Solomon's Private File #155
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 21 in this story, in the Spring of 2047.
Solomon's Private File #155 "Real Men Don't Rape"
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George said to me, "We have a problem." I said with a groan, "When
don't we?" He said, "True, but this time it's literally true. WE have a
problem. There was a rape in a Scientology center. That's bad enough,
but it was committed by a Mormon against a Scientology underage girl.
She won't talk. Her family convinced her not to, but they're feeling a
little too murderous to be ignored. This was after hours, and none of
us were there. Here's the report of who discovered it." He pushed it at
me. Our rep there felt the unease in the building the next morning, and
probed for the reason. I said, "A lot there know, but it's not public
yet. A job for me. I'm on it."
I asked the see one of the Mormon Apostles. In his office, I said,
after polite things, "There is a problem." I told him about it. He was
very angry. I said, "I understand, but anger doesn't help anybody.
Count to twelve?" He looked strangely at me, and then said with a
slight smile, "I get the reference, Master Psychologist. He should be
punished, but that would make it public, which we would rather not have
happen. I know something of you, Master Researcher. What else has he
done?" I sighed, and he grinned. I said, "Under control?" He nodded. I
told him. The perp had done that before, to some of the Faith
babysitters, and had unjustly beat his own son, and in a way that would
be considered sexual abuse. He said, under tight control, "We repudiate
him! We cast him out! This must go public as an important lesson. We
will NOT tolerate anything like this among our people, and ALL, not
just our own people, should know this." I said, "I knew you would say
that. I had faith in you." He pushed his feelings of love and humility
at me.
He said, "I ask you for help in this. Please contact all our
Apostles, and give them a recording of this meeting, right away, and
help them to communicate their wishes." I did just just that. Only one
was slightly against making it public. I said, "Now I go to inform the
head of that er, Church." We hugged with love. At the Scientology
Headquarters in California, I met with the leader. I told him what
happened, and then played back the Mormon meeting. He said, "I agree.
We can't and shouldn't keep this quiet. But there is a problem. The man
in charge of that center should have told me." I said, "He suspects,
but has no direct evidence." He said, "Would you port him here for me?"
I said, "If he agrees to it. Not yet complicit." He said, "Please." I
called that man, and said, "This is Solomon. I'm in the California
Center, with your boss. He has requested that I port you here, now. Do
you agree to this?" He said, "May I have a minute to tell my people
that I'll be away?" I said, "Yes. I'll wait." He did some talking to
some people and came back to the phone. I said, "When you hang up and
let go, I'll port you." He sat with us, and I briefed him.
He said, "There were rumors, only. I asked the victim, but she denied
it. Who would think a MORMON could do such a thing?" The leader said
with a sigh, "I have to agree. I should have been told, but I
understand why you didn't. It's going public. The whole thing, and
more. He did a lot more at home." The other center leader made a silent
"oh". He said, "My full support all the way! We're supposed to be
helping people, not raping them!" He was almost in tears. I hugged him.
We made plans, and with the Mormons. They all called it twisted. Me,
too.
I did some prep work, convincing the babysitters to talk about what
happened. They cooperated after they learned it was all going public,
even if they didn't. I said, "Work with us, and you have some control
over what happens. Don't, and things will happen that you will not have
control over. Either way, he's going to be punished, and people will
know what happened, even if we don't release your name. Babysitter
would be enough to tell them who, and we can't hide that." They had to
agree. So did their families, and agreed to go along with my plans.
I asked to meet with the family of the most recent victim, privately
in their home. They agreed, but were very nervous. She was their only
child. I said, "You're good people. I know that. We all know that some
people are not good. Let me tell you about one of those. He's a man.
Let's call him Max. He likes to hurt people. It makes him feel
powerful, and it stimulates him sexually. I know that's embarrassing to
talk about, but he counts on that, to help him to escape punishment.
Let me tell you some of what he's done. He pays his babysitters a lot
of money, because he rapes them when he can. His younger son is
terrified of him, but he can't tell you why. Just mentioning it, sends
him into a screaming fit. If it weren't for the healing broadcasts, he
would have to take hormone shots for the rest of his life. Yes, many
times his testicles were beaten to almost a pulp by his father, so
often he can't even think about it now, without reliving all that
absolutely horrific torture. He may never live a normal life. His older
brother feels so helpless and depressed about all that, and the
repeated rapes of his mother, that he's tried to kill himself three
times. His family won't talk about Max, for fear that it will all be
worse, and that he'll kill them. I know all this, because the Mormon
Church knows what happened to you, Susan, after those of Scientology
suspected, and asked me to do time research on him. Unfortunately, none
of that is admissible in court."
