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Date: Wed, 16 Mar 2016 21:49:22 -0500
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Solomon's Private File #157
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 #157 "After Monster on CNN"
START Page
There was a LOT of comment about the sex abuse show on CNN. Some
condemned me for showing sexual things. Some made comments that showed
they didn't understand why and what was in it. Most of the comments
were mostly positive, women's support groups the most. What surprised a
lot of people were the responses of religious leaders. Almost all of
them said the revelation that I was a Prophet was, in effect, old news
to them. It was obvious to them, and had been for some time. They also
said that I had never abused that status, and had never commanded them
to do anything. I had sometimes given them wise and valuable advice,
though, in friendship, love, and respect. All of that caused even more
interesting comments. A lot of Jewish leaders said with a lot of pride,
"We knew that." Caused a lot of grins.
Then the older son of the monster posted a video comment, and it went
all over. He said, "I love Solomon. My brother loves him. My mother
loves him. Of all the people we know who are living today, we finally
have somebody we can look up to, respect, to want to be like, to trust
with all who we are, to love without qualifications. He is the most
powerful and wise, who wants to love us as one human being to another.
He is only a man, but for him, 'only', has a different meaning. He is
our greatest man. He cares for us. He feels our pain and suffering. I
know, because I experienced it with him, when God spoke to us. All who
love Solomon should do their best to stop pain and suffering, ALL pain
and suffering, of all humanity, so he won't feel as bad for us. And
because it's what God wants us to do. I don't know if we can really
make a difference, but I think we should try. We owe it to God, to
Solomon, to our fellow human beings, and to ourselves." He pulled his
little brother to him into the video, and said to him, "What to you
think of Solomon?" He said, leaning his head on his older brother,
"He's nice. He's smart. He's funny. I love him. He loves ME! I think
wow about that a lot." They grinned at each other, and hugged. The
video ended.
That went viral, and caused a lot of very good comments. He was asked
to appear on TV shows. He declined, saying, "I've said all I know about
this. Saying it again and again, well, you don't need me for that,
you've got the video. I think it would be bad for my family if I tried
to take advantage of this attention that I don't believe I, or anybody
else, deserves. And it just isn't who I am or want to be. I still have
some growing up and learning to do. I think I should get to work on
that now." That caused even more good comments and praise. I asked to
port to him, and said in a hug, "I know! You just can't win!" We
grinned and hugged with love. He was offered a lot of full
scholarships, including from Tibet.
They were looking at me very strangely at the Bureau office again. I
said, because there were clients there, "Alright you Solomon fans. Hear
this! He's the same person he was before. That he's just got an extra
title doesn't change who he is or was. We've got jobs to do. We can't
all go to pieces every time he's in the news, or the stores won't have
have any glue left." Some smiles and chuckles. I said, "Really sticky
situation." More of the same. I said to the applicant who came with me
More chuckles.
He gave me his file. I said, "With all this, you want to be a Special
Agent?" He said, "I don't have the urge to listen to peoples' troubles
in an office. I want to DO something about them in real life." I said,
"Thought about teaching?" He said, "I have, and I'll probably do that
some day. I think I should have some real life experience first." I
said, "We'll see." We did the tests. I said, "Hmm, why did you decide
to study psychology in the first place?" He looked a little nervous. He
said, "My mother has problems. I wanted to learn why she did what she
did." I said, "You didn't try to manage the tests. I applaud your
honesty. What do you think they showed that we need to discuss?" He
sighed, and said, "Mother fixation. I blame too much of my problems on
her." I said, "A little. It's your father you blame for letting it
happen." He did some reevaluation, and said, "I think I see that.
You're good!" I said, "We have the best in the world here. That doesn't
stop at my Department door. I can't approve you now. If you still want
to work for us, there is an option. Want to hear it?" He said, "I do."
I said, "Two weeks of your own self analysis. Go back and look at all
the times your mother did something bad, and extrapolate what would
have happened if your father had interfered in it at different levels,
for each incident. Consider the family dynamics and environment. Then
look at what he really did to help, that you might not have been aware
of then. Then come back and we'll do this again. Willing?" He said, "I
never expected this! Yes, I'll do it! Thank you very much!" I said,
"I've marked your file to be held. Please bring it back with you to
personnel." He left feeling a little different.
