Solomon's Private File #189
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 23 in this story, in the Summer of 2049.
Solomon's Private File #189 "In Support of a Rose"
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I said to Mom, "Ransom is ready for you. He's learned what he needs
from Scientology. Now he needs a guide for the rest. Will you be that
for him?" She stared at me, and then had tears. We hugged with love.
She said, "I understand more than you said. You hear this a lot, but,
and it's strange coming from me, I'm so honored I don't know what to
say." I said, "But you did say." She growled and poked me. We laughed.
I said, "Need help with that, use Kam. You can tell him that, when you
think it's the right time." She said, "You planned this." I said with a
sigh, "I would have planned exactly this, if I thought I needed to."
She said, "I don't think I'll ever understand that part of you." I
said, "Don't try, and you might." She looked at me strangely again, and
then nodded.
I said, "He's not to live with us. I'm not sure how well you
understand how regular people would feel in that situation, with us
doing very strange things all the time, showing how much we are in
advance of them. Even Chad had a little difficulty with that." She
said, "So that's why Dan left." I nodded. I said, "And Ransom has a
good job were he is, and is doing very well there. You'll see." She
said, "Saved Syndrome?" I said, "Contributed. And when you add Dad's
said, "No, speculation would be detrimental." She said, "A strain." I
said, "Don't. Put love and serenity in its place, which he really needs
from you." She said, "My teacher." I said, "ALL life teaches you. Keep
that always in your mind." She nodded again, and we hugged and kissed
with love.
Kam said to me, shielded, "Well done!" I said, "Thanks. Passing it
off to you, now." I said out loud, "I'll kind of make the intro, well,
more like a warning, as Jack, first. My decision when to tell him about
the connection. Perhaps when I finally meet him as me. Going to see him
now." I ported to the Scientology Center in Miami, as Jack, and made my
reality so I didn't appear psionic to those there who could sense it. I
put my Jack persona around my mind as a shield, in case that was
needed. Ransom was just ending a counseling session he was conducting.
He came out of the office and saw me, and exclaimed, "Jack! It's good
to see you!" We shook hands, and I was invited in. I said, "I've heard
good things about you. Want to start realizing your goal? Oh, they
teach facial gymnastics here?" He had to chuckle.
I said, "To start you on the path to that, you should have another,
more advanced guide and teacher. For that role, would you accept Rose?"
He was VERY surprised, and then very humble. He said, "She would
actually do this?" I said with a smile, "How do you think I got here?"
He was even more surprised. I said, "When you're ready." After a while,
he nodded. Rose ported in, and we stood and bowed, which she returned.
I said to her, "He's yours now. A port?" We nodded to each other, and I
vanished. It went well. They are helping each other, and Mom figured
that out.
A Marine full colonel was being considered for promotion. There was
reported in the news that there was some opposition to that because she
was a woman and a married lesbian. I said in contact to Mom, "Not for
you this time." She said, "So you knew I was interested." I said,
"Absolutely! And I like that very much! But this isn't the right time
for you to get involved in something like this. Trust me." She sent me
a lot of love.
I met with some Flag Officers in the Pentagon. A little surprisingly,
none were reluctant. I said, "Colonel Simmons. What's up with her
situation?" Joint Chiefs Chairman said, "We expected Rose to ask that."
I said with a grin, "Ask?" Good chuckles. I said, "As much as I would
doing something else that shouldn't be interrupted for this. I'm here
to give her less cause to er, be here. Do I detect some relief at
that?" He said, looking around, "I think you might. One of us opposes
her promotion." I said, "I see that. Reason?" The Marine General said,
"Would cause controversy in Congress. I think we should avoid that." I
said, "Yes. They could deny it, causing credibility issues with you."
They nodded.
I said, "Valid justification. What are the repercussions that could
outweigh that?" Air Force said, "More lack of credibility among our
people. It's known she qualifies and deserves it. Not pushing for it,
what does that say to our people about what might happen to their own
futures, whether they would be treated fairly and on their merits,
rather than on discriminatory prejudices?" I said, "Valid argument. As
a psychologist, in my opinion, that significantly outweighs anything
else IN the military. But this needs approval of civilian levels up to
the Senate. They care a lot less about that aspect. For now, anyway.
