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Solomon's Private File #151
These stories about Stephen and Solomon take place starting in
1950's. Stephen wrote about his life in letters to a penpal, and then
in a secure blog, in case he lost his memory again, in the master
computer in his school for gifted students, which he started attending
in 2016 in a new incarnation, until his death. Now his son Solomon is
attending the same school, and is writing in his own secure blog for
his future incarnations.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Solomon is 20 in this story, in the Winter of 2046-2047.
Solomon's Private File #151 "Problems, Problems"
START Page
I visited with most groups of Islamic militants around the world,
with similar messages. Some of what I was saying did get to the media
in bits and pieces, enough to give them a pretty good picture of what I
was doing. They asked me to do a show about it. I said, "My meetings
that you are asking about were in the nature of counseling sessions.
Even though I did most of the talking, that still makes them privileged
communications, so I can't tell you what was said and done in those
meetings." That was my only response, and they eventually stopped
asking.
Rangnorik came to me wearing a big grin, and said, "They are
discovering your repaired planets, and what the survivors are saying
about it. The healing has them all very interested." I said, "Couldn't
keep it a secret. So, what's the problem?" He said, "There isn't one,
much. Some more planets are asking around to find out how to contact
you, so they can er, use you, too." I said, "And their Guardians are
going nuts over that?" He grinned wider, and said, "Absolutely!" I
said, "Unintended but predictable. Will make them fall all over
themselves in giving you their kids to train, when you ask." He said,
"I thought of that. Not too unhappy with it." I said, "When do you
think you will be ready?" He said, "In about two years, I'll have
enough twin planet kid Senior Adepts to set up a school on my planet."
I said, "They'll notice." He said, "If not in isolation, yes. Plan to
use an island. Has to be my planet because there are no Guardians to
get in the way. They're bad socially, but interesting to study because
of it. I know isolation isn't the best, but we'll be visiting the other
schools for socializing." I said, "Some good thinking. Keep it up. Oh,
well, that, too." We took care of that right then.
Zander asked for a meeting. He said, "GC has a problem. A species
wants to join. Chlorine breather. Some in the GC oppose that." I said,
"Shouldn't you be talking to Rose about this?" He said, "I did. She
said let them in." I said, "Good. Do that." He almost growled. He said,
"It's the Tsuriss who are most opposed. They say they can smell the
chlorine on their suits." I said, "Sit them on the other side of the
hall." He said, "Can't. They are seated by area in space, and their
planets are close." I said, "You DO have a problem." He said, "I know!
Any ideas would be very helpful." I said, "Here's one. No amount of
scrubbing is going to remove the chlorine smell from their suits,
because the gas is very slowly, and in a very tiny amount, migrating
through the material of the suit, because the pressure they use is a
little higher than your atmosphere. Here's a better design for their
suits that they can make with their current tech, and convince them to
lower the internal pressure a little, and you will solve that problem,
but convincing the Tsuriss that it's solved, will take a little more
effort, which I'm sure you can provide. No, I will not have sex with
them until they are too exhausted to complain." He had to laugh. I
said, "Even though that sounds VERY interesting." More laughter. He
said, "Can I tell them all that you've said?" I said, "To the Tsuriss,
yes." Big grins. We hugged with love.
It was late evening in downtown Macon Georgia. A gang of late teen
men were beating up two people. I ported in, and said in command voice,
"STOP!" They did in big surprise, and tried to run. I didn't let them.
I informed the police, who were then on their way. I helped their
victims to stand. I said to the perps, "Why were you beating this
couple? Answer me!" One said, "Cause they're fags!" I said, "If they
were, why should that make you want to break the law and hurt them?" He
looked too confused to answer. I said, "I'll tell you why. You all have
some homosexual feelings. That's normal. Just ignore them. But instead,
you tried to take out your anxiety over that on other people, and
because it makes you feel powerful to beat up people, because you are
not powerful. That's very definitely wrong! There are two other issues
involved. One is that one of you is fully gay, and is trying to hide it
by being a bully. The other issue is that this man you beat up is not
gay, and neither is this woman!" They were really confused. One said,
"Not gay?" I said, "Not gay. A heterosexual couple. Engaged, actually."
