Stephen's Secure Blog #425
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 23 in this story, in Spring of year 13 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #425 "CNN Chad and Angels"
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A lot of us worked on the advanced solar cell project to get it up
and running, but there was a problem. It was too efficient. It absorbed
infrared light so much, it made everything cold. So we decided on a
coating for it, which was actually part of the plastic the cells were
imbedded in, that blocked all the infrared but the near, which didn't
have much heat. Then we had a second product that was specific for heat
infrared absorption. Both products averaged about 95% efficiency, with
an effective life of about 75 years. Chad's name, and mine, were on the
patents.
For the April 1st love broadcast, I chose to have with me the Senior
Adepts of the Nagindra Empire school kids. I wanted them to have the
experience of sharing their love, so they could do it on their own
planets if they wanted to. When I told them that, they had some tears
or equivalent. And we had to have a private pool party before it, and
after. We shared a lot of love.
Don said in the interview, "I have to say that this love broadcast
was really different. A lot more people, and they were very motivated!"
I grinned, and said, "Enthusiastic, yes. They had no idea they would be
asked, and were a little emotional about it." He said "I have no
problem believing that!" I said "Good." He said "A lot has happened
since your last broadcast. People are becoming serious about saving the
Earth. The major religions are almost insisting on it. Were you
surprised at it?" I said "I don't think that way. It happened. It's
good that the religions can make themselves useful and constructive,
and lead well. Will governments? We'll just have to see." He said "You
have new patents. Solar cells. High efficiency and long lasting. A real
breakthrough." I said "I had been working on that for years, but there
were a lot of problems, and setting up for manufacturing was a real
problem. Chad helped with that. He's a brilliant chemical engineer. He
really pushed me to get it all done faster than I had planned for. We
have a pilot plant going now, and the products should be coming on the
market soon." He said "Will you license the patents?" I said "These new
patents, just like my last ones, will have nominal license fees, to
establish the contract that all improvements should be licensed for
free. We want to remove all obstacles for all to benefit from this
technology as much as possible. Rich companies on a scorched Earth are
not a goal we would support." He said "For all of us, I thank you." I
said "And Chad. He really pushed for this." He said "Yes, and Chad. You
two have a close relationship."
I said "You could say we have a close relationship. I owe him my
life, and more than once. I first met him in my previous life in summer
camp, and I was opposed to the idea at first. His cabin developed a
leak in its roof. Some of the campers in it had to come to my cabin.
There weren't enough beds, or space for more. We were the smallest of
the campers, and so had to share a bed. I was a light sleeper, and
thought I wouldn't be able to sleep. That turned out to be true, in a
way I never expected. Want to hear about it?" He said "Absolutely!" I
an Adept then, and he was ten, and timid, except when he was singing,
in which he was terrific. Well, that first night of the leak, we were
in the same bed. I told you about my other size problem I had?" He said
gigantic part of me that really kept me and my girlfriend apart in slow
dancing." He laughed hard. I said "Hey, it wasn't funny. Frustrating,
actually. Well, Chad went to sleep first. Holding onto me. Yes, that
particular part of me. I was afraid to wake him up to tell him about
it. So it was that way almost all night. Yes, he kept me up, in more
than one way. One of the strangest nights I ever had in all my lives.
Oh, and it didn't feel that bad, either." He laughed. I said "Neither
of us turned out to be gay. For him, his subconscious might have
thought it was a bedpost, or something like it. I don't know how the
throbbing influenced his dreams, though. I never asked him about it."
He laughed some more. We went to break. Off air, he said, "That was
funny. Got more about him?" I said "Sure do. Some I can even tell in
public." He laughed. I said "Most not, though." He laughed some more.
