Solomon's Private File #209
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 24 in this story, in the Spring of 2051.
Solomon's Private File #209 "Physician"
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I asked to meet with the Harvard Chaplain. I said, "I don't know who
I should be talking to about this, even which university, but in
you've come to the right university." I said, "Somehow I knew you would
say that." Chuckles. I said, "Not too long ago, in a remote isolated
station, I healed a person. All the graduates of my school can heal
individuals without God's help, excepting parts replacement and brain
injuries if they hadn't been scanned before the injury. They don't do
it in public, though, and I can do more, because I can scan healthy
parts in time diving. Problem is, that's against the law for people who
aren't licensed medical doctors." He said, "I understand. You know more
about medicine than any of our doctors." I said, "About the brain, much
more, actually. I have't published everything." He said, "Why haven't
you?" I said, "They er, wouldn't have enough time to read it all." He
grinned. I said, "I have all of Chad's knowledge of medicine, including
his internship, and I can acquire any other knowledge practically
instantly. With Chad's death, we have nobody in my group who is legally
able to certify births and deaths. We would like to fix that, if
possible." He said, "I understand and will support this."
"Don't expect me to keep you from doing what I want." He chuckled and
said, "Now I know it's really you." He laughed at my expression, and
made some calls. He said, "Some of our people request that you port
them here to meet with you." I said, "I hope they're standing." I asked
them first, and then ported them to us. We moved to an empty chapel.
They quizzed me on medical things. They tried not to react to my smiles
as I was answering them. One was out of the usual, "Can you tell us why
our plastic surgery patients are not changed back to how they were
before, in a healing broadcast?" I said, "It's more universal than
that. All intentional body modifications that are not caused by a God
curable mental illness, are not changed unless the patient wants it to.
If they were all changed, the bodybuilder's grotesque musculature would
be er, severely trimmed. God's healing, even though it's done en mass,
is actually individualized. I should say one more thing about this. The
Dalai Lama, and I, who have also done some of the broadcasts, are
completely aware of each healing in them. Only those of my father's
blood can do that. Others of us can experience only some of it. This
shouldn't be made public, for privacy rights issues. Interestingly,
Tibet doesn't have that concept in law." They nodded. There were more
questions. Then one said, "Is Rose like you in this?" I said, "Not as
er, severely, but if not now, in very short order, as I did with Hawk
and his legal educational requirements."
I said, "I feel I should tell you something more, but it would be
very immodest of me." They grinned and nodded. I said, "That's not
nice." Chuckles. I said, "The schools in Tibet use crystals. So does my
school, and all our other schools off of the Earth. We teach
everything. These crystals are made by the mind putting things in them.
Do I have to embarrass myself further with this?" One said, "Of the
crystals currently in use, did you make them?" I said, "We prefer the
best of us to make them for external use. So, er, a little, er,
slightly, er, yes." Bigger grins. One said, "Surgery. What can you do
about that?" I said, "I would use my mind. No risk of infection. And
then almost instant healing. Your affiliated teaching hospital has a
boy who has an inflamed appendix. He is scheduled for surgery. I could
remove it from here, and heal the stump, but even better, I can remove
the pathogens, and the toxins, and heal the damage, and he would still
keep that little internal dangly bit." I gave him the name. He made a
call. He said to me, "They agree to have you do it." I said, "Done." He
called back, and found out the boy was free of pain. I said, "Oh, but
I'm not a medical doctor." He looked at his people and said, "We'll
backdate it." Nods.
One said, "Current qualifications?" I gave them a written list of my
degrees. One said, "I think you easily qualify for psychiatrist."
Another said, "With a little work, pharmacology." One said, "GP and
General Surgery." I said, "Board certification requirements involve
actual er, slicing and dicing." One said, "I think your world broadcast
experience trumps that, but do you really need those certifications?" I
said, "Actually, I don't. Any MD can do what needs to be done in an
emergency, and that's all I would be doing. Even without this, I would
keep doing what I've been doing. I'm asking for legal reasons, to
reduce possible distracting conflicts. People need help. You KNOW I
can't ignore that." He said, "No true physician could. You are all who
we would want to be one of us, and more. What states do you plan to be
licensed in?" I said, "DC, Virginia, Arizona, and I think you might
have a preference for Mass, so I'll do that first." Grins. I said,
"Here's some more work in the subjects we mentioned. Use what you
will." One, looking very hungry, said, "Something new in Neuroscience?"