Their victims nodded and the woman said, "We told them that, but they
were too stupid to understand." The man said, "Now I know how gays
feel, and it's terrible! They don't deserve this!" I said, "True. Would
you agree to me showing them how you felt about all this?" He said,
"They should know. Yes." She said, "I agree. We should all experience
the hurt we cause other people. Then there would be a lot less of
that." I said, "You are wise." I said to the man, "Lucky man!" He said,
"Don't I know it!" They hugged and kissed each other in real and deep
love.
I said to the perps, "The police are on their way. While we wait for
them, you will experience all your victims felt, in real time." They
did, and REALLY didn't enjoy it. The police arrived in the middle of
it. I told them what happened, and what was happening, and they agreed
to wait until it was finished. The perps were sobbing then, and some
apologized. I gave the police a written statement as witness. The perps
and their victims were taken to the station. Before that, I asked them
if I could give a recording of the event to the news media. They didn't
like it, but agreed so it could help other people to understand. I
dropped it off at CNN, and they ran it, with some good commentary.
In Los Angeles, in the early afternoon, three black men were beating
up a white man. An audience of black people were cheering the action. I
ported to the scene and said, "Stop!" They did, in surprise. I said,
"Why are you beating this man?" One said, "He don't belong here!" I
said, "That's not for you to decide. He has a right to be in any public
place in America, just like you do. But even so, why should you beat
him up for that?" He said, "So more of his kind won't come here." I
said, "So more welfare workers who were going to help an old woman with
her rent won't come here. You must really hate old women." He was
confused and then said, "I don't hate old women!" I said, "Then why do
you act like it?" He said, "I didn't!" I said, "You stopped and beat up
a man who was going to help her. So you DID act like it. Show me you
aren't too stupid to understand that!" He said a lot of angry words,
while his friends were trying to keep him from attacking me.
I said, "I've recorded this. I can show it to the police. I could
show it to your mother, and Mrs. Jones, who you stopped from receiving
necessary help. I should do this. But I might not if you apologize to
this man, and help him give the help he is here to give. After you feel
all that he felt in your attack. Are you man enough to do this?" He
said, "Are you saying I'm not man enough?" I said, "You are, or you're
not. That's up to you to show us all, which. I think you should,
because your friends aren't feeling a lot of love for you right now."
He looked around and noticed that. He said, "Alright, I'll do it." I
said, "And all here will feel it with you, for not only not stopping
you, but instead, cheering you on. Disgusting!" I broadcast it to all
the people over 15, and perps, present. Some cried. Then I healed the
welfare man, and they were in awe. I said "Why are you all looking at
me like that? If I can heal 37 planets at the same time, across many
light years distance, surely I can heal one man who's right in front of
me. Now go help him to visit with Mrs. Jones, and then help him back to
his office. Oh, and you four might discuss some possible community
projects that could use some help. Go." They did, and some followed.
An old man came out of a store, with tears in his eyes. He said to
me, "Thank you Solomon. This means a lot to us. You care!" I shared his
tears in a hug. I said, "God cares. Sometimes we just have to work out
our own problems, which are often of our own making, but I can't always
stand by and do nothing. I'm just one person, so I need to make the
personal help I give, work for more than just one person at a time.
Will you help this to spread?" He said, "I will!" I said to all, "God
favors those who help themselves and other people. Be good people. Help
others, and you will feel God's joy and blessing." I broadcast my Ki
enhanced love. Then I ported away.
I did similar things all over the world in my spare time. It was
becoming noticed by the world media, too. I was using a projection as
Jack in the Bureau, which was confusing some people there who had
suspected who I was. To that I just ignored, but with a slight smile
that confused them even more.
