Solomon's Private File #331
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 Fall of 2056.
Solomon's Private File #331 "More For The Smithsonian"
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I shifted to the office of the new Director of the Smithsonian. I
said, "Want me to continue to do illustrations and some display setups
here?" He said, "Do you still want to?" I said, "I don't feel that way,
exactly. It's a service. I help people and situations. I've been doing
that here. I don't have any reason to stop it. Do you?" He said,
"Absolutely NO reason to stop it! The best museum in the world, and the
best illustrator possible, is a great combination." I said, "Best is
good. I like best, with everything I do. Hasn't always been like that
here." He said, "Oh, would you tell me about that?" I said, "They tried
to get rid of Sharon over my father having his things here, being a non
Christian. Trustees bowing to the pressure of some in Congress. My
mother fixed that. Remember in the last action, she said she's feared?"
He grinned.
I said, "Yes, that was the start of it. Practically terrorized them.
They had overlooked his massive contribution to the Native American
section, that would have had to be removed. Nobody messes with Mom,
when it involves that subject. Very entertaining to the group." I
showed him some of the action. He had some wows for that. He said,
"There's still room there. I was thinking of portraits and bios, and
some videos, of the important Native Americans in history. And in the
other area, African Americans, and other minorities." I said, "And
picture books for the gift shops, and as premiums for PBS pledge weeks,
and maybe some shows for them, too." He said, "Yes! Oh, good idea." I
said, "I like enthusiasm. Don't worry about it. You're going to have a
problem with this. Will be a whole lot more available than will fit
anywhere. And some groups will be underrepresented, compared to others,
in their opinion, and will probably be loud about it." He said, "Can't
be helped. We'll just have to live with it." I said, "And then there
are the revisionists. All sides committed atrocities, and none of them
will like it shown, or even admit it happened. For instance, did you
know that the Indians didn't invent scalping? European fur trappers
did, to satisfy the wig makers back home." He said, "I didn't know
that!" I said, "Natives never understood that, thinking they were just
taken as trophies, so they adopted the practice for that, as a kind of
revenge."
I said, "The tomahawk, the iconic symbol of the American Indian, was
invented in Europe as an item of trade. Natives never made any. Didn't
have steel. Did have wooden and stone clubs, but they quickly became
obsolete. Feathered headdress. Few know that NO birds were killed for
that. Only discarded feathers were used. Kill an eagle for an ornament
that was to transfer it's power to the wearer? That was just not
conceivable to them." He said, "I didn't know those things. Please,
that has to be shared." I said, "I agree. A myth debunking section?
There's another problem for you. I can give this to you all at once,
instantly." I dumped a load of crystals and memory cards onto his desk.
He said, "Wow!" I said, "Included." He chuckled. He said, "I want
Jemmy." I said, "I know what you mean. It was revealed in the Museum,
and made a big personal impact. Kids could relate, but the ending might
be a little too intense for them. We do NOT want it as a dream!" He
said, "Right. Do what you think we should have, and we'll talk about
it, with all this. I have some work to do!" I said, "Want more, ask.
Was that a groan?" Chuckles. We hugged.
Mom said to me, "Did good! Used me to lay down the law. I have to
like that. They're never going to have enough room for even a tenth of
that." Hawk had ported in, and said, "They're going to ask you to make
new buildings." I said, "They should know I can't. Wouldn't pass
inspection, and they couldn't maintain them. And where? No more room on
the Mall." He said, "You could add more floors." I said, "But without
walls and ceilings?" Chuckles and pokes.
Back with the Smithsonian Director a week later, he said, "Trusties
are unwilling to authorize major projects at this time." I said, "This
time, meaning never." He said, "It's possible. They didn't give a
reason. Do you know?" I said, "You know I know, but the privacy issue.
I could say it this way, based on my super intelligence; they would be
more likely to authorize what would show America's greatness, their
version of it, that they want to believe was mostly the achievement of
whites." He said, "Don't they understand that the museum would attract
more visitors, if what we had here, they could actually relate to? And
the education!" I said, "To people who are more interested in
maintaining a fictional image to support their own warped reality and
clannish ascendancy, education is not what they desire, but
indoctrination. Immigrants, forced, illegal, and voluntary, built this
country, literally. And not just in infrastructure and industry, but in
arts and culture."
I said, "In music, Country Western evolved from the Ozark
Hillbillies, who were Scots Irish, the Hill people who supported King
William against the Irish Protestants, before they came to America.