I said, "You need to make sure people know that I offered this AFTER
you had made your decisions about this, and you had no idea I would do
it. Wow! You could teach a shark to look hungry." Laughter. I said,
"This has been in process for almost 14 years real time, involving more
than ten thousand subjects, and much research into time, involving
billions of subjects. I have an unusual singing voice that affects
people in interesting ways, that can be reproduced by analog
recordings, but not by digital. It was more intense when I was a child.
I intended to find out what caused it. That led to finding out in
general how music affects us, even just the voice in general. It's
ready to publish. It's kind of, er, big." I gave them a group of memory
cards. I said, "I think you might want to publish it. Here's a crystal
for convenient review. Caution; It's big. You might not want all of it
stuffed into your brain. Best to read the conclusions first."
Neuroscience man grabbed it and jammed it to his forehead. I said to
the others, "Seems he's used them before." Chuckles.
I said, "Interesting. My people are demanding I give it to them, too.
Er, loudly." Chuckles. I said, "I did. Louder compliments." The crystal
reader was in tears, "You are letting US publish this?" I said, "Sure.
Why not? Not going to hurt your rep any, to have my name in one of your
pubs." They all agreed with that, loudly.
They did grant me a medical degree, with specialties in general
practice and psychiatry, and doctorates in pharmacology, and
musicology, after requesting more papers in support of that. They
assisted in what was needed to have me licensed to practice in those
three states and DC. All that process was making news. After it was all
done, I agreed to an interview show about it. People from Harvard were
there, including the president. Greg introduced us, and asked me,
"Solomon, did you ask Harvard for a medical degree?" I said, "In
conversation with the Chaplain, who I had previously met for the animal
use show, I said that I was concerned about the legality of my healing
people in emergencies, and what might happen because of that. I think
you know what that caused." They chuckled. He said, "I do. I suspect it
will be interesting telling." The Chaplain said, "I immediately, and a
little rudely in his presence, made some calls. I asked Solomon to port
some of our people to us to have a meeting."
I said, "I should have marinated myself before that. They grilled me
to severely overdone, on medical things." The Dean of the medical
school said, "We did, and I think you know what happened." Greg grinned
and said, "He taught you?" Dean said, "Absolutely!" Chuckles. He said,
"People think we gave him a worthless degree, but never in our history
have we ever graduated a physician of such superior quality, in
knowledge, experience, and expertise, until now." Greg said, "Can you
describe some of that?" He did, and ended with, "Some are asking about
his internship and residency. He's done some world healing broadcasts.
He has experienced all those healings in his mind, with his total
recall ability. Nothing else can equal that." Greg said, "Wow! I never
actually thought of that. Does that mean that all of his group who have
done healing broadcasts could qualify to be medical doctors?" I said,
"Not all of us have total recall, and there are academic requirements.
But still, even without total recall, our students have remarkable
memories, and that's augmented by the use of crystals. And all of them
can see everything of a patient, inside and out, down to at least the
molecular level, and can, with the requisite knowledge, perform
internal surgery without breaking the skin, and then healing it. We can
all do some limited individual healing without God's help. Some have
actually done that, but I'm not going to give specifics, for legal
reasons. We will NOT bother God, needlessly." They nodded. We went to
break.
Greg was going to say something, and I grinned and nodded. He said to
the others, "I was going to say I didn't expect all this, and he was
going to say, good." Chuckles. Back on air, he asked them, "Have you
offered what you did for Solomon, to others of his group?" Dean said,
"Not personally, but we DO offer it to those of his group who would
qualify. That Solomon certifies. We KNOW he knows what he's doing, and
doesn't lie." I said to him, "You actually planned to embarrass me with
that, didn't you." He looked guilty, and they laughed.