A woman jiggled into my office. I looked at her file. I said, "So
soon after surgery? She said, "What do you mean?" I said, "Recent
breast augmentation. I can see it still hurts you a little, and you
aren't used to the change in clothing that was necessary. You're using
a too small bra size. I see you want to know how I know this. We don't
just examine people with tests, but with our eyes, too, and I have a
wife who's breast feeding our child." She nodded acceptance. I said,
"You thought it would help your career?" She said, "I have to be
honest, yes." I said, "In some places, maybe, but not here. If our Head
of Personnel suspected it was happening, well, a lot of us here would
want to call in sick. Terrified, isn't an acceptable excuse." She
laughed. She said, "Good place to work?" I said, "Depends on the
matchup, which is where this office comes in. Hard work, but fair and
rewarding, for an executive assistant. You're well qualified. You
didn't need such an er, upgrade." We did some tests. I said, "Please
take this back with you to Personnel. Ask for Shirley, and ask her to
recommend a bra specialist. Your surgeon's nurse should have done that.
You also might need an exercise regimen to help your back." She said,
"Wow!" I said, "I'm a shrink. We care about the whole person, not just
bits and pieces." She said, "Thank you very much!" I said, "You're
welcome." She left. Galya said in my mind, "But you did look at them."
I said, "Sure. Don't worry, yours are much better. Natural all the
way!" Giggles.
A man walked in. I took his file. I said, "But I can see you." He
said, "Hope to be former spook." I said, "You think it will be
different with us?" He said, "I think so." I said, "And should we want
a deserter?" He said, "I think of it as more of a transfer." I faked
"You would have a demotion. Live with that?" He said, "I would, yes."
We did the tests. Then I said, "Now tell me why. All of it." He said,
"Confidential?" I said, "If needed, privileged." He said, "I request
that." I said, "In operation, except for some crimes that have been
committed in this country." He said, "Which crimes?" I said, "Judgement
call. Operational, some leeway." He nodded and said, "I'll trust to
that. We had an informant in the Chinese Embassy. He was going to turn.
I was ordered to kill him. Inside. I didn't know his wife would be
there!" He cried. I waited and said, "So that was you. Not much in the
news, but we here heard more. Local Embassy. CIA isn't supposed to
operate in the States, but we here don't do assassinations, so they
didn't ask. Stupid. They should have. There are other ways. They made a
big mess they didn't have to. But how does that cause you to be here?"
He said, "I didn't want to do that anymore. In self defense, I can, but
like that, no. And I agree. I knew there were other ways, but they
didn't care. Always the fast and brutal way. Expedience over
everything. I'm not like that. At least I don't think I am." I said,
"You're not." He cried in relief.
I said, "You're out of there. That's a definite. Psychological
disqualification and medical suspension with pay, if I have to push it.
And right now, that applies to the Bureau, also. You're still somewhere
in that embassy in your mind. That has to be settled. You've got some
good martial arts experience. I recommend you practice hard for a week,
full time. With a few breaks for meditation. Then see me. I'll clear it
with them. I see you suspect I'll do more. Make you feel better to know
they won't like it?" He grinned and said, "Yes. Thanks." I said, "You
do well, you should have a place here, if you really want it then." He
said, "I understand." We shook hands. I went to see Personnel. I
explained the problem. She swore. Then she said, "They should have
called you." I said, "Right. More involved, though. Director now." She
nodded. I asked to see him, and told him the whole story, and he swore,
too. I said, "Turf war doesn't help anybody, but this thing really
stinks. Director there didn't know until after. He can't fire the perp,
or that will go public." He said, "Take care of him, please!" We
exchanged hard grins. I ported to the office of the head of State. I
told her all about it. She said, "Supervisor going to get it?" I said,
"Hard." She said, "Good. I'll Inform the President, but I don't think
there's going to be any more action on it." I said, "Not my call. But I
AM going to talk to the Ambassador. After I voluntarily compel him to
secrecy." She said, "I can't officially approve of that." We nodded.
