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Subject: +*+*+*+ Solomon's Private File #340 "A New Mission" +*+*+*+
Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2017 21:43:50 -0400
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Solomon's Private File #340
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 Winter of 2056-2057.
Solomon's Private File #340 "A New Mission"
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The Pope asked to see me. He said, "Your recent publicized actions
are very different. Surprising." I said, "Good to know." He said, "You
can be very difficult." I said, "Beat around the bush, expect it to be
trimmed a little." He was frustrated, but had to smile. He said,
"There's been a kind of theme. Parenting and responsibility." I said,
"Yes." He said, "And God the Father, and that we're supposed to mature
as a people. A different goal for us in religion. Not to deserve to be
with God after death, but to help each other to be better, so we will
eventually be allowed to do that." I said, "Different in official
message, but not so different in practice. Has there ever been a true
Saint who didn't help people in some way?"
He said, "I see what you mean. We've been a little short sighted.
It's been, you live once and take your chances in death. The results
haven't been good. Few would make it to heaven." I smiled, and said,
"And that usually from IN the management of the religions. Almost none
of the flock. Ever wonder how many noticed that, and tried to cling to
hope in spite of that?" He said, "I do now." I said, "Still, the life
and death cycle progressed, and some people did make it. Religion did
help, in many negative and positive ways. There is still a major place
for it here, even if it never changes. Hope and support is NOT a bad
thing. We know all won't make it in any particular life. You knew that.
Your own theology says only the saved ascend. Now you know it's a lot
less of them, but its functionally the same. And now we know we can
keep trying, life after life. A new hope for ALL. If they can believe
it. Motivation to not quit, too. Be a cheerleader?"
He felt as if a new life had been given to him. He said, "Yes. The
message. It's been ours all along!" I said, "I'm not the nanny, YOU
are." He grinned, and said, "Now, yes. We can be the good cop to your
bad cop." I said, "Yes, Mom and I have used that tactic. Works best in
mutual cooperation. With us, I provide the tough love, and you console
and support them, but never oppose the tough part, even help them to
accept it." He said, "I see that." I said, "You've been passive, unsure
of your role in this new era. Now you know, and you don't have to be."
He felt invigorated, and said, "The other religions know?" I said, "Not
from me, yet, but they've had different messages, and so their new
message might be different. For instance, Lutherans are all in a tizzy.
They viewed the Bible very literally. They've got a problem with that
now, and their position on not acting with other religions is poked
through by their acknowledgement of who I really am to them."
I said, "Baptists used fire and threats, and the devil, to motivate
their people, who now know it increasingly won't work as well as it
has. Muslims tied their identity to outmoded social customs that don't
work in the modern world, and lost their true way to God, and with
violence. More and more, they have come to know that killing in God's
name is a great sin. That's left many of them directionless, and
vulnerable to ward healers and political demagogs. They will have new
reasons to kill, to let out their frustrations. Buddhists are smiling,
and thinking, 'We knew all that.''' He grinned and nodded. I said,
"Hindus are thinking, 'Huh?'" He laughed. I said, "Mormons are doing
what they always do, more methodically than Methodists, who are
wondering if they are even noticed. Jews are full of false pride, and
expect great things for themselves, not realizing that they are losing
their identity in woking toward that. YOU have the largest
international religious organization, and the most controlled. You can
take the lead in this, or not." He grinned, "We reject the not!"
I said, "Good. You still need to help the poor, but no longer just in
maintenance and the promise of a better afterlife. Personal improvement
is the new goal. Enabling and promoting that, is your new mission. You
call yourselves Fathers. BE that for real!" He said, "Wow!" I said,
"That, too. Governments are not doing that enough. You are NEEDED!" He
said, "We ARE!" I said, "Here's a crystal of this. Went me to give them
to all your Cardinals?" He said, "Yes! Er, please." We grinned. He
said, "This crystal is different. A medallion." He looked closely at
the inlaid gold designs, said said, "The symbols of the different
religions! Even Steven's symbol." He looked thoughtful, and said, "I
request that you give them to all our Priests." I said, "Done, and only
work for them. You haven't read it yet." He did, and said, "Is that
God's love?" I said, "Yes, and specific for this situation." He said,
"Wow!" He cried. We hugged with love. I added that to the crystals.
I gave a crystal to the President of LDS. He read it and grinned. He
said, "You made them our recruiters!" I said, "You and Scientology,
yes. If you take advantage of this." He said, "And they don't know it."
I said, "They will, eventually. And they'll have to like it." He said,
"You are changing the world." I said, "The world is always changing.
Difference is, better management." Grins. We hugged with love.
