Stephen's Secure Blog #423
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 Winter of year 13 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #423 "CNN Nagindra"
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I decided for the January 1st love broadcast, to have aliens join me;
Splidnt and Ginging, which required a lot of squirting before, and
after. Well, some things never change. We didn't complain. I could see
that Don had noticed something, but he restrained himself, and didn't
ask. He said "Yale awarded you a law degree. Others offered. Why did
you chose them?" I said "They got the offer, or rather the offer of an
offer, in first. While we were on air, actually." He said "So that was
them. Have you passed the Bar?" I said "I did, but there was a little
problem. They said I got one of the answers wrong on the test." He said
"Oh no!" Then he laughed. He said "How hard was it to convince them you
were right?" I said "Very." He said "But you succeeded?" I said "I did,
and they are now in the process of reviewing the whole process, and I
expect them to make corrections, eventually. My problem with all this
is, well, which ambulance am I supposed to chase?" He laughed, and
said, "I don't know, but it might not be fun for the other side of any
case you work on." I said with a grin, "I hope." He laughed.
Don said "The Nagindra books. We know you wrote them now. They're
real?" I said "Yes they are real. It really happened, and there are
archeological works in progress which might offer some evidence of
that." He said "How did you discover what happened? Was it your looking
back into time?" I said "Actually, I discovered them by accident. Or
rather, where they had been. I was exploring the space around Allguard,
and found a VERY old derelict space ship. It's computer still worked.
Some of the information in it showed that some explorers had visited it
before I had. I traced them to their star empire and their home planet.
After examining all that, I traced their history back to Earth. When I
became able to see them in the past, I recorded what happened." He said
"Wow! Have you told them about it?" I said "I did, recently. They were
really surprised by that, but not nearly as much as by what I did to
them." He said "Oh! We have to hear that. When we come back." Off air,
I said, "You did that just to frustrate me, didn't you." He laughed
really hard. So did Len, in the control room.
Back on air, Don said, "What happened when you told the Nagindra
about their origins?" I said "That starts in a different than usual
way. Their government is NOT nice. I had planned to make no public
contact with them, until their children I had rescued and enrolled in
Zander's school, could graduate and return to help their people. But
they sent a fleet of warships looking for me, with the intent to take
over Earth and capture me. I see your reaction. Yes, it's funny that
they could even THINK they could do that, which they should have known
by how they found out about me and us. They had captured an Atlana
scout ship, and tortured the information out of the crew, which they
mostly couldn't believe. I sent a working image into their flagship,
when they were two light years away from us. Here is what happened when
we went to the conference room to talk." I played it from the moment
the Admiral asked that. Don said "Wow!" I said "But they didn't learn.
I'll tell you about that after the break." Off air, Don had to laugh at
my preempting his announcement.
Back from break, I said, "It seams their bosses didn't want to
believe I would or could do what I said. The fleet did return home, and
then left again, to try to invade the Confederation. I was watching for
that. I sent a projection in again, and told them some more things, and
did port them all into their government offices, and crushed their
ships, and being so many, and so expensive, that mostly crippled their
space navy. I put the crushed ships on their smaller moon, and there
were more than enough of them to enable me to spell out love and peace
with them, which I had also printed on their clothes before I had
ported them home. Rose reminded me to not leave that out of my telling
it." Don was chuckling. I said "Well, I didn't tell her I was going to
do the printing. She looked, and thought it was funny." He said "Are
you doing any more to change them?" I said "Contact with me, and what I
did, is causing some change. They are a work in progress. It will take
a while, but I expect some success in a few years. Then I'll give them
their history."
He said "Do they have Adepts?" I said "They do have Adepts, and I'm
working with some of them in secret. Setting up a school, mostly.
They're improving." Don said "So you saved the Earth again, from an
invasion." I said, "That was the easy part. Helping them to not want to
do that, is the hard part, and that will take years." Don said "We owe
you a lot." I said "Nobody owes me ANYTHING. They can't. I don't accept
any kind of personal payment for anything I do, and I absolutely do NOT
do it for that, or appreciation. I do what I do because, with who I am,
that's what I should do. You, all of you out there, can choose what you
do. You can choose to be brave in the face of danger. You can choose to
run away. Your choices are almost infinite. Not so mine. I must do what
my nature tells me to do, which has very little to do with my desires.
That's not entirely accurate, because there aren't words to describe
it. My desire is part of who I am, too. I can't desire not to do what I
do."