Remember, Rose raised me." They all gave me their big fat grins. An
Admiral said, "NavSec approves." I said, "First step. All you've got?"
They nodded. I said, "Do I have your permission to work this?" They
looked at the Chair. He said, "Yes. Any ideas?" I said, "I'll Roosevelt
And together they said, "And carry a big stick!" I said with an evil
grin, "And they'll know who my big stick is." Laughter and
appreciation.
I met with the Secretary of the Navy. I said, "Colonel Simmons. I'm
working the case for Rose. Joint approves." He said, "A lot of ground
in your statement." I said with a smile, "Testing it on a supporter
first." He grinned and said, "Could work. For real?" I said, "She's on
assignment. Could be brought in if necessary. You know we don't lie. In
fact, if I'm not successful, she WILL bust in. I'm sure of it." He
said, "As expected. I have to say, great strategy." I said "Thanks. I
try. We'll see how it works uplevels." We grinned at each other.
I met with the Secretary of Defense. I said, "Navy wants to promote a
Marine Colonel." He nodded and said, "Simmons. I advised against
causing the controversy." I said, "We know." He said, "Oh. Rose?" I
said, "My try first. Unsuccessful, she'll likely bust it wide open. Bad
for you, but as she is now, worse for her." He looked at me seriously,
and said, "I think I understand. You have my full support. Please keep
me informed on your er, journey up the line." I said, "I will. Sorry it
won't likely be a big show, like it could have been." We traded grins.
My meeting with the President went much the same. He gave me a list of
Senators who he thought might oppose the promotion. I visited the least
insistent of them, a Republican.
I said, "Pentagon wants to promote a Colonel to General. They feel
there might be some controversy in it, when it comes here. Want to know
more?" He said, "Sure. But first, why are you involved?" I said,
"Because it could blow sky high if my mother gets involved in it." He
said, "Oh! Involves a woman?" I nodded and said, "And lesbian, too." He
said, "I see. It could be a problem. Qualified?" I said, "Very. Right.
No excuse there." He said, "I know that you mean. You're in this for
psychology?" I said, "Yes. Well thought. Don't go by merit, could have
a significant effect. A bad one for the whole military establishment.
Pentagon knows it. Defense and President know, too. They don't want the
controversy anymore than anybody does. Political correctness isn't
always politically and operationally advisable. But from the possible
Conservative point of view, considering how much you value the
my support when the vote is called for. Going on the tour?" I smiled
and said, "I like how you put it. Yes. So I don't need to ask you to
stick your neck out for a trimming." We grinned at each other.
It went something like that way for all on my list, but the last one,
expected to be the most intransigent. We did the polite dance. Then I
said, "There's something of a controversy brewing." He said, "I've
heard rumors. Colonel Simmons?" I said, "Good work!" He smiled. I said,
"Nomination is expected to go forward." He said, "Dems want to push us
around?" I said, "Do you think it's really just about you?" He made
himself think that over. He said, "Tell me about it." I said, "She's
the best qualified. That's about it. Marines say so, Navy says so, and
on up the line. Do you think for one second the MARINES would
intentionally do this just to mess with YOU?" He said, "I see what you
mean. Another argument?" I said, "Here's what one of the Joint Chiefs
said, which the others agreed with; would cause 'lack of credibility
among our people. It's known she qualifies and deserves it. Not pushing
for it, what does that say to our people about what might happen to
their own futures, whether they would be treated fairly and on their
merits, rather than on discriminatory prejudices?' As a psychologist, I
have to agree with that, more than I think they realize. If the best of
them isn't made the best, why should the rest try?" He said, "Valid
argument. So it's not pushing an agenda." I said, "I wouldn't support
anything but operational reality for the military."
