Solomon's Private File #165
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 Fall of 2047.
Solomon's Private File #165 "With Cardinals in Rome"
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The fracking issue was in the news again. I released a statement,
"About fracking, I see it something like this. A family is hungry. The
father wants to buy some bread of a specific brand, even though there
are other brands available. There are two stores he knows of that cary
it. The closest one has bread that costs a little less, but it's likely
to be stale or moldy. The store that's a little further away has known
good bread, but it costs a little more. Now this family isn't poor, but
they don't have an excess of money. The father knows all this and
decides to go to the near store. He buys the bad bread, disregarding
the known risk, for foolish frugality. Soon, his family has one less
member in it, and the others are sick, but the father is still feeling
triumphant for his good bargain, for a brand of bread he didn't
actually need at such a real cost. And that he didn't eat the bread
himself." I showed it around, and Mom said, "Great one!" CNN liked it,
too. So did much of the public. Natural gas industry didn't like it at
all, causing no surprise at that. What surprised me was that my
statement actually worked, and there was less push for fracking. And I
didn't even say it was bad, or tell them not to do it! I'm not sure
parables are supposed to be so effective.
Pope Paolo asked me to meet with the Cardinals. I ported to his
office, and we walked to the meeting room. I said, "Same room my father
had a shower in?" He smiled and said, "The same." I said,
"Interesting." He just grinned. We walked in, and I was introduced. We
sat. Silence. I said, "Alright, questions?" One asked, "Were you
Jesus?" I said, "No. I see some questions that come from that. Did he
ever reincarnate normally, and do I know, if he did, who he then was?
Are you sure you want those answers?" They looked at each other, but
nobody said anything. Paolo said, "We do." The Cardinals expressed
relief. I had to grin at that, and they chuckled. I said, "You will be
the first to hear this. Oh! Lucky for you, you don't have my associates
yelling in your mind about this." Chuckles, and Paolo laughed. He said,
"I've seen this before, with his father, too." One said, "Why is that?"
He said, "At this level, Solomon and his father before him, often don't
know things until they need to. I think it's because they know so much,
it isn't all conscious with them, but is there when they need it. And
they like to save important things for important times, to make the
best of them." I said to him, "Can I borrow you to help explain things
to nosy people?" He laughed. I said, "An inducement; the job would have
high HPM." He said, "What is, er, let me guess; Hugs Per Minute?" I
stared at him, and said, "I didn't expect that." I said to the
Cardinals, "Wisdom and intelligence. Got a lot here. Better use that as
much you can." They really didn't think badly of that.
said, "Yes, Jesus reincarnated, and yes, I knew personally one of his
incarnations. The most recent full life, actually. So did my mother,
who is making even more noise in my head. I should explain something.
Holy people, which includes the enlightened, such as the Buddhas, who
qualify to join with God, can choose to reincarnate and be a teacher.
The Dalai Lamas are examples of that. Oh, I see you're feeling better
about this now. Who knew recycling could apply to religion?" Some awed
chuckles. I said, "The most recent incarnation was as a woman. She was
a Buddha, but wasn't thought of as such, being a woman in Sri Lanka.
She died recently. My mother and I were with her then. I know she was
Jesus, because she asked me to look at her past lives, which she didn't
remember. I know, this is a big one. Been saving it for a private
meeting with you. She decided to come back again. No, I don't know who
she reincarnated into. No, I'm not reading your minds. I know what
questions I would demand, er, ask." Chuckles.
One asked, "Would you tell us of her other lives?" I said, "No,
because I don't have permission. Yes, she asked me to tell you this,
after she died. Yes, I can communicate with the freshly dead. Most of
my group can, but it works better if the dead were Adepts, and people
we knew in life, and some just don't want to talk. Those who are judged
and don't reincarnate, well, they go to different places. Some can
communicate with us, and some can't, even if they wanted to. Rules are,
those on the other side shouldn't, except to, well, modesty prevents
me." They nodded. One said, "Were you ever a Christian Saint?" I said,
"That's complicated. You've got a whole lot of Saints, and most of them
didn't do anything to deserve it. Marcus didn't, and I should know. I
was the Pope after Sylvester. Well, you call that a Pope, but I was
just the Bishop of Rome, and didn't have any authority beyond that. I
was just a figurehead who had an unusual voice that sounded good in
leading prayers. Beyond that, I was a helpless fool, when I wasn't
screwing all the women and men I could drag to my bed. Yes, sex
actually does exist!" Some chuckles.
