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Stephen's Secure Blog #440
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 28 in this story, in Summer of year 18 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #440 "Attin to Atlana"
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We have been home schooling Sol and Kam, but they were not isolated.
We have a lot of adults in and around our home, and kids from the
school play with them all the time. During the summer, the kids go to
many Navajo activities. Our kids are highly psionic, which we all can't
help noticing. Their Third Eyes aren't fully open yet, but the
abilities they do have, are VERY strong. Both have intelligence that's
at around 600 now, but I expect that to double when they become fully
psionic. They don't remember any past lives, but I do see some evidence
in them, even without examining them.
Their education has been mostly without crystals. We didn't want to
make their brains dependent on them in their vulnerable state, but they
read so fast, they use virtual computer screens for that, so their
speed doesn't rip books apart. In subjects, there are languages,
religion, cultures, and science, including math. They know all that a
Dalai Lama should know about Tibetan Buddhism. Some of that study took
place in Tibet and Thailand. They are both very creative, and are very
good artists. I'm personally happy about that, which they can feel.
They are physically active, and love sports, and are junior black
belts. They like to invent new games. We've had the usual serious talks
about security, being different, and sex. They really pay attention,
because with our emotion senses, they know we speak the truth, and love
them more than anything. They are very affectionate. Well, we all are,
so that's no surprise.
They don't like to wear clothes when they should, and this annoys
Rose more than, much more than, me. That irritates her, too. She is
well aware that I find the whole thing amusing. That Mom and Dad agree
with the both of us, doesn't help much. The kids like to see me on TV.
It's funny to them, partially because I'm wearing clothes then. That
the adults laugh at what I say sometimes, they think is even more
funny. They do some weekend sleepovers with other Guardian families.
They were reluctant the first few times, being separated from us and
each other, but they knew we thought it was the best for them, to help
them in growing up. Now they ask to go.
Music. They love to sing, and they play instruments well. Our entire
family does, and our musical evenings are really fun. They never tire
of hearing Rose and me sing to them. We aren't complaining.
Sol has my extra sexual sensitivity. So do all my other male
children. Future recesses at school are going to be a blast! Sol's
friends have already discovered in their wrestling and tickling, where
the best place to tickle Sol is. There have been NO complaints. Loud
squeals of laughter, yes. Sol said to me, "Being tickled there works
better for me than the other boys. Why is that?" I said "People are
different. Different hair color, different eyes, and a lot of other
things. That's one of the differences." He said "Do some other boys
feel like me?" I said "Yes, and it often stays the same when they grow
up, but not always. The extra sensitivity is a positive evolutionary
adaption, to help keep the vulnerable external male reproductive organs
safe from injury in children, which could have prevented the
continuation of that line." He said "Then why don't all boys have it?"
I said "I don't know. It could be that it isn't needed for all. Or that
if all had it, we wouldn't have progressed as a species, because all
the boys would be spending all their time tickling each other, instead
of doing other more useful things." He laughed, and said, "I think so,
too." With a quick kiss and hug, he went off to play. Later, Rose said,
"You didn't tell him who else had that sensitivity." I said "Right.
Self defense!" She laughed. I said "And to protect the others, too."
She said "Think he's going to try by experimentation to find out?" I
said "He might. Oh, and he can't hear us."
She said "How do you block his extra hearing?" I said "The first time
in my last life I went to the Temple, the Abbot wanted to talk to my
father in private. My hearing wouldn't have allowed that. Then a Monk
made a special noise, and I couldn't hear anything but that while he
was doing it. I can do it better, now. So, when I don't want him to
hear us, I make a special ultrasonic sound, shaped and managed so that
the area around us is dead auditory space to him. You can't hear it,
but I can, and it's annoying, so I don't do it often." She said, "I'll
give you a miniature wow for that." We laughed. She said "So, what did
he say?" I said "I don't know. I didn't hear it." She said "You could
go back and find out." I said "True, but I won't. If they had wanted me
to know, they had the rest of their lives to tell me. They didn't. I
will respect that decision." She said "But you must have guessed, and
were probably right." I said "I didn't try to guess, but I think I have
an idea, now. From that day forward, my father advised, but never fully
opposed anything I did. In fact, he actively supported my decisions and
actions, even when he really didn't like them." She said "I see.
