Solomon's Private File #286
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 #286 "Crusade Action"
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I shifted to a medieval style battlefield. Right in the middle of it,
actually. Even though they used different languages, they all
understood when I said, "Stop!" They didn't stop. Then I said it so
loud, it was like a thousand thunders to their ears. They looked a lot
like humans. Acted like them, too. I raised a tall truncated pyramid
under me of black basalt, so they could see me, who looked like them,
but with my aura showing, after moving some of the combatants out of
the way. I said, "You will hear me! You understand different languages,
but all will understand my words. Leaders of your two armies, identify
yourselves. No, you will not be harmed. Where is your courage?" They
did announce who they were. I raised two smaller platforms, so all
could see them, and they could see each other, and ported them to it. I
said to them, "Name your leaders who are causing this war." They did,
and the religious and secular leaders appeared next to them, very
afraid.
I said, "Before we continue this discussion, I will now heal those
who are injured." I did, and without a love broadcast. There were a lot
of shouts of, "I'm healed!" I said to my guests, "Tell me why you are
fighting. All will hear and understand you." Silence. I said, "If I
compel you, there will be lasting effects." One said, "They are of a
different belief! They are not of us. They go against God." The other
side said, "It is THEY who are different and go against God. We must
make them of us, or kill them." The other said said, "We must take back
our holy lands from these soulless barbarians." I said to him, "YOU do
not decide who has a soul! All who speak and reason, have souls. You
have said why you are unfriendly. You have not justified to me why you
are killing each other." One said, "We must convert them!" I said, "You
cannot convert the dead. The friends of those you kill, will NOT join
you, but will want to kill you in return. Are you smart enough to
understand that? That what you do will not make true converts?" There
were some expressions that indicated some thinking.
I said to the other side, "You wish to take their land. It's not
yours. Why would you steal what doesn't belong to you?" He said, "It
contains our holy places. They are are ours!" I said, "No, they are
not. They belong to those who have always lived there. You may not have
it. Your Lawgiver of BOTH your religions has given you God's true
commands. You may not kill! You may not steal! You must respect the
houses of worship of ALL religions, and their leaders. You cannot use
your religions as justification for disobeying your religions! God does
NOT approve of what you are doing here, and why, and has sent me here
to tell you this! Continue this destruction in God's name, and he will
repudiate you!" One said, "How do we know you speak for God?" I said
with some humor, "Look around you. How did you get were you are, and
how do you expect to leave that place?" He actually said, "Oh!" One
said, "How do we know you are not of the Devil?" I said, "Would the
Devil do ANY of what I have done here today? In fact, I stopped you
from doing his work! God never wants you to kill in His name. The Devil
in your hearts, does. And that's the only place he exists. When you act
like the Devil would, with selfishness, hate, and violence, you ARE the
Devil in that."
I said, "Look closely at your armies. They no longer have weapons.
Would the Devil cause that, on BOTH sides? Would the devil show all
your people where they are in the world, what is happening here, with
moving images? Yes, I'm doing that. They should know what happens here,
so they can make you act correctly, if you choose not to." One said,
"Who are you? What is your name?" I said, "I am Solomon, the Senior
Prophet of God, for all worlds, and all time." One said, "How are we to
believe you?" I said, "I have removed the weapons. Should I do that to
your clothes?" One said, "Oh, please don't!" There was a lot of
agreement for that position. I said, "While you are here and killing
people, many of your people at home are suffering from your neglect.
Tell me why you have allowed that to happen?" A religious leader said,
"What happens in life is not as important as deserving a good existence
after death." I said, "You are wrong. It is supremely important! How
you are in life, DETERMINES what happens to you after life ends. You
must EARN God's favor in life, to have it after death. Causing people
to suffer, will make YOU suffer after death. You are given life to
LEARN this, and to become better people. Don't waste this opportunity
to better yourselves in the eyes of God. You are given the ability to
choose, so you may learn wisdom. When will you start?" God's commands
appeared in gold on the sides of the pyramids, in different languages,
and on two new small pyramids to make the pattern of them symmetrical.
I said, "Follow God's commands, and earn his respect. I now give you,
and all the world, his love, and all will be healed, and those without
food, will have it."
