Solomon's Private File #341
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 Spring of 2057.
Solomon's Private File #341 "The Truth Isn't A Lie"
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There was a neighborhood meeting in Columbia, South Carolina. I
shifted in as me, with my aura showing. They were surprised. The person
who was leading the meeting, Dave Miles, said, "Solomon! I'm glad
you're here!" I said, "It's a little too soon for that. But why would
you be glad?" He said, "So we can find out what really happened to my
son." I said, "No, you don't want to know that." He was confused, and
said, "What? Of course I do!" I said, "No you don't. You were already
told what happened, by the investigators and the coroner." He said,
"But they're wrong!" I said, "Oh, were you there when it happened?" He
said, "No, but it couldn't have happened like they said! He just
wouldn't do that!" I said, "Do you have any actual facts to use to
justify calling those experts liars?"
He said, "It's prejudice! Discrimination! They didn't care to
investigate and do a good job! He was beaten to death! That's obvious!"
I said, "What is your proof of that?" He said, "I saw him in the
morgue! His head was all swollen, and bruised all over. He had to have
been beaten." I said, "How many dead bodies have you examined where
what happened was witnessed, that looked just like that?" He said,
"None. I don't have to do that to know what I saw." I said, "Yes you
do. That's what expertise requires. When people die, even the smallest
bruise can swell and look horrible, when the blood clots in the skin
after death, and they aren't found for hours. You would know that, if
you had actually cared to. Here's what a man looked like after he died
from falling down the stairs." They gasped.
I said, "TV shows about this subject aren't real. They can't show
what it really looks like, or the only people who would want to see
that, you wouldn't want to be anywhere near to. That man was alone when
it happened. The security system showed that, but his family wouldn't
believe it. They couldn't accept what happened, and had to believe it
was murder. They had to change their minds when that belief turned them
into suspects. An example of unintended consequences for bad actions.
Did YOU know he was at that outdoor basketball court? Did anybody else
know? Still want to say it was murder? What do you REALLY know about
this?" His mouth opened, but he couldn't say anything.
His wife said to me, "Are you accusing him of murdering our son?" I
said, "No. I'm showing him that he's being stupid. He hasn't a clue
what he's talking about, and he's trying to damage the reputations of
people who don't deserve it, in his angry ignorance. ALL of you. You
don't want to accept the truth. Anything you don't like, you blame on
prejudice. Get over it! You can't be victims forever. That's just
stupid! Oh, I know you're angry. So what? Think I don't know about
prejudice? My people, Native Americans, also called Indians, were
slaughtered like animals, Our lands taken, our women raped, our people
hunted down and murdered so the hunters could take off the top of our
heads so they could sell the hair to wig makers. They called it
scalping. White people invented that! We were put in concentration
camps, and more things I don't even want to think about. Yes, your
people were slaves, but you LIVED. That was then. Now, we make the
lives we work for. If it doesn't work out well, or accidents happen,
it's OUR fault, NOT some nameless prejudice. Yes, that still exists,
and we see it in many subtle ways, but by seeing it more than it
actually is there, actually makes it happen more!"
I said, "Don't make yourselves into constant victims! That's just an
excuse to not work hard to EARN your way in life. You want respect, you
SHOW it! You want respect, you EARN it! You don't like what experts
tell you happened, you PROVE otherwise. If you don't care to do that
much, why should anybody else? Do you REALLY expect the people you
accuse of prejudice, incompetence, and lying, to want to help you in
the future? How stupid do you want to be? So you're angry. Good. Maybe
that will wake you up a little."
I said, "Now, think about something you should have, FIRST, when I
showed up. WHY am I here?" After a while, one man said, "That alien
Prophet! Malcolm is asking you to talk to us?" I said to him, "Well
done!" He was pleased and embarrassed. I said to his parents, "He loves
you, but right now he's very annoyed with you. He can't be judged until
you let him go. And he wants you to apologize to the authorities for
your badmouthing them in your son's name. I told him you probably
wouldn't. That would be embarrassing, and you like the feeling of power
that this situation, and the advantage you took of it, has given you.
How could you back down, after getting all these people involved to
support you, and making them fellow poor little discriminated victims,
all for nothing real? Would you give that up, and embarrass yourself,
for ANYTHING, even your son?"
I said, "Remember the Times Square attempted bombing, and what I said
to the parents? They blamed prejudice, too, on what happened to them,
and so poisoned their son, falsely. They turned themselves into
terrorists. Are you any better than them? How far were you going to
take this? Rallies, protest marches, picketing the State House,
violence? All because you want to be victims?" Some were even more
surprised, but some nodded in realization.
One said, "Would you tell us what really happened?" I said, "I could.
But that wouldn't be fair. It would take away the family's opportunity
to make the right decisions. If they believed me. And if they didn't?"
