Stephen's Secure Blog #437
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 24 in this story, in Summer of year 14 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #437 "CNN Last Regular Show"
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The July 4th love and healing broadcast went as usual. I ported a
little early to the CNN studio. I said to Len, "I'll see how this goes.
I suspect this might be my last regular show." He nodded, and didn't
say anything. Same for Don. After the show started, Don said, "Your
music career is still going strong. A lot of us are surprised about
your latest big hit. A child's lullaby DVD. Did you test it on your own
children?" I said "I made that DVD with my children in mind, and I did
test it on them. Actually, I didn't so much as test the songs, but just
note which songs, and the styles of them, they liked the best, that
Rose and I usually sing to them. Chad saw and heard that, and asked to
publish it. In fact, almost all my music publishing is to please Chad."
Don said "You do a lot to please your great grandfather." I said "My
music is to please him, but what he would like almost as much, I don't
do as much for his taste." He said "And what is that?" I said "He
really loves it when I say something controversial and outrageous, that
causes a lot of er, comment." Don laughed, and said, "Just comment?" I
said "Spitting, not so much." He laughed again.
Don said "Of all the lives you've talked about, you talk about your
last life the most, like you still are that person. Could you tell us
why?" I said "My last life was here in America, and many of the people
who were in it, are still alive and kicking. Kicking very well,
actually. The life before that, was in Tibet, and I didn't remember
that one until I was given the task to free Tibet. Being so late in my
awareness, compared to my other lives, it isn't as real to me as my
last one, and it was very different, too. In this body, I had only two
years of conscious life as a unique individual, before I received the
memories of my many other lives. A little overwhelming. So my current
life is more of a continuation of my last life, than a different life
to me. I am basically that Stephen, but a little wiser and more
experienced. Younger and healthier, too." Don said "And more
intelligent and powerful?" I said "A little more intelligent and
powerful in the beginning of this life, yes. I've improved some since
then."
Don said, "I don't know how to say this in a way that might not cause
problems. There is a time discrepancy with the end of your last life,
and the beginning of your current life." I said "You may continue." He
looked very relieved, and said, "He died two years after you were born.
How do you explain your reincarnation in the light of that?" I said
"How long have you been holding on to that?" He said "About three
years." I said "Been burning a hole in your list?" He said,
"Absolutely!" I said "Your facts, as best language can express them,
are correct. But, I AM the reincarnation of that other life. I see you
are VERY curious how that can be. If you can survive until we come back
from the break, I'll tell you." Len announced we were off air. I just
sat there grinning. Don had to laugh.
Back from break, Don said, "Stephen is about to tell us how he is the
reincarnation of his previous life, in spite of the fact that that life
ended after this life started." I said "Good summery. Right in season.
In my last life, I was old and in pain. I decided to try an experiment
in psionics that I had decided not to, many years before. It was
thought to be too dangerous. But I had reviewed the prophecies we had
on file, and came to the conclusion that we had misunderstood some of
them. I did it, and regained my psionics that I had lost when I was
fifteen. What that meant the most to me, was I could then manage my
reincarnation as I needed to. That was two years before I died. You
obviously see some significance in that. I didn't, at the time. My
plans called for me to reincarnate, so I could be small enough to
operate a Van spaceship. But I had to have my powers then, too, and
there was no guarantee that a regular reincarnation would make that
happen. I already knew some things from the prophecies, and had stopped
thinking that a lot of what had happened were just coincidences."
Don nodded, and said, "So you thought God was directing things in a
certain way?" I said "Yes, the usual mysterious ways. So, I waited for
a sign for what I should do, which I expected to happen within about
two years. After two years, my best friend Chad came to me, crying, and
said one of our great grand children was dying. The boy was two years
old, and had been in a car crash. His mother was dead, and his father
had abandoned him. He was a ward of the state. Chad is a brilliant
doctor, and Tomba, the Abbot of the Buddhist Temple is an accomplished
Adept, and so was I, and a healer. We had the child's care transferred
to us. We tried all kinds of things to save him, but we failed. The
damage to his brain was too great. He died. His spirit left his body,
which would live on life support for only a few hours more. We knew I
was looking for a sign about my reincarnating. Chad pleaded with me to
reincarnate into the boy. He knew I as planning to die soon, and he
didn't want to lose us both."
Don said "But he was dead. How could you reincarnate into a dead
body? Wouldn't you have the same problem, and die again?" I said
"Right. That was our problem. So, we set up a repair program in my
mind, which I could use automatically from the inside, that I couldn't
from the outside, to repair the brain. But I couldn't actually repair
that brain, because I didn't know what to replace. I hadn't scanned it
when it was healthy. But I had my own brain we could use as a pattern.
