Solomon's Private File #215
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 25 in this story, in the Summer of 2051.
Solomon's Private File #215 "Way of Harmony"
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I ported to a ranch in South Africa, with my Ki flowing. I said,
"Stop!" They all understood me, in their own most known languages. I
said, "Why are you here and fighting?" One yelled, "They're white!" I
said, "I think I can see that as well as you can. Why is their color a
reason for you to want to kill them? Should they paint themselves, so
you will like them better?" They were very frustrated. One said,
"Whites oppressed us!" I said, "That's true, very true, and very bad.
Tell me, just for the sake of curiosity, have any of the people who
live here now ever oppressed any of YOU?" Silence. I said, "Do you know
what happens to people who don't answer my questions, and with the
truth?" One said, "I must say they have not." I said, "Have they, in
fact, been kind to you, even at their own expense?" He said, "They
have." I said, "Do these people deserve what you are doing to them?"
father killed another unjustly, should YOU be killed for that?" He
said, "Er, no." I said, "In this, you are being unjust. You know that,
if you allow yourselves to think clearly. In fact, you are actually
harming your own futures with this. All because of anger and
frustration. Your revenge, always a bad thing, is misplaced." Some
looked a little embarrassed.
I said, "With what you have done to these innocent people, do you
think they will take their own revenge on you? Answer please!" Some
said, "No." I said, "So you DO know they are good people. And this,
well, how do you feel about yourselves, now?" One said, ashamed, "We
were wrong." I said, "You are strong well motivated people. You could
do great things, if you don't waste yourselves on these senseless
mutually destructive actions. The color of one's skin is not a true
measure of who a person is. Skin doesn't know good or bad. Skin has no
soul. Only the person inside it has a soul. My father was very white
skinned, before God changed it. My mother's people, who were oppressed
natives in the past, are dark skinned, and they adopted my father with
love. I am, in this life, of mixed race, but in past lives I have been
of all races. I am of all of you, of all kinds. I know all kinds can be
good. I live to help them to be so. Will you work for the good of all?"
They were thinking that over.
I said, "You have done bad things. Come to me for forgiveness, so you
can be good." I held out my arms, and they came to me for my hugs with
Ki enhanced love. So did those of the ranch. Hawk and Galagos ported in
to assist. After that, I said, "I introduce to you my Uncle Hawk, and
his mate, the great artist Galagos. And now my wife, who I will not
name for her privacy." Galya ported in, in disguise. I said, "As you
see, we are all of different colors. Love knows no color, no group, no
country no status, no wealth, only the soul. Now God will show you this
reality!" I started the love broadcast. God joined us and, and after
some healing, said, "Solomon is my Senior Prophet of all time and
spaces. He speaks and acts for Me as if I did. We are TRUTH! We are
LOVE! I greet with blessings, Galagos, mate of Hawk, and the unnamed
wife of Solomon, with my special love. I ask all to give my love to
others, and never hate." He left.
Galagos said, "Wow!" I said, "And that needs no translation!" Galya
poked me, and we hugged and kissed. Hawk and Galagos kissed. Some were
about to protest. I said to them, "God blessed them and their union.
Would you go against that?" They thought again. Some nodded. I said,
"Galagos, would you repeat for the record what God said?" He did, in
awe. I said to all, "Do you say that is correct?" They did. I said,
"This will go on television, not because of any will of mine, but
because of God's, who doesn't much care about my embarrassment."
Chuckles. I said, "This is thirsty work." I made appear tables of fine
food and drink. And chairs. I said, "For all, with my blessing. No
alcohol, though." I repaired all damaged property, which they noticed
with awe. I said, "We have other work to do, so we must leave you, our
new found friends. Be well." We all ported home.
Galagos said, "He spoke to me!" Galya said, "I know what you mean! If
I could compress a million wows together, it wouldn't be enough!" Mom
said, "Good one!" They hugged and kissed.
I shifted, when he was there, to the office of the president of CNN.
I said, "Got an action for broadcast." He read the crystal, and said,
"I like this! Relevant world wide. Good that it's short. We're going to
repeat it a lot. Multiple translations?" I said, "In the cards." He
said, "Thanks. Er, we've had some techs look into these. You make your
own?" I said, "I do." He said, "Tests show they're better than any on
the market. Going to go public with it?" I said, "Not as you think.
Better in tolerances, not in something patentable. I wouldn't hand them
out if they were of a different tech." He said, "Oh. Thanks." We
grinned, and I shifted out.
I was asked to comment about it on a show. After it played, Don said,
"A universal truth there. Skin isn't who we are." I said, "True. But we
couldn't live without skin. It's meant to protect us from the
environment, but NOT to keep us apart. That's why we invented hugs.
