Solomon's Private File #192
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 Fall of 2049.
Solomon's Private File #192 "For Ransom"
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The first Chinese movie came out, and was very popular. I did the PBS
pledge week, and that was a success, too, even though it disappointed a
lot of people who wanted to see the old me. But behind the scenes, they
saw a lot. I met with Big Bird. I said, "Er, hello, Mister Bird. Or is
that Mister Big? I can't place your species. Hmm, Muppetus Gigantus
Avius?" Some chuckles. I said, "When you pay your bills, does that get
smaller?" More chuckles. I said, "Comfortable sleeping with your built
in featherbed. But seriously, it must be awfully hot in there." He
said, "It seriously is! I can't even get this thing on and off without
at that one. He said, "I have to see you do this with Elmo." I just
grinned.
I said, "Er, Elmo, aren't you a little uncomfortable? Well, his hand
friends." Chuckles. I said, "Er, and he's not even wearing a surgical
glove! So, how long have you two been married?" More chuckles. On air,
I hugged Big Bird, and then it was Elmo's turn. I said to him, "I hear
you like hugs." He said, "I do, I really do." I said, "So do I. A great
part of hello. Works for goodbye, too. Actually, it works for most good
times between friends, and helping to make new friends. Great for
helping sad people to be happy, too." He said, "It is!" I said, "What's
best about a hug, is you're sharing how much you care for and love the
other person, and they are giving you that, too. Often, you can
actually feel that. And one more thing. You can never be alone in a
hug." He said, "I love you." I said, "I love you. It works both ways.
Love is meant to be shared, and it grows bigger with that sharing. Love
is the only gift you can give, that the more you give, the more you
have that you can give, and the more you get it back." We hugged and he
said, "Wow!" I said, "I do hear that a lot." He giggled. I said,
"People tell me I do hugging very well. But you do it well, too. I
think it's your love. You're got a lot of it. I know how it is. I've
got so much love, I can't keep it all inside me." That ended the
segment.
The man with the red furry hand said, "You're not kidding about your
love! I felt it even through my hand." I said, "I've never met such an
er, experienced hand before." He looked a little annoyed. I said, "Been
the butt of too much humor? Be consoled. It gets easier. Humor is a
great social lubricator." He had to laugh. I said, "Sorry for the
buildup, but it worked." He chuckled and said, "It did." That part
didn't go on air, but did make the in-house rounds.
I ported to a major planet in a different galaxy, that the
Originators I had kicked out of our galaxy had come from. They had
asked for a meeting. Their leader said, "We have come to no conclusion
regarding your offer to teach our children." I said, "Do you think I
knew that would happen, and why?" That caused them some emotional
problems. I said, "Your children would have become more advanced than
you, and would form an entirely separate society. You suspected that,
and you had conflicting emotions about it. You thought then that they
would no longer be Originators. Am I correct?" She said, "You are." I
said, "You were correct. They would not be Originators as you know it.
Some of the work you are required to do, they could not make themselves
do it." They had different feelings then. I said, "And they are not
needed. I and my group can do what they would have done that you
cannot, and will, when God informs us of it. Even then, none of my
group will be aware of you, but me. We do not rule. It would need to
happen if we were in contact, because you could not except who we
really are, and would have to oppose us, not believing what we would
say and do, and oppose God in that. Basically, we are not good for you,
and you for my group. Still, I can remain your friend, if you want."
I said with a smile, "I can see the thoughts you are sending to each
other. No, I'm not reading your minds, but the thoughts outside of your
minds are er, very visible to me. If I assign a different color to what
is sent from each person, they make quite a beautiful art experience.
Would you like me to show you a recording of that?" They did, and so I
showed them a projected illusion. There were a whole lot of wows
expressed. One said, "How is it that you can see that?" I said, "I can
see all." He said, "I don't understand." I said, "You do understand my
words. You just don't want to accept them." That confused them even
more. I said, "I just showed you part of all, that you couldn't see.
Are you able to understand that there is much more than that, in the
reality you think you know, and that one reality is only a small part
of what really is?" One said, "I still don't understand." I said, "I
know." I picked up two chairs, and said, "These are real and solid
objects. Your senses tell you so. Correct?" They agreed. I said,
"Extend your perceptions to your best, and monitor these objects while
I do this." I passed one through another. Solid matter through solid
matter. They were astounded.