He looked at me, trying to hide his surprise. I said, "In many of my
past lives, I was in the military. I've won and lost wars as a general
and king, and as a private. In most, I died before the end. While I
disagree in this life with what the military is required to do, it's
not THEIR fault. Their lives depend on what WE as citizens do in regard
to them. Enormous responsibility. Shouldn't be subject to our personal
tastes." He stared at me for a while, thinking. He said, "I didn't
expect this in my wildest dreams, with what I thought I knew about
you." I smiled and said, "Then you should know I kind of like that." He
smiled and said, "I do. You've convinced me. I won't block it." I said,
"And not just because you can use what I just said?" He laughed and
said, "Permission?" I said, "Yes. Oh, I really hope that was a
surprise." He laughed again, and said, "Not this time. Sorry." I looked
so sad, and said, "Oh, well." He laughed again. He said, "Why are you
involved in this?" I said, "To keep my mother out of it." He said, "Oh.
I should have thought of that. Hmm, you could have convinced me on that
alone." I said, "I wouldn't do that except as the last resort. That
would be force. I thought you knew me better than that." He said, "I
apologize. I see I didn't know you nearly as well as I thought." I
said, "I can tell you why, but you might not want to know." He said,
"Please." I said, "You thought I would be more like you." He was
surprised, and then thought a while. He obviously didn't like what he
was thinking about himself. I rose and so did he. I offered to hug, and
he accepted. I helped him to sit. I said, softly, "Anytime you want to
talk with me about any personal issue, let me know. Here's a crystal
recording of this meeting. It only works for you. Has my love in it,
too." He nodded his thanks, and tried to hold back tears. I ported
away.
Mom said, "I don't know what to say." I could feel her crying. I
said, "Between us, there is no need to say. Except a few wows here and
there." She said, "True. I like Ransom. I think I could love him in
time." I said, "I know you can, and maybe not exactly as you thought
you meant." She said, "Oh. I know what you're doing." I said, "That
say, captivating, maybe." I said, "You'll know more about that, too, in
time." After a pause, she said, "Me and Hawk, you and Kam bet on it?" I
said, "Almost." She chuckled. We both said, "Love you."
A week later, the hard line conservative asked for a private meeting
in his home. I ported there and said, "Want privileged?" He said, "Yes,
please." I said, "Done, and it applies to you, too. All my monitor can
be aware of is my mental health." He said with curiosity, "You're
sure?" I said, "Yes. One time it wasn't like that. I fixed it. First
time Mom ever saw me angry with any of our group, and with her." He
said, "Wow!" I said, "That was included." Chuckles. He said, "I've been
a fool." I said, "Fools don't say that." He was about to say something,
and stopped. I said, "No, not all shrinks are like me." He said, "How
did you know I was thinking that?" I said, "For each situation, there
are only so many things a person can think about it. With over a
thousand life memories, and a dozen PhDs in psych, and an intelligence
that is incomprehensible to the next most intelligent, well, I think
you can see where that leads to. Oh, I know, a ton of wows." He
chuckled in spite of himself.
I said, "You're going through a life changing thing. It's all on you,
too. I might have helped you to see better, but it's YOU who are doing
the seeing, and improving." He said, "That's true. I still want to give
you credit, though. If for nothing else, for wanting to help somebody
like me." I said, "To me, that isn't how it is. You are in a category
of one, just like everybody else. While we are not all equal to each
other, we ARE all equal in the eyes and love of God. I suspect you have
reviewed some of my actions. The one on wisdom?" He said, "Yes. That
one is SO true! It hurts." I said, "Sure does. I have more of what
hurts than anybody living. I REALLY know that. But, that only serves to
motivate us to be better than that. Sure works for ME!" He said in awe,
"I see that! I see something else. Those what you call actions, where
you turn groups of people. What you make public, is different each
time. I find that amazing." I said, "Intentional, and nobody's
mentioned it before you." He said, "Not even your own group?" I said,
"Right. Can't say for sure they haven't noticed, though."
He said, "But they're all geniuses." I said, "Super geniuses,
actually, but that doesn't always change mental frameworks. They don't
work with er, difficult people like I do. Even though they watch,
avidly, actually, they can't quite understand people who are so
different from them. So, er, irrational. Those in my group are just
too, well, nice, to get it. Oh, they understand it well, academically,
but they can't think that way. Why, is they don't have my past life
memories, where I wasn't one of my current group. I know what the worst
of humanity can do, because I did it." He said, "I understand. I feel
something like that for what I've lived and done." I said, "Bet you're
wondering how I can live with it, or even stay sane."