Greg said, "This is embarrassing, but I have to ask this. Well,
others have, so we should, for our viewers. Did Solomon offer you
anything in exchange for this?" They grinned and he said, "To have the
honor of him ALLOWING us to do this, are you joking?" Chuckles. Greg
said, "I see what you mean. But his research?" Dean said, "He gave us
required course material, as he's done before. That was all, until
AFTER we had agreed on what we would all do. You know him. He would NOT
manipulate us in any way." Greg said, "Yes, I DO know. He wouldn't do
that. Would consider it force." I said to him, "Well done. Some
wouldn't see it that way, or think that I would. I had recently
I glanced in his direction, "I actually begged for something in my
speciality, neuroscience, because he had said he had a lot of articles
he hadn't yet published. Little did I know he would give us what he did
then!" I said, "He read some of the crystal, and actually cried. Hey,
it's my turn to embarrass somebody." Chuckles. I said, "I was going to
publish it. Who actually printed it didn't matter to me. They were
there, and were asking for something, so I gave it to them. Simple."
Greg said with a smile, "Not simple to them." I said, "That they
liked it is nice, but extra. I liked that they liked it, so it's all
good." He said, "You sound like it was an ordinary thing." I said, "It
is what it is; a finished research project. One of a great many. Think
about it. This involved only human beings. I know of thousands of other
intelligent species. A LOT of research subjects! Oh, and I've healed a
lot of them, too." They all said wow. I said, "I hear that a lot." Awe
and chuckles.
Greg said, "There's a question I have to ask. You have been reported
to have been in multiple places at the same time, but not as images,
but the real you. Could you explain this for us?" I said, "No,
actually." They all stared at me. I said, musically, "You're staring at
me." Chuckles. He said, "Can you tell us why you can't explain it? Er,
that sounds awkward." I said, "I was going to say that. Here it is.
What I need to do, happens. That's all I can say about it that won't
cause useless confusion. Further speculation would probably cause that,
too." One said, "Miracle?" I said, "Hmm, well, that could be the best
of the available terms for it, but it doesn't tell the whole thing.
That just isn't possible. But I could say this. Those of my group have
some rare mental abilities. We know exactly how they work, in the
strange science that enables them. To use the advanced techniques such
as porting, we train hard in specific processes and the control of
them, and then do those things step by step. With practice, that
happens very fast. Well, I've gone a little beyond that. I don't need
to think of those things. I want it to happen, and it does. I no longer
bother with how, I just do. Just like I don't need to plan things now.
I just do the right thing at the right time. For example, here on the
desk is a colored diamond sculpture of a peach tree. I don't know how
it was made, even though I know how it COULD be made in different ways.
I just wanted it there, and it politely showed up. Yes, even I who do
this, think it's strange. I sense a buildup of wows." Some did express
them, with some awe and smiles.
One said, "Is God doing it?" I said, "No, God isn't doing what I do.
That's why I exist. To do what He would do, for Him." He said, "Why
doesn't he do it himself?" I said, "He hasn't told me that. And I'm not
going to ask. What I should know, He will tell me." Greg said, "I know
you. You do know why." I said, "If I did have an idea, and there is no
way I could know definitively without Him telling me, I wouldn't tell
you without His permission. My being is His, including loyalty." He
said, "I understand better now. I apologize for pushing for that." I
said, "Accepted." He said, "We are out of time. Thank you for being
with us today." We were off air.
I said, "Separation of us and God is, in a way, a false concept.
Eventually, we will all become a part of Him, and because in His realm,
all time is one, in a way, we already are. Even I, with who I am, can't
fully reason with that." Greg said, "I think I see what you mean.
Better to not confuse the public with that. The tree. What do we do
with it?" I said, "I don't know. Keep it." Producer came in and said,
"Really? For CNN?" I said, "Sure. I don't have a use for it. Oh, I see.
Think of it this way. Of material things, if I can't eat it or screw
All of a sudden, I have a strong desire to go home now." Knowing
chuckles. I hugged them all, and shifted away. But I was already at
home and doing what I had hinted at. Galya said while we were resting,
"Your multiple bodies are VERY useful." I said, "Would give it a new
reality when somebody tells me to screw myself." Chuckles.
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