I started the world love broadcast, and God joined in to do the
healing, and I made the food appear where it was needed. Then God said,
"Solomon is my Senior Prophet for all time and spaces. None will ever
be his equal. To love and obey him, is to love and obey Me. Do NOT kill
in MY name! For to do that is to cause Me pain, for I love all, even
those who do not know and love Me." He left, and I ended the broadcast.
I said, "You all heard God. You know what he wants of you. You have no
excuse to satisfy your selfish need for personal domination, and lust
for killing. You do this again, and you will NOT like what will happen
to you. You may go." I made my pyramid many times bigger, and sent my
guests to their respected capital cities, including their weaponless
armies. There was a lot of confusion there, but very little in the
various countrysides. They had seen what had happened, and nodded all
through it, in agreement. War is a power game that the poor are always
harmed by, even if they never see any of the war directly. It costs,
and they pay.
And I had to pay for what I did. I said to the President of CNN, "I
was in an offplanet action. I'm commanded to share it with the public."
He said, "I don't care! If you don't want to, we won't do it!" I said,
"I know how you feel, and I appreciate your love for me, but we know we
have to obey." He said, "What's so bad about it?" I said, "I made a
whole planet want to worship me. Well, they will, when they get over
the shock. I stopped a Crusade in a most dramatic way, and shared that
with the whole world. That they look a lot like humans, and act like
our clones, well, you know." He said, "Parallels. I understand the
other thing. You know you can't stop it." I said, "I had hoped to put
it off for at least a thousand years. Oh, right. I can't die, any more
than God can." He said, "I had assumed that. Different, though, when
you actually said it." I said, "I know what you mean. Here it is." He
read the crystal, and said, "Wow! And made more dramatic by your
presentation." I said, "I have to do my best, always." He said with a
smile, "And your best is absolutely terrific!" I said, "Er, thanks."
Chuckles.
I was in the studio when they played the action, and then a break.
Back on air, Greg said, "I didn't expect the final things you did. Are
those shimmering lights on the top of the pyramids, permanent?" I said,
"Those lights on the tops of the pyramids are there to stay. Without
the people on top of them, they looked so incomplete." He said, "You
could have removed them." I said, "I didn't remove them because what
was done there that day is too easy to forget, by people who want to.
They have no reporters and mass media, so I felt a rather solid
reminder was needed." He said, "If somebody like you had done this in
different today. If the Van had let that happen."
He said, "Oh! So we would never have been the the same." I said, "Not
much point in fantasizing about the impossible." He said, "News bits
are coming in. Palestinians are comparing your comments to their
situation." I said, "I expected that. A reasonable assumption, but I
have to disappoint them. When the Israelites went into that land, they
attempted to rid it of all other peoples, as was all too common in that
time. They did that by absorbing them into their population so they
became Jews, or by killing them. They were all Jews at the early part
of Solomon's time as King, and remained that, until some were taken
away by the Babylonians. Most were NOT taken, and continued to live
there in the land of Israel, which is often forgotten, and remained the
majority when the Jews returned from exile, and then the country was
all Jewish, until the Romans made them leave. But still, some remained,
and they and their descendants continued to live there, and still do,
to this day, never having left. Not always in the majority, when other
groups joined them, but always there, and so have maintained the most
valid claim to that land. I say this as somebody, who in my past lives,
have been of almost ALL people, ALL religions, and of many religions
today. It is of reality I report, not of any personal feelings.
However, all countries should welcome all peaceful visitors, with
mutual love and respect." We went to break.
Greg said, "Unexpected. Palestinians aren't arguing about what you
said." I said, "They know it's the truth. They are relatively recent to
the area, and when they came, it wasn't at all unpopulated. Some know
and accept that fact." Back on air, he said, "Do you think those on
that planet will worship you?" I said, "With the indestructible
monuments I left them, it's a forgone conclusion that they will worship
some concept of me, which is actually against their religions. For
almost all people, nothing beats having something close to real, to
worship. A symbol they can see and touch. You know this, from what our
religions have done. Most worship idols against their commandments, and
worship their founders, too, who did NOT want that. It's a very
interesting window into our psychology, that people deliberately go
against the religions they think they believe in. The most they do in
opposition, is to disregard the actual truth, in favor of what they
want to be the truth, and then believe that, and STILL not obey that
belief."