Mom said, "You're really managing the religions! But just the
Christians?" I said, "Managing is for where it's needed. I shot the
feet out from under them with the life of Jesus, after the reality of
reincarnation started it. I caused their directionless confusion, I
have to fix it. You know. It's the pattern." She nodded, and said, "You
see more of it than I do. Much more." I said, "Bigger eyes?" Pokes.
I met with Rama as me, at West Point. We caught up on personal news.
Then I said, "You don't have a school of your own." He said, "That's
true. I don't have the time to start one, or the staff. Most Seniors
already have that before they become so." I said, "That's true."
Smiles. I said, "You're suspecting something." He grinned, and said,
"You have found a student for me." I said, "A father and two daughters,
close to where you live." I gave him the names and address. I said,
"Good people, with high potential." He was conflicted. I said,
"Patience!" Grins. I said, "Yes, you can tell them I suggested them to
you. You have to have SOME reason to approach them. After you get used
to another transfer." He said, "Wing Chun?" I said, "Sleepy time!" He
woke up and said, "Wow! This one's different!" I said, "Isn't that the
"You're letting them see us." I said, "A respect for you, recharge." He
said, "Thank you, Solomon!" I said, "It's not as if I don't like this.
I do things for me, too. It's not just sex." He tried not to laugh. I
said, "Good effort. Hmm, that didn't help." He had to laugh.
A crowd was already forming in the gym, when we went in. Rama said,
"Jim! Somebody told you?" He grinned and said, "Whole campus knows. You
know I wouldn't miss this!" I said, "Nothing unusual. Rama wants to try
out a new martial art transfer. See if you recognize it." Rama went to
change in the locker room. He keeps some of his own martial arts
clothes there. I said to Jim, "How are your martial arts coming along?"
He said, "Rama and Jack have helped me a lot. I wish I were younger!" I
said, "The old wish they were younger. The young wish they are older.
In between those states, they're too busy to think of that. And too
tired." Grins.
Rama came out, and we did some sticky hands. They obviously hadn't
seen that before. Then we went at it, and they were surprised. We
stopped, and I said to Jim, "Style?" He said, "I haven't a clue!" I
said, "Then I'll give you some. This style is named after the person
who created it, who was a real person. An unusual one, in martial arts
of the time. Its specialty is close in fighting, and as a wholly
created style, it's very well thought out." He said, "Good clues, but I
still don't know." I said, "Invented by a woman." He said, "THAT is
Wing Chun?" I said, "Yes. Bruce Lee's original style. Not powerful in
striking, but still effective with efficient target selection. It
divides the body and the area into attack and defense in zones, and you
select the arm or leg that's right for that zone and goal to attack
with, and to defend with." We did some more of that. Then Jim said,
"It's like battlefield management!" I said, "Yes, on a personal level,
vertical. Has to be. Horizontal would be a different kind of combat,
called sex." Laughter. Jim was the loudest. I said to him, "Hawk is
louder." Grins.
I said, "If you're collecting martial arts, this is a good one to
know. Most of them use long strikes that require some distance and room
to work, or they involve locks and throws. Sometimes you are too close
to do those well, with what you want to do. With Wing Chun you can."
Rama nodded, and said, "That's why I chose it this time from the
catalog." Jim said, "Er, what catalog?" I said, "I made one to help
Seniors chose their transfers. No, you can't eat it!" Laughter. He
said, "Right. I AM hungry for it. It could help me in teaching." I
said, "Yes. Hand?" He held it out, and a crystal appeared. He put it to
his forehead, and said, "Wow!" I said, "Included." Chuckles.
A Cadet said, "Solomon, Sir, were you Wing Chun?" I said, "No I
wasn't. Missed that one." She said, "You would have wanted to be her?"
I said, "Yes. Good person. Heroic. Not like most of my lives." Jim
said, "Sun Chi was heroic." I said, "But not a good person. I was a
heroic woman in Sparta. They all were." Jim said, "Yes! Er, would you
tell us more?" He was embarrassed, and more by my grin. I said, "We
fought. Each other, when not fighting enemies. That was our life. Once
a year, by lottery, some of us were chosen to bear children. Er, start
that along, actually. In the dark, so the men wouldn't be afraid of
us." One said, "Why would they be afraid of you?" I said, "Men and
women were separate. We only had sex with our own genders, and not much
of that, until we were selected to start a child. We were more like
robotic fighting machines. We had slaves to do all the support work.
Women raised the children until they were old enough to join the men's
school. Then we didn't see them in person again. We never knew who
fathered our children. Only the leaders who arranged it, knew. Sparta
was around a long time. That society evolved and changed. I told you
how it was when I was there."