I said, "We can make all this public, and we intend do, but that by
itself won't be able to stop him from continuing to do this. Unless
someone testifies who isn't a neighbor or family member. I know you're
good and caring people. I hope you will do the right thing, and help us
to stop this monster." They were all crying. I gave them a box of
tissues. The father looked at them strangely, and said, "I've never
seen plaid tissues before." I said, "Just a thought, in honor of your
heritage. Oh, right. Now you know it's really me." Some tentative
smiles. The mother said, "The babysitters won't testify?" I said, "At
present, not until somebody else does it first. That's a common thing
in these cases." The father said, "I'm a criminal lawyer, ADA. That's
sighed and nodded. She said, "I have to do it! And I don't want any
plea bargain! He has to have it all out in a real court! What he did to
his family is terrible!" I said, "Wow!" They looked with pride at their
courageous daughter. They hugged her. I said, "I admire your courage.
I've been raped in some of my past lives, as a woman and as a boy, and
I've been tortured many times. I KNOW how it is." We all hugged with
love and tears.
I said, "If he pleads guilty, very little will go public. But I have
humor, that's twisted. Don't become a lawyer, at least not in this
State, please!" We exchanged hard grins.
The Apostle contacted Max, and invited him and his family to a
function in his honor at the local Scientology center. I played the
event organizer, in disguise. Max, his wife, and his older son arrived
and were escorted to the big conference room that was divided up with
curtains. I said to him, "Sir, I believe your entire family was asked
to be here. Isn't one missing?" He said, "My younger son wasn't feeling
well, he's at home with a babysitter." I said, "Oh, I see. We'll have
to make other arrangements. You're a little early, or the others are a
little late. You know how these things go, with important people.
Please be seated while we work this out." He said, "Important people?
Who are they?" I said, "The leader of Scientology is here, and an
Apostle of LDS is coming! Yes, wow is right! And there will be local
community leaders, too. This is a BIG event! You must be really
important yourself, to be a part of all this." He tried to look modest,
but failed.
I went away and said loudly behind the scenes, like I was a real
event organizer, "Those lights belong over THERE! Can't you do anything
right? It's almost time! Hurry! Oh, thank you. We like to have the
local police involved to help control things." They actually were
there, and nodded grimly. So did the prosecutor and Mayor. They knew
who I was. The two raped babysitters were there, with the young son. He
didn't know what was going on. Then more chairs were brought in, and
set up in different sections. The local Scientology leader came in and
said, "We're starting." The studio lights were turned on, and the
obvious cameras were started. He said, "Going to be broadcast to our
other centers and Mormon churches." He introduced the full leader of
Scientology, who said, "We are gathered here to have a special
function. We are honored to have with us, presiding, an Apostle of the
Church of Jesus Christ and Latter Day Saints, Robert Jones." He came in
and expressed gratitude for the introduction and the use of the
facilities. He said to Max, "You have been a valuable member of our
church, and an assistant in our cooperative efforts with the Church of
Scientology. We are moved to acknowledge and modify your status, in
recognition of all you have done."
He took out and put one of my lie detectors on a table. He said to
Max, "I know it's embarrassing, but I require you to answer fully,
truthfully, my questions about your activities." He said, "I will,
Apostle." I had my Ki focussed on him, with requirements to answer with
the truth, all questions. The Apostle said, "In your volunteer
activities in service to youth members, did you rape this girl?" He
pointed to a picture on a large screen monitor. Max was totally
surprised, and horrified. So was his wife, but there was a note of
satisfaction in her, too. His older son figured out what was happening,
and was so relieved he almost fainted. I said in his ear, "Steady
there. Only you can hear this. I'm Solomon, and your family's suffering
is ending, and his is beginning. Please don't interfere. Agree, nod
slightly." He did. I said, "Good. We'll talk more later. Always
remember, I love you." He had some tears flowing, that he didn't wipe.
Max clearly didn't want to, but he said, "Yes." Apostle said, "Yes
you raped her?" He said, "I have to say it, yes, but only once, and I
never did anything like that before or since." The detector flared red.