Skin to skin, helps to us to be soul to soul, in sharing love.
Different colors of skin are just to add extra beauty to our lives. A
painting of all one color is not nearly as good to our eyes, as one of
many colors. Let love paint our multicolored world with the good of who
we can be, for all." He just stared at me, in tears. Control room went
to commercial. I gave him a box of tissues. Back on air, Don said,
"What you said was beautiful!" I said, "It's something of how the
enlightened see things. Harmony sings to us. It's not really singing,
but words don't express this well." He said, "But you're doing a great
job of it!" I said, "Thanks. Job is right. Our purpose."
He said, "You set up kind of a party there, before you left.
Different. Do you think they'll make it an annual event?" I said, "Hmm,
an annual event. Not a bad idea. Could give what they went through,
more meaning, and into future generations." He said, "Maybe for the
whole country. It could become national day of love and togetherness."
I said, "America's first Thanks Giving meal, was a coming together of
different people, different races. We celebrate that every year, to
give thanks for all we have. Sharing is good. Why not with other
nations? Canada has one." He said, "True. I hope they listen to this in
South Africa." I smiled and said, "I usually hope for that." He
chuckled.
I said, "Harmony is also expressed in the concept of Yin Yang. Or,
what goes around, comes around. I actually lived that." He said,
"Please tell us!" I said, "At one time it was my job as assistant choir
master for a Catholic Church, to assist the boys with their voices. Er,
surgically." He said, "You did what!" I said, "By order and custom, I
castrated the boys with the best voices, so their voices wouldn't
change, so we could have the best choir around. I know it's barbaric,
but then it was common and accepted custom. My point in this, is in my
next life, I was a boy in a choir, and was castrated myself. And OH did
that HURT!" He said, "No anesthesia?" I said, "Got me drunk, was about
it. Not nearly enough to feel no pain! I screamed my throat raw. Took a
while before I could sing again, severely irritating the Choir Master."
He said, "How did you feel after it healed?" I said, "Actually, it
never healed fully, always hurting. Got infected. I collapsed in the
middle of a song, and died a few hours later. I lived only 19 days
after the chopping. Not a good time for comfort." He said, "Were you
angry?" I said, "I wasn't angry at all. I wanted to be castrated. I
loved singing in the Choir, so close to God. I knew He loved me, and I
served Him and the church very willingly, with all my heart."
He was obviously at a loss for words. I said, "Don't be too quick to
judge the lives you've never lived. The world was different, and
different from what people now think it was. Religion as we know it
today, isn't anything like it was in older times. And more so the
further back in time you go. People were totally terrified by
unexplainable natural events. They lived in terrible fear that the
spring wouldn't come, or that the crops might fail, or their children
would die mysteriously. All those things DID happen, and much more, and
they didn't know why they were being punished. So, in desperation, they
tried to appease the all powerful Gods who caused all the bad things.
What they sometimes did for that, we would condemn strongly now, but
then they believed with all their hearts that if they didn't do those
things, their entire world would be destroyed. But how to get their
Gods' attention? The people prayed, and nothing changed. Maybe their
Gods didn't notice? So they killed animals in sacrifice, to carry the
message to the Gods. Often, that was seen to be not enough. So they did
that to people. In ceremonies the priests killed a person, who then
could carry the message to the Gods. Some believed it actually worked.
Some knew in their hearts that it DID work. I think you might want to
know how I know this."
Don said, "I do! This is fascinating! Please continue." I said, "I
know, because I lived that. Please remember that these are past lives,
and they are only memories of history, and not who I am now." He said,
"Yes, an important point. It's history from a personal perspective." I
said, "I was a Priest of the Maya, who did some of those sacrifices. I
knew with all my heart that it was absolutely necessary for the
continuance of my people. But here's where the theme of harmony comes
in. We Priests knew that in our next lives, WE would be the ones to be
sacrificed on the Altar, and it was true, but I didn't live long enough
to see my heart cut out. They never did. No, it didn't hurt much.
Drugs. What goes around, DOES often come around, but it isn't always
what we think it is. What is bad or good, is only so in that time and
place, in that context. It's very different when you live it." We went
to break.
Don said, "I can't believe you revealed those lives!" I said, "The
past lives we remember are managed by God. So they must have a purpose.
I use them when I should." He said, "Please tell them that when we come
back." We came back, and I did. Then I said, "Remember, Abraham would
have killed Isaac on the rock in sacrifice to God. Why would he even
think of doing such a horrible to us thing, if it were not common
accepted practice in those times? It actually was. That we believe such
things today are horrible, is for now. We shouldn't judge the past with
who we are now, but with who they were then. Who knows how people will
be a few thousand years in the future? What will they think of what WE
did? All our wars, many millions slaughtered, and for religion, or just
for money? Compare that to the past FEW who died for their religion, in
honest sacrifice. Who are really the barbarians? Judge not others, lest
you be judged. You do, and you might find you won't like what you see,
of YOU." Don said, "We're out of time. Thank you, Solomon, for being
with us today." I said, "It's my duty. You're welcome."
