Solomon's Private File #232
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 26 in this story, in the Spring of 2052.
Solomon's Private File #232 "Wrestling With It"
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A sixteen year old boy was walking to school. I shifted to walk to
beside him, and then let him be aware of me. I said, "Hi, Joe, I'm
Solomon. There's a little problem we need to talk about it." He was
surprised, naturally, and said, "Nobody's going to believe this!" I
said, "Well, that's up to you, if you don't tell tell them. Don't worry
about being late for school. I'm making time run a little different for
us. Also, nobody can see us. Good thing, because I just made a sofa for
us on the sidewalk." He grinned. We sat. I said, "You're a very good
wrestler." He said, "Thanks! You watched?" I said, "Something like
that. You've got some unusual problems with it." He said, "Can I talk
to you like in Church?" I said, "Absolutely." He said, "I'm gay. Hard
to keep that er, hard under control." He was looking at his lap, and it
was expanding at just the thought of it. I said, "That happens with
some who aren't gay, too. I REALLY know that, myself." He laughed and
said, "I didn't know."
I said, "But that's not why we need to talk. You have some psionic
abilities. Sometimes you're using them to give you an unfair
advantage." He looked at me in shock. Then he thought a little, and
said, "I think I see what you mean. Some odd things. I didn't know!" I
said, "I know that. But it has to stop." He said, "But how can I stop
what I don't know that I'm doing?" I poked him, and said, "Think I came
here just to complain?" He said, "Oh. Right." I said, "Did that just
jump?" He laughed and said, "I think it did." I said, "Obviously works
well. Got some solutions available. I could remove your psionic
abilities permanently. Or you could quit wrestling. What do you think
so far?" He said, "Can I hope for another solution?" I said, "Sure. I
could put a command in your mind that would prevent you from using your
psionics unjustly. I know all about that, because I and my students
have that in our minds." He said, "Wow!" I said, "We really do hear
that a lot." Chuckles.
I said, "By the time my students are able to try to learn to port,
they can override that command if they want to, but they can't want to.
It's just not who they are. So, want that?" He said, "I do!" I said, "I
can add something extra to that if you want, to prevent an erection
when you're in wrestling practice or competition. But you can override
that by choice, if you want to play poke-him." He was embarrassed, but
had to say, "Please. Thank you." I said to him the words that I would
use for that, and he agreed. I gave him the crystal. I said, "You'll
see the index first. For now, choose the restriction commands. The
other things in it are some books about psionics you can look at later,
and some other things you might have some interest in. It has a loop so
you can put it on a chain if you want to. Oh, and it also has my love
in it. The love will work for anybody, but the rest of it only works
for you." He said, "Wow! I don't know how to thank you enough!" I said,
"Then I'll tell you. Be a good person. Help others. Improve yourself.
Be somebody YOU can love, so others can love you, too."
I hugged him with all my love, and he ejaculated. He was too dazed to
be as embarrassed about that as he would otherwise have. I said, "Don't
worry about it. I'll clean it up. Happens with straight men, too. And
not just with humans." He said, "Wow! Oh, but what about with your
friends?" I grinned and said, "Very often, and not just one sided, and
said, "We don't care about gender or sexuality. Love is all that
matters. Not the best exercise for fitness, but it sure is the most
fun!" Grins and chuckles.
He said, "I don't have a boyfriend. I'm afraid to, well, all of it."
I said, "Not told anybody?" He said, "Right." I said, "You have an
older sister. Most know." He said, "I don't know if she knows. Do you
know?" I said, "I can't invade her privacy to find out. But I do know,
and so do you, that she really loves you." He said, "Do you think I
should tell her?" I said, "I can't say. That's up to you. Probably
eventually, you'll come out. Not telling them when you could, might
make them feel bad, even angry, with you, that you didn't trust them.
On the other side of that, you don't know how they will react, and it
could be better not to tell them until you're an adult and can live on
your own, if they would have a problem with it. Only you can make that
decision. One more thing, though. They will probably find out, one way
or another. Your choices will affect how that happens. Most times, our
controlling what happens with us, is better than letting other people
do it the way they want to. But even that we can't really know in
advance."