Don said "I think I know something of that. You are to save us from
what is impossible for us to save ourselves from, but you must not save
us from ourselves." I said "Wise thinking. You are correct. But not
completely. I save the human race, if possible, not necessarily all of
its people. I want to, though, but what I want is irrelevant to the
scheme of things. I want to see my children have children, or even just
to reach adulthood. I will not. I may lead to the Promised Land, often,
but not partake of it myself. That is my fate." I had tears. Don said,
with compassion, "I have to ask, do you know why?" I said "It's because
I become too strong. My presence would hold people back. That must not
happen. There was no place for Moses, or Daniel, in the Land of Israel,
just as there is no place for Stephen in the galaxy when his work is
done. Many times I have done what I was supposed to do, and then the
willing loyal tool is discarded, until is is needed again. This is my
last life, and my greatest. I really can't complain, and I'm not.
Wishes are just that, wishes. I accept who I am, because that's also
part of who I am. I apologize for becoming too emotional, and possibly
embarrassing some people. So, next subject?" Don said "After we come
back." He said off air, "I'm sorry." I said "Don't be. If I hadn't
wanted to say those things, I wouldn't have. Not exactly. It's too
complicated. I didn't oppose saying them, because it didn't interfere
with any of my plans. I don't care about secrets, beyond that."
Back from break, Don said, "A change of pace. Crop Circles. Are they
real?" I said "I've seen them, so of course they are real." He said
"That's not what I meant. Are they made by humans, or alien, or other
strange things we don't know about?" I said "People have claimed that
they have made them, and have actually done it in daylight to show
that." He said "But some say that doesn't explain all of them." I said
"That's because they don't want to believe that people made all of
them, but what they want to believe, and what is true, is very seldom
the same. In fact, in psychology, and generally in science, we EXPECT
that what people believe without prof, to be untrue. And there is no
scientific proof that any cause but man is involved." Don went on the
attack with, "I know you well enough to know you are concealing
something about that." I said "Alright, I'll give you something. Crop
circles have been known and observed as long as mankind has had crops."
He said "That's good to know, but how does that fit in with knowing
the source of them?" I said "That's not MY problem." He said "Some
people have experienced strange affects in them." I said "And if they
had expected to become more intelligent in them, they would have felt
they had. Tests would show otherwise. It's called the placebo effect."
He said "So it's all in their minds?" I said "In some way, everything
is all in our minds. But there ARE some detectable effects, caused by
the change in life patterns by the shapes of the disturbed crops, which
some sensitive people might feel, because life has some effect on
energy currents, and even a tiny amount on magnetism." He said "That
still doesn't explain who makes them." I said "Well, don't tell that to
the people who make them. Good, and sometimes great art. They wouldn't
appreciate their work being assigned to other causes. Alright. I'll
tell you this. I have never seen a crop circle being made by other than
human beings, and I've never heard of a crop circle being in a place
that didn't have people nearby."
Don said "In or last show, you mentioned something about the Bermuda
Triangle. Can you explain that?" I said "The Bermuda Triangle, which is
mostly in the Caribbean, is known for strange happenings, and
disappearing ships and aircraft. A lot of that is coincidental, and
over sensationalized, but there is a cause for some of it. Methane gas
is seeping out of the ocean floor, with the ice of it melting.
Sometimes that comes up in massive amounts of bubbles, like in a soft
drink after you pour it into a glass, but much more. A boat or ship
that gets caught in that, will sink, due to loss of buoyancy, because
the water becomes so much less dense, the boat weighs more than the
equal volume of that bubbly water, and drops almost like a stone. The
gas can also effect airplane engines, and at night, can even effect the
instruments. There are magnetic anomalies, too, which can also effect
the instruments. Those conditions are rare, and intermittent and
unpredictable." He said "So it's not some kind of inter-dimensional
gateway causing it." I grinned, and said, "I didn't say that. Ohboy,
that sure got your attention!" He had to laugh. I said "It's true that
there are many dimensions, and that at some times they are close enough
to influence some things in our dimension, and it's also true that it
happens more in some places on Earth than others, but those things are
very rare, and of very short duration, and we can't do anything about
them. The odds of anybody having a significant occurrence with anything
like that, are many billions to one, and even then, it can't be proved
that it wasn't caused by something else." He said "Have you ever had
such an experience?" I said "I've never had such in experience in all
my lives, that I believed without a reasonable doubt, was caused by a
so called dimensional rift. Does sound intriguing, though."
Don said "Have you explored other dimensions?" I said "Yes." He said
in surprise, "You HAVE?" I said "Sure. I've explored other dimensions.
So have you, even if you don't remember." He said "This I've got to
hear. Please explain." I said "Our souls or spirits exist partially in
this dimension our bodies are in, and partly in another dimension,
where it goes fully to when we die. That dimension is divided up into
different parts, with different properties in them, and those are
connected to many other dimensions. Sometimes when you dream, part of
your spirit wanders in some of those very odd places, and experience
things, which you might not remember fully when you wake up. I have
explored those places while awake and conscious, possibly more than
anybody has ever done. And yes, that's where God is, and Heaven and
Hell, too. But not exactly. There just aren't words to describe what we
can't perceive and understand while we are awake and in this dimension.
