Solomon's Private File #172
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 22 in this story, in the Spring of 2048.
Solomon's Private File #172 "Saved Syndrome"
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The Saudi family DID have problems with their neighbors, but when Mom
spoke in their defense in the air with her image, those problems became
much less intense. The girl is very popular among her peers. The boy
had a rough start with that. They felt he was too nice, and possibly
wanted them for homosexual reasons. He did win them over, gradually,
and there are a lot more hugs happening among the boys, and, they would
be very embarrassed to admit, love. The community is beginning to like
and respect the family. I thought it was safe enough then, to discuss
this with the King. I asked for a meeting. I told him about what I had
done, and gave him a crystal like the family had.
He said, "So simple, but so powerful! He is correct. You ARE a great
teacher. Should we put this on TV?" I said, "The father had requested
it in the beginning, but now, with the children involved, well, I still
have mixed feelings about that. I'm asking them now, and they all wish
it, but it's my responsibility." He said, "I think we should. Your
words should not be so restricted." I said, "So be it. World wide,
also?" He said, "The only way. Our station first." I said, "Then Al
Jazeera." He said, "I wish to announce it before it plays." We wrote
the script, and I recorded his performance in different languages and
subtitles. He said, after introducing himself, "I have asked Solomon to
agree to make this recording public, as the family involved has asked
to happen. Solomon did not compel or order me to do this. He didn't
even ask. I asked. I could not allow such wisdom to be kept from the
world. I agree with and support that wisdom, and what is expressed of
it. I ask that all others do the same." I said, "Trying to best the
Ayatollah?" He grinned and said, "You know that. Is it bad?" I said,
"For good things, there can be no bad, but only the truth qualifies for
that." He nodded and said, "I must agree. He is a good man?" I said,
I ported to a street in Afghanistan. There was a man and a ten year
old boy approaching me. They stopped and stared at me, and then the man
ran away. I said to the boy, "Do you know why he ran away?" He said, "I
think I do. My uncle sold me to him. You are Solomon and would know
that the world thinks that is a bad thing." I said, "Do you think so?"
He said, "I don't know. I have heard about some bad things they make
the boys do, but I don't know if it is true." I said with tears, "It
is, and more." He cried, and we hugged. I said to him, "Those things
may not be bad for some. It is a matter of different feelings about it.
What is very bad is that the boys are forced. That is against Islam,
and against the law, but many of those who are to enforce the law, are
also the customers of those bad men, who don't want it to stop." He
said, "My uncle told me my father ordered him to do this." I said, "He
said a lie. Your father is looking for you." More hugging and crying. I
said, "But there still is a problem. Your father needs more than he
has, to take proper care of you and your family. Do you think we should
ask him how we can help?" He said, "We should!" We grinned at each
other. I ported us to a remote village. We walked a little distance,
then a woman ran out of a house and grabbed the boy in a tight hug, and
cried. I looked a question at the boy, and he looked an apology, and
introduced us formally. I smiled approval at him, and he smiled back at
me, and his mother liked that, too.
I said to her, "I ask to meet with your family." She said, "My
husband isn't here. He is looking for my son." I said, "That is what we
are to discuss. With your permission, I will speak to him in an image,
and ask him to return to see his son." She said, "Please, sir!" I did
that, and he came running. He arrived and started to berate his son. I
said, "Hold! He is not responsible for this. May we discuss what
happened in the privacy of your home?" He said, "Please." We went
inside. There were two little girls there, and a grandmother. I greeted
her, and smiled at the girls. We sat. I said to the man, "You have an
older brother." He said, "I do. We are not close." I said, "Still,
there will be some bad feelings about him after I tell you what
happened. Please prepare yourself, and know that I would be VERY
unhappy if I were forced to become involved in violence." He said, "I
understand, Solomon." I said, "He needed money. An associate of a
friend of his told him how he might acquire some. That being, sale of a
boy to the sex slavers. It was with such a slaver that I found your
son, who has not been harmed. That man's reaction was to run for his
life!" He looked very angry. I said, "No, I will not tell you who he
is. I have plans for him." He looked very curious and said, "Would you
tell of those plans?" I said, "Some of that might be embarrassing. Er,
to him, and to those hearing about it. And witnessing it." He grinned
widely and said, "I can guess. Thank you." I said, "I hope you didn't
guess all of it. I like to be creative and cause surprise." He laughed.