Then there was some noise in reception. I went out there, and they
were all commenting on the latest news. The Pope had made some rulings.
They were all saying wow. He said, in part, "Sex outside of marriage is
still a sin, and homosexual sex is still a sin, equal to sex outside of
marriage, but it isn't nearly as important as many other sins, such as
adultery and the other Commandments. Therefore, in support of equal
human and civil rights, homosexuals should be allowed to marry, because
marriage isn't just about sex, but more about love of each other,
creating a family, and caring for children, and not specifically about
how children come into a family. Science has determined that human
major sexual orientation is biological, and not learned or decided, and
cannot be fully changed. God has made them as he has made all of us,
and we MUST respect that, or we do not respect God. The Church has no
business in ruling on what consenting adults do in private in their own
bedrooms, or that they are assumed to do anything at all but sleep. The
Church will not support any group or organization that supports
discrimination against any person, and that includes for reason of
sexual orientation. We forbid any of our facilities, our name, our
money, to be used in support of anything that is intended to be against
homosexuals because of their homosexuality. In support of this
decision, Priests are allowed to perform marriages for homosexual
couples. We forbid the Church to be involved in any way in any
political action that supports discrimination against homosexuals or
other minorities. We go one step further. We are the sole authority
among our faithful for the positions and rulings of the Church. This
applies to Catholics who seek political office. We reserve the right to
denounce any Catholic who wants to promote his religion in his campaign
in any way that we find objectionable. We will NOT be made a political
pawn for those hungry for power! We support religious tolerance and
respect for ALL faiths. To us, Christians who do not, are not good
Christians."
There were a lot of wows. One said, "I think Solomon made them do
it." I said with a grin, "I think he might want his Cardinals to think
that, by announcing it so close to Solomon's er, promotion. Remember he
said that Solomon didn't order them, in a previous announcement. And
consider this. The Pope has been friends with Solomon's family since
before he was born. Would they be that friendly to one who felt
strongly against gays?" An applicant said, "I think you're right. He
only orders criminals. Good persuader, though." One said, "With who he
is. With that, it wouldn't take much, because, well, how often has he
ever been wrong or unjust?" One said, "Do you think the Cardinals
appose this?" I said, "He can't speak in public unless they allow it.
They control all access to the Pope. They must have voted in favor of
it, minus a few heart attacks." Chuckles. I said, "Enough now, back to
work." I went back into my office with another applicant.
She said, "Do that a lot?" I said, "Have to. Serious Solomon fans.
Disruptive." She said, "Is it true about access to the Pope?" I said,
"For all heads of state and religions. For even me. You don't see me
unless you can get by reception. The Flapper principle. One of the
stories in Gulliver's Travels. It's not a children's book, but full of
biting satire." She said, "Oh. Interesting. I've got to read that." I
said, "So, you don't want to work for the IRS anymore?" She said,
"They're all bastards." I said, "Oh, you know their parents?" She
chuckled. She said, "It's very competitive, and supervisors hound you
to get money from people who don't have it. I know the job, but I'd
rather do that to real criminals." I said, "I can appreciate that." We
did the tests, and she was approved.
The Russian Orthodox Patriarch announced much the same as the Pope.
Then the Ayatollah did, saying they had already made that decision, and
weren't persecuting homosexuals anymore, but were now asking the
elected government to stop that, too. Then the President of Iran
announced that he would do as the Ayatollah had asked, not because he
was asked, but because it was right and just. He called on all nations
of the world to act to remove such unjust laws, and all societies to
practice tolerance and equal justice for all, including women. I sent
him a note that simply said, "Thank you."
The King of Saudi Arabia wanted to meet with me, with his Foreign
Minister. I ported to his office with a big grin. He chuckled. I said,
"I didn't." He said, "I didn't ask you if you did." I said, "I know.
