Solomon's Private File #386
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 33 in this story, in the Spring of 2059.
Solomon's Private File #386 "Fart in England"
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The senior archeologist in Egypt called me, and said, "We're still
working in taking back our lost antiquates. One owner of a major group
of pieces is giving us problems." I said, "Yes. Argentina isn't exactly
next door to you." He said, "Very true. Their legal system supports his
position, that he purchased them in good faith." I said, "He didn't. He
knew they were stolen, and when. The anti Mubarak uprising."
I asked to see the very rich man in his home. I shifted there. I
said, "Do you know why I asked to speak with you?" He said, "I do not."
I said, "You DO know I know all?" He said, "Er, yes. Egypt complained?"
I said, "In the person of their official archeologist, yes. They would
like their history to be returned." He said, "They're mine! I own them.
"I note how careful you were in that description. Yes, the law supports
you, with what it knows. That can be changed with some shared time
research, and in public. That would also uncover more of similar
dealings that I'm not interested in working on at this time." He said,
"If I were to publicly donate the items of your current interest to
Egypt, would that satisfy your entire interest in me and my past er,
actions?" I said, "If I'm not asked to help with one of those past
actions, yes. People need to ask for my help. I don't usually volunteer
in these things. That's a society issue." He said, "I understand, and I
accept this solution."
I said, "Should I assume you want Egypt to cooperate in this er,
play, in not discussing in public further, how you obtained the items,
and refused to return them?" He said, "Yes, I was going to ask for
to be as diplomatic as possible, but I will NOT allow them to lie. You
should know that." He said, "Yes, I should have." I said, "And now to
spiritual things. Do you know of my show where I was a Priest of the
Maya?" He said, "I do. In the next life, you were sacrificed. You mean
me to know that if I don't act to return more that were stolen, in my
next life, that could happen to me?" I said, "Yes. What little you will
have, you won't keep. How bad that becomes, will depend on what you do
in this life, which you know is going to end in a relatively short
time. In the cycle of life and death, excessive greed is the most
personally wasteful of all moral sins. Foolish." He said, "I am
beginning to understand something of that. The old saying, you can't
take it with you." I said, "For material things, and usually memories,
that's true. But the effects of good and bad choices, DO go with you.
We MUST learn to be better people, in order to eventually join with
God. So, the eternal do-over." Smiles.
I said, "Better for this situation that my involvement isn't
mentioned." He said, "I agree. But how this is, with you, is worth all
the treasures I have, and more." I said, "Revenge by embarrassment?" He
laughed. We stood, and I offered to hug. We did. He said, "The Pope was
correct!" I said, "He may not actually need your endorsement."
Chuckles. I said, "I will show this to the archeologist, to cause his
agreement. Be well." I shifted out. I did show him, and he gave the
usual wow.
I said to Nat Geo, "Got a project for you, maybe with PBS.
Controversial evidence of pre-Columbian European explorers in the
Americas. I visit the sites, show what's there, and through time, and
present the story with the people who were involved, including their
back stories at home." He said, "Wow!" I said, "We hope." Grins. I
said, "Most such things didn't end well. Hard to make that
entertaining." He said, "Tragic can work." I said, "Has to." He said,
"Did we have the King of France?" I said, "No. Baby was never crowned.
Made a very good preacher, though. And humble. Didn't want to claim any
of it." He said, "Thanks. Good to have it confirmed." I said, "He was
raised by a missionary, with Native Americans. They loved him. A truly
good man. He refused to change any part of that life, on being told of
his ancestry. His royal father would have said,'What!', but France
should be proud of who their son became, one of the best of humanity of
all time."
He said, "Wow!" I said, "No, I wasn't him, but one of my group was.
Hasn't remembered yet, and may never. I'm sorry, but there isn't much
to hang a story on. No drama, no sex, just service with compassion and
love. Oh, alright." I gave him a card and crystal. He read it, and
almost cried. He said, "True artistry! Great Music! You also made it
with breaks for commercial stations, and PBS promos." I said, "Would
work better for them, than you. Not much geography in it." He said,
"But could be a good incentive piece to work with us on the series." I
said, "I'm the situation manager here!" Grins
We set up a meeting with PBS. They jumped on it. The whole thing,
including the King Preacher, which they wanted to air as soon as
possible. They loved my narration. For the series, working with them at
their slow pace is frustrating, but it's going well. I met with the LDS
President, and told him about it, and showed him some parts. He had a
lot of wows to express.
In King's College in Cambridge, in England, there was a class
discussion about the universe, reality, and God. I shifted in, to the
professor's position, and the whole room was one big grin. I said, "My,
what big teeth you have." They laughed. I said, "I appeared in a space
ship, well, here's how they were." I showed them the wolf people, and
what I said to them. They laughed. I said, "You have a question about
the big bang." One said, "Did it happen in every dimension at the same
time?" I grinned, and said, "Anybody want to impress me?" They all
looked at one student. She was very embarrassed, but said, "Question
isn't applicable. Time didn't exist then." I said, "Why?" She said, "No
duration without causation." I said, "How many here truly understand
that? Remember, I know all." No hands. I said, "Right. It's not
possible for who we are in this reality to truly comprehend that. Like
trying to explain a rainbow to a tulip. Both just go on being pretty.
But we can still play with it in imagination, and discuss it. Easier
for us. Tulips aren't all that's required to be able to talk." Groans.
I said, "Thank you." Chuckles. Prof almost strangled.
I said, "Somebody was going