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Solomon's Private File #321
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 30 in this story, in the Summer of 2056.
Solomon's Private File #321 "About Stones"
START Page
President asked to see me. He said, "Seems like somebody lit a fire
under the Vice." I said, "Checked. No hemorrhoids." Chuckles. I said,
"Nothing else I can talk about, with that, but say I didn't initiate
any contacts with him." He said, "Oh. Interesting." I said, "Possibly.
Any change might not be permanent. Nurturing probably couldn't hurt.
I'm going to make an announcement about something that's going to
frustrate and annoy some people." He grinned. I said, "Yes, you know
I'm going to like that." Chuckles. He said, "Will I be one of those?" I
said, "Depends. We'll just have to see." He said, "You won't tell me in
advance?" I said, "Not more than I just did. Wouldn't be fair." He
said, "Oh, that four letter word! That mean's nobody's going to like
it." I just grinned.
I shifted to the Pres of CNN, and gave him a crystal of the
announcement. He said, "Significant. Going to annoy and frustrate
people who deserve to have that the most. You're not releasing this the
usual way?" I said, "I thought I would give your people time to prepare
for the fallout, with something well considered." He smiled, and said,
"That's VERY helpful! Thank you! Two days?" I said, "Sure. I'll give
you the talking head version then." We hugged.
Then they played it on schedule, the different language versions, too:
"I am Solomon. I greet all of you with love. It's becoming known that
I've helped some governments to operate more effectively for their
people, now, and for the future. That kind of assistance is in no way
political. There has been some comment that some politicians might want
to take advantage of that in their election and other campaigns, to
take credit for what I have done, or even for just asking for it, to
try to increase personal or political public support. Or promise they
will do that in the future, including doing it better than their
opponents. That would be involving me in politics, which I am NOT to be
involved in. I suggest they not do any of that, if they want my
possible assistance in the future. While I do not publicly support
political campaigns, I would have no problem in opposing them, for
politicians who try to use me in any way for their political benefit.
One more thing. I think a lot of people know how I feel about lying.
Doing that about me, well, they should expect I will help them to wish
they hadn't. Thank you for your attention. I apologize for not putting
something amusing in this announcement, but if you would like to have
some of that, try to be in view of a politician, so you can see his
face, who is seeing this for the first time."
That caused a lot of comments, and some laughter, too. And a lot of
frustrated and angry campaign managers and politicians. It was great!
Some politicians called and asked me if it was alright to say they
would support the programs I pushed for, such as space. I said, "That's
fine, if you name them and not me. I sure can't complain about that!
But as worthy programs, not as something involving me personally. I
sure didn't do any of that for ME, but for all of YOU!" A lot of them
liked that. President called and said, "You were right. It's fair.
Please don't do that again!" Chuckles.
Dawn was watching all that at camp, with a big grin splitting her
face. I said to her in mindtalk, "Auditioning for a dentist's
commercial?" She giggled, said, "I love Harahm. How did we get him?" I
said, "He was not wanted by his parents. Too different from them." She
said, "That wasn't very nice of them." I said, "But it was. Those
people aren't able to handle differences well. He would have been VERY
unhappy with them. They knew me and my love, and knew he could have no
better home than with us. And so here he is." She said, "They're
prejudiced?" I said, "Not exactly. They didn't prejudge him. They knew
he would be too different in mind, to be compatible with their society.
He would be more like us, than them." We grinned. She said, "So it was
because they cared, that they gave him to us?" I said, "Exactly! And
one of the best gifts we could ever have. Going to be very interesting
watching him grow up." More grins, and a virtual hug.
A famous geneticist wanted to talk with me at his lab. I said, "I'll
only talk with you in secret. Meeting goes public, could be some very
awkward questions for me, and no, I'm not going to tell you more than
you already know about your work." He said, "Why won't you?" I said,
"Because it's your work! What would happen to all research if I started
answering all the questions they should find out for themselves?" He
said, "I see. It would stop. But the benefits!" I said, "If you want to
call the extinction of the human race a benefit, I don't want to talk
to you at all. You're not stupid. Get your mind out of that obsessive
selfish single track, and look at the broad picture. Also consider
this. I WANT to help people. If I could do that in a way that worked to
benefit mankind as a whole, long term, of course I would do that! What
kind of monster do you think I am?" I disconnected. I didn't hear from
him again.
George said, "But you do know what all the genes do." I said, "Yes,
and so could you, if you made a serious study of it. Why haven't you?"