Back on air, Don said, "How did Chad save your life?" I said "First,
I should tell you about other lives he helped save. We were involved in
some strange things. Well, when I find children in danger, I HAVE to
help them, and that has been a part of me through many incarnations. He
and I saved a boy who was held captive as a sex slave, and was about to
be killed. We saved Dan, after he had been beaten almost to death. Chad
was with me on that rescue. When I escaped from the Van station, and
had brain damage, he helped care for me until I recovered, and got my
memory back. Later, he and I married our wives in the same ceremony,
and lived in the same house together. When my wife died in a car crash,
he and Wanda, his wife, helped to take care of me and my young son,
when I went to pieces over that. After I joined the military, they
cared for my son while I was stationed out of the country. In this
life, he cared for me, his great grandson, when I was dying, and had
nobody else except Tomba at the Temple. They helped me to live, and
tutored me when I woke up, so I could go to school. Two years later,
when I was twelve and an Adept, and remembered my past life with him,
and had just learned I could sing, his wife Wanda died. I went to be
with him, and together we sang for her, and from the other side, she
touched us! She wanted to us know she heard us. Chad felt much better
after that. When I became public to the world, and told him I wanted to
use music to help earn money for my charity and publicize my task to
free Tibet, he really cried. My inability to sing, and disinterest in
music in my last life, was the only thing he hadn't liked about me. He
absolutely loves it, that I'm good at music now. So, I think you can
see now that we are close, and something of why."
He said "I think we do now. What an amazing story!" I said "Yes, in
how much of that there is, but I think individually, it's not all that
amazing. Other people have their amazing experiences, too, who hardly
ever get to share them with the world. Mine are not better or more
amazing their theirs. Just more noticed now." He said "I understand.
You have to be fair." I said "And embarrassed." He chuckled.
Don said "Are angels real?" I said "The baseball team, yes." He said
"I didn't mean them. I meant what is said in the Bible about them." I
said "I don't think they had baseball then." He cleared his throat. I
said "Oh, alright. You mean angels as messengers of God, and things
like that. Also in the Koran, too, and in other religious writings. The
problem with all that, is what is written of angels, and not angels
that acted just like angels, is very inconsistent and contradictory.
How can we say what is real, when we don't have a clear definition? But
yes, some of the beings that caused that label to be used, were real.
And not. It's complicated. Of those that were written of, some were
aliens. Some were Adepts. Some were just holy people. Some were
illusions. Some were drunken or drug induced hallucinations. Some were
the inhabitants of dreams. And some were literary contrivances. Yes,
made up. With specific instances, I can try to be more specific.
Angelic, even." He chuckled. He said "But as messengers of God?" I said
"What am I, chopped liver?" He said "Oh! Let's go to break." Off air, I
could hear Len laughing very hard. Don said, "I really stepped into
that one." I said with a grin, "Absolutely! I can fly, too. Don't need
wings, though. And that's good. They tickle." He laughed.
Back from break, I said, "I've been asked if I was an angel. I was 13
in this life, and had just learned about and visited my former rescue
and foster brother Dan, who had Alzheimer's. I was very sad, and walked
the streets of DC for a few days, meditating. I was attacked a lot,
mostly at night. I ignored it all, behind my personal shield. Until a
gang came at me with guns. I ported away all their bullets to protect
bystanders, and their other methods of attack just bounced off. A
police officer saw part of that, and stopped and questioned me. Here is
that, projected." I did that at the usual wall, and said when I gave
him my love. Don said "Thank you for sharing that with us." I said
"When I'm sad, it's the goodness in people that brings me back. Sharing
love is just that, sharing. It doesn't go only in one direction. Then,
I needed that reminder. Now that I'm out in the open, I am constantly
reminded of that, by the people I serve, which is everybody. It's not a
bad feeling at all." Don said "Let's go to break." Off air, he said,
"Wow!" I said "I agree. I have to admit, I've had some interesting
experiences. Like in my last life, the first time I really showed my
strength in public. A recording of that went around the school like a
virus, seriously embarrassing me." He said "Please." I nodded.