This is a good place to say wow if you want to." He laughed, and said
"Just for that, I won't. Let's go to break."
Back from break, I said, "Would you like proof that the spirit
dimension exists?" He said "Absolutely! How would you do that?" I said
"What do you see over my hand?" He said said, "I see a softball sized
sphere of light, floating about an inch over the palm of your hand." I
said "Control room! Can it be seen through cameras?" Len said in the
air, "No, it can't. I can see it through the window, but not on our
equipment." I said "And it's not an illusion. It actually is psionic
energy, and you are seeing it with your mind, and not your eyes. I'm
going to move the ball around after you close your eyes, and then I'm
going to ask you to point to it. Ready? Close." He nodded and did. I
moved the globe. I said, "Control room, confirm that it has moved." Len
said "It has." I said "Don, relax, and don't think about where the ball
is. You don't have to. When I say point, just do it like a reflex.
Point!" I said "Open your eyes." He did, and said "Wow! It's right
where I pointed."
I said "Control room. Comment!" Len said "Don is correct." I said
"You can relax now. The energy you see, exists only in the other
dimension, which is why the camera can't see it. But you can see it,
and we proved you aren't using your eyes to do that. When your psionic
senses are more sensitive, you would be able to see my aura, and even
more sensitive, my internal energy centers. With talent and training,
one can learn to manipulate and convert this energy into other forms
which can exist in this dimension, such as electricity and light.
Control room. Is the ball visible to cameras now?" Len said "It is." I
said "That's because I converted some of its energy to light. This is
one of the ways Adepts can keep from stumbling around in the dark. No
night-lights needed." Don said "We're out of time. Stephen, thank you
very much for this very informative discussion!" I said "It was good
showing you the light, er, over my hand." He chuckled. Len said "Off
air!"
Don said "Your love broadcast. I sensed something." I said "I sure
hope so. But, you can keep that to yourself." He said "Alright. Are the
Nagindra that bad?" I said "Like the Confed was, but much worse. More
advanced in science than the Confed and GC, some of which they learned
from the derelict. But while the Confed's military was out of control,
and their civilian government reasonable, the Nagindra are opposite,
and worse. They rule by murder, and hold slaves of other intelligent
species. All that is being er, fixed. One way I'm doing that, my people
still have trouble believing I could even think of it, much less
actually do it, and don't ask on air. Actually, it came from an idea
Hawk had. DEFINITELY not appropriate, even for pay per view. One more
thing. They KILL children who might become Adepts. Well, just last
week, that policy was changed, but I don't know when it will be
effective. Yes, I had some influence with that, but indirectly. The
smarter ones think I'm rescuing them, and they are partially correct.
Rose is doing most of it. She insisted." Len, who had come into the
room, said "Good!"
Don said "But how did they identify those children?" I said "They
used telepathic Adepts of the Dark, to find and kill them. That didn't
work all that well, soon after I discovered that. There are no Adepts
of that kind, now. No, we didn't kill them, just took away their
psionics, and did a few other things to make them easily recognizable
and avoided." Len said "Please tell us." I said "You won't trust me
when tell you that you will regret knowing?" Don said, "But not
something else. I had to make sure they couldn't blame anybody for
that, or there would have been wholesale murder. Do you understand
that, so far?" They did. I said "I will show you in an illusion only
you two can see. Please don't tell anybody what was done. I had to do
it myself. I wouldn't let anybody even try. I didn't want them to have
live with that. I used my targets' own victims, but created new for the
occasion. Ready?" I showed them. When it was done, they felt really
sick with horror. I said "It didn't end there. What was on their faces
bleached the skin in blotches, and smelled awful, and that was
permanent. Those secret police Adepts are no longer Adepts, or secret.
Well, nobody can stand to be near them. I see a question. No, they
couldn't. I had to er, enhance that ability in my er, agents. We don't
need to invite their firemen to help us out without hoses." They choked
a little. Len said, "Wow! They sure couldn't find anybody living to
blame for THAT! Great idea, but it cost you a lot. I don't doubt you
had to make yourself do it. They killed children!" They both hugged me.
I thanked them, and ported home.
Rose said, "Plugging me again." Hawk laughed his head almost off his
shoulders. Rose started laughing, too, even while she was severely
poking him, and I was suggesting where she should aim for next. I said
"Next time you want to comment on my advertising your good actions, you
might want to choose another phrase for that." She grabbed me, and
said, "Maybe not." What she grabbed grew bigger, and we did what she
had first said.
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