Interesting. Amazing that he actually believed the Abbot." I said
"Right. Truly a remarkable man. A great father, too. I couldn't have
become anything like who I am now, without his full support." She said
"More mysterious ways." I nodded.
I keep Lhamo's stone far away from Kam, so it doesn't shock her Third
Eye open too soon. The same for Sol's stone that I retrieved from where
it had been hidden for such a long time. If I wait to give it to him
until he becomes fully psionic naturally, it might not accept him. Or I
could give it to him just before then, so it can wake him in a way that
it could accept him. I'll ask my boss about it before then.
The Attin series movies have started in the theaters. They know the
stories are real, and that I was her, and that some evidence has been
found in some sites that show an advanced civilization existed at that
time. Less people are calling me a liar these days, severely
disappointing Chad. I did something else, that surprised everybody.
There is still some space junk from that time. I documented all of it,
and had a conference with the head of NASA, and Admiral Krack, at my
house on Allguard. I said "I invited you both here for a special
reason. Well, I don't have many non special reasons." They laughed. I
said "You both know, and so do some of our respective peoples, that I
was Attin. I can do more than share her life. You know the people who
left Earth built some long distance space ships in the solar system, to
leave the area, from what was already there and in use. Well, they
didn't use all of it. Want some?" They shared a "Wow!" I said "About
NASA said, "We know you. You won't give us anything too
"We'll trust you to give us what you think we should have, of what you
have to know we want." Krack said "Well said. I agree." I said "Some
things will be archived for the future Earth. That includes a full
almost working shuttle ship. Don't worry, there are more. The bases on
moons, astroids, and planets, will remain untouched, but will be fully
documented. And when I mean fully, well, it is. In fact, it's ALL
documented. There isn't a lot left, compared to what there was before
the disaster, but it's not a small amount, either. There is the
question of what to remove, and what to leave in place for the future,
and what I do remove, where should it be put?" We spent some time
woking on that. During part of that, I said, "Russia gets some too."
NASA was disappointed, but had to agree it was fair. After that was all
decided, I said, "I've also prepared press releases, and museum
exhibits, too."
I said "There are a few more things that are a little disturbing.
Some, a lot disturbing. The first. There are human remains available.
Some should be rescued and preserved, and some should remain where they
are." We discussed that for a while. I said "Now for something more er,
strange. Yes, that's possible." They chuckled. I said "There is
archeological evidence on the Van world, of their origin. Much more
than they know about. I've documented it all. I can retrieve some of
it, or it can be left alone for when all the Van die, and the shield
goes away automatically, in about a thousand years. Opinions?" They
agreed to have only the documentation that was appropriate for their
own people.
I said "Now the painful part. For me. News conferences about this,
involving me." We discussed that. Then on Misnok, we had a meeting with
the PA President, and the director of the museum. Krack and I showed
them what we had. There were a lot of wows. I said "What you do with
all that I've given Admiral Krack, is your affair. Do you want to make
any of this public, and with me?" They all looked at the President. He
said "All public, and with you. When will you be available? How long
can we have to set this up?" I said "No more then three fourths of a
year. I can't be sure how much longer I'll be available for anything
after that. For the best possibility of having me, even sooner. In
about two years, forget about it forever." He looked at the others. The
director said, "We can process the information in about 20 days, and
have some displays set up, with Stephen's help. He does that for his
own planet's best museum." Krack said "The technology is old. We don't
need to study it. We can put it on the ground anywhere it's wanted,
whenever it's wanted, with about a day's notice. There are full
dimensional specifications in what Stephen's given us, so display
fixtures can be made and be in place before that, if desired. What to
do with the body is still to be decided. You might not want to have it
on display. It's NOT pretty." They remembered from the pictures, and
agreed. I said "There are five books I've written about that life, and
they include your people before they left. There are movies of those
books, too, but there are no actors in them. I can see and record the
past. Those are REAL images and sounds. Want them?" They all really
did.