Jazz and swing evolved from European Jewish music and Black spirituals
with African rhythms, and some other immigrant cultures. There's a lot
more in that, and in all other American creations and achievements. If
they want to ignore that, they aren't REAL Americans." He said, "If
"Please. Even if I lose my job, this is important." I said, "You might.
And so will every real qualified director of the Smithsonian after you,
if they hold to their desires. A true professional historian and museum
director cares about truth and accuracy, not about political
appeasement. Who wants the best museum in the world to lose
credibility, and with it, the whole country? It could happen." He said,
"I request that you show them recordings of our meetings."
I said, "I er, already asked to meet with them. No response." He
said, "You knew." I said, "This knowing all thing, remember?" He said,
"Oh. Right. Useful. Well, for us." Grins. I said, "Know about the bad
cop, good cop routine?" He said, "What do you mean?" I said, "Rose has
thorns." She said in the air, "Darn right I do!" Bigger grins.
She made the rounds, terrorizing them. Yes, that's what it felt like
it to them. Then I visited the most intractable of them in his office.
I said, "I apologize for my er, supportive mother." He said,
"Supportive!" I said, "Sure. That's what she was doing. Not quite
"Want to see what set her off?" He said, "I'm not sure, but alright." I
said, "Did you know she's done this before?" He didn't, so I showed him
that, and said, "That's when the fear started." He nodded. Then I
showed him my meetings with the Director. Then he said, "Oh, I see.
Hmm, is this going public?" I said, "Might not be our choice. Mom
the leader of our group, but she's the mother of the leader, and I lead
only by agreement, not by command or force. And they all know I
couldn't appose a true just action. I think you know that, too."
He sighed, and said, "Yes, I know." I said, "Better to ride ahead of
the storm, than be caught in it." He looked at me in appraisal, and
said, "Good advice. I was wrong. You'll allow the trustees to promote
this as our decision?" I said, "Well, it will be, so of course. We
don't have to mention the rocky start. You've been in the film
industry. Ever had a smooth start for a major project?" He grinned, and
said, "Never!" I said, "We can't do all the proposed things at once.
Spacing them out, will keep the museum in the news, and with the PBS
tie in, everybody wins." He said, "I agree. This will be good for us. I
should have seen that." I grinned. He was embarrassed. He said, "I
apologize to you and to Rose." She said in the air, "I accept." I said,
"What she said." Grins. I offered to hug, and we did it. I helped him
to sit, and shifted out.
With the Director, I said, "Turned them around. They're going to take
some credit." He grinned, and said, "I hope they appreciate your
"For many people, what good is power, if you can't wield it? And if you
can deny somebody something, all the better, to make you feel really
powerful." He said, "Beware the powerless. They have friends." I said,
"Some haven't learned the lessons I tried to show them about that." He
said, "They don't want to be wise." I said, "Let's go to the natural
history museum and put the duck billed platitudes back." He laughed
well. I said, "Not anywhere like what Hawk is doing." More laughter.
We met with the various curators. Beth's mother was one of them. In
part of that meeting, I said, "This modern art thing. Is it just as
modern as it was before?" She grinned, and said, "There is post modern,
too." I said, "Take a lot of stamps. You're going to have a problem.
You've used up most of the descriptive names for styles. What will you
do for more different things? Code numbers?" She said, "There isn't
much left that can be new." I said, "Late 19th century in France, there
was a movement to close the patent offices, because they felt that
everything that could be, was already invented." Bill, the Director,
nodded. Margaret, Beth's mother, said, "I get your point. We can't know
to reinforce what should be obvious. Sorry, there won't be much new in
your area this time. But I have to say, the French impressionists made
a good impression in me." Grins. I said, "Did you know it was actually
started by somebody's failing vision?" She said, "I'd heard of that
theory." I said, "An artist was fanning his brushes. Paint mists
adhered to his spectacles. Build up of colors looked solid when he wore
them, but when he took them off he could see distinct dots." She said,
"Oh! That's interesting! Then he experimented, and liked what he saw,
and showed it to others. Who was it?" I told her. She said, "I never
heard of him." I said, "Good technician, not so good as an artist. He
mentioned it in some schools, while he was doing odd jobs for them."
She said, "I want that life!" We grinned. I gave her the info.
It went like that in all the museums. I gave them little bits of
history nobody knew about, that they would want to know, just as
conversational things. Back in his office, Bill said, "All that from
time research?" I said, "True answer might be a little difficult to
accept." He said, "When you say that, it usually means people will see
you differently. I'm still asking." I said, "It's part of knowing all,
for me. A recent er, upgrade. I see all of the past, from the big bang,
onward, as part of me. Looking not needed. Wasn't really a bang. No
sound." He grinned, and said, "So I've not heard." I said,
"Competition? Bring it on!" Chuckles.