I said, "Growing up isn't easy. That's the way it's supposed to be.
You'll understand that better with some thinking. Your decisions about
this, will be a part of it." He said, "I love you." I said, "That's
good. We should all love each other. You know I love you." He said, "I
mean I'm in love with you." I said, "You might not want to accept this,
but actually, you're not. I'm something of an expert in this. Yes, you
have a different kind of love for me now, but when you REALLY fall in
love, you'll know the difference." He said, "How is it different?" I
said, "Now, your love is emotional, from admiration, respect, and
attachment to a protector and counselor. And it's sexual, with
attraction, and that you've experienced my personal love. Falling in
love is something beyond all that, involving the romantic and the
spiritual. And it's different with psionic people. Truer and deeper,
because we see and understand more of each other."
He said, "I think I understand a little. A lot of people love you
like I do?" I said, "Hey, I can be embarrassed, too! Oh, alright. Yes.
Loads. Happy now?" Chuckles, and a hug. We stood. He said, "Can I tell
other people about this?" I said, "Sure. Could cause you problems,
though. Some might not believe you, and do bad things because of that.
Some might resent you, and treat you badly out of jealousy. Some might
want to be your friend, really pushy about it, to be associated with
somebody who's met me. The worst friends anybody can have. Publicity
might cause a lot of problems with you and your family, who might not
think they deserve that. Private things exposed, and so on. And do you
really want people to know you're half psionic, before you even know
much about it? Whatever happens, it will change your life. On the other
"Wow! You really think about these things!" I said, "Thinking is
useful. Do it more and better than others, will NOT cause you some lack
of respect, and could help you to do some very useful things with your
life." He looked at me with awe and admiration, and er, adoration. I
said, "Oops, didn't reduce your love, did it." He laughed.
I said, "One more thing. Your crystal won't want to get lost. If you
ever can't find it, hold out your hand when nobody is looking, and wish
hard for it, and there it will be. Our meeting is in the crystal, too."
We hugged, and I shifted out, restoring normal time, and removing the
sofa. He stood there for a minute, and then resumed walking to school,
with a strange half smile on his face.
I was in a nightclub, at the bar. I looked hansom, and was dressed to
impress, but not looking like the real me. I was also set to have no
psionics, to other people's perceptions. I felt the sharp notice from a
woman. She came up and sat next to me. I smiled and nodded to her. She
tried to shove her will at me. I said to her, "You're beautiful. You
dress with very good taste. You move like a well trained athlete.
You're very intelligent. With all that going for you, why do you need
to force your psionic will on men?" She was afraid, and made to get up
and leave. Then we were in a time bubble. I said, "We are isolated.
Time stopped, in relation to the club. Our discussion won't end until I
let it, and no one here will be aware of anything about it but us.
Please answer my question." She just sat there. Then she screamed. Then
she yelled, "He's trying to rape me!"
I said, "You wouldn't be trying to give me ideas, would you?" Then
she was VERY afraid. I said, "So, you're afraid of me, of being raped.
Isn't that essentially what you did to your male victims? To be fair, I
should actually do it. No, you can't escape, so you might as well do
the conversation bit, because I won't let you go until you do." I
stared at her for two minutes. Then she cried. She said, "I didn't rape
them! They enjoyed it!" I said, "I've heard that before from other
rapists. A lot of them like to imagine that. How can anybody enjoy what
they are forced to do? Do you enjoy being here with me? You obviously
don't, and I haven't done a thing to you, physically. Please answer my
question." Silence. Then she said, "Who are you? How are you doing
this?"
I said, "If you want answers, give some first." More silence. She
took a gun out of her purse. I said, "I advise you not to fire it. The
sound in this enclosed space would damage your hearing. And if you
miss, the bullet will bounce off the walls of this space, and you might
end up shot, yourself. And if you kill me, you will be in here
forever." She put it back. She said, "I did it because I didn't know if
they would really like me." I said, "I don't know how they couldn't.