He said, "Yes." I said, "Those past lives are not who I am now. I
learn from them, mostly what not to do, but they are not me. However, I
have let some of the best lives influence who I am now. Want to guess?"
He said with interest, "Yes, actually. Hillel?" I said, "Right on the
nose! Most influential. More?" He said, "Your namesake?" I said, "A
little, yes. He had his foolish times. Another was a young doughboy who
died in the trenches in France in the first world war. He was what we
called then, a right standup guy." He nodded. I said, "Some others I
took some things from were, a Spartan woman, a Roman Emperor, and some
Navajos." He said, "If you haven't, I think the world should know about
the Spartan woman. That's never been told." I said, "I might do a book.
Not enough for a movie, though. And it wouldn't pass the ratings
board." He grinned. I said, "Lives I didn't use, which might surprise
some, were two Saints and a Templar. Very unsaintly." He said, "With
what your father has said about that, I'm not surprised. So the
recordings of Jesus are true?"
I said, "They are. We've told the Vatican more. In my last major
visit, they were VERY grateful I didn't expose more." He laughed. I
said, "Until I did a God contact for them, and He told them about His
high regard for the truth. I don't think they've yet recovered from
that." He said, "Wow!" I said, "They couldn't even say that. Me too,
almost. I didn't expect that. And to tell the truth, I don't really
want to go back. We were friends, before. But even before the contact,
in that meeting they treated me more as the Prophet, treating my
conversational gambits as possible orders from God. God actually had to
tell them they wouldn't be forced to change. Although some might have
wanted to change their underwear, after." He had a real mix of
emotions, and eventually chuckled.
I said, "I think you've noticed something, personally." He said,
"Yes. My problems are insignificant, compared to some others'." I said,
"But still important to you. And so to me." I said, softly, "That's who
I am. What I'm for." He said, with tears, "I know." We hugged with
love. I said, "Updated your crystal. I'm still available for you." He
said, "But what about the other things you do? Much more important!" I
said, "I can make as many bodies as I want to, to be any place I want
to be in at the same time. And I no longer need to sleep." He said in
awe, "Is that what enlightened is?" I said, "Not at all. It is to
enlightened, as enlightened is to graduating middle school. But without
the squeaking voice." His emotions went tumbling around again. I said,
"It's the Prophet thing. He wanted a more effective er, trouper. Please
don't spill the beans on that." He said, "Oh. Right. But the squeaking
voice almost had me, there." I said, "I kinda like doing that." He
grinned and said, "I see the attraction."
I said, "Remember, you aren't me. You aren't anybody else. You are
uniquely you, but you share aspects of you with a multitude. You are an
individual, but you are NOT alone, ever. God hears you. He loves you.
And so do I." We hugged again. I ported to my plant friend.
She said, "I love you more each minute!" I said, "Unusual greeting."
She said, "I've embarrassed you. You could have blocked me in some of
the things you have done." I said, "And how do you know I haven't?" We
shared mental grins and humor. She said, "And your extra-dimensional
friend?" I said, "I don't know. I haven't bothered. Have you detected
it?" She said, "I haven't. I suspect you will not help me to do it." I
said, "Good suspecting." More humor. She said, "Your creating of
planets. May such skills be used here, to speed your plan?" I said,
"I've thought about it. You knew I would. It isn't applicable here, for
what you want. There would be problems, any way I try it. However, I
can speed it up a little. Still, there is some risk. Should I?" She
said, "Natural is better?" I said, "Yes, because it sets up its own
balance. Forcing it, would require constant correction, and there is no
way to know when to end the management, and when it ends, there is no
way to know if it will succeed without further intervention. Complex
ecosystems are like that. I'm not sure the risk is worth it." She said,
"I should have trusted you." I said, "But you are in charge of you, and
what happens to you, so you SHOULD question it all. I'm not perfect.
Being different people, together we may become more, than apart, in
this." We exchanged love.
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