All of them were in the process, and were planning to announce it, and
used my TV thing to kind of spread the blame." He said, "Did they know
in advance?" I said, "Er, possibly, a little. Well, I showed it to them
before the broadcast. I knew they would try to beat each other to
comment on it first, but I thought it was too important to risk them
making terrible mistakes in haste." He said, "Wise. I withdraw my
complaint I was going to make." I said, "A little too soon. The Grand
Ayatollah was one of them. I have to be fair. You know that." He
sighed, and said, "I know. We will not change." I said, "He knows that,
and is all grins about it." He had to laugh.
He said, "In a past life, were you of some importance to Islam?" I
said, "I have not said so, but the Ayatollah has good reason to suspect
it. He is VERY intelligent, which seems to be a surprise to all." He
looked thoughtful. I said, "He could be a good friend, if you both
forgo political things in the relationship." He said, "And to you?" I
said, "And with the President, a beginning. We have hugged." He sighed
and said, "You will make things happen, even if we don't want it, just
in being you." I said softly, "Is that so bad?" He said, "No, it isn't.
We have already instructed the courts to not hear cases of
homosexuality, except where it happens in public, like any other sex
act." I said, "A good start. I couldn't ask you for that." He said, "I
know. Not even any homosexuals in our Ministries could ask. Yes, I
know, and I still love him." He hugged the Minister, who was very
surprised. The King said to me, "You have proved your point. He is a
GOOD man." I said, "I'm happy for you both." He said, "You knew?" I
said, "I feel the emotions of people, including sexual attraction. In
his case, it was only a matter of degree. Even fully heterosexual men
can feel a sexual attraction to me, and produce some physical evidence
of that in a hug. Even those from other planets. Yes, I've been poked a
lot." They chuckled.
I said, "There is still the matter of equality of women." He said,
"We are working on that, but it's been very difficult. There are women
who demand it to happen too fast, and women who don't want it to
happen, and a lot of fearful men, who would never admit that." We all
grinned. I said, "Men sleep. Women have knives. They should fear." He
said, "Rightly so. We are trying." I said, "I know, and I appreciate
that. A little gift. I have objected to the Ayatollah in the names of
the Prophet and Ali, about the large images all over Iran of him. He
didn't argue." He said, "Thank you. Were you them?" I said, "A little
thought will tell you I could not have been both of them at the same
time." They chuckled. I said, "I prefer not to tell who I was in the
past. I should not accept honors or blame for the good and bad I did in
past lives, because while I have learned much from those lives, I am
not now those people, and am not responsible for them." He said,
"Wise." I said, "That's what he said." I had to grin at his expression,
and he chuckled. I said, "But I did tell him some other things. Should
I assume that you would like to hear of them?" He said, "Yes you
should!" I said, "One of my group was, in a past life, the Prophet
Muhammad, and some time after that, a Pope of the Catholic Christians,
but does not as yet remember those lives, and may never remember them."
The Minister said, "Wow!" I said, "I agree." Amazed chuckles.
The King said, "You can see the past. He would have wanted to know
what happened to the Twelfth Imam." I said, "I'll tell you only if you
promise to keep it a secret. It is for him, because it is of his faith,
to reveal. I feel you calculating, master politician that you are. Yes,
that you HAVE kept it secret for him, would be very much appreciated."
Embarrassed, he chuckled. He said, "We agree." He looked at the
Minister, who nodded. I said, "The Eleventh Imam was poisoned by one of
his wives while they were in partial captivity. The Twelfth ran away in
fear of his life, with help, for all the politics and intrigue that
caused that death. He lived most of the rest of his life as a popular
story teller. Some of his stories are now well known and loved, some,
in part, for the wisdom they contain." They both said in surprise,
"Oh!" I said, "That, too." The Minister said, "You have said you were a
teller of stories in the past. Were you him?" I said, "My own people
want to assume I was, but I have not told them." They took the hint. I
said, "In the old days, many holy people were tellers of stories as a
way of teaching people who couldn't read. The Buddha was one. Jesus
was, just to name a few. No, I was not them, and I didn't know them.
