it around. The operating instructions are
different for the miniatures." One said "Is it safe? What if you put
your eye in the light?" I said "I'm disappointed that you might even
think I would let anything not absolutely safe onto the market. The
only way you can get hurt with it, is if you drop it on your toe, or
other physical abuse. The light can't harm you at all, no matter what
you do with it. The cubes have been exhaustively tested by lots of
scientists, including those of the government. Yes, I think some
actually did get exhausted." Laughter. I said "Well, they couldn't find
any mechanism that caused the light, or how that actually worked, even
when completely smashed, anymore than they could understand how people
can feel my love and be healed. I mean when the cubes were smashed. I
didn't mean to imply the scientists were drinking." A lot of loud
laughter.
One said "Would you recommend these for an infant's room?" I
surprised everybody, I think, when I said, "No, I don't. It will
capture their attention, and that's good, but it's better they be
supplied with physical objects they can use to learn about cause and
effect, and eye focus and tracking. For instance, a mobile over the
crib reacts with air movement, and touching and shaking. Adding sound
effects to that is even better. That's much more appropriate for infant
development." She said with respect, "I understand! Thank you very
much!" I bowed to her, and said, "You're welcome." I said "And if a two
year old gets hold of the cube, you want to be wearing very sturdy
shoes." Knowing smiles, nods, and laughter. I said "And shin guards."
More laughter. One said, "Will you be making available other large
sculptures with similar effects, and miniatures?" I said "I don't know.
I might if there is demand, and government and legal issues are
resolved. It isn't really fair that the people of other planets can
have more of my art than my very own people. Thank you all for stopping
by. Please support the Smithsonian, YOUR National Museum!" I blessed
them with love, and ported away. They sold a lot of cubes, which I
replaced right away.
A week later, a woman claimed her cube caused her to have strange
fits. I investigated, and found she believed it, but it was
inconsistently psychosomatic. CNN invited her to one of their shows.
She brought her cube. She showed that when it was near her, she had
convulsive body movements. She said she was going to sue me. AC, the
anchor, who's show was in DC at the time, said, "It does that to you
even when it isn't turned on?" She said "Yes it does, and you all saw
it." He said "What if you put your purse between it and you?" She said
"It still does it." She demonstrated. AC said, "Did it happen as soon
as you bought it?" She said "No, it started in Church." He said "Why
was it in Church with you?" She said "I brought to to show my
Minister." He said "Tell me, did it start happening right after he
handled it, and said something about it?" She looked surprised, and
said, "Yes! How did you know?" He said "We'll get back to that in a
minute."
He took from under the desk another cube, and said, "I have another
cube here. I'm going to push it to you. Tell me if it causes you the
same reaction." He did that, and she reacted. He nodded, and said,
"Stephen didn't make this one. It's a perfectly ordinary cut and
polished rock that we bought at a gift shore. Note the slightly
different size. Stephen's are all exactly the same size." She stared,
open mouthed at it. AC said. "When you walked into the studio, you were
carrying your purse with the cube in it, touching your body, which was
much closer than Stephen's cube was to you here when you reacted badly
to it, and you didn't react at all while you were carrying it. And you
didn't react while you were holding it when you took it out of your
purse to put it on the table. Tell me, what did your minister say to
you, when he had the cube?" She said "He said it was of the Devil, and
that it would hurt me if I got too close to it." He said "It's made by
the same person who gives his love and God's healing to the world.
Would he really be the Devil?" She said "Really?" He said "Yes,
really."
I had been restraining the Minister, who was sitting off camera in
the studio. She got up, and took her purse with her, and yelled at him,
"You lying mother fucking bastard! You made me believe the living Saint
is the Devil!" While she was saying that, she was beating him with her
purse, swinging it wildly at him. I ported into the studio, and stepped
between them, and said, "Please, Ma'am, that language, while well
deserved, is inappropriate for television." She put her free hand over
her mouth in surprise and shame. I said, like a conspirator, "Do you
think he was jealous?" She nodded, and said, "I think you're right,
sir." The Minister in question yelled all kinds of bad things. I said
to her, "I think he's really proving us right, to the whole country."
She grinned, and said, "I think he is." I said, opening my arms, "You
believed you were doing the right thing. You didn't know he was
manipulating you. Will you accept my love?" She nodded, in an awestruck
way, and came into my hug, where I gave her all my love. I helped her
to sit down
When she could, she said, "You really are HIM!" I said "I'm Stephen.
You recognized my love, from the quarterly broadcast. Do you think your
Minister will accept my love?" She said "He doesn't deserve it." I said
"All people deserve it, no matter how great their sins, but they can
choose not to accept it." I turned to the minister, with my arms open,
and he ran out of the studio. I said "That's never happened before. I'm
sorry, but the members of his Church might think he's the Devil now,
for that. I don't think he is, but being afraid of love, well, that's
VERY unusual. I hope he feels better, soon. Ma'am, if you don't want
the cube anymore, I can give you what you paid for it, if you would
leave it here." She went and picked it up, and said, "I'm fine now. No
thank you, I want to keep it." I said "Would you like me to sign it for
you?" She said, "Oh would you? That would be wonderful!" I rubbed my
hand across a face of the cube, and there was my name, dedicating it to
her name with love, incised into it, and filled with gold. I handed it
to her, and she said, "Wow!" I said "I often feel like that, myself."
She said "I don't know how to thank you enough!" I said "You already
have, by being who you are; a good and just person. But if you want to
do more, help other people in need. I would love that the most, better
than any possible thank you or gift." She was speechless with her
tears. I bowed, and said, "Farewell." I ported away.
I ported a camera in a retail box, with a memory card with the
recording of what had happened, to AC's desk, with a note. His producer
told him about it in his earpiece. AC told the woman what it was, and
gave it to her, and a production assistant escorted her out of the
studio. AC said a few things about the incident that were guaranteed to
give the far Right fits, and then went on with his show. After it was
over, I ported back, and said to him, "Well done!" He grinned, and
said, "Your coaching helped. The Minister was unusually peaceful during
her er, testimony. Your doing?" I said "If I sprouted angel wings,
would you think me less guilty of that?" He laughed, and said, "No." I
said, crestfallen, "Oh. Well, he would have caused a serious
disruption." He said "I can imagine! Thanks. Putting it on the
internet?" I said "Rose did it already. She's FAST!" He laughed. I
bowed, and said farewell, and ported home.
Rose said "So I'm fast." I said "And a lot of other great things,
which I want those we work with, to know." She nodded, and said,
"Preparing the way." Hawk said "He never stops." Chad said "Right. That
situation couldn't have been better for us. Any idiot could see the
cube wasn't really causing her reactions." I said "If she had been more
intelligent, her unconscious might have managed it better, but then she
probably wouldn't have been so easily influenced by her Minister." Rose
said, "Her mother fucking Minister." I said "Yeah, that one." We
laughed. And then we acted like that Minister was called, for real, and
it was a whole lot of fun!
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