He said, "You could show us." I said, "That would hurt them. How many
of you have seen somebody die, in reality? It's not a memory you would
want to have, BELIEVE me! I have them in me. I know all. That means all
pain, and all death." One said, "Could you make the connection so
Malcolm can tell us?" I said, "Yes, I could, but only if both parents
agree to it. A little inflated pride would have to go, first. AND, this
would go on TV. Some of you are recording this, so I have to do that to
ensure this isn't misreported." Some nodded.
The mother looked pleadingly at her husband. He was conflicted. They
knew why, and their respect for him diminished sharply. He looked
around and saw that, and sighed like a defeated man, and said, "We
agree to that. Please help Mal to talk to us." She said, "Please." I
said, "All here who don't want to be a part of this, raise your hand."
Nobody did. I joined minds, and said, "People, say something in your
minds, so we know this is working." They did. I said, "I should have
said to say something beside wow." Chuckles. I made contact with Mal.
They could feel it, and his mother said, "I recognize Mal! It's really
him!" Mal said, "I know that. Dad, WHY are you doing this? I can't
figure it out, but I know it's a bad thing. I fell and hit my head. I
got up, and I was dizzy, and I fell again. That's the last I remember.
I was alone. It was dark, and I have to say this, no matter how stupid
it makes me, but Mom, you were right. I should have tied my shoelaces.
That's what made me fall. A layup, and I came down the wrong way, and
the loose shoe and lace made my foot come out from under me, and I fell
backwards. The back of my head hit hard. When I fell again, it was flat
on my face. I loved basketball, but not enough to die for it! At least
not before playing in the NBA."
The father smiled, and said, "That's my son!" Chuckles. Mal said,
"Dad, you have to stop this! It's wrong. Now every black kid who dies,
people are going to get violent about. All because of ME! I can't live
with that. Oh fuck! Oops!" Laughter. Mom said, "That's my son!"
Chuckles. He said, "PLEASE apologize to those good people! They cared a
lot about me and did a very good job. Please tell them I said that, and
that I want them to always do their best for others, too, even if they
complain like now. Promise me?" Everybody looked at the father. He
sighed again, and said, "I promise. For you, anything." Mal said, "No,
that's enough." Chuckles. I said to Mal, "You're handling this very
well!" He said, "Not much else I can do here. You're big! Gigantic!
Other souls are little tiny things. But how can you be here when you're
not dead?" I said, "Because I can split my soul into different pieces
and still be connected. That's how I can be in different bodies at the
same time, and be with you, and be alive." He said, "A big soul comes
to do the judgment, and the smaller soul vanishes. I think they get
born again. But you're WAY bigger than the judgement making things. I
can't even see how big you are. It's like you fill up everything." I
said, "Oh no, I'm fattening?" They all laughed.
I said, "We should end this. You're becoming tired." He said, "Right.
I feel it. Goodbye Mom and Dad, and all you other people, my friends
forever. I think. Thank you Solomon!" I said, "You're welcome. Have a
nice next life. Well, I couldn't say have a nice day. There's no day
there." He laughed and said, "True!" I closed the connection. I said,
"That was the nicest soul I've ever made contact for. Wow! Yes, I can
say that, too." I said to the parents, "You raised a GOOD man!" They
had some tears. I hugged them with love, and then the others wanted it,
and I hugged them, too.
I said, "There are reporters out there. Blame the internet and
smartphones. You know who you are, here." Some were embarrassed, and
they chuckled with the rest. I said to the father, "Now's a good time.
Do it well, and fully. You know who will be watching. Here's the names,
and their positions, you might want to mention." He said, "Oh! Thank
you. This'll help!" I grinned, and he chuckled. I said, "And I won't be
here. CNN will probably show the action tonight." Nods. I shifted out.
I said to the CNN producer, "Got an action that's still evolving." He
read the crystal, and said, "We'll get on this right way. Be here?" I
said, "Sure. Got a lot of extra bodies." He looked at me strangely, and
said, "I don't think I'll ever get used to that." I said, "It's taken
me a while. Don't worry about it." Nods. It was already being reported
through a local affiliate. I sat with the anchor. The father said that
I helped, but wouldn't say how. He said I would show it on TV. Anchor
grinned his face almost in half. When that news conference was over, we
went live. Mario said, "Solomon is here with us live, to show us what
assistance he gave to the parents of Malcolm." I said, "I'll play it.
There's one bad word, but I'm not beeping it out. That will probably
happen in the reruns. Here it goes."
We went to break. After coming back, Mario said, "That was different!
