Stephen's Secure Blog #427
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 Summer of year 13 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #427 "CNN Victoria and The Light"
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Sol is talking up a storm in three languages, and knows the
differences between them, and has already invented his own math. Kam is
talking, too, and drawing on everything. I'm trying to get her to use
paper and poster board, so we can save her work. Wall art will have to
reside in recordings. Our school students are fascinated by our kids,
and love to play with them, which they like. They are all learning from
that. For the July 4th love broadcast, I chose just Hawk to be with me.
I said "There were some people and experiments I had to get out of the
way first, for CNN discussions, before I could start following my
heart." He had some tears.
On the CNN interview show, Don said, "I recognized the person who was
with you in your love broadcast. His love and reverence for you showed,
and was very intense." I said "And embarrassing, too. I'll probably
have more than one at a time with me in the future, to er, dilute that
a little. I have an announcement to make. Tibet is a success, and is
now financially stable." He said "That is good news!" I said "We all
hope it continues to prosper. However, donations are still requested
for the repair of Monasteries and Temples, which do not receive
government assistance, which is proper for a secular government. In a
few years, Tibet will not only not need that, but will be in turn
donating to charities itself." Don said "That's great news. To what do
you attribute that success, and so fast?" I said "I was told it was the
education program I set up with my methods and technology, that has
stabilized the economy, and spurred it's growth, but I think that was
only just a part. It's mostly due to the people of Tibet; their
industriousness, clarity of vision, and good hearts." He nodded, and
said, "We've seen the demand for your graduates, which are considered
the best in the world now." I said "I think you know I didn't just do
it for Tibet." He said "Yes. They will make a significant difference
for the better in the world." I said "And not just with what they know,
but with who they are. I value that just as much." He said "I know you
do, and thank you."
Don said "An Oscar for your score for Nagindra part 1. I don't think
any of us were surprised." I said "I didn't do it for awards, but to do
my best. I think we should all do our best in all our efforts. Why do
something you will be less than proud of, when you know you can do
better? Many times you can only do it once for each thing, and that
opportunity is then wasted, when you do less than your best. If there
IS a next time, well, then you have motivation to be even better. You
might not be, but you will still feel good about yourself for the
effort. Often, doing your best the first time, will save you much time
and effort, when otherwise you might have to go back and improve what
you did, or do it all over. Yes, doing your best could take longer and
cost more at the time, but that can save time and money, when you don't
have to fix it." Don said "Words to live by. Let's go to break." We
were silent while he was thinking about that I had just said.
Back on air, Don said, "I was thinking about what you just said,
about always doing your best. I see you did that, and really do that
all the time. In much of that you've done that we know of, if you
hadn't done the best when you did, there could have been true
disasters." I said "Yes, and I learned that in my first life, and I've
been trying to make up for that ever since, even though I didn't
remember why. My boss told me that what happened wasn't my fault, and
that I did what I was sent to do, and well, but part of me still hasn't
accepted that." I wiped my tears, and said, "Next subject."
Don said "Are zombies real?" I said "Yes, zombies are real, as
originally described, and in other ways. But absolutely not as rotten
flesh eating corpses that are in some absolutely disgusting movies. I
don't know how anybody can watch them, and even EAT things while they
do that!" He laughed, and said, "I really didn't expect that. Please
tell us about the real ones." I said "What looks like the walking dead,
is caused by drugs and brain damage, sometimes involving a curse and
premature burial. You can look that up on the internet. Sufferers of
cerebral palsy, and some psychiatric disorders, such as partial
catatonia, can look like that. I had a friend with that condition in my
last life. She could hardly move. She was an Adept and a full telepath,
which is the rarest of the psionic talents. I didn't know that when I
first met her at my school. She barely moved, even just to blink. She
never talked. But she really did move when a pen and paper were in
front of her. Then she wrote wonderful fantasy stories, and drew
pictures of people and places she had never seen, but were real, and
she did that without ever looking at what she was doing. She drew a
picture of me before she ever met me. Yes, she could see some of the
future. I found out why she was like that, in a way that absolutely
totally surprised me. If you want, I'll tell you about that, one of the
most important events in all my lives." Don said "Yes, please! After
the break." Off air, I said, "I LET you have that." He laughed, and
said, "I know, and appreciate it." I said "You'd better!" He laughed.
