Solomon's Private File #280
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 28 in this story, in the Summer of 2054.
Solomon's Private File #280 "China Mine Explosion"
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U.S. and other governments are asking me for more things, and I'm
doing most of them. Then something a little unusual happened. A Venus
orbital probe, on the way there, partially intersecting Earth's orbit
far away from Earth, sent back pictures that made the news. There was a
large artificial construction there. I was asked about it and agreed to
do a show. John announced the topic, and what was known about it. Then
he said to me, "Solomon, what do you know about this?" I said, "It's a
spaceball arena. My father and a friend made it during part of a lunch
hour when he was twelve." He said, "Wow!" I said, "Sure. They probably
said that." Chuckles.
He said, "It looks not well finished." I said, "On the outside, yes.
They didn't intend for anybody to be staring at it. Made of old
shipping containers welded together." He said, "I don't see a door." I
said, "It doesn't have any doors. Made for people who can port. We
could go there now, but there's not much point to it. Can't see out. No
windows." He said, "We could actually go there?" I said, "Sure, but
have you ever been weightless? You might not want to do that for the
first time on camera." He said, "Oh. I see. Can you show us the inside
of it?" I did, and said, "Here's where the audience sits, and that's
the referee's computer control station. The game is like handball, but
you don't even touch the balls with your hands, and the object is to
hit your opponent with them. There is a force screen between the halves
of the court that lets the ball through, and no other solid thing. You
move the ball by pushing your own energy at it."
I said, "Want to see a game? He said, "Sure!" I showed him Dad and
Ichi, and said, "That's my father, and the other boy he invented the
game with. I have his permission to show this, with his face changed."
He said, "They have a lot of protective gear on." I said, "Have to.
You're supposed to hit your opponent. One game you do NOT want to play
while naked! A the speed of the action, balls hurt a LOT, when hit.
When THEY hit. Er, when you're hit with one." Surprised chuckles. I
said, "Normally, only Adepts can see the force they will be using, but
I'll show it to you as an add-on. They're starting with one ball at one
G." I showed that, and then four balls. I said, "Then at zero G." And
then with eight balls. They were playing VERY fast. He said, "Wow!" I
said, "A common expression there. Those two were the best players of
their generation. This was while Zander was training with them, and
that creative lunch hour was a break from their teaching of him. We
don't use this arena anymore. We have more and better on Allguard, and
all the schools use them. It's a LOT of fun, and very good for
training. Showers and locker room are attached, and very much needed.
No, I'm not going to show you them in use. Prudes would have a fit, and
tired hands." He laughed. We went to break.
Back, he said, "Are there any more of your things in space in our
solar system?" I said, "None, including that one. I moved it. Don't
need things bumping into it." He said, "Is there anything else in the
system that isn't ours?" I said, "You mean not of any nation here on
Earth?" He said, "Yes." I said, "Yes. There is." He said, "Oh! Please
tell us about them!" I said, "No. Go look for yourself." He said, "I
see. A challenge for our space programs." I said, "If they want to
think of it that way, good, if it helps. Hmm, I'm receiving some
suggestions from my associates." He said, "Please tell us what they
are." I said, "Some are a little unusual. Most involve some kind of a
space scavenger hunt." He said, "They suggest that you put things in
different places for explorers to find?" I said, "Yes, but some of the
things to find, well, I wouldn't seriously consider them, no matter how
said, "Will you do that?" I said, "It would be more interesting if I
didn't say either way." Grins. I signaled the end, and it happened.
John said, "We had more questions ready." I said, "I know. A good
ending is more important than a good beginning. Single topic shows are
painful to you. Sorry. There's a good reason. Multiple topics confuse
people. Well, more than usual, and dilutes the messages in them. One
time I actually intended that, but it wasn't a show here." He said,
"Please, I have to know!" I said, "I knew that. My presentation to
Congress of the crystal file system. I showed what I really looked like
then, deliberately to split the attention of the public." He reviewed
that, and said, "Oh. I see. To reduce their possible worship of you." I
said, "Yes. My group didn't see that in advance." Grins.
He said, "Do you have other actions you could show us?" I said, "I'm
doing thousands of those all the time. Almost all of them involve
aliens and long term situations that people here couldn't understand or
relate to, or are private to the individual. I helped an art teacher do
better with a talented student. I helped a girl who was being picked on
by the usual groups. I helped a chef to not kill the drug pushers who
sold the drugs to his daughter, that she worked as prostitute to pay
for, that he blamed for her death, that HE actually drove her to. I
helped a Minister who blamed himself for his wife's death. Those last
two were asked for by the dead." He said, "Oh! I see what you mean." I
said, "When there is something I can use for a good purpose, where it
wouldn't case harm to people to have on a show, I do. Don't be greedy."
Grins. We hugged.