You said some strong things. People making themselves into victims!" I
said, "That happens a lot. Victims for real, can become victims for
life, when it becomes part of their internal identity. Even just
thinking you're a victim can do that, if that opinion keeps smoldering
in you. Such a person will keep seeing what causes them to believe they
are a victim, even when it isn't there. We all need to reaffirm who we
are. That function isn't usually selective. We reaffirm the bad with
the good, because the difference isn't known at that level in our
minds. This isn't easy to correct. It can affect large groups, even
entire countries, people feeling they are victims, rebelling against
it, and becoming the victimizers of others. It's very difficult to
convince them they're wrong, because there is some reality to their
feeling, that they've blown all out of proportion, mostly because it
gives them some relevance and power, and they can blame it on
everything they don't like, thereby absolving them from the need to
take any responsibility for their lives. People love to pass the
blame."
I said, "It's such a comfort to lay back, and believe all your
troubles are the fault of other people. But it's false. Most of my
actions show that people cause a lot of their own problems." We went to
break. Back, he said, "We don't cause ALL our problems, do we?" I said,
"Actually, in one way we DO cause almost all our problems, if not
directly, but also by not acting to stop things that DO cause us
problems. You know I can fix more problems than I'm doing. That's
because other people CAN, and just don't. People won't improve unless
they take the responsibility to do that, or accept that they don't want
to, and live and die with the results of that without complaint. Stop
complaining? Impossible. Yes, I complain, too. You're hearing me do
that right now, aren't you?" He chuckled, and said, "Yes we are."
Mario said, "Malcolm said you were bigger there than the souls who
manage the reincarnations. Does that have a special significance?" I
said, "Well, the word special is a subjective judgement. The
significance of my size there, is just size, and his perception of it,
in a non expert way. I'm not fully there, being not dead, so we don't
really know what my soul will look like then." He said, "How did you
find out about this problem?" I said, "It happened, so I knew it. The
know all thing?" He said, "Oh! I keep forgetting that." I said, "Don't
worry about it. Happens to everybody. Would happen to me, too, but I'm
in the middle of it."
He said, "Do you get a lot of requests from the dead?" I said,
"Before, they couldn't contact me unless I was looking in that place
where they hang out. I would take a peek, and some would find me. Not
many. Now I maintain a constant presence there, and a LOT of them find
me and want to talk. You would be surprised how many souls there don't
realize they're dead. I do mostly psychological counseling. That
usually takes care of their problems. The ones who really need fixing
in the real world are rare. I'm not going to say how many, or who they
are. That's private." He said, "Do they remember that when they
reincarnate?" I said, "As far as I know, nobody has remembered that
time in the soul waiting place. I remember all my past incarnations,
but not between them. That's the same for other people. Those who don't
reincarnate and stay there to join with God, might remember those
times, but I haven't asked them, so I don't know." He said, "Are you
going to ask one there?" I said, "No. No point in asking, when it's not
possible to make use of the answer. I don't bother God with trivial
things. I want Him to think well of me."
I said to the camera, "Do you want God to think well of YOU? I can
help you with that, with some reminders, because how to cause God to
think well of you has been known for thousands of years. The Ten
Commandments are a good start. You don't have to believe in any
religion, or even believe in God, to use those Commandments, because
they're wise and good. For example, don't lie. And then the Golden
Rule. Don't do to others what you don't want them to do to you. You
don't want people to call you a liar, don't lie, and don't call others
on a lie, unless you can prove it. You know how bad it feels, when
somebody accuses YOU of lying, when you didn't. And that's the lesson
here. Saying a lie is bad, because it hurts people, and is against God,
who is Truth. Calling somebody else a lair when you can't prove it, is
severely disrespecting them, who don't deserve it, and YOU violate the
truth yourself, by casting unwarranted doubt on it. Just because you
don't WANT to believe something is true, that doesn't make it happen
for real, but it does make you look selfish and stupid. You could go
into politics with that." He laughed in surprise.
I said, "The surprise of that is funny, but how many politicians do
that a lot, and loudly, in front of everybody? Remember the denial of
global warming?" He said, "Oh! You're right! They attack each other on
the other side with that. They call it investigation and fact finding,
but it's more a denial to support their witch hunting." I said, "There
is some strange amusement, irony, in that they don't even believe their
own investigators, when the truth wasn't like what they wanted. Well,
people, that's that you get for electing people who are just like you.
They behave like you do! Please try to do better. We could use that."
He tried not to grin when he was closing the show.
He said, "You did it again. Politicians punctured!" I said, "I could
have used a great past example to illustrate that. Obama's hometown
Pastor, Reverend Wright. They said he had too much bad influence on
Obama, a Christian. So he joined another Christian congregation. At the
same time, the same people were stating as fact, that he was a Muslim.
Anything to attack him, no matter how stupid it was." He said, "Good
point. We'll mention that." I gave him a card of videos. He grinned,
"Oh, great!" I said with a grin, "I know." We hugged.
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