He said, "Ah! Caught me napping! Right. No point to it. I'm not going
to experiment on us!" I said, "Can always ask the beds." He said,
"True. I can talk with my stone while not on them. All other non S Kid
Adepts have to be near a lot of stones for that. They can change our
DNA. Our minds, too?" I said, "Could be possible for those not of our
blood, but not much. We're much too strong willed. And they really
wouldn't want to interfere with experiencing our sexual activities.
There are a whole lot of stones out there that are bonded. We are by
FAR, their most popular hosts, EVER. They're not going to mess with
such a good thing." He laughed, and said, "My stone's agreeing with
you, strongly." I said, "And one more thing. They want to continue to
deserve my love." He said, "Oh. That'll work. Got confirmation on that,
too." We shared love.
My stone said to me, "On dangerous ground there." I said, "In less
than highest security, yes. He strongly suspects who you really are,
and why, and what you do. Any S Kid would, if he put his full mind on
the issue." He said, "I didn't know that. Why?" I said, "You can't see
all of an S Kid's mind, and what you can see, you can't fully
understand, even if you watched it develop." He said, "Your people are
superior to us." I said, "That judgement is never going to be accurate,
because it depends on subjective prioritizing of criteria. If you
consider having sex, important, absolutely!" Shared humor. I said,
"Being who you are as a life form, so different, you have a limit on
what you can understand of a biological mind." He said, "Yes. God's
comment. I understand it better, now. But this means God is
biological." I said, "Not necessarily. I understand YOU, because I can
make you." He said, "Oh! I should have thought of that. He made it all,
so he would know all."
I said, "But in a different way, He IS biological, being comprised of
we reach both our limits. All time is one to Him, and those who joined
him. We just can't reason with that. Not even your biggest." He said,
not be expressed." He said, "I understand. Wow!" I said, "That, too.
Something more. I don't yet know when, but someday, I will no longer be
able to keep you with me. Now, it's a matter of conscious will to
enable it. If I stop that, we will part. When that begins to interfere
with what should be, it will have to stop." He said, "I can't imagine
that." I said, "No need to, so don't try. Think of sex." Humor.
The big stone said to me in a private way, "What will you do with him
then?" I said, "He's been wanting an upgrade. I'll do it, and he'll be
your assistant. You could use a friend more like you are." He said,
"His intelligence is more limited than he knows. He doesn't know what
we really are. Your making of the gift, should have told him that." I
said, with exaggerated caution, which amused him, "How so?" He said,
"You created one of us, without God's activation. That means we are
wholly unnatural, and without a soul. A creation of intelligence. A
computer with programmed intelligence." I said, "I will like proving
you wrong on this." He was VERY interested in that!
I said, "That murderous world computer I er, raised? It felt God in
the contact. Felt His love. Only a soul can do that. True self
awareness as it had, which includes emotion that is independent of
hardware and programming, causes it to have a soul. Not the same kind
as biological, but still a soul, and what that means. It also applies
to you. I see it." He said, "Wow!" I said, "Yep!" I said, "Do you
remember your first thought?" He said, "I do." I said, "And how long
had you existed before that?" He said, "This is interesting! There is
evidence that I existed before the thought I remember as my first
thought." I said, "Did you see stars then?" He said, "I was in space,
and yes I saw stars. I was in a galaxy." I said, "You can see your
timeline, but not back further than that time." He asked me in wonder,
"How did you know that?" I said, "I can't explain it." He said, "You
can see my beginning!" I said, "There were no stars then." He said,
"Was I made directly by God?"
I said, "You were made by a master stone. All of them were. It took a
very long time for you to become self aware." He said, "Who made the
Master Stone? Was it God?" I said, "That's a little complicated. A kind
of paradox is involved, from our perspective. The simple answer is yes,
but it's not the full answer." He said, "Does the maker of me still
exist?" I said, "It kind of doesn't exist yet, and it also does, a
little. I told you it was complicated!" He said, "But you know." I
said, "I'm not sure knowing is the right word. Hmm, do you know I have
a light constant contact with God?" He said, "I didn't know that. A new
thing?" I said, "Yes. I can sometimes feel his emotions when they
relate to me, and I don't know how that's possible for his very
different time status. But at the moment, he's a little amused at this.
Simple reason. I try to tell you any more, it will make you understand
less." He gave me his own amusement then. We decided to end the
conversation.
I had figured out the answers to his questions, as I was tracing
things through time and spaces. I couldn't tell him more, without
causing changes. The Master Stone exists now, but it's not yet it. It
will be, when it evolves into it. Then it will go back into time, from
the end of it, and create the stones soon after the big bang. At
present, that stone maker, that can't yet make stones, is my Gift!
