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Subject: +*+*+*+ Stephen's Secure Blog #449 "Promotion" +*+*+*+
Date: Mon, 23 Feb 2015 18:19:45 -0500
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Stephen's Secure Blog #449
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 32 in this story, in Summer of year 22 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #449 "Promotion"
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Rumors did start about my possible death September first. Our regular
people friends who most wanted to know, didn't want to ask. Practically
everybody else did ask. We said we had no public comment on that. That
being unusual for me, considering what comments I've made before, told
them it was true, without having to say that. CNN reported on the
situation, but didn't offer an opinion on the truth of my possible
coming death. Other networks were almost as cautious. So were the major
religions. I mentioned that to Rose, and she gave me a really good evil
grin. I had to laugh. Some evangelists went wild at the mouth with all
kinds of silly comments. They were NOT at all happy that they were
mostly ignored, but a lot of other people were happy they were.
A week before the broadcast, I released a video statement to CNN.
They ran it a lot. So did other networks. I said "There have been
rumors and speculation about that I might die. Just like everybody
else, I will die sometime in the future. I know that more than most,
because I've done it almost 2,000 times! Only the body dies. The soul
or spirit lives on, and for some, it is reborn into a new person. I
have a whole lot of memories to prove that. But this is my last life.
When I leave it, I won't be coming back. My spirit is just too big to
be er, stuffed into a body again. Instead, I will join God. Some of you
who are very sensitive to the feelings in the love broadcasts, might be
able to sense that when God joins it for healing, that God's love and
power isn't of just one part. In it are others who were like me, who
had been unable to reincarnate, and had joined with Him. Those are the
managers of reincarnation after the judgement. When I die and go to
join God, you might feel me in there when He joins the broadcast for
healing. I WILL be there, because He told me so, and sometimes the
people around me, have felt such communications happening, such was
when it happened in the CNN studio. I have to tell you, they were
REALLY surprised! Now to the reason for this message to you. For me, my
death is a promotion, and is definitely NOT a bad thing for me, and for
you. I will be even better able to work for YOU from where I'll be,
even if not quite as noticeably. So, to some who might, I ask that you
do not feel sad for me. I'm not sad! And I will not be lost to you.
When you feel God in your heart, I will be there too, and loving you
with all I have, as I always have. Thank you for allowing me to love
you. Be good. Love each other. Farewell."
After the first broadcast, Chad said "Good speech." I said "Thanks."
He said "Wait. There is more in it than I thought." My grin got me
poked. Hawk said "Haven't you felt The Buddha in the communications
he's received?" Kam said in the air from Tibet, "I did, in my last
life." Chad said "I'm not sure. I'm sorry." I said "Well, he's there.
So are others. I'll say hello to him for you when I get there." Then we
all felt it. I said "Er, he didn't wait." They were too shocked to
comment. I had to laugh. So did Kam. Chad whispered to me, "He ADMIRES
you!" I said "Better we don't say that." He gulped. I hugged him with
love. So did Rose. Sol was looking VERY proud at me. I winked at him,
and he tried not to giggle. Rose said to me, "Stephen, what did you
get? He didn't do that just to say hello." I said "Oops!" They laughed.
I said "Better time management. I'll be able to do what I have in
mind."
We set up the procedures for the event. The most important was crowd
control. There would be a force barrier, but people could be crushed by
it from people pushing from behind. Hawk was going to be very busy
porting people to the back of the crowd as necessary. Percy and Ivanna
volunteered to each take a third of that. Hawk showed his gratitude for
that very well, but it didn't result in a pregnancy. When I die and
fall down, and I'm declared dead, Rose will come and kneel down to
touch me. When she release her touch I will burn to ash, which she will
collect and put in a jar. The CNN crew will be close and broadcasting.
Then all concerned will port to my house in Lhasa, and CNN will conduct
interviews in the studio if they want to.
Rose briefed the CNN crew the morning of the event, and gave them
lens adaptors for their cameras. Later, she ported them to my house,
and they set up some things in the studio, and synced their equipment
for the live broadcasting link to Atlanta. Sol was with them then. He
introduced himself with, "Hi, I'm Solomon, son of Stephen and Rose, and
brother of Kamala, the Dalai Lama. For my privacy, I'm in disguise.
Even my voice isn't really mine, but what I say with it is. On camera,
my whole head will be a blur. I know that's frustrating for you, but
you know what word my father would say to that." Some said "Good!" He
said "Right! Well done!" Some chuckled. He said "My sister and I really
loved it when he said that on your shows. Actually, we loved everything
he did. Very entertaining. Did you know he said some things
specifically to make some of us at home laugh? That made the rest of us
have to laugh at Uncle Hawk." Some more chuckles. He said "My home is
great! I can't think of a better place to grow up in, and I can think a
whole lot!" Len said "How much is a lot?" He said "That kind of thing
can't be measured in a way that makes sense, for anybody. How can you
determine how much one thinks? It's not the same as how fast." Len said
"So, how fast do you think?" He said "I already thought that." They had
to laugh.
Sol said "I'm here alone with you. I have great parents, who are the
best at managing situations. That should tell you something you might
be noticing now." Len said "Right. We'll get absolutely nothing you
don't plan to give, and you plan like they do." I said "Right, but
shorter." More chuckles. Don said "I see you have your father's humor."