Back on air, he announced, "Stephen was going to tell us about one of
the most important events in his lives, which involved a friend who was
suffering from catatonia." I said "Her name was Victoria, and she was
17, and I was eleven. I had come back from camp, and had just started
school again, when I discovered there were two new students. One was
Chad! We both didn't know he was coming to my school, when we last saw
each other, so that was quite a surprise. We made something of a
commotion then." Don chuckled, and said, "I can imagine." I said "One
day I noticed there were some colored lights around Victoria's head. I
found that other people couldn't see them, and I didn't see them around
anybody else's head. That told me it was real, but special to her. One
day while I was looking at her pictures, being the only other artist at
the school, my hand accidentally touched hers. There was a kind of a
shock from that, that made me jump. She slowly turned her head a little
toward me, and tried to smile. Being a super genius presented with a
mystery, I just HAD to investigate it. I sat with her and held her
hand, and she talked inside my head! To say I was surprised, is like
saying a leopard has one spot. Ha! I see your expression. Yes, I just
made up that saying. Stop causing me to interrupt myself." He laughed.
I said "Over the course of a few weeks, where we would often sit that
way, she told me why she was like that, and other things. Her condition
was brought about through a combination of very bad happenings. The
government was after her to get her to work for them as a spy, after
they would experiment on her. Her parents tried to protect her, and
they were all on the run. During a car chase, her parents were killed
while she was in their minds. I know from personal experience now, how
totally devastating that can be. She was in mental shock, a kind of
suspension of thought. Her body followed that lead, and became stiff.
Over a few months, she eventually healed, but then decided to keep her
withdrawal from the world going, as an escape from the government, and
used fantasy to stop thinking about what had happened. She was waiting
to die. She could have done that at any time by thought alone, being an
Adept, but she was waiting for ME. Yes, another really big surprise.
She and others had premonitions about me, and that she would be needed
to awaken my psionic abilities earlier than usual, for some important
purpose I was going to be involved in. She was doing just that, which
was why I could see her much bigger than usual aura before I could see
the auras of other people."
I said "She aligned my chakras, and my Third Eye fully opened. You
can google those things if you want to learn about them. I became a
basic Adept. Then she stopped communicating with me, after telling me
that she loved me and had helped me as much as she could, and now she
needed to be left alone in her happy fantasy life. I REALLY didn't want
to stop talking to her, but I learned then an important lesson. When
you love somebody, what you want isn't as important to you as what they
want. I went to the local Buddhist Temple to learn more about what had
happened, and my new abilities, where I was told that the Abbot there
had been her teacher, and had sent her to my school to help me, and
that they knew who I was in some of my past incarnations. And that my
awakening was like an explosion of light in his mind. He surprised my
father and me by telling us the exact day and time it happened. He told
us that he had sent notice that I was back, the premiere fighter of the
Path of the Light, against those of the Dark Path, to Temples all over
the world. Soon after that, I had an accident, and went to the hospital
for a few days."
I said "When I went back to school, I found out she had died. I was
devastated. I ran to the restroom and cried my eyes out, until Victoria
told me to stop that. Yes, she had been dead more than a week, but it
was her. I knew that because I had felt her mind before. We can't be
mistaken about those things. We had a discussion about what happened
and why, and other things, and that she was very happy where she was,
and that I should be happy for her, and not sad. And so I was. Later,
even years later, in looking at her drawings, I saw that a lot of them
were about my future and the then present, and were helpful in what I
was doing, saving my life, and the world, at lease once. She really did
love me, and provided for me in strange ways, the best she could. The
world, and not just me, owes her a tremendous amount for all she has
done for us. I wouldn't, couldn't be here, much less be who I am today,
without her, and the sacrifices she made for me, in her love." My tears
were flowing, and Don called for a break. Off air, he said "Wow!" I
nodded. He said "There was so much to that story, I don't know where to
begin to discuss it." I said "Then don't." He nodded.
Back on air, "Don said, "You said you knew what it felt like to be in
somebody's mind when they died. Could you explain that?" I said "Later
in my last life, I had lost my Adept abilities, but still had my
sharing of love ability I was born with through many incarnations. With
my wife, who was minimally psionic, that enabled us to have a light
emotional awareness of each other. Even at a distance, we could feel
each other's feelings in the backs of our minds. Up to the time she was
hit by a car and died suddenly. That's when Chad and Wanda had to care
for me and my young son for a few months. I was in no shape to do that,
myself. For Victoria, with her much greater ability, well, I don't know
how she survived it, much less be sane enough to help me." He said,
"And now?" I said "We understand more of how it all works, and know how
to prevent damage if that happens. So far, that hasn't been tested
between two Adepts. None of my students, even from my last life, have
yet died, much less suddenly, while in mental contact with another. Who
knows? I might be the first." He said "Don't."