I made a secret appointment to see the Chinese Ambassador. After
polite things, I said, "I am here about the attack in your Embassy." He
said, "CIA?" I said, "You know they aren't supposed to operate here."
He said, "You will make them suffer?" I said, "Those responsible, will,
yes. But I'm not agreeing with you about who that is." He said, "But
you are not disagreeing." I said, "There is more involved, that if it
were exposed, you and your Embassy would have problems you would rather
not have, mostly from your own government." He said, "Oh! I think I
know what you mean. I see it now. Stupid all around!" I said,
"Absolutely! And you know those here are going to hear that, hard." He
grinned hard. I said, "One more thing. The man who did it was not the
right choice for it. He is psychologically damaged, and I don't know if
he will recover. He is suffering now, more than from any fair
consequence I would apply, which he would welcome, which is why I won't
Please tell him that we forgive him, that he was not fully
responsible." I said, "You are kind and wise. Am I correct that you
will not take this issue any further?" He said, "You are correct. It
would not help anything if it were exposed. I allowed a spy to operate
here!" I said, "But he was changing his mind." He said, "The reason for
the kill. A bad world we live in. But you are trying to make it better.
Please don't despair. I think you DO help." I said, "Thank you." We
hugged with love.
By appointment, I ported to the office of the Director of the CIA, as
me. I said, "Chinese Embassy." He nodded and called the responsible
supervisor in. He came in, and saw me, and almost fainted. I said to
the Director, "A good start." He showed agreement. I said to the
supervisor, "Chinese Embassy. Explain." He gulped and said, "We had an
informant there. He was having serious second thoughts. We had to stop
him from exposing our operation." I said, "I understand that.
Continue." Another gulp. He said, "His death was decided and set in
operation." I said, "Who decided?" He said, "I did. I had to act fast!"
I said, "Were you aware that it's against the law for your agency to
reason for that. Tell me, who do you think is in charge of foreign
relations in this country?" He said, "State?" I said, "I noticed you
didn't say the CIA. They weren't notified, even after the fact. Why?"
He said, "That wasn't my responsibility." I said, "Correct. It was your
Director's responsibility. If you had told him about it, which WAS your
responsibility. Why didn't you?" He said, "There wasn't time!" I said,
"No time for a few seconds of a call? No, you mean you thought there
was no time for them to discuss and decide what to do, what YOU wanted
to do, so you did it without permission. Tell me, do you know why your
Director has that job, and not you?" He didn't have an answer. I said,
"For one, he's smarter. And he has more connections than you do.
Including to ME." I nodded to him, and he said to the supervisor, "I
would have called Solomon, and he would have solved the problem nicely,
just like he's solving the problems you have made with this. Their
Ambassador knows why it was done, and who did it, but he won't talk. He
agreed to that, for something in return."
The supervisor was becoming really afraid. I said, "Your assassin is
psychologically damaged, and may never recover. He isn't getting a
consequence, because he wants to. Killing a spy is part of the
business, even one of yours. They know the risk. Doing it to your own
is extremely unethical and immoral, but mitigated as being part of this
silent war, even when unauthorized. Doing it in front of his wife is
NOT." I said in my command voice, "You will resign from this agency,
and never seek employment in any spy, security, or law enforcement
company or agency. You will never communicate anything that would harm
this agency, or me, or this country. You will have in your permanent
memory all that your victim's wife saw and felt of her husband's
murder, which will invade your awareness whenever you would have
happiness, and at other odd times. You will obey! Now leave my sight!"
He stumbled out the door. I said to the Director, "You have some
responsibility in this. That can't be avoided. State is telling the
President. I suggest you shove out a strong memo about this, mentioning
rolling heads, and other body parts. You probably won't be replaced, if
you act strongly on this. It's not your fault, directly, but too much
ride ahead, but I'll do the best I can. Thank you for your help." I
nodded, and ported back to my office.
By then, some of my other activities were becoming more known, and
they were looking strangely at me again. I just had to live with it.
Well, so did they.
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