One said, "They were all homosexuals there?" I said, "Biologically,
no more than usual. About ten percent. It was a prison-like society,
more harsh than any modern prison. Men needing sex, had it, and only
other men were available. Same for women. But not much. Little time,
and even less energy for that. A brutal life, actually. But there was
love. People living so close together in voluntary danger of death
hardship, form very strong bonds with each other. Very strong love, but
not in the least romantic, even when sexual release happens." Jim said,
"Not exactly like some history books." I said, "They didn't write any,
that's why. Others did, and as very unwelcome outsiders, they couldn't
observe the society well, and so had to fill in the blanks themselves.
But why bother? When you don't create your own message, others do it
for you, with the motivation usually from being your enemy. Athens was
Sparta's Greek enemy, mostly. They liked to write. Athens eventually
defeated Sparta, partly by freeing a lot of the slaves. Their society
disintegrated, and was lost. Being the winner with a pen, Athens wrote
the story. Yes, what Homer wrote was mostly true, but distorted by his
prejudices, beliefs, and degree of knowledge. Good story teller." He
said, "That's high praise coming from you, the past creator of Aladdin
and Sinbad. I figured it out."
I said, "I don't confirm or deny past lives I haven't fully revealed.
Please don't push that." He said, "Right. Got it. But you're a great
story teller in THIS life. Who's ever going to forget the sneezer?" I
groaned theatrically. Chuckles. Rama said, "And 'Chi And the Art of
War'. Great story!" I said, "I did alright on that one. I think I'm
finished here. Thank you all for allowing my visit here. Er, not that I
asked you." Chuckles. The Commandant said, "You're welcome." I bowed to
him, and to Jim and Rama, and shifted out.
I asked the manager of a store in a mall in Virginia, "I request that
you make an announcement." He said, "Let's go to the security station."
I said, "One of your shoppers might not shop here again, but I think
you might like that." I coached him in what to say, and he looked grim
but determined. He said over the PA, "Attention! This is the manager.
Will the owner of the blue Honda Civic, Virginia license plate
WTC-1066, please go take care of your baby you left locked in your car
all alone. If you don't do this right away, Lindsey Monaghan, the
police will be notified. If you forgot where you left your car, look
for Solomon's aura." He said to me, "I like how you wanted that at the
end. Nice touch." We grinned. I said, "She's running. She's taking
something without paying. Your choice; I can return it to stock, or let
her violate the law and call the police." He said, "Much as I'd like
to, I shouldn't. She has enough to deal with now. To stock, please." I
said, "Done. She's at her car now, and very flustered, with me there
and just staring at her. Rose just showed up, and is scaring that poor
woman almost to death. If she recovers, she might not ever do that
again." He had to laugh. I offered to hug him, and he accepted. I
helped him to sit.
I said to the woman after Mom left, "She was easy on you. No
consequence. No, I didn't tell her about this. We monitor each other,
and she's welcome to assist in women's issues, and you're something
like a ship Captain, in being in charge of the transportation and your
passenger. One more thing. You left the store without paying for
something you took with you. I gave the manager the option of me
putting it back in stock, or calling the police to report the theft. He
felt for you, and asked me to put it back. You owe him for that." She
said, "But he embarrassed me in front of the whole store!" I said, "Yes
he did, and at my direction. My script, too." She said, "Oh!" I said,
"You abandon your child again, you WILL regret it. Do you hear me?" She
gulped, and said, "Yes sir I do!" I said, "People will talk. You know
it's going to be on the news. I suggest you tell the baby's father
about this, before he finds out from others." She nodded. I shifted
away.
Mom said, "She won't tell him." I said, "Not unless she can blame him
for it. She pushed for custody, but didn't really want it." She said,
"To spite him?" I said, "That, and for child support she's mostly
spending on herself." She said, "You're going to do something about
this." I said, "ATMs are going to remind her about her spending.
Characters on her TV will do that, too. Her phone, too. She's going to
be VERY annoyed." We shared hard grins.
I asked to meet with the father of the baby. I said, "You're not in
trouble. Yes, you can relax. Your ex got into a little situation. I
advised her to tell you, but we know she won't." He nodded. I showed
him what happened, and told him what Mom and I had discussed. He said,
something, yes. She gets annoyed when mothers go wrong." He said, "I
understand. Did you ask her to help?" I said, "We know each other very
well. I'm the boss, so my people would ask before interfering, but she
didn't have to, and I didn't have to block her. We like working with
each other." He said, "You could have prevented her getting involved?"
I said, "Yes. And I have in the past, so she knows I can." He said,
"You wanted her there!" I said with a grin, "Wouldn't you?" He grinned,
and said, "On my side, absolutely!" We hugged.
Mom said, "I like him!" I had to laugh, and receive pokes, too.
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