Apostle said, "You are not to lie to me!" That girl, Susan, came in
with the two babysitters. The boy was with Mom, still behind the
curtains. Apostle said, "Did you rape these two girls, babysitters for
your family?" He screamed,"NO!" Red flash. All three girls said, "You
raped me." Images on the screed showed the start of each rape. Multiple
times for the babysitters. Apostle said, "You can't escape the truth. I
won't permit it. Say it!" Max sobbed and said, "Yes, I did it." Apostle
said, "Did you rape your wife?" He looked horrified at her. She said,
"He did, many times, the monster, and threatened to kill me if I told!"
I was there as the organizer. I removed my disguise. He saw me and
screamed, "Noooooo!" He did it again when Mom brought out his younger
son. Apostle said to Max, "Did you deliberately, multiple times,
sexually torture your own son?" Max and the boy screamed, but the boy's
shrill screams were the more terrible. He crumpled into a ball, holding
his groin, screaming continuously. I was there for him, and said,
"Never again! What you're feeling now is just a memory, and that will
get better soon. Do you understand me?" He quieted and said to me,
"Really?" I said, "Yes, really. Part of this is to help you see that,
so you KNOW it can never happen again." He hugged me tightly, and cried
in relief. I said to him, "You shouldn't see and hear what happened to
you that I'm going to show them with your permission. I know it's
embarrassing, but I think people should know, so they can help to
prevent this from happening to other children. Will you be brave for
me, for them?"
He said, "Really embarrassed! But it will help?" I said, "I hope so,
and knowing that, will help you, too. That what happened to you will
not be all bad, but that some good can come from it." He said, "I trust
you. Show it." I said, with my own tears, "Thank you. I'll cover your
face in the recordings. I hope people can understand how incredibly
brave and good you are." I kissed him with love. I showed it all,
including him being naked, and the physical damage, and his horrible
screaming, and choking on his own vomit. His mother had heard the
screams, but had not imagined how bad it really was. She cried. Her
older son cried. They held each other. Max just stared, transfixed. I
said, "We all see this. You see this. Tell us, did you do this?" He
shook his head, and mouthed a silent no. I said, "We can't hear you."
He said "NO!" Red flash. I said, "That's one of my lie detectors
flashing red. ANSWER ME TRUTHFULLY! DID YOU DO THIS TO YOUR SON, ALL
THOSE MANY TIMES?" He sobbed, "Yes!" Apostle said, "Why did you rape
these girls and your wife?" He said, "I don't know!" Red flash. Apostle
said, "Truth!" He said, "Because I wanted to!" I said, "Because you
liked their suffering?" He said, "Yes. I couldn't help it." Red flash.
Apostle said, "And what you did to your son? Why?" He said, "He was
bad." I said, "Oh, that's good. Thank you. So he was bad. You were bad.
That means we should do that to you. Don't you agree?" He screamed,
"NO!" I said, "But that would be fair. More than fair, actually. What's
the matter, can't take your own perverted monstrous medicine?" More
sobbing. I said, "Are you a coward?" He said, "Yes!" I said, "I knew
that."
I nodded to the local Scientology leader. He said to Max, with tears,
"We are here in this Center to HELP people, not to rape them! We
trusted you! We could never believe a MORMON could ever do anything
like you did." His leader stepped forward and said, "That's true.
You're a monster! I couldn't believe anybody like you could exist. I
feel dirty even being the same species as you. We HAVE to work harder
to help people to improve themselves so this can never happen again!"
The Apostle said, "You are not of us! You have never been of us! We
were fooled into thinking you were, but no more. We repudiate you! We
cast you out! You have NO religion! We will support your victims, not
because we are legally responsible, because no one is but you, but
because they should be supported, as all Godly people should do to
help, which is why we are here for this." The Leader of Scientology
said, "We stand together in this." They actually linked arms. I joined
them, and said, "And so do I. All others who would like to help, are
asked to contribute what they will, to a support fund that will be
established for this purpose."
The police came in and arrested Max. I said, "Wait. The consequence.
I won't do the rapes for him because he might actually enjoy that.
Instead, he will feel what he made his son feel, fully, once every day
for the rest of his life, and he will always feel some of that pain,
constantly, to remind him always of what he did. Even if he should
castrate himself, he will not avoid the constant pain, because it's of
the mind, and not the body, and he may not kill himself, or ask anybody
to do it for him. Best keep him in isolation, soundproofed. It will
start 30 minutes after he's in a cell." They nodded. He was led away,
screaming, "NO!", over and over again. The chief of police said,
"You'll give me the recording, and the other evidence?" I said, "Here."