How in the world did you come up with that idea?" She said, "Really?" I
said, "Absolutely! Just about everything about you is very attractive.
How is it you don't know this? Oh, the ugly duckling syndrome?" She
thought some, and said, "I think I know what you mean. Yes, I grew up
unattractive. Too tall and clumsy. I couldn't talk to boys, and they
didn't want me to." I said, "Now they can't, being too tongue-tied at
your beauty." She looked embarrassed. I said, "Hmm, tongue tying,
sounded a little odd in this situation." She smiled. I said, "Wow! If
you could sell that smile, you could fill a bank!"
She looked strange, and said, "One of your pickup lines?" I said,
"No. I married my school sweetheart. I've never had to use anything
like that. But I do think I might use it on her when I get the chance.
Thanks for the inspiration." She said, "Truth?" I said, "Nothing but."
Her eyes opened wide, and she said, "You're Solomon!" I said, "Yes.
Sure took you a while." She chuckled. She said, "So it's ALL true." I
said, "Absolutely!" She said, "Am I going to prison?" I said, "Well, if
you want to visit one. No? Then don't. But you DO know something is
said, "Yes, we usually remove it. It really hurts us to do that. If we
"Oh! I see more now. You have to give people a chance to choose to do
better." I said, "Where it's possible, yes. With some help, sometimes.
WILL you choose to stop misusing your psionics?" She said, "I want to,
but what if I can't?"
I said, "That's where the help comes in. All in my group have an
implanted prohibition that prevents misuse of powers. At the advanced
level, we can override it, but we never have. It's just not who we are.
With your permission, I can give that to you." She said, "And if I
refuse?" I said, "Then I won't, and if you try to do that again, you
will lose all your psionics forever. But you've already decided to have
it." She smiled, and said, "Yes." I said, "It's in this crystal. You
can see the prohibition in it before accepting it." She put it to her
forehead, and said, "Wow! It has your love in it!" I said, "It only
works for you." She did accept it. I said, "One more thing, now. Why I
need to do this. The public and the police must NEVER be involved in a
psionic personal crime, or we will ALL become targets for
extermination." She said, "Wow!" I said, "Those of my group are the
only people who can police our kind, so we must. Regular people have no
defense against us. If we make them afraid, they will be absolutely
terrified, and then will do something terrible about it. We wouldn't
survive that. Just today, so far, I've done this duty 562 times, all
over the world, with people who didn't think of that need. Too selfish
to think of that, actually." She said, "Yes. I'm VERY sorry! You're
right. Selfish!" I said, "The true root of all evil. Er, are we good
now?"
She smiled through her tears, and said, "Good, is what I'm going to
try to be!" I said, "It's not going to be easy. Change can be tough.
But I'll be thinking good thoughts about you. Might help. And this." I
held out my arms, and she came into them, crying. I hugged her with all
my love, and then helped her to sit. I said, "Best to stop with the
waterworks. I've dried your tears and repaired your makeup. When I
release the time field, I will be gone, and nobody here but you will
ever know I was here. Ready?" She nodded, and then she was alone, and
then fully in the club. She went straight home.
I said in the ear of a shift supervisor of security for a Native
American casino in New England, "Only you can hear this. Please don't
do what you were planning to do just now, without discussing it with
me. I'm Solomon. I'll hear you if you want to speak softly." He said,
"So you know about that? He's cheating." I said, "Yes. What you would
do won't stop him from doing bad to others. I think a comprehensive
solution is better, in this case. Not that I personally care about his
cheating there. In my opinion, you're ALL doing it." He chuckled and
said, "Your opinion on this is already known. What would you like me to
do?" I said, "What you were going to do. Invite him to a private room,
and scare the living daylights out of him. Then I show up and er,
rescue him, and try to pump him full of ethics." He said, "What if that
doesn't work?" I said, "You know the options. Whatever, he's not going
to do it again." He said, "I agree to your plan. You'll guard?" I said,
"Yes. No danger."