The museum director said, "The past you can see. Is that only for
Earth?" I said "No, it's not. You should know I would know you would
ask that." He grinned, and said, "And you would know that I would ask,
plead, for all you could give us of our past, which you would have
already made for us." The others were grinning at us. I said "Do we
looked at me in strained anticipation. I said "Yes." I could see that
was a big letdown. I just gave them a little sly smile. They had to
laugh. I said "Here is all that er, stuff, including applicable
archeology in support of some of it, on Earth. And some very useful
things for display help. There is so much, you might want to have
another museum for it. All your choices. In fact, there is so much, a
lot of people will be needed to work on it. This could be a problem if
you want to keep it a secret until the big fancy announcement. Good
luck with that." They laughed.
I was called back to Misnok when they had their big day. They didn't
tell the public I was Attin, but they told them about what I had given
them recently. Then I faced the cameras. One said "We were told the
love and healing broadcasts are here because of you. Can you explain
that?" I said "I've been giving my love to people near me, and
sometimes to people who haven't been near me, in many of my lives. Some
of that is on record. Yes, reincarnation is real. I remember mine with
total recall. Some of them have been proved. In this life I've shared
my love with as much as a whole solar system. In one of those times on
my world, I was in contact with the Supreme Being, and given a task.
The same kind of task I had been given before in some previous lives,
and in the same way. And my appearance was changed as it had before, to
how you see me now, in an instant. The next time I shared my love with
my world, I was joined by my er, boss, with infinite power, and the
healing happened. I've been doing that four times year, since then. I
helped some of my students to establish contact with that infinite
power, which some know as God, so they could share that with their
worlds, because there is only so much of me to go around, and I won't
live forever as a material being. I could not let you miss what you
could have, and should have."
There was silence. I said "Hmm, don't all speak at once." There were
a few startled laughs. One brave reporter said, "Can you tell us what
that task was?" I said "I was required to save a people from
extinction." One said, after some more silence, "You said you lived
many lives. What is your oldest?" I said "Your suspicion is correct,
and I had given that information to some of your people when I first
came here. My first life was 74,000 years ago. I was Attin." There was
a lot of shocked murmuring. I said to the President near me, so the mic
could hear, "At least they aren't silent this time." He almost laughed.
I said to the crowd, "That was why I knew who you were, as soon as I
saw the crew of the first of your ships to reach my world. My world
didn't, but my associates had known of my memories of that life from my
previous incarnation, so they were prepared for that encounter, a
little better than Admiral Krack was. He was REALLY surprised." They
laughed while Krack was nodding vigorously. I said "When I came here, I
gave your museum some recordings of my memories of that life. Yes, I
have a way to record memories into readable forms. Recently, my
abilities have increased, as I near the end of my final life, so that
now I can see any of the past I want to. As you might guess, I've been
doing a whole lot of research! I thought you might like to know as much
of your beginnings as you could, so I've been working on this for the
last few years. Now it's yours. I must say, as beginnings go, it was a
pretty good start." There were some expressions of positive feelings at
that. I said "What I've given your people, which includes the books and
movies from my memories, is as accurate as possible. I am unable to
lie. The movies are actual recordings from time. The different versions
are only different in the translated languages. More questions while
I'm still in the mood to talk?" Some smiles.
One said "Final life? Nearing the end of it? Could you explain that?"