There was one part of his brain that was still working. That was
isolated from the rest, from the outside. Then we programmed partitions
in my mind, for rebuilding the brain, for after I had transferred to
that small portion. We estimated it would take eight to ten years to
fix it. We planned that when I woke up, if it was successful, that I
would have no memories, so a new personality would be created, who
could correctly learn to use his body and brain, without preconceived
habits from a different body." Don said "Oh! I see now. I wouldn't have
thought of that!" I said "My memories were set to return when my
psionics woke at age twelve. We didn't know at all, that so many extra
lives would show up! I had only remembered a few before. Anyway, after
all that prep work, which hadn't taken much time, I laid down next to
my own great grandson, and made myself die, with the firm order that I
transfer to the boy. I woke up eight years later with no memory, and
you know the rest of it."
I said "I know things now, that I didn't know then. Tomba had
verified that I actually had transferred to the boy. I was on full life
support for a long time, and then off of it, but unconscious for years.
I healed. But I didn't do it all myself. I couldn't. In fact, I
couldn't have transferred my spirit like I did, myself. What I did
should have caused me to have gone to the other side, and reincarnated
into a baby, naturally. That didn't happen. I had to have had some VERY
special help do what actually happened. What I planned to do was
NECESSARY. And so it was made to happen. Actually, I had suspected
that, and trusted to a greater power, if He approved of me and my
plans, that He wouldn't let me fail in that transfer and subsequent
healing. Well, I'm here. It worked." He said "Wow! Wow!" I said "Not
twins, no." He almost choked. Then he sent us to break. I said "Chad is
making noises, but doesn't know exactly what kind to make yet. We don't
know what the public reaction is going to be." Don said "I don't know,
either! This is BIG!" I said, looking down at my lap, "It was a lot
bigger in my last life." He had to laugh.
Back from break, Don said, "That was amazing!" I said "To me, it's
old news. Life goes on, even in that strange way. One more thing. What
we remember of our past lives is managed from the other side." He said
"Oh. Makes sense. God must have thought you could use all those lives
for something good." I said "I think so, but some I really wish I
didn't have to remember. All the times I died of starvation, torture,
I said "I shouldn't complain. Those were other lives. Dan still lives
with what happened to HIM!" He said "I understand a little, I think. So
much suffering in the world. I see something of why you need to stop
it." I said "Why don't we all see that? I think I may not ever fully
understand it." He said "We are getting a lot of calls and emails over
this. Some are accusing you of murder." I said "What I said was true. I
can't lie. Kill my own great grandson? Absolutely not! Chad would never
have allowed it, even if I had actually thought of it. Would God have
allowed what we did to succeed, if it had started with a murder? And if
I had killed, I would have lost my powers again, and then I couldn't
have even begun to do what I did for the transfer and healing. And
there is one more thing. Where is the dead body? I'm right here, folks.
How many of you who think I committed murder, actually believe I
reincarnated and remember my past lives? You can't have it both ways.
Try a little sanity." Don almost choked. I said "Chad thought that one
was good." Don laughed.
Don said "Another subject. Immigration. Some say that illegals who
have been in this country for a long time should have a path to
citizenship. What are your opinions on that?" I said "They knowingly
broke the law. They are criminals, and some have taken jobs away from
American citizens, harming their families. How are their original
countries EVER going to improve, if their most courageous and hard
working people leave it? They are traitors to their own countries! How
can we expect them to be loyal to this one, let alone ANY country?" Don
said "Wow! I had absolutely NO idea you would say anything like that!"
I said "Good." He said "What about their children?" I said "Makes their
parents even worse, involving their children in their criminal
enterprise. What could come of that kind of role model?" He said "So
you don't support a path to citizenship?" I said "I didn't say that.
For some long time residents, with clean records and good histories,
there should be some path to acceptance, if not full citizenship, but
not free and easy. Yes, we should temper our outrage with mercy, and
find some way to let justice work in a way that is good for all. And
most of that is for the children, who didn't have any choice in the
matter. Still, that won't fix the problem of illegal immigration."
Don said "How do we fix that?" I said "Well, we could stop illegal
immigration very easily. Elect more Conservatives, so they can continue
to ruin all we have built, so America will be worse than the countries
those people come from. Then they won't want to come here at all.
Problem solved. I see you're trying not to laugh. Not doing well at
that." He laughed, and said, "Some people aren't going to be in love
with that solution, from either direction." I said "But they're going
to have to wake up to feel that way." He said "True. Other solutions?"
