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Subject: +*+*+*+ Stephen's Secure Blog #447 "Al Jazeera" +*+*+*+
Date: Wed, 18 Feb 2015 18:33:45 -0500
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Stephen's Secure Blog #447
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 #447 "Al Jazeera"
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The Al Jazeera TV network asked me to appear on a show, a few days
after the last CNN show. I went to their headquarters in Qatar and
appeared in the studio. We all spoke in Arabic. They were VERY polite
to me, and called me El Stephen. There were a panel of experts and
reporters. One said, "We have studied what you have given us of the old
documents, and your analysis. We are very impressed by your scholarship
and objectivity. Thank you." I said "I am here to serve." He said "You
have said much about Jesus that is not in accordance with the Western
Bible. We have a great desire to know more of that." I said "To what
purpose?" He said, "I understand your caution. You don't want to cause
unnecessary disruption from that with those who believe the Bible. We
feel the same. Who wants another Crusade?" I nodded. He said "But we
would still like to know. Can you help us with that?" I said "I am not
the only person who has that information. Through strange
circumstances, some other religious leaders have what you are seeking.
Have you asked them?" He said "We have asked some of them. They have
refused. We have not asked the current Dalai Lama, because she is your
daughter, and would follow your lead." I said with a grin, "Then you
don't know her." The meeting became less formal with that. I said "She
remembers parts of some of her past lives as the Dalai Lamas. She
really is of Tibet now, and is only my daughter in love, not in
authority. She is their religious leader in true reality, and is
partially the Head of State, with the Regent. She will do what she
feels is best for her country and her religion, and probably for the
world, too."
One said "Would you ask her for us?" I said "No, but I'll ask her if
she wants to talk to you about it. Do you agree to that?" They all said
"We do!" I said "I just asked. Will you allow her to appear here?" They
really did. I stood, and so did they, and Kam ported in, looking very
small in her robes. We all bowed. She gave them some BDs and memory
cards, and said, "I will give you this for study only. Please do not
make it public. The leaders of the Christian religions who have this
should have the choice to let their people know the truth, or withhold
it from them. Please show them you respect that. Allow them to respect
YOU." They agreed, and accepted it, and thanked her. She blessed them,
and gave them her love, and ported away. They looked at me strangely. I
said "I did not tell her what to say. I didn't even know what she would
do. I see you have started to realize that there was more to what she
said, than you knew at first. Well, her mother would say that she
learned from the best." They nodded in wonder.
One said "Would you give us your life as Ishmael?" I gave them some
BDs and memory cards. I said "What is true, might not fully agree with
what some people might believe." He said "That is accepted. Solomon?" I
said "Who here didn't expect me to expect you to ask for that?" Some
chuckles. I said "I was Menelik, son of Solomon. I didn't spend my
whole life with him, only part." One said "Your son is named Solomon."
I said "We did name him that, even before he was conceived." That
surprised them for a few seconds. I said with a grin, "I like
surprising people into thinking." They chuckled. He said "Was he?" I
said "My son is his own person. It is his choice what he will reveal of
himself. If he was, it would be his decision to tell you. For now, I
think he will not, one way or another, until he has more time to study
what it will mean to his future, to lose some of his privacy, in making
any public statement." I said with a grin, "I see what you are
thinking, all over your faces. Yes, wisdom can be irritating and
frustrating, when it opposes your desires." They chuckled in
embarrassment.
One said "Your other lives?" I said "Already prepared for release,
and my research into time, too. But it can't be all at once. You would
drown in information, making the study of it less than fully effective.
No, I'm not going to take away from you the joy of discovery by telling
you what all of it is. You'll have to wait, just like everybody else.
Oh my, you do look funny." More chuckles.
One said "What is the will of Allah for us?" I nodded, and said, "The
will of Allah for all of humanity, is that you use the free will He
gave you, to improve yourselves, and to help ALL others to improve
themselves, with charity and good will toward ALL. Follow his Ten
Commandments, and they will help you to achieve Paradise on Earth, and
after this life. Some say that when a bad thing happens as a result of
the action of man, that it was the will of Allah, and so must be
accepted. That is NOT so. The will of man, any man, is NOT the will of
Allah, and no man may say that it is so, in truth. Allah does have a
plan for humanity, but man is not to know what it is, because he must
use his free will to choose his own future, good or bad. The actions of
man, are the sole responsibility of man. Remember always; people who
worship Allah, who does not in fact actually need the worship of
anybody, do so from religions other than yours, too. It is all the same
Allah, no matter what He is called, or what rituals are used to show
devotion. And remember this. To harm yourself or another in the name of
Allah, does NOT honor Him, but denies Him."
I let them have a minute of silence. Then one said, "Do you know what
the plan of Allah is?" I said "Yes." He said "How is it that you know?"
I said "For years, I have stayed in this life only by force of will.
Most of my spirit, being too big for this existence, is already with
Allah. A part of Him. That is how I know. I can't tell you what it is,
because it can't be understood by people who are only in this life. But
I can tell you it is a GOOD thing. Glorious, actually. Soon, I'll be
helping to manage that plan, more than I've been doing unknowingly in
many of my lives." Some nodded.
I said "I sense a feeling here. So like at CNN. You didn't know I
would say all this, and you have an urge to say wow." Some chuckles in
agreement. I said "I should say the usual thing; good!" More chuckles.
I said "Would you allow me to provide a copy of this program, with
translations, to other networks, if they pay you for it? I know you
never have enough money." The host said, "Please. We trust you to
bargain well." I gave them an evil grin, and said, "Absolutely!" They
laughed. They thanked me for being there, and I gave them my love
before porting away. Chad and Rose did the negotiations for the sale of
the show. It went well.
At home, Sol said, "That life is complicated. I was misunderstood by
practically everybody. Even violently. I didn't want to rule, but knew
I had to. All I really wanted to do was to study psionics." I said "So
you invited Priests from all over to come to you to share their
knowledge." He said "How was I to know that my people would view the
homes my guests occupied, as foreign Temples?" I said "Intolerance is
often a surprise to those who don't have it." He said "They called me
wise, but compared to you, I was like a little child." I looked down at
him on my lap, and we laughed.
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