I looked at the walls, and they knew what that meant. I said, "The
Inquisition. I was in it, multiple times, and on both sides." One said,
"Were you Martin Luther?" I said with an evil grin, "No,
unfortunately." Chuckles. He said, "Do you know what happened to him?"
I said, "Hmm, I do now. Worthy of a book. I just wrote it. Want the
outline of his final days?" Paolo said, "Absolutely!" I said, "Show of
hands; who thinks the inquisition captured him on the road, and killed
him?" They all raised their hands. I said, "I'm glad to disappoint you.
Oh, that didn't quite sound right." Chuckles. I said, "Highwaymen got
him. They would have let him go after robbing, but his foul mouth and
loud curses made them angry. They beat him. Then they discovered who he
was, and tried to give him to the Church for a reward, who didn't want
him in that condition, unable to answer questions. The robbers dumped
him in a village. They helped him to recover, not knowing who he was,
but he never recovered his mind. Eleven years later, he died, still the
village idiot, and as usual, mumbling very bad words. For years after
that, the youth of that village were known to be skilled in expressing
very bad but colorful oaths, much to the public annoyance, but secret
amusement, of their parents."
Paolo looked at me in admiration, and said, "Well told!" I said, "Er,
thank you." He said, "You have said you had lived as a teller of
stories in the past. I can well believe it. The construction, the
rhythm, the twist at the end, is so like professional story tellers." I
said, "Well, isn't that the way a story should be told?" He said, "It
is. Obviously, you didn't write the Bible." I looked at him, and said,
"So true, for most of it, but I think you shocked them." He grinned and
said, "Good!" I said to them, "We mean by that, it's good to sometimes
shake people's minds out of their comfortable habits of thinking, so
they can see things with a greater perspective. He isn't just your
leader, he's your teacher, and a very good one. Don't waste any
opportunity to learn from him. And no, he did NOT expect I would say
anything at all like this, which I have to say, does not at all
displease me." He looked very embarrassed.
One said, "From when you were a story teller, do any of those stories
survive to the present?" I said, "Many of them do. I did something like
my father did. As Daniel, much of what he wrote in the Bible came from
dreams of his past lives. I didn't know then, but it's obvious to me
now, that a lot from my past lives were in my stories. Some from when I
was the first Solomon." One was startled, and said, "A large collection
was made, translated, and published as stories told by a woman to
extend her life." Another said, "The flying carpet!" Another said, "The
said, "That was actually real?" I said, "It was. My hobby then was
psionics, called sorcery at times. In their wars with each other,
sometimes they took the soul of a defeated sorcerer out of his body and
imprisoned it in a special bottle, which was constructed so that the
defeated one could communicate outside of the bottle, and do things as
a servant under compulsion. He could also manifest himself outside of
the bottle as an illusion, but that took great effort, so the image
wasn't that realistic. It was I then, who discovered how to construct
and seal the bottle, but I know now that I wasn't the first, or the
last. I didn't actually use one."
One said, "So you wrote those stories." I said, "I have some claim to
some of them in origin, but I didn't actually write them down. Others
did, from hearing me. As that story teller, I never learned to read and
write, having been a child of the streets. But there is a problem. That
life is special to some people who could make trouble if that were made
public. So I ask you to keep it secret. I see the conflict. Well, life
is full of them. How we resolve them, shows to God and others, who we
are." One said, "Are you testing us?" I said with a grin, "Life does
that. I just make it interesting." Paolo said, "Oh, you DO!" Laughter.
Paolo said to me, "Would you explain fracking, and your parable of the
bad bread to them?" I did, and one shouted, "Great story!" Then he
looked embarrassed, which made the others chuckle. I looked at Paolo,
and he sighed and said, "Examine the story now. Why is it great?" The
comments were, "Because it is simple. It works to the emotions. It
involves the family. It shows cause and effect. It shows judgement. It
shows selfishness. It was spare of words. It had a twist at the end." I
said, "All true, but there is one more, that could be the most
important." Paolo said, "It is simple and can be easily translated, and
can be applied to many other things where human nature causes problems.
Like some of the things Jesus said." I said, "What makes a parable
work, is that it is easy to understand and relate to, irrespective of
culture and other divisions, and it sticks in the memory. Did I intend
all that? I can't say. I just wrote what I wanted to. To the
enlightened, there is no thought, no plan, there is just what is."