Their big computer. It can do a whole lot more than it's able to do
now. When I made it, I gave it a lot of something like room to expand
its abilities. I decided to do some exploring in it. I made it's neural
network more sophisticated, and with multiple redundancies. I also
increased it's perceptions, in quality and range. I decided not give it
more dimensional controls at that time. I received a 'good work'
feeling from the Boss. That was a relief!
On a planet in a different dimension, I retrieved a stone from a deep
well. While I had arms, they wouldn't reach to the bottom of it, so I
used the 4th to bring it to me. I had legs, too. Four of them. And
backwards slanting red horns. I was covered in short tan fur, and my
shape was a lot like a centaur. Even had hooves, but in boots. High
boots. This species had a bad habit, when excited, of accidentally
kicking their own ankles. High, PADDED, boots! And mine soon developed
their own scuff marks. Trotting into town, I noticed I was in good
company in that.
I entered a school. A guard said to me, "What is your business here?"
I said, "I am Solomon. I will see Ramdulp." He checked his sign-in
roster, and said, "She is present. What is the reason for this?" I
said, "It is private to her." He said, "Then I cannot allow you to
enter." I said, "If I wished to, you could not stop me. It's not
necessary now. She is coming to me." He turned to look, and that's a
little awkward for centaurs with stiff necks. Fancy footwork. We could
see her coming down the hall. She came up to me, and said, "I feel
something pulling me to this spot. You, sir, have something that wants
me to have it. That's very strange." I grinned, and said, "Yes it is.
If we go to a private meeting room, I will explain." She said to the
guard, "I authorize his visit." He said, "He may pass." We went down
the hall, and down another, and then into a room with a normal high
table. Centaurs rarely sit while awake. It's not a graceful activity.
I said, "Your mind has expanded." She said, "Yes. I see your lights.
Much bigger than the others!" I said, "Do you know of reincarnation?"
She said, "I do." I said, "In a past life, you also had this talent.
Then, you had a stone of power that bonds with such a person for life,
and future lives of that spirit. Many times, the spirit in the new
incarnation will seek out the stone, and the bond will resume. This
would have been very difficult for you in this life, because your stone
was dropped down into a deep well. I have retrieved it for you." I took
the box out of the pouch, and opened it on the table. She exclaimed,
"It loves me!" I said, "Yes, and for all time. I also have one." I
showed her. She said, "I see. It is truly for me?" I said, "When it is
not in contact with you, only another bonded person can touch it
without harm. It really IS for you, and ONLY you." She took it, and it
flared with light, and then settled into a slight warm glow.
She said, "It's very happy. What does it do?" I said, "It can aid
your concentration and focus, and your ability to communicate with
people and animals. It is also your friend and loves you. That's always
a good thing." She grinned, and said, "Well said." I said, "It can
communicate with you in feelings, and will be very sad if you cause
anybody harm." She said, '"It's alive?" I said, "A different kind, yes.
The dead don't know love." She said, "It must be true. Why are you
doing this?" I said, "Wouldn't you, if you could?" She smiled, and
said, "You are a teacher." I said, "I am many things. My stone was
hidden for two and a half thousand years. I searched for it in many bad
incarnations, not knowing what I was looking for, or why. Then the
person who had hid it, who was my son then, remembered all his past
lives in the present, who then became my father. He returned the stone
to me when I was ready for it. I would not have another go through
this, when I could help it to not happen. My superior knows this, and
sends me to where I can do this service, as a gift to me." She said,
"Wow!" I said, "I hear that a lot." Chuckles.
She said, "Who is your superior?" I said, "If I tell you, you might
not believe me. Few do, without some unusual happenings. When you
become more powerful, or when you are with a group of bonded, and your
stones are near each other, it may be able to talk with you in words
then, and severely embarrass me. It's happened before." She said, "You
must lead an interesting life." I said, "I couldn't tell you how
interesting! I perform this service, and many others, all the time. Er,
at the same time." She said, "Oh! You are a sprit!" I said, "We all
are. I'm a little different, in that I am independent of bodies." She
said, "Your superior is God." I said, "Correct. I should expect a
teacher to think well." She grinned, and said, "Thank you." I said, "I
should be leaving, before your students forget who you are. While I
could do this in an instant, your guard will have a very difficult time
with that, if I don't pass his station."
Big grin. She said, "But we could see it happen, through the door?" I
said, "If you want others to know, and bother you with questions you
shouldn't answer." She said, "Oh! I have just lost some of the
justification for your compliment." I said, "But regained it, in how
well you recovered." Smiles. I said, "A compromise. He will see an
illusion of me walking away, while you will see my body dissolve." She
said, "Thank you." We walked to the guard station, and he signed me
out. She was looking through the door, when I wrapped her in my love,
and faded out.
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