I said "Hawk said I should give it back to him." Chuckles. He said "I'm
not. I like it. It's a copy, though. He's taking the original with
him." He said "You're not sad?" Sol said "No. I grew up, well to this
height, knowing this would be happening. I'll miss him, but I'm not
sad. It's not as if he won't be able to communicate with me. You've
felt that kind of thing yourselves." They nodded, He said "And he will
know every embarrassing thing I do for the rest of my life." Len said
"Are you going to be careful because of that?" Sol said with a big
grin, "Absolutely not!" Chuckles. He said "Think of it from his
perspective. He's starting on a great new adventure, that very few ever
get to do. He's going to have the whole universe to play with, and help
gazillions of people to do great things. He'll learn and know things we
can't even begin to imagine. One more reason for him and us not to be
sad. He isn't really needed here anymore. He IS really needed there,
and they are very impatient to have him. I'm kind of proud to have a
father like that. There is one more thing he's going to love all to
pieces in his new existence. I'll bet you'll never guess what it is.
Try." They couldn't think of anything. He said "No clothes! Immaterial
beings don't wear clothes. He was raised as a nudist in this and his
last life. He REALLY dislikes clothes. Well, I think we've fully
uncovered that subject." Chuckles.
He said to Len, "You've figured out what I'm doing." They all looked
at him, making Sol grin. Len said with a smile, "You intended to put us
at ease, so we could do our jobs better." Sol said, "Yes, and because I
care about you and your feelings. You love my father. How can I not
love you for that?" He hugged each of them with love. Don said "Wow!"
Sol laughed, and said, "I got my first wow from CNN!" They laughed
well. They talked about what happened on some of my shows, and had some
food, until it was time to go to work. They had a good relaxed time.
Sol managed that VERY well. I told the owner of the art school what
would be happening, so she could place her students well.
At ten PM, Sol ported the CNN crew to the upper part of the Road to
Sera. He said to them after they arrived, "Yes, I can do this. To be
sure, you might want to count your limbs." Some actually looked at
them, and then noticed Sol's gigantic grin, and had to laugh. I sent to
Sol in connection that I loved what he was doing. He didn't dislike
that at all. They established their positions, and set up their
equipment. At five to eleven, we ported to my pavilion. There were a
lot of Abbots and Ministers, and other religious guests, already there.
The CNN crew were told not to bother them before the event. I moved to
the usual place on the Road. Rose, Chad, Kamala, and Hawk were behind
me. Percy and Ivanna were at the school in DC with all the students,
and were set to help manage the crowd remotely. Sol was with Len. He
said "I'll try to let you know anything important you should know when
it happens." Len whispered, "You expect a surprise?" Sol said with a
grin, "You know him." Len chuckled, and said, "If he can, he has to."
Sol said "Absolutely! Starting in two."
I raised my arms, and started glowing, even before I started pulling
in extra energy. Then I did that, a whole lot, and from the 4th, too. I
grew bigger. Then I sent my love to the whole world, and said in it so
all would understand me in their own language, "My time in this life is
ending. My task I was given, for which I was allowed to remain in this
life, when I should have gone to the other side, is complete. Tibet is
free and prosperous. I must accept the call to a different existence
now, which is a great adventure for me. I knew this would happen, and
when. This, my last life, was my best, in my opinion. I've been happier
in it than I have been in any other life, and that is because of all of
YOU, with whom I have had the honor and privilege of sharing my love,
and my connection to those who are beyond us. It is they who I go to
join now."
I had already programmed my Ki, and I sent more power into my love,
and my Ki, and wrapped all in the world with it, at the highest
intensity I could make happen. Then I was joined for healing. While
that was happening, I changed my time perceptions, so to me, a second
was like a minute. Then I put my symbol on all the light cubes I had
ever made, big and small, with my love in it. Then I added my symbol to
many of the other things I had made. To the floor of the square under
the floating Wheel of Life. As light, over the roof of my house there.
To the prayer wheels of the floating Pavilion of the Dharma. To the end
ramps of the Ruby Ridge. As light over the Pavilion of Love. To the
base of the large Buddhas. To the buildings, outside, and all over the
inside, in Window Rock. To the Road to Reting, and the Diamond Square.
To Tiananmen Square. To the spikes through the tanks. To the entrances
to the government buildings in Tibet. In the art school. Then I did it
in our schools, including on other planets. I put it all over Allguard.
I put my symbol on the Road to Sera where I was to fall onto, but
shielded from sight until my ash was removed.
Then I did what I was hoping to do. I gave a crystal with my symbol
on it, and my love in it, to every intelligent being in all three star
empires, and Earth, with many extras. And then to every inhabited
planet in the galaxy. I still had time left, so on Earth, I put an
abundance of food, where there was not enough. I repaired buildings and
homes. I gave books and furniture to schools, and built new schools
were there were none. I corrected many textbooks, despite what Texas
wanted in them. Where there was war, I removed all the ammunition. I
removed weapons from criminals and and gang members. I removed the
illegal drugs like I usually did for the interdiction, but I also
removed all the other illegal drugs, too, but not marijuana. I removed
some greenhouse gasses, and restored the ozone layer. I fixed some
polluting power plants. I removed pollution from the oceans and lakes
and rivers, and from the land. I removed dangerous space junk. I still
had time, so I made many more movies and books, and set up a note for
Chad to see them. Then I set up a message to my family about what I had
done, that they would receive just before I died. The last thing I
would do would be to update my blog with all this, and say goodbye.
The healing is ending, and my time perception is back to normal. I'm
slowly powering down the love and Ki broadcast. When it stops
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