I said to Paolo, "Tough crowd. Haven't earned a wow yet." He had to
laugh, and so did some others. I said, "There is a story in the Bible
that is as complete a story as can be. It has adventure, sex, love and
hate, morality, and a most dramatic ending. It's reasonably accurate,
but there was a surviver who insisted that it never be forgotten. Can
you tell me which one it is?" Paolo said, "I know you. You ease people
into accepting your past lives, gradually. Your most recent mention of
a story in the Bible is of Samson." I said, plaintively, "Please don't
do that!" Laughter. One said, "Did he survive the destruction of the
said, "Delilah did. Yes, I was her, although that wasn't my name at the
time, but I didn't do it for money. Women didn't have money then.
Property belonged to the men. Extortion. I did it to save my family,
which didn't actually happen. I didn't know I really loved him, until
the time came when he was to be killed the first time, and then was
only blinded." Paolo said, "Why did she really do it?" I said, "You do
see. Yes. I did it to exercise power. You can't know what it was like
for a woman then. To be so powerless, and to have the most powerful and
wise man under MY power? What woman of that time could resist it? I
make no excuses. I was an evil person. Then. One of the many lives I
have learned what not to do from." They nodded.
One said, "Are you going to make public the life of Jesus?" I said,
"I follow the decisions of my father. I know, that's not really an
answer. Er, good." They had to smile at my grin. I said, "YOU could
release what you have, any time. Did you know that some of Islam have
copies?" Paolo said, "I didn't know that. How did it happen?" I said,
"My father had a meeting with them just before he died, and they asked.
I think you won't guess what happened." He said, "I would assume that
he gave it to them, but that can't be it. I don't know." I said,
"Anybody?" No answer. I said, "He told them that he didn't give them to
anybody but the Dalai Lama. It was he who gave them to others. They
could ask the new one, which was my sister, if she would do the same
for them. Can you imagine their reaction? To have to ask a child, to
beg, actually, of another religion, and a female?" They grinned their
faces almost in half. I said, "Ha! Scare a wolf, would you?" Laughter.
I showed them what happened. They were very impressed by Kam. I said,
"And they have kept it from the public all this time, out of respect
for her, and for YOU. Yes, you owe them. Someday, I hope you can show
them you appreciate that."
One said, "If two of our Priests were to marry each other, would you
bless it?" I said, "I would do that for personal friends and family,
but now I know I would do that for other clergy as well, because, well,
it just seems right, same gender or opposite gender unions, if both are
clergy. If they ask. Thank you for causing me to decide that." He was
really embarrassed. Paolo said to him, "Here there is love and
friendship for all." The Cardinal blurted out, "I would marry a
Priest!" They all looked at him in surprise. I said, "Do you enjoy
controversy?" He looked surprised and said, "A little, I have to
admit." I gave him a big grin, "I like that!" Surprised chuckles. He
had to grin. I said, "Feel better?" He said, "I do!" I said, "Er, not
yet." Laughter. I said, gesturing to include all, "I think you will
have good support." Many nods. I said, "I think it would be best for
the announcement, if you want it public, to not mention that I was
involved in this, but that you have asked me to be one of the people
you wished to bless your union. AFTER Paolo." They both nodded to me. I
said, "But we all know who should perform the wedding." He looked at
Paolo, who said, "Yes, of course." There were some tears. I said,
"Seldom is it given to one to make history, and for a good thing. A
true honor for which may you never regret." Some tears. I stood and
said, "For you, the first." I opened my arms and glowed. He came into
my hug with Ki enhanced love. Hawk ported in to help him sit. I hugged
the Pope next, and then all the others in turn.
for this visit. Be all seated. You too, Hawk." I started the love
broadcast, and then God joined us and gave us His special love. Then He
said, "Well done, my Prophet!" I said, "Dear Boss, can't I be just
Sol?" He just laughed. He left, and I stopped the broadcast. Paolo
said, "Wow!" I said, "Finally got it!" Some shocked weak laughter.
Hawk and I ported home. He said to me, "I wasn't at the first one.
Thank you!" I said, "You're welcome. It was really my pleasure." Hugs
and kisses all around. Mom said, "I know. But not telling me is very
annoying." I said, "But not until you find out." The laugher wasn't
hers, but the growl was.
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