Back on air, "Stephen said something during the break about in
last life, and not an Adept. I, and a friend, were visiting a
manufacturing plant. There was an accident. I'll show it, but change
the faces and names." I did that, to when we were were back in the
office and I said I had some degrees. When it was over, Don said "Wow!
Like the Incredible Hulk!" I said "That was before those comics. But I
did hear a girl say that about me to a boy named Stan, who looked
thoughtful after that. Coincidence, maybe." He looked really strangely
said with a grin, "Correct." He had to laugh.
Back on air, I said "I was sometimes compared to comic book
superheroes, but they aren't real, and I very quickly found that out,
and fortunately lived to find out more." Don said, full of curiosity,
"Please tell us." I said "Well, in my last life, the first time I ran
at super-speed to an emergency, I discovered that while it could be
done, physics is NOT your friend. You hit anything, you die. Your
clothes do NOT like that kind of wind. Bugs REALLY hurt. Wearing a cape
would be asking to have a broken neck, if your head wasn't ripped clean
off your shoulders. And you can't SEE. After I arrived at my
destination, my eyes were watering so much from the wind, I couldn't
see anything. And that was with my glasses on. If I had turned my head
in that run, they would have been ripped of my face. At that speed, you
can't dodge anything, even if you can react in time. Physics won't let
you. And then there is stopping. You don't do that VERY carefully after
a run, you will break your ankles clean off your legs. I do have to
say, my girlfriend who saw me do it at camp, when I got back to her,
told me how hot it made her. We were sitting on a hill then. We decided
I shouldn't stand up for a while, which she thought was funny. Well,
what I was thinking about, was VERY noticeable." He had already started
laughing, and laughed harder after I finished. I projected a picture,
and said, "Here I am then, on the hill. The girl is Debbie, my future
wife in that life. Yes, she knew about my size problem. I thought she
was about to drown in the pool when she first saw it. Well, she stayed
down so long!" He laughed harder. I said "I pulled her up, but not all
the way. She wouldn't let go of it, and I wasn't in any hurry for that
to happen, either." He went almost hysterical with laughter.
Don said, "I'm sorry, but we're out of time. Thank you Stephen, for
announced, "Off air!" I said "I had an awful time stuffing it back into
my speedos before the pool party was over." He and Len laughed very
loudly. I said "And I wasn't the only one. I'm sure there were a lot
more swimmers in the pool after we all got out, than before the party."
They laughed again. I said "No, I didn't contribute. Not then, anyway."
More laughter. I said "Well, I had to keep it empty, or I could never
go outside." More and louder laughter. I said "When my cabin mates
found out about it, they considered it to be useful in playing
baseball." Exhausted laughter. I said "After you workout some, and get
into better shape, I can tell you more funny stuff. You don't want to
strain anything." After some chuckling, Len said, "Probably your most
entertaining show." I said "But not helpful. No important questions."
Don said "But when you get going, it's just too interesting to stop
you." I said "Well, I sure don't want to bore myself. Chad is going to
be very disappointed I didn't say something really outrageous and cause
angry messages and phone calls. He loves it when I do that. As for
Hawk, he's in good shape, and hasn't stopped laughing yet. I just
caused him to extend that." They chuckled. I hugged them with love, and
ported home.
Rose said "Trying to make me jealous?" I said "Nope. I know it's not
possible." She said "I want to see." We spent the whole night watching
my projections of my times with Debby, and other parts of my past
childhood. And screwing in the right places.
The next day at music recording, Chad said, "Trying to embarrass me?"
I said like I was innocent, "I didn't know that was possible!" He
laughed and said, "Actually, I have to agree. You did make some of it
entertaining, when you weren't being downright reverential. I can't
really complain. I'm sorry your monster caused you problems, but it
sure didn't cause ME any. Well, except for a slightly sprained jaw a
few times. Well worth it, though. A bedpost!" He poked me, and we
laughed.
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