There was an open pit mine on China. I shifted to the office of the
manager, and said, "Please excuse the interruption, but there is a
mistake in the scheduled blast. Too much explosive, and some faults in
the rock that are going to magnify that." He looked at me with some
suspicion, and said, "How do you know this?" I said, "I know all that
happens on Earth." He said, "I don't believe you." I said, "That's not
a smart attitude for somebody who is responsible for the lives of
others. For proof, test me. Ask me something only you will know." He
said, "But you could read my mind." I said, "True. Wouldn't that
include the mind of the person who set the explosive?" He said, "That's
true. But how would you know of the faults?" I showed him a large
image, and said, "This is where the explosion is to take place, and
this is the diagram of the faults. I can enlarge any part of this to
show you more detail. I can SEE it. All of Earth, actually, down to to
subatomic particles that are unknown to any science. I have said this
before on television, and have shown proof. And I never lie." He said,
"I don't believe you." I said, "That's your choice. I hope your
replacement is more intelligent and reasonable."
He said, "What do you mean my replacement?" I said, "Do you really
think the owners of this mine will let you stay on this job, after what
happens, does, and I show them a recording of this?" He thought some
more. I said, "You have two minutes before the blast." He kept
thinking. There was a loud boom, and then rocks began to fall onto the
roof of his office building. He said, "That shouldn't happen. Debris
this far is not possible." I said, "That it happened, makes it much
more than possible, and it shouldn't have, but you allowed it. How many
deaths are you responsible for now? How much lost production?" He said,
"Could you have stopped it?" I said, "I could have, easily. With your
permission. Doing it without that would be against the law." He said,
"But the people!" I said, "Why do you care about them now? You didn't
at all, when you could have stopped this. How does it feel to be a
murderer?" He said, "I'm not a murderer! You could have saved them!" I
said, "And you couldn't? Your justification for my guilt, applies even
more to you. I obeyed the law. You didn't have that restriction. And
you obviously don't care at ALL about your people." He said, "I do
care!" I said, "No, you are still proving that is a lie. When were you
going call for medical assistance?"
He said, "Oh!" He picked up the phone. I said, "Don't. There are no
injuries or deaths. I protected the people from the blast. Some will
need to have a little help in moving, due to the debris surrounding
them. I suggest you get to work on that. Two more things. If ANY of
them sustain an injury as a result of this, YOU will feel it for the
rest of your stupid selfish life! Now I will show this to your
superiors." I did that, and they were more annoyed by that, than by
what happened. Then I asked to see the President. I showed it to him,
and the recording with the owners. He said, "Our government is part
owner." I said, "I know. Poor safety laws, almost no oversight, and
poor training. This is not an isolated incident or problem.
Improvements could be made, if there is a will." He said, "You could
have stopped the explosion." I said, "I can stop a lot of bad things
from happening. I'm not allowed to do much of that. We need to learn
from our mistakes. Some things I can help with, and some things I
can't. How I feel about that isn't a consideration. Also, breaking the
law, and the trouble that could cause, could be worse than if I had
never existed." He said, "I'm not sure I understand the last part."
I said, "If I were arrested, and more, if I were prosecuted, the
religions of the world would NOT be happy with that. Violently unhappy,
actually. Better we don't test that." He said, "Oh! I should have
thought of that." I grinned and said, "Yes." Chuckles. I said, "I will
be showing this action on television. It will include the meeting with
the owners." He said, "And the meeting with me?" I said, "You were not
personally responsible in management, or in earning money from the
business, so that won't be necessary." He said, "Thank you!" We
grinned. Hugs.
By appointment, I shifted to see the president of CNN. I said, "New
action show." He read the crystal, and said, "This is important." I
said, "It sure was for the miners!" He said, "I see that. Interesting
you didn't port them to safety." I said, "Needed proof they were
actually in danger and would have died. Have more than enough problems
with people after earthquakes denying there would have been damage or
death if we hadn't helped." He said, "Makes sense. Thanks."
On the show, John said, "Solomon is with us to show a new action. I
haven't seen it. We'll have a discussion about it after it plays." I
said where it happened, and when. Then I played it, and then the
meetings with the owners. Then we went to break. Back, he said, "You
knew the accident was going to happen. When?" I said, "I knew when the
explosives were placed." He said, "But you didn't warn them then." I
said, "I waited to see if they would recognize and correct the problem.
I need to do that in these situations. People need to learn. I
shouldn't reduce that unless absolutely necessary." He said, "Oh! That
explains a lot of things. Actually, all you did there." I said, "Yes. I
had to enable the manager to learn and do the right thing, when I told
him and offered proof. He could have decided up to the last second, but
he didn't. Then I had to act to save the miners."