He signaled two other security men, and they joined him, and he
identified the cheater. They went to him, and he said, "Sir, there is a
problem. Please come with us so we can straighten it out." Cheater
said, "What do you mean?" He said, "Please come with us so we can
discuss it. You wouldn't want to do this in front of everybody, believe
me." He said, "Oh, alright." They went into a private office. The
supervisor sat behind a desk, and the cheater sat in front of it, and
the two guards were behind him. Supe said, "You were cheating." Cheater
said, "I wasn't!" Supe said, "Cut the crap! I'm psionic, just like
you." He said, "What are you going to do to me?" Supe said, "You owe us
$15,000. You pay now, you leave in one piece." He said, afraid, "I
gestured to the guards, and they grabbed the cheater. I shifted in, and
said, "Please stop." They did, in surprise.
I said, "I propose we handle this in a different way." Supe said,
"Solomon! I see. We'll see what you have in mind." He said to the
guards, "Much as I'd like, we won't be needing you here." They nodded
and left. I sat in the other chair. I said, "Mitch, you did cheat.
That's against the law. That you used psionics to do it, makes it my
business. What have you got to say for yourself?" He said, sullenly, "I
need the money." I said, "Most people do. Most of them don't cheat to
get it. Why?" He said, "My business partner forced me out of the
business. I'm a freelance sound engineer for bands. We each own our
equipment, but he kept mine and sold it to pay for hiring a new guy,
before I knew about it!" I said, "Why did he force you out?" He said,
"We had an argument. We hadn't been getting along well." I said,
"That's not all. The rest." He said, "There isn't any rest." I said,
"First and last time, don't lie to me." He went pale, and said, "I er,
argued with the event owners. They don't care about good sound, only
profits!" I said, "So, good sound engineering is more important to you
than profit?" He said, "It should be, yes."
I looked at the supe, and he said, "An artist. With the usual
temperament." I said, "Have you listened to your sound system, lately?
Would drive me away in tears." He chuckled and said, "I have to agree.
There are possibilities." He said to the cheater, "So, you're out of
work and money. You owe us, and we might be able to use a sound
engineer. A good one. Know any really good ones who might be
available?" Cheater stared at us both, looking back and forth. I said,
"He's probably interested in one without a sore neck." Chuckles. I said
to him, "Got any other prospects?" He said to me, "No. Would they?" I
said, "Well, why not? Sounds like a good deal all around, if it could
be made to work. Still some issues to resolve."
I said, "You misused your psionics. What shall we do about that?" He
said in fear, "You're going to take them away?" I said, "That's one
option. The other is an implanted restriction like all my people have,
that helps to prevent misuse." He said, "I'll take that, please!" I
said, "It's in this crystal. You can see it before you agree to it." he
put it to his head, and accepted it. He said, "We should ALL have
this!" I said, "I agree, but I can't force people. Would be against,
well, that." Smiles. Supe said, "May I see it?" I gave it to him. He
took a while to decide, but he did accept it, and said so. He said,
"May I keep this to use on our psionic employes?" I said, "It will only
grinned. I said, "But the big bosses have to know and approve, or YOU
could get into trouble." He said, "I have to agree. Will you give me a
crystal recording of this er, situation?" I said, "You were supposed to
ask for that." He laughed. I gave it to him, and said, "It will work
for anybody. Also has comments on audio." Grins.
I said, "I should leave now. You're going to your boss. If I went
with you, well, we won't be overjoyed about what I might say about what
goes on here. But if you had better REAL entertainment, I would feel a
little better about this place. And that's on the recording." More
grins, and with nods. I stood, and so did they, and I hugged them. I
shifted out, knowing the former cheater would be hired, and be
appreciated, too.
I said to Daren, "I've been doing a lot of things in time isolation,
where I couldn't be monitored. I'll share them the new way when you
schedule it." He did that, in groups. There were a lot of wows. After
that, he said, "Why aren't you sharing that duty?" I said, "Training
completed." He growled, and we laughed. He said, "I should've thought
of that." I said, "Actually, yes." Growls. But with love.
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