I said plaintively, "But that was a GOOD one." He laughed. I said "We
could help the countries they come from, to be better, so they won't
want to leave it. Do you know that some of those countries are GLAD
that those people are leaving?" Don said "Please explain that." I said
"Those countries don't want all those unemployed troublemakers hanging
around there, demanding food, housing, and jobs, that don't exist, and
are glad to be rid of them, and then there is money. A lot of illegal
immigrants, and many legals, too, send money regularly to their
relatives in their original countries. For some countries, that is a
significant part of their economy. Stop that, and less people will
come. I don't have anything more on the subject." We went to break. Off
air, I said, "Chad is happy now. You KNOW what Hawk is doing." He
laughed, and I said, "Right." More laughter.
Back from break, Don said, "Your coverage of the naval accident was
well received. Would you consider doing more of that, perhaps on a
regular basis?" I said "Did you really want to ask me that?" He said "A
competitor for this job, not really." I said "It wouldn't work. I do
things very er, completely, and fast. Your bosses couldn't control what
I would do, even if I would let them. They know that, so they just
wanted you to ask, so the public who is asking them for that, will hear
it from me, and not your bosses, who won't be blamed for that. Oh my,
do you look funny!" He had to laugh.
Don said "Will you be selling or giving to museums more sculptures
with light effects in them?" I said "I might. If there is some demand.
I don't mind if people want to try to figure how they work, even though
they can't, but I really dislike them destroying my things in the
process. If they keep doing that, and bothering my customers, I might
not make any more." Don said "Can you make antigravity things?" I said
"Antigravity? Not really. I like gravity a lot. Oh, alright, I see that
reaction. I'll show you antigravity." I floated up in the air, and then
back down again. I said "There are two ways I do that. Use personal
psionic energy to push against the floor, which is VERY tiring, or use
a little energy in a way to temporarily change the properties of the
affected matter, my body, so that it is less influenced by gravity. So,
yes, I can cause an antigravity effect. Porting is a lot easier,
though." He said "Could you make a machine like a car do that?" I said
"I could make a lot of things do that. They do on other worlds and in
spaceships, but not in exactly the same way. But I won't. If that kind
of thing came on the market, there would be a whole lot of death and
destruction." He said "Why is that?" I said "People would be smashing
those things all over. WAY too easy to fly. That's the problem. Flying
isn't at all like driving. No traffic lights, no signs, or even speed
limits. No, we can't have antigravity until ALL air traffic can be
controlled automatically by a central computer." He said "I'm beginning
to see that. Now I understand more of why you don't let all your
inventions loose. You have to really think of those things. I'm glad
you do, for all our sakes. Thank you."
I said "You're welcome. We are almost out of time, and I have an
announcement to make. During the last show here, I had decided to limit
these shows. I had said all I thought should be said, and the search
for good questions was getting more difficult for my er,
interrogators." Don choked a little. I said "This is the last of my
regularly scheduled interview shows on CNN. I may do one a year, and I
may do some short appearances when there is something significant to
er, poke at. Conservatives, you are not completely free of me yet. I'll
still continue make interesting comments in press releases. Well, Chad
isn't the only one who likes them. These shows have been fun at times,
and at other times, useful to some people. I respect all the people
I've worked with here at CNN very highly, as true professionals, and as
very good people. Thank you for all you do, and all you er, tried to do
to me." Don laughed. Len announced, "Off air, and closed." He came into
the studio, and said, "So it's over." I said "It's not over until that
baseball catcher says it." They almost laughed.
I said "Don't tell me it hasn't been a strain to keep the shows going
the last few times." They nodded. I said "Better I end it while they're
still asking for more, than when they consider me old news. Don't
expect me to be silent, though." Len grinned, and said, "No doubt about
it!" I said "Late this year the last of the Nagindra movies will be
released. Next year, the Attin movies start. I expect to be asked about
them. I'd like to avoid that, but we'll see. This isn't goodbye, it's
more like ariva dirty, or hasta lumbago, or something like that." They
chuckled. I hugged them with all my love, and the entire crew. Then I
ported home.
Chad said, "So you finally told it." I said "I had to wait until I
had built our relationship up, to support it." He said "I didn't
suspect why you were doing that. Well played." I said "He asked the
right questions this time, so I could say all that and pull the plug.
If he hadn't, I would have fed them to him next time." Hawk said "Now
was the best time to leave, before they pestered you too much about
Attin." I said "Right." Rose said, "I wonder how they're going to take
it now. I know it wasn't like you were on every day, but you sure were
a regular all those years." I said "But I wasn't all the same person to
them. They never knew what was going to happen, and how I would be
like, even with scheduled things. I think most watched just for that."
Chad said "I know I sure did!" We all poked him, but with love.
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