I said, "Here is the money your brother received for your son. He
told him that it was you who ordered him to do it." He was enraged. I
said, "Calmness will hear more." He did calm down and said, "That was
well said!" I said, "So, you use embarrassment for your revenge?" He
chuckled. I said, "Money that is earned in violation of the law, is not
rightly the property of the criminals. Therefore, in my opinion, taking
that from them to support their victims is not stealing, but will
actually have the approval of God. Your thoughts?" He said, "That is
well considered! I have to agree." I said, "Here is some money from the
slaver. Please do not tell others, or let them know you have this, or
that will cause problems. Best you use it slowly, to avoid that. I see
you know that. I wish I could give you more, but that would make you a
target of the envious. This reality of life causes me to have a lot of
pain, that it prevents me from doing all I can to help others. Much
that I would want to do, would cause more problems than if I had done
nothing." He said, "I think I understand. You will not free the other
boys?" I said, "Now, they have no other way to live. I cannot change
the whole society that causes this to happen." He said, "I think I
understand." I said, "But I can make the slavers' lives more, er,
interesting. Well, for us." He grinned and said, "That I have to like.
Please, I greatly desire to know!"
I said, "I know the feeling. Your comments are echoed in my head,
caused by my also curious associates. And now with rude noises." They
laughed. I said, "Sometimes their clothes will not like them, in some
interesting ways. Their manhood will not perform for them except when
they REALLY don't wish it. In their conversations, at odd moments they
will say, 'I am an evil man.' That is because they will, for the rest
of their lives, not be able to lie, and they must answer all questions
that are asked of them." Big grins. I said, "For those who would make
use of the slaves, I am presently undecided. That alone, them knowing
that, could cause some interesting feelings among them." He said, "But
they would have to know this. You must make this to be on the
television." I said, "If that is your wish, but I would remove mention
of you receiving extra money from them, for your safety. But only if
ALL here who are able to, agree to this." He looked at his mother and
his wife, and they nodded. I said, "I apologize, but I need to hear it
spoken, to know the truth." They did.
I said, "So be it. As a friend, would you permit me to offer some
things to aid in education of the children?" He said, "We would be
honored!" I said, "As a teacher, it is MY honor to serve." I ported in
some books. I said, "If you wish to freely give some to others, do so
with my blessing. Then other books will appear here in their place when
only family is present. One more thing. Some may not know how to read,
or read well. This crystal will give them that ability, in accordance
with their age and capability, which may take some time to settle in
and be useful, and it will add another language when they are ready for
it. It also contains my love. It will only work while you are wearing
it. Do you accept this, and the responsibility that comes with it?" He
said through his tears, "I do!" I stood, and offered to hug them, which
they accepted.
I ported home to big hugs, and tears. Mom said, "Every day, more and
more, I'm SO glad your father and I had you." I said, "And Kam. And
now, Arrow." She said, "True. Good of you to remind me." I said,
"Another reminder. I am only the speaker for us. Any of us could do
this. I shouldn't receive extra praise because of the accident of being
Chuckles and more hugs and kisses.
The consequences of the slavers are being noticed. Even before it
went on the air, they assumed I caused it. And it wasn't just the boy's
group, but all the slavers in the country. I asked to see the President
of Afghanistan. He greeted me very warmly. I said, "Well, if you
the slavers." I said, "It's difficult. I can't stop it completely,
because the boys have no other way of living. My goal is to make it so
they can't buy more boys." He said, "I want to set up a program for the
boys, but even if there were money for it, those who would run it would
be corrupt. The boys might be in greater harm." I said, "That is all
too often the case for children without families, in tribal societies.
Money won't change that. It must be the society that enables it, that
changes, and that will take time. I have a proposal. All those in law
enforcement who use the boys, and who actively protect the slavers,
will have their names, pictures, and their crimes, posted on the walls
of their workplaces for all to see. There will be video recordings
available for those who need them for official duties. May I do these
things?"
He said, "I am unsure about the law regarding this, so I may not
officially approve it at this time, but I will say in public, that as a
man, I love it!" I said, "Some things that people think I do, I do not.
When I promise to do them, often my people who are watching, offer to
do it for me. They don't tell me who among them is doing it, and I
don't ask, so in law, I can't be held responsible." Interested, he
said, "What if the law compels you to tell?" I said, "If I did, I
would, having known it, be a member of a conspiracy. Therefore I can
refuse based on possible self incrimination, and they can't prove that
without evidence. More could be involved, but I doubt that any judge or
nation would risk the stopping of the love and healing broadcasts for
themselves." He grinned and said, "I see you have thought this out!" I
said, "I've had to, and in court. Ah! That which was mentioned, is
already beginning." Big grins. We hugged.
There was a meeting in a community center in Liverpool. My disciples
were there, on stage, having a public question and answer session/news
conference. One very nasty person was saying loudly that he didn't
believe any of it, that they hadn't met me. I ported to the stage and
said, "You there with the nasty mouth and the ugly soul! Stop speaking
out of your arse, and pull your head out of it and start using your
brains. My friends aren't lying. They wouldn't do that about me,
because they know I wouldn't support them if they did." They all nodded
and said, "Right." I said, "I apologize for my eruption, er,
interruption." Laughter. I said, "Please resume your meeting, with
love." I hugged all the kids on the stage, and broadcast my love to all
in the room, and ported away.