He said, "Can you give us some examples?" I said, "Jesus, The Buddha,
The Prophet, all did NOT want to be worshipped, and would consider that
practice blasphemy. NO sane person would want to be worshipped, and
they were VERY sane! Yet people do that, and STILL disobey them, in the
most basic of things they stood for. First and foremost, being truth.
Not just in not lying, but in demanding the truth from others, and most
of all, from their leaders. He who lets others lie without challenge,
is almost equally guilty of lying. And part of that is another basic
value they all stood for, mutual respect. That can't exist with lies.
All you have to do is read what those founders said, and NOT what other
people said about them, to know their true feelings. While it's true
that quotes of them in the holy books are very selective, edited by
what their followers wanted people to know of them, much of their true
beliefs and feelings do show through, if you look. Then you can see
what is true that others said of them, and what isn't. That also works
with other people who are described in the holy books. Then there are
the contradictions. Pontius Pilate is written of many times, and in
each instance he is a very different man, saying and doing different
things in the same event he was actually not a part of."
He said, "Not much is known about him. You could write a book." I
said, "Good idea. Done. Going straight to digital. Will probably show
up in the online stores in a week or so. Low price for charity.
Includes some pictures and videos." He said, "Wow!" I said, "Er,
hopefully." Chuckles. I said, "It's mostly about Rome, and how they
administrated things, and how and why they acted the way they did. It's
"I'm not going to answer it until you complete that question we all
know you were asking." He said, "Oh, alright. Does it have sex in it?"
I said, "He wasn't celibate. And he wasn't nice. Well, he was a Roman
aristocrat. That's how they were, and thought that was how they should
be. So, he really screwed people over, and had sex, too." Chuckles. He
said, "I don't think I'll ever get used to you doing that." I said,
"Good!" Chuckles, and the show ended.
Off air, he said, "Did he ever meet Jesus?" I said, "Read the book
and find out. Ha! You don't growl very well." Chuckles. I said, "And my
father already said something about that." He said, "Oh! I'll ask
Research. What will they tell me?" I said, "Did you REALLY think that
would work?" He laughed. We hugged.
I said to Pope Paolo in his office, "I had a feeling you would want
to have a little talk with me about my recent show." He said, "Yes, you
should have. You were ordered?" I said, "At the very end of the
broadcast and his statement, in private. I didn't talk back. Wasn't in
the mood." He said, "I understand. You keep saying that no man should
be worshipped." I said, "And that doesn't even apply to me now." He
said, "So it's true you don't need a body." I said, "Yes. I can't fit
all of me into even ten thousand bodies, and I keep getting fatter." He
said, "You know all, here. How far will that go?" I said, "At least for
the entire galaxy, in a year or two, and then for every galaxy in which
I have a presence, including different dimensions. No, I don't know
where it will stop. Forever is not short time." He said, "Your people
commenting?" I said, "Not a word." He shared my tears.
He said, "I shouldn't ask, but how can you deal with all that pain
and suffering?" I said, "Obviously I am. I don't know how to explain
it. Possibly like a kind of detachment that MDs and shrinks use to
handle it." He said, "Oh. Godlike. Sorry!" I said, "I can't escape it.
Better to get used to it one at a time, than with the masses. Like some
kind of old fashioned allergy treatment." He said, "If I asked for the
life of Jesus, would it make any of this easier for you?" I said with a
smile, "Did you think I would actually tell you either way?" He
chuckled and said, "It was worth a try." I said, "But I'll answer it. I
will use to my advantage in my work, whatever you do." He said, "Oh, I
don't doubt that in the least!" I said, "But you know God is going to
keep pushing. Sooner or later, he's going to make you jump, and that
won't be at all good for you or your Church." He said, "Yes. I'll think
about it some more." I said, "That squirrel running on the wheel in the
cage of your mind, is getting awfully tired, and needs to take a time
out to play with his nuts." He laughed, and said, "Your father's golf
game!" I said, "That Rabbi was in love with him for parting the water
hazard." More laughter. We felt a touch. Paolo was surprised. I said,
"I know you recognized him." He said, "Stephen!" I said, "Yes, the two
and only." Smiles. We hugged with love.
People had been porting into our living room. They all hugged me, and
with some tears. And a lot of love.
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