Oh, don't be so disappointed! Wasn't I being the first Solomon, enough
for you?" We all grinned, and we hugged, and I ported away.
The former bathroom bomber came into my office. He said, "I knew when
we met." I said, "That the meeting place smelled bad?" He smiled and
said, "That you were a Prophet." I said, "There is a problem with that.
A very emotional word that has a lot of meanings attached to it that
are different in many ways for a lot of people. No one person can be
all of those things, which ranges from an ignored messenger, to the
master of all the world. Don't be fooled by desired labels, for like
any label, they cannot describe true reality. I'm Solomon, and that's
who I am. If you want a title, libraries are full of them." He said,
"Was the Twelfth Imam as funny as you?" I said, "Yes." He grinned in
triumph. I said, "Sorry. It might not be as you might think. You know I
can see back into time. The Grand Ayatollah asked about him." He said
in surprise, "You know him?" I said, "I have visited with him more than
once, and we have not disliked each other." He said, "Wow!" I said,
"True. A very intelligent and wise man." He was speechless. Then he
said, "You are doing what the Mahdi is said to do when he comes." I
said, "Another title. A label of convenience. Why can't I be just me?
That's who I am." He said, "But you were the first Solomon." I said, "I
have his life memories, but that doesn't make me him, any more than you
knowing something about me, makes you me. We are different unique
people, no matter what past life memories we have. No, I do NOT have
the urge to split babies in half!" He had to smile. I got up and we
hugged with love.
A woman came into my office. I said to her, "I heard you out there
saying you didn't believe in Solomon. Please tell me why you were moved
to announce that in here of all places, a psychology center." She said,
"So you believe in him?" I said, "Why do you have that opinion?" She
was confused. I said, "Why do you assume that a person who asks why you
said something, must believe in him?" More confusion. I said, "I'm not
questioning your beliefs, but only why you had to announce it in
public." She said, "Oh." I said, "But you assumed otherwise. Why?" She
was confused again. I wrote in her file, and gave it back to her. I
said, "Please take this back with you to Personnel." She said, "Does
this mean I'm not approved?" I said, "All applicants go back." I said
with a smile, "The files won't walk back by themselves." She smiled,
and said, "But you didn't answer my question." I said, "We don't
usually say. Reaction in both directions can be er, distracting." She
said, "But I want to know." I said, "I'm aware of that. And that's why
you are not approved. We prefer people who can answer questions
intelligently, and most importantly, about what they say in public. You
don't seem to be able to do that. We don't care about personal beliefs,
just about what you do with them. Have a nice day." She walked out,
still trying to figure out what I meant, saying, over and over again,
"I'm not approved", like she couldn't believe it.
A man came into my office. He said, "The previous applicant said she
was disapproved. Was that because she said she didn't believe in
Solomon?" I said, "No, because she was unable to comprehend my question
of why she wanted to say it. We can't have our people saying things in
public without knowing why." He said, "I see. A lot of that here?" I
said, looking in his file, "Oh, an accountant. Someday psychologists
will figure out why somebody would want to do that." He laughed, and
said, "But you still use them?" I said, "Have too. Even less do we know
why they want to be IRS agents." Loud laughter. He said, "Does
everybody here have a sense of humor like you do?" I said, "I'm often
told no, in relief." Chuckles. We did the tests. He was approved. He
wanted to know, I said, "Not again. You know what I mean." He nodded
with a smile, and left.
I was asked to see the Director. He said, "So you're a Prophet now."
I said, "It's just a label that means too much to people who need
labels instead of actual thinking. Don said all of my group are
Prophets, and the label fits them just as well. I'm no different
between when I wasn't called that, and after I was, except being a
little annoyed with it." He said, "It's good to know. I liked you as
you were. Still do. Thanks." I said, "That's ALL?" He nodded. I said,
"Too bad all our meetings aren't as short." Chuckles. I said to my
newly appearing pink elephant, "Come Fido. We're not wanted here." At
the door, the Fido looked over his shoulder at him, and wiggled his
butt at him and honked, and he was laughing well as I left.
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