Within minutes, that was on the the air and the internet, creating a
lot of comment, and with some amusement. A London tabloid had a large
headline the next day that read, "Solomon talks about a man's arse!"
They tried to get my target to speak about it, but he refused. They
hounded him. I ported to where that was happening, and said to the
reporters, "He said he didn't want to comment. Are you not smart enough
to understand his words? He's been embarrassed enough. I really know
how that feels. Don't make it worse. Assault can take many forms. What
you are doing now to him could be considered as such, in my opinion,
and I wonder what consequence could be applied for that offense." That
caused most of them to leave.
I said to their victim, "Is there a place that you would like to be,
instantly, that I could help you with? I see. Push the thought at me,
and I will know it. Ready to go?" He nodded, and I ported us to his
living room. I said, "Would you like to have a talk with me before I
go?" He said in wonder, "You would talk with ME?" I said, "Well, I
haven't exactly been completely silent with you so far. Why not?" He
gulped, and offered me a chair. We sat. I said, "Been having a rough
time of it?" He said, "Very much so." I said, "Undeserved?" He was
about to say something, and changed his mind, and said, "No." I said,
"Well done. Wasn't that difficult, was it?" He said, "Actually, not as
much as I thought." I said, "What we admit to, we can correct. We are
created so we can learn from our mistakes. Not making any, defeats that
purpose. I've made many thousands of mistakes more than you ever will,
so I really know this."
He thought a little, and said, "He who thinks he never makes
mistakes, is making his biggest mistake, in thinking that?" I said,
"That is WISE! May I make that public, crediting you, if you don't do
it first?" He didn't know what to say. I said with a grin, "I have to
admit, I like doing that for good reasons." He chuckled and said, "I
would feel the same, if I could do that." I said, "It's not as hard as
you might think. It's mostly in attitude, and that begins with respect
and love. Next time you think the media will be after you, prepare in
advance what you will say to them, bearing in mind that giving them a
little something they can use to show their bosses that they are
earning their keep, can help keep them off your back a little. And
smile! Their jobs are NOT easy."
He said, "Wow! I didn't expect this!" I grinned and said, "Who would?
I have to tell you, none of my people did, any of this." He grinned and
said, "You like that." I said, "Absolutely! I do some very difficult
work that really tears the heart. What little I can make fun, I fully
intend to. Oh, now they're apologizing. As if I believe that. Ha! Rude
noises in my mind now." More grins. I said, "They should have expected
it. I caused your problem. Getting you out of that fix it created, was
my responsibility. I thought they would understand that. From them,
we hugged with love. I helped him to sit, and I ported home.
Galya said, "You were right. We should have seen that. Lesson really
taken. We're passing that on to the school." George said in the air,
"Already got it. We fix problems we cause, even in justified actions,
and that includes improving people." I said, "Isn't it really, that for
most problems, in the long term, it's people we are really fixing, and
by improving them? Those boys, for example. I didn't just stop them in
that action. I stopped them from ever doing it again, which they would
have, and worse, by improving them. And now they are working to stop
others. That's REALLY fixing a problem, but by fixing people. It's true
that the people most in need of our improvement help, are the ones who
are causing the problems, and interestingly, they often have the
greatest potential for being the best of people with our help." George
had the loudest "Wow!" I said, "People in real need of fixing often
have a stronger than average motivation to do things, which is why we
notice them. Giving that motivation a new direction, channeling it into
something positive and worthwhile, they will really drive themselves to
do it, more than most people are even capable of. I've seen this time
and again. I thought it was obvious to you. I'm sorry I didn't explain
this before." More wows. Daren said, "So, in effect, converted baddies
are the best and most capable goodies?" I said, "Often enough so that
it's almost expected, even annoying. Call it the 'Saved Syndrome', if
you will. No more dedicated fiery preacher, than the former worst
sinner." A lot of "Oh!"s.
I said, "I think I saw this more than you did, because I'm out among
regular people more. I know you watch, but I think we know now, it just
isn't the same. So, to fix this problem, I should explain these things
to you more, improving er, you." Chuckles. George said, "I have to
agree. Still amazing!" I said, "I have to agree." Mom said, "I think
there has never been anyone in history who knows more of why he does
things than you." I said, "Yes, partly because there has been nobody
with my kind of education before, and my upbringing. With the parents I
had, well, that shows. And then there are all my past lives. Bad ones.
I'm the absolute prime example of the Saved Syndrome." They looked at
me with new understanding. Mom said, "That explains some things." I
said, Well, duh!" Chuckles, and hugs and kisses with love.
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