I said, "When you decide on which ones, and in which order, send the
books to the printer in time for the unveiling. I'll present them and
the shows to PBS at the right time. Want to invite individual trustees
to sign off on specific parts, to get their name on it, they'll love
you to bits. For a few seconds." He grinned, and said, "I'll do that."
We hugged.
Mom said to me, "Past is a long time. I can't imagine how you can
have that all in your mind." I said, "Then I shouldn't tell you that
it's for every bit of matter in every galaxy I have a presence in." She
couldn't even say wow. I said, "It's no big deal. I'm still me,
whatever that is. Stone is wondering where I put it. They get too much
knowledge, they're in trouble." She said, with some interest, "How do
they handle it?" I said, "If it doesn't come at them too fast and with
too much, and there is enough available energy, they expand to make
room for for it. Sometimes the conditions aren't right for that, and
they're damaged. I've healed some of them." She said, "They come in
different sizes?" I said, "We're the ones who do that, and often." She
chuckled and poked me. I said, "Stones love experiencing it with us.
They actually trade memories of different er, sessions, which has
caused some of the overload problems. Learned how to feel embarrassment
from doing things like that." More chuckles.
I said, "We who remember other lives have an active memory extension
in the spirit dimension. Unlimited capacity. We can actually manage it,
too. Other Adepts have the connection, too, but not so much control
over it." She said, "This is NEW! Show me!" I went into her mind and
did that. More wows. She said, "Will you be showing this to the
others?" I said, "Maybe. There is a risk of causing the remembering of
past lives." She said, "The one I remember, is clearer now. You said we
can manage it. Does that mean I can forget that life?" I said, "Not
exactly, but you can assign that to not be part of your awareness
unless intentionally accessed. I recommend against that. We have them
for a purpose, and like it or not, they are a part of who we are." She
said, "I wasn't going to, but thank you for the information. S Kids
buzzing about this?" I said, "And how!" Chuckles.
Galya said in contact, "I was watching. I can do some managing. Been
careful. No lives yet." I said to her, "More likely for S Kids. Many of
them have at least partial previous life memories." She said, "Oh! I'm
lucky, then." I said, "Not luck, just existence. With some love."
Grins.
I shifted to be with Daren and George, and Elise joined us. She said,
"I know and understand the drawback of past lives, but I still want to
try for them." Daren said, "It hasn't been done before. There could be
damage." I said, "I agree. And what would happen to me for enabling
that?" She was conflicted. I said, "I'll show you, but privately, that
part of it. Less temptation for others. If it works, it WILL change
you. Make you more hard headed, maybe." Poke. I entered her mind, and
she almost fainted. I said, inside, "Sorry, but we need this close of a
contact." She said, "Such power!" I said, "Watt?" She sent me a rude
noise. I took her awareness to the place where her extra memory was,
and she explored it as much as she could. Then she withdrew, and said
out loud, "Just some ghosts, but I recognize one life." I grinned, and
said, "Few would doubt you were that one. I apologize, but I wasn't the
best barber." She said, "You were beautiful. A conniving bitch, too." I
said, "True. You were strong and wise, except with women. And me in
particular." George said, "Samson!" Elise said, "Yes?" Chuckles.
Daren said in my best shielded partition, "You can actually activate
past lives for people!" I said, "I don't know if I can, and won't until
I try, and I don't plan to. That's a God thing. I shouldn't mess with
it without his specific approval." He said, "I understand. Discom." I
said, "I don't recommend that this be shared. None of us actually needs
to manage that extended memory, and only S Kids are really using it,
and that, not much." We hugged and kissed all around.
My stone said to me, "I wasn't able to understand most of that, but I
didn't expect you to share it with your mother." I said, "I know. It
just seemed right at that time." He said, "I suspect at your next major
advance, I won't be with you." I said, "You will be. Just not all of
me, and not all of you. No, I can't explain that now. I need you with
me when I work with other bonded." He said, "Yes you do. I suspect the
solution, but I don't know how it can be implemented. I will exist in
one place, and you will somehow make extensions of me to be with your
presences that need a stone." I said with a big internal grin, "And I'm
not doing that now?" He had some odd mixed emotions to express. I said,
"It will be a little different after that next big upgrade, but I don't
think you will complain. As much as I can manage it, you will ALWAYS be
with me." He pushed strong love at me, which I returned.
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