He said, "But you didn't port them." I said, "How much learning is
involved, when there is no obvious proof that they would have been
killed?" He said, "I have to agree. Some of the people you showed, that
were surrounded by rocks higher than their heads, showed quite a bit of
fear." I said, "Fear is a great motivator for change. Er, more than
just for a change of clothes." He said, "I noticed. Did you show this
action to anybody else?" I said, "I sometimes show these kinds of
actions to heads of the governments concerned, before broadcast, so
they will have time to prepare well composed comments if they want to.
Bad thing for all, in saying stupid things in a hurry." He said, "Oh! I
should have realized that."
He said, "We have a question about the documents you recently made
public, the History of Josephus. It takes place around the time of
Jesus and later, in the area where he was. It's different from the
pieces of that which have been known for some time. Why?" I said, "Much
of what he wrote had been lost to time. A lot of what was left was not
the original, but hand copied transcriptions. We had no way of knowing
how accurate they were, knowing that much of history is very much
deliberately changed before it gets to us. Even then, the original
historians often weren't accurate, and many, deliberately so. They
wrote for a purpose, and what they wrote, served that purpose, and that
was usually to make people believe something they weren't believing at
the time. Modifications were often made to history, to create back
stories for famous people, to make them even more exceptional. We who
remember our past lives, know this VERY well. And some of those stories
are rather stupid, the writers not knowing the area or the times they
were supposed to have taken place, OR the supporting science. Consider
the Three Wise men following a star to where Jesus was born. Any real
navigator knows you can't do that. The stars move across the sky every
night, because of the Earth's rotation! But of course, that knowledge
wasn't available to the writer of that. And even if a star or planet
stayed in one place in the sky, that would indicate only direction. You
couldn't locate an unknown city with that, let alone one building."
He said, "I hadn't heard that explanation before. Fascinating! But
with Josephus, the original document doesn't mention Jesus, where the
fragments of transcription we are aware of, do." I said, "And now you
know why they do, and why the original was destroyed. Yes it was, and
here's it happening. In France, the Emissary of the Vatican was
examining the documents the French had taken from the Vatican in a war,
prior to taking them back to the Vatican. He saw that, and immediately
recognized the danger it represented, and destroyed it. A lot of them
were destroyed then, and for much the same reason." He said, "Was it
the Vatican policy to do that?" I said, "It never was the policy of the
Vatican to destroy ANY document. Romans are compulsive record keepers.
Good thing they didn't have toilet paper then, or they still might have
the used parts." He had to laugh.
I said, "We know it was just a joke, but if they actually had
your point. I think most of us would expect them to keep it." I said,
"Even though Jesus isn't mentioned in the original Josephus History,
that doesn't say that Jesus didn't exist. He did. I know beyond a
doubt, because I've researched his whole life." He said, "Would you
publish that life?" I said, "The current version of what the world
knows as Jesus, was created by the Catholic Church. In my view, that
means they own it. In respecting that ownership, which I consider to be
the fair thing, I will publish it if and when the Vatican officially
and publicly requests it."
He said, "Wow! I never could have expected THAT! Does the Pope know?"
I said, "Yes, the Pope knows about this. I think we might find out if
he told anybody else, by how loud some people are going to be about it.
OR, how quiet." He smiled, and said, "I think so. Thank you Solomon for
this very interesting visit." I said, "You're very welcome." Off air,
he said, "We're already getting noise about this. Scholars are
seriously annoyed, and Catholics are either confused, or in love with
you. Others are very amused." I said, "All as expected." We grinned and
hugged.
Paolo asked to see me. I shifted to his office. He said, "So you said
it." I said, "I didn't feed the question, and didn't expect it in that
show. But the action and discussion didn't take up the full scheduled
time slot, so I allowed off topic questions. You know it was bound to
come out, anyway. I'm asked a lot." He said, "Yes, I realize that." I
said, "So, are you going to ask?" He said, "Not at the moment, no.
There is something you said to Darius. Chad and the Oracle talent. He
predicted I would be Pope. Would you tell me when?" I said, "At a
gallery event. Dad prompted Eli, who had wondered about your future, to
ask Chad that special way." He said, "Was there more to it?" I said,
"Er, a little, sometime later. When it wouldn't be the best time to be
Pope." He said, "So true!" I said, "I'm sorry, but that's not under our
control. You're doing better than any previous Pope could have done in
your place. Could be worse. You're not being sued to support a love
child." He chuckled. Then he said, "Are you?" I said, "Actually, yes. A
lot of strange legal things are going on against me. People don't
realize that when they lose, they have to pay for MY legal expenses,
too. And some commit crimes to do that."
I said, "And there is an extra problem with paternity. I don't have a
real body anymore. I make one for each presence. I didn't port here, I
built a body here. I'm still in a thousand other places. I use alien
bodies, too. That means I can make any DNA I want to. So, how can they
prove a match to my DNA now, when I can make any kind I want of it?" He
said, "Wow!" I said, "I DO make those a lot." Chuckles. We hugged with
love.
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