I said like a recording, "We are sorry. Orders are not being accepted
at this time. For customer service, press the cross, or the star, or
the moon buttons, and you will be transferred to that department where
you will be told the same in a language you've never heard of, or
choose a number on the roulette wheel of life, and wait for it to come
up. End of message." He stared at me, and then had to laugh. Then he
said, "There is more to that message than I first thought." I said
"There usually is, for everything in life."
He said "Please explain about the Path of the Light, and the Dark
Path." I said "In simple terms, they are labels for how people are.
Good or evil. Helpful or harmful. We all have all kinds of things in
us, enabling us to do all kinds of things, but we have noticed over the
many thousands of years of our history, that in each of us there are
trends, ways we do things, kinds of habits and attitudes we build for
ourselves over time. All that creates basically who we are, one step at
a time, which we can call a path. I am an example, as are all my
students, of a person who is firmly on the Path of the Light. We do not
act unjustly, we do not kill. We do not lie. We help others without
asking anything in return. Adolf Hitler is an example of a follower of
the Dark Path. He was not good, and did none of those positive things
we do, and instead did the negative things we can't do. One reason why
we call it a path, is that for each state, one thing often leads to
another. You do a small good, and you like that, and so do another, and
so on. It slowly changes who we are. It's a simplistic description, but
I think you get the message. For bad things, it's the same. One small
evil, and if the result is what the person wanted, then they do
another, each step becoming larger, until one is wholly of the Dark
Path, and most who follow that far enough, cannot be saved in that
life. That is what we thought, until recently. I met some evil people
who were running a large star empire. I did not try to change them, but
my actions, and who I am, HAS helped them to change, and even though I
watched it happen, I can barely believe it." He said "Would you tell us
who they are?"
I said "The Nagindra. The second fleet. An Adept was with them, and
there are many in their government. They were evil, doing dreadful
things to each other and their people. Not now. The one I sent back
with the crews, was ostracized for being part of a failed mission. I
visited him by projection. He really appreciated it. I started teaching
him Adept skills. Well, I'm a teacher. How could I resist? He improved
himself, not just in ability, but as a person. Others noticed, and
joined in his practicing, and then others. Then they found out that I
was the teacher, and they liked it. They've changed, and are changing
their government because THEY want to, and I did nothing to make them
do that, but teach them some skills and be friendly to them. Now they
are so far along on the Path of the Light, they are discovering that it
hurts them to lie, and that they don't really need to, anyway." Don
said "Wow!" Rose ported in and said, "You know that wasn't all. What he
said was true, but much simpler than it was. You know how he is. He
gave them his love. He still underestimates what it does to people,
Adepts the most, who can see much more of who he is, even if he doesn't
do that." Don said "I think I can understand some of that. And that
we've seriously embarrassed him."
I said "And this time is almost over. Rose wants to play the most
recent thing I said to them. In that class, the Supreme Leader was
there, and most of the Ministers of the Empire, all Adepts. He is the
one who speaks first. I don't need to be here for that. You can close
the show with Rose." I stood and bowed, and ported home. Rose played
what I said, from when the Leader said his comment about me not being
an enemy. I gave her the recording, with English dubbing. Rose said
"They didn't speak in English, but that's been changed for you." She
played it against the usual wall. After it was done, there was silence
for a while. Then Don said, with tears, "Thank you Rose. Thank you VERY
much for this. We are out of time, but this is one day I will never
forget." She stood and so did Don, and she hugged him with love. He
looked surprised, and then nodded. Len announced "Off air!" Then he
come into the room and said to Rose, "We should have realized that he's
been seriously underplaying what he says of what he's done." Rose said,
"So much more than you can imagine. But he has good reasons. He wants
people to use their free will to do the right thing, not do things just
to please him, the hero they might worship. He wants people to see the
actions and results, and not worship the person, which will get in the
way of that. If people really knew all of what he's done, and how close
to death he's been for us, and what it cost him, well, even for just
one of the many things, he would be considered the best and most
important hero the human race has ever had, and probably ever will
have, and even for parts of this galaxy, too, and who steadfastly
maintains that he's not a hero. He just does what he thinks he should.
Good thinking, though. That last was from Hawk. Please remember not to
push Stephen too far. Some of the things he's had to do for us really
hurt him, and always will. Thank you. Farewell." She ported home.
We didn't say anything, but just hugged with love.
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