The Prosecutor said, "I don't think we'll need any more from you, and
the victims and witnesses, but availability?" We all said yes. I said,
"And this is going on the air." He said, "Good. What a lesson!" We
agreed, and he left. I said to the wife, "Here's his bank account
information. They've been notified about the change, and LDS has added
some to it, to help." She had tears of gratitude. The wife of the
Apostle said, "If you'll have me, I'll stay with you for a while, to
help. You need it." They hugged with tears. I said to the older son,
"You're the man of the house now, but you are NOT alone. Your church
will give you any help you need, and maybe even more than you need at
times." He had to smile a little. I said, "They want to help. Even need
to. Let them have that." He nodded, and said, "They say you're wise. I
see that. You said you loved me during the er, roast. You love
everybody, but you don't say that to each person, I know. A precious
gift I'll always treasure, with love." We hugged. I whispered loudly,
"You're pretty good with embarrassing people." He tried not to laugh.
I knelt down in front of the younger son and said, "Strange time,
huh?" He grinned and said, "Darn right!" I said, "You'll help your
mother and brother?" He said, "I will!" I said, "They're going to treat
you a little strangely for a time. Well, they didn't know all that
actually happened. Just part. Let them get used to it?" He said, "I
didn't think of that. You're really smart!" I said, "Oh. Thanks. I
think you're pretty smart yourself, to notice that." He almost glowed
with pride. I stood and said to all, "I'm going to try something
different. The victims here need mental health services to help to
recover from what happened to them. That could take a lot of time. I
want to see if we can do something better, with a little help from my
Boss. All here are welcome to participate in joining with me when I ask
for that help." They gathered around me. I started an enhanced love
broadcast, and stretched my time. I reached and was joined. Together,
we did what was needed. I learned a lot during that. Then I brought my
time back to normal, to hear God tell them very clearly, "Solomon is my
greatest Prophet, for all the multi-universe. He speaks and acts for
me. Let that be known to all." I said to him, "Dear Boss, did you
REALLY have to do that?" He said with humor, "No, but I wanted to. Live
with it." We exchanged personal love, and then he was gone, and I
stopped the broadcast.
Even Mom was looking at me in absolute awe. I said to her, "Told you
He had a sense of humor." She said, "That you did. God said you are His
greatest Prophet for all the multi-universe. Wow!" I said, "I hear that
a lot." Hawk ported in and said, "You're aura is bigger." I said, "This
embarrassing thing. It never ends!" Some chuckles. Mom said, "You WILL
include this in the recording!" I said, "And if I don't?" She said, "He
said He wanted all to know that you speak and act for Him, so I will,
and if you block me, your own mother, I'll keep trying to do it until I
succeed." I gave her a little something. She looked at in her hand, and
said, "What's this for?" I said, "You wanted to succeed. Well, there's
one. A seed. For sucking." She groaned, and the young son laughed
loudly. I said to him, "Well, at least YOU liked it, my buddy." We
hugged. She gave the seed back to me. I put it in a special display
box, like a trophy, with inscriptions. I said to the young son, "Please
accept my gift for you, for your bravery and intelligence, and for
love. May you always succeed in what you most want to do with your
life." He took it from me in speechless awe. "I said, "And because you
like my jokes." He grinned, and we hugged again. He whispered, "I love
you!" I said, "And I love you. Share your good heart with others, and
you all will be blessed with His love."
Then we arranged the transportation. Those who had driven, left,
including the healed victims. The Apostle said, "Is a Prophet higher
than a Saint?" I said, before anybody else could, "Depends on what they
were drinking and smoking." They had to laugh. I said, "May surprise
you, but I also meant that literally. Many of both, in history, used
er, medicinal help to make contact." Mom nodded and said, "He's right.
Shamans did. I was one in the only past life I remember." Hawk said,
"Saints are man declared so after they're dead, in Christianity. In
Buddhism, some are so, Buddhas, while living, and Solomon is such,
being enlightened. So, for him, being all of those things, the question
is moot." I said, "Moot, shmoot! I'm just Sol, a real person, who
wants, NEEDS, to be treated like a real and human person. Got it?" They
said they did. I said, "Oh, like I'm going to believe that." Chuckles,
pokes and hugs. Mom said, "Included in the broadcast." I growled, and
they chuckled more.
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