I said "I have advanced too much. I can't come back now. My spirit is
just too big. No, I didn't eat too much." Some chuckles. I said "I
should already be gone, but I'm resisting the pull of my next
existence, so I can see my children grow up a little more. I estimate I
have about two years left. And I have a LOT more research to do! And
art, too." One said "You said you have students. Are they like you?" I
said "My students are of almost every intelligent compatible species we
know. In that way, we are not alike. Those you may meet, are like me in
abilities, if not exactly, and not quite so much, but they all love all
people, and are unable to act unjustly, and they can't lie. I see you
want to know why, and if you should believe that. No, I'm not insulted
by that doubt. You'll have to try much harder for that." Laughter. I
said "To learn and safely use the unusual abilities I have, one must be
clear of all faults in the mind. That means, no hate, prejudice,
selfishness, deceit, and no faults caused by lying, and one must have
and understand love. We have found no student of these advanced
abilities, who could advance without all that, in ANY species. When
they do succeed, they find out that if they try to lie, they lose some
abilities. That REALLY wakes them up. Soon after that, they can't even
choose to lie. It's just not part of who they are. Oh, and one more
thing. It's not a requirement, but it happens, anyway, even if they
didn't have it before. A sense of humor. We all have one. I think you
might have noticed mine." They expressed that they did.
A woman said, "You said you have children. Are you married?" I said,
"I'm sorry, but yes, I'm married." Some chuckles. I said "Rose was with
me for a short time here, when I was an Ambassador to you. We weren't
married then, but we were asked a lot if we were. I said then, we each
hadn't made any plans public, but I expected to be told what my plans
were." Laughter. I said "Being married now, proves it. I was powerless
to resist. Not that I ever wanted to." Knowing chuckles. I said in the
air, "Right, Rose?" She said in the air, "Absolutely!" I said "That was
her." One said "She watches you?" I said "Well, she doesn't consider me
too ugly." Laughter. I said "My best student. That being so, and
because we don't need to be, we are never really apart. In fact, I
think I would like to get back to her. So, thank you for letting me
talk. Now, if you so allow, I will give you my love." I glowed, and
grew larger, and opened my arms, and wrapped all who were there, with
all my love. Then I was joined for healing. When that was over, I
bowed, and then ported to a meeting room.
After a while, I was joined by the PA, the President, and the museum
director, and then Admiral Krack. The President said, "That went well.
It could have been a lot of trouble. Thank you." I said "You're
welcome. I've been in worse situations." I glanced at Krack, and he
laughed, and then they did. I said "Want to hear about the latest?"
They did. I told them about what I had been doing on Nagindra. There
were a lot of wows. They could see that Krack had known some of it. I
said "Yes, I told him, and to keep it quiet, too. We didn't want
anybody from the Confed to go looking for, er, disaster. No
temptations, no worries. They still aren't safe yet. Twenty years, I
think. We're watching, so they won't be allowed to even leave their own
space until we think they are civilized enough. Don't blame the Admiral
for not telling you all he knew. Would YOU want to disobey me in that
way?" They had to laugh while they were nodding. Krack was projecting
gratitude to me.
The President said, "Before you leave, there is something I want to
say. We can feel when different people do the love broadcasts. We can
feel when God joins it, and recognize the difference in that love. Your
love is so close to that of God, that is is very difficult to see any
difference in it." I said "I've been told that. I think the reason is I
am so close to being fully a part of that existence, that most of my
spirit is already there, which is why I can see the past. In that
place, all time is one." He said "You can see the future?" I said "In
this form, to see it is to change it. So, I can see many futures, but
can't be sure which one will actually happen. It's VERY difficult to
explain." They nodded acceptance. I stood, and said, "If you need me
before I go, make it good!" I opened my arms, and hugged them with all
my love. Then I bowed and ported home.
In Rose's arms, she said, "Not too ugly. The king of understatements
keeps his crown." Hawk said, "No argument from ME!" He got poked. Then
there was a lot more poking of a different kind, with all of us, that
was a whole lot of fun.
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