One said, "Not illusion?" I said, "No, not as you know illusion. To
me, this reality is ALL illusion, and so I can manage it. To you, it is
still a very real part of your reality." I put the chairs down. I said,
"Part of the reason for your inability to understand this is you live
too long. Your mental processes have become so set, they can't change,
and so can't learn new things that are beyond what you already know.
For you, this is not a bad thing. You are happy with your lives, and in
your service to God. But for my people, we could not live like that.
You and they could not understand and accept the different life
attitudes each have, and conflicts would develop. So our groups should
not join with each other. But my offer of personal friendship is still
open. What is your wish?" They took a long while to recover enough to
say, "We accept. Do you understand God?" I said, "You are the leader
here. Who is your second?" She indicated him. I said to him, "Do you
understand your leader?" He said, "I do." I said to her, "I am God's
second, for all galaxies and all dimensions. That should answer your
question." They nodded in awe.
The leader said, "In your galaxy, you made contact with God, with our
people, who spoke in words. Would you do that here?" I said, "Were you
happy with what was said then?" She said, "Oh! I see what you mean." I
said, "I share your feelings. He likes to surprise and embarrass me, a
little too much for my comfort. Oh, well, maybe more than a little."
They smiled with me. She said, "I understand. Still, we wish it." I
said, "I understand that, too. For all here, or all on the planet?" She
said, "We are prepared. All on the planet." I said, "Your choice. Don't
blame me for what happens. Er, if it's bad. Good, I'll take." Grins and
chuckles. I said, "A choice I've never offered before. Usually, I use
my own energy for this, with some pulled from elsewhere. If you, and
any on the planet, would like me to use part of your own energy in
this, in the form of love for God, give it to me, and I will." She
said, "I didn't expect that! I agree! We are passing word of this." I
said, "I can also do this for the entire galaxy in real time, and even
with ships in FTL drive. But the surprise would be a little
yours or mine?" She said, "Oh!" I said, "Yes, there are more practical
applications to this than playing with chairs. I went through the
shields on that planet in my galaxy, as if they weren't there. That's
because to me, I made that so. Oh, and I didn't teleport here. Can't,
for relativity issues. I just made the reality of me here. I see you
believe me a little more now, about my knowing God." She nodded in awe.
She said, "We are ready. Your signal will start it." I said, "Start."
And they did, a flood of psionic life energy hit me, and I took it and
put it into the world love broadcast. God joined it and did some
healing, and then said, "Solomon is my Senior Prophet for all realities
and all time. He does not lie. He speaks for me, as if I say it. To
love him is to love me. I am pleased that those of this world will
continue to serve me, and to have friendship with Solomon. I accept the
gift of your love, and give you mine." He did flood us with his love.
All in that also felt his special love for me. He left, and I ended the
broadcast. I said, "Not as bad as it could have been." Some awed
chuckles.
I said to them, "You are not the only species of Originators. If you
have contact with any others, you may tell them about me. If it's not
too embarrassing." Chuckles. I said, "Now I offer you my personal love.
size, and opened my arms. They came to me one by one, for my hug with
love. They were in a happy daze when I ended my presence there.
I sent part of me as Jack, to meet with Ransom. We greeted each other
well. He said, "Rose is amazing! She was amazing before, but now she's
enlightened, and even more amazing!" I said, "I have to agree. Of
course you'll be careful about what you say about her to others." He
said, "Absolutely!" I said, "Think you can do without the er,
restrictions now?" He said, "I don't know. Could they be made a
reminder, for slip-ups?" I said, "Sure. Want me to do it as Solomon?"
His eyes almost popped out of his head. Then he laughed well. He said,
"I should have suspected it! Well played!" I said, "Ready for the real
me?" He nodded, and I then looked like me. I stood and offered a hug,
and he didn't waste any time coming into my arms. He fainted. I put him
back in his chair. When he woke up, he started to apologize. I said,
"Not necessary, even after some of them ejaculate all over themselves
and me in the hug." He said, "Wow!" I said, "That was said sometimes."
Chuckles. I said, "Happened with Stephen, too, with a Monk. Big
surprise there." He laughed.