Off air, Don said, "You made some important points with those lives.
I was wrong about that." I said, "You couldn't know where I was going
with that. Not that I did myself. I was just keeping to the theme. It
all flowed from that. And I included the heart as a sub theme, too." He
said, "A true artist with words!" I said, "Thanks. I try. It's
important. The history we make, should have in it what matters to the
future. I need to make that work for us and beyond." He nodded with
some tears. We hugged with love. I shifted out.
At home I said, "Before somebody else says it, yes, I got right to
the heart of the matter." Chuckles and pokes. Hugs with love, too.
I shifted to Tibet, after they saw the show. They were discussing it
with The Dalai Lama in a meeting room in her residence. I said, "May I
join you?" Kam said, "Absolutely! Well, I asked you to come." Smiles
and grins all around. She said, "Questions for my big brother?" One
all the more." I had to grin. Some chuckled. He said to me, "Are you
greater in enlightenment than the Dalai Lama?" Kam said, "To save him
from embarrassing himself, I'll do it for him. He is so much beyond me,
I can't understand it." I said, "Yes, you did it." She grinned, and we
hugged.
One said, "Are you more powerful than your father, and if so, how did
that happen?" I said, "I am. How that happened is because we are
different people, with different personalities. In his first modern
Stephen incarnation, he did not grow up among Adepts. He discovered
much of what he knew about this, on his own, and much of that was
motivated by his need to do things. Battles with the Dark. And he was a
scientist, so he wanted to know how things worked, but he was more like
an engineer in that, looking to apply what he would learn, and not so
much for curiosity. That life continued directly in the next life,
which was specifically for duty, and almost all he did then was for
work, and relatively little for research.
I said, "With me, I was born into the most powerful family the Earth
had ever known. Psionics was all around me, so I could learn at an
early age, more than he did, just by experience. Where he had been
motivated mostly by duty, I didn't have that. What I had was intense
curiosity about people, and why they did what they did. They sure
didn't know!" Chuckles. I said, "So I set about learning all I could
about that. But I couldn't. There was very little to learn from, that
made sense. So I did my own research. And I had something else. To
learn about people, well, I was one, so I learned about me. In that, I
discovered some abilities that he hadn't known about, and I developed
them and taught them to others. In teaching, you have to know a subject
differently than just from learning it. You know children. The most
frustrating word they utter is, 'why'!" Good chuckles. I said, "In my
love for them, I had to answer, so I learned it. Not just how, like my
father did, but why. That took me deeper into all I learned. All this
was before my Third Eye fully opened. When it did, wow!" Grins and
chuckles. I said, "All my past lives came to me, and some had been VERY
interesting! But there was already something bad happening. I was the
best of all of us. That made me the leader. I didn't want to be, but I
couldn't escape it. How many leaders actually studied how to be a
leader?"
That was something they hadn't thought of. I said, "No only did I do
that, I deliberately changed who I was, so I could be a good leader.
That caused me to know myself possibly more than any other person ever
had. I would have been enlightened then, if I had allowed myself to be.
I knew it wasn't right for me then. Still, I was the leader. That is a
LARGE responsibility, not just for our group, but for what we do for
the world and WAY beyond. That forced me to develop even more. I was
pushed into situations, some I know now were deliberate, caused by God,
that caused me to discover new things and new abilities, beyond all
others. So much now, I can't teach them directly. Each must go there on
their own path. May yours be as interesting as mine has been, and
filled with love." I stood, and so did they. Kam said, "Thank you
Chuckles. I said, "Contact?" She said, "Please." I said, "I know you
won't like this, but I think what will be said this time should not be
shared with the public." Kam said, "We must agree."
I said, "We are isolated now. No others will experience or know of
this." I started the limited love broadcast, and God joined us. He
said, "Solomon is second only to me, in all that is good that was ever
or will ever exist. When he joins Me, he will be above all others
through eternity, because he will be Me. Kamala has known this, but was
not to say. I say this now in the Truth that we are." He left, and I
stopped the broadcast. I said, "Talk about embarrassment!" Kam poked
me. Rhamcha and the other Abbots were in shock. I said, "Don't ask me
to explain what He said. Even if I knew, I wouldn't. That is His will
to do, not me." I bowed and shifted away, thinking some very annoyed
thoughts about God. He let me feel his humor. We shared love.
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