He said, "Do you really work for the FBI?" I said, "My school has an
office there. We provide psychological approvals for hires for them and
other government agencies, and some not job related counseling, not for
pay. I run that department, just like Dad did when he wanted to. He
actually started that as kid in his previous life. We do this for some
other countries as well." He said, "Some of that was in one of your TV
shows." I said, "We can't expose all of it, or we would have to stop.
People would think we are running governments, when we aren't." He
said, "I understand. Are you really like er, Jack?" I said with a grin,
"Absolutely. In fact, I need to be, for my own humanity. Unfortunately,
Kamala doesn't have that, and so has become very different from us.
Yes, she really IS the Dalai Lama, and all that it means." I cupped my
ear, and he put a wow in it. We grinned at each other.
He said, "I didn't expect this!" I said, "Eh, I'm not too upset about
said, "True. I don't act like it all the time, or what people think one
should act like. Been one for a while, so it's not new to me. Frees me
to act like I want to." He said, "I think I understand. I'm not
complaining about it at all! You now I can relate to, but as that, I
don't know." I said, "I do know, and you're right. Part of that is your
fault, actually. Oh, I liked that! Big surprise." Chuckles. I said,
"Better than fault, credit. You learned a lot form Rose. But in helping
you, that helped her to become enlightened. And she suspected it would
help her, when I asked her to do it." He said, "Wow! You did say you
managed their enlightenment. Now I know part of what that was. I
actually helped her!" He cried, and we hugged again. I said, "That's
what a real father in law does." More tears.
I said, "Would you like to meet some of the rest of your extended
family in Arizona?" He said, "I would! Now?" I said, "If you want." He
said, "Yes. I know something of you now. They're waiting." I said like
I was hurt, "You couldn't play along?" Chuckles. I ported us home. I
introduced all of them in order of age. Of the adults, Cress was last,
with Ichi. And then Galya. And then Kam ported in, in her robes, and I
introduced them. He was in awe. He caught me studying him, and they all
laughed. Mom said, "He can't help but be the master research
psychologist he is." Then we showed off all the kids. He loved them,
and they responded well. Then he said, "I've noticed something. You're
meeting to be the most comfortable for you as possible. Next time,
we'll be natural. If you don't want that, I'm sorry." He said, "No,
I'll live with it. Er, without it? Confusing." Chuckles.
We had a meal, and talked about a lot of things. I said, "It's
getting late. Allow me to take you home?" Ransom said, "Right. Yes." We
all hugged each other. Rose said, "You're welcome here any time. You
know how to reach me." Kam said, "You just HAVE to visit me in Tibet."
I said, "Have to cary a bowl." She said, "Right. Eyes popping out makes
a mess when stepped on." Chuckles. I ported with him home. I said, "I
actually did make a bowl specifically for that. Want to hear the
story?" He did, and I told him the story of Connor, with pictures.
He said, "I've been thinking of something. Was Stephen, with the
incarnation thing, actually my son?" I said, "Depends on how you look
at it, and who does the looking. He woke up at ten with no memory. So
he was his own person then, for two years, just as he would have been
if he had lost his memory and retained the spirit the body originally
had. In my opinion, even though you didn't raise him, that makes him
truly your son. When he remembered his past lives, that original
personality was still a part of who he was. And one more thing. To him,
you were one of his parents in reality, if not in practice. I can't say
he was proud of that relationship while he was alive, but I think he is
now, VERY proud." He sobbed eyes out.
When he was ready, I said, "There is something I want to show you.
It's for you, but also for my enjoyment of you seeing it. He told you
he would take care of your mob debt. Want to see how he did it?" He
said with keen interest, "I do! Please." I showed him. He laughed at
the free lesson of the ripped apart chair. I said, "One of my favorites
of his actions." We hugged. I said, "And now for something I would LOVE
to do for you and Dad. Want to try for contact?" He couldn't speak,
only nod. I linked us and reached. Dad came to us, and said, "A real
father I can love now, and I owe that to my wife and son. Well done,
all of you! Dad, you worked hard and well, and you deserve all the love
and good fortune in the world. I'm very proud of you. Thank you." He
gave us a burst of love, and left. I said in the silence, "That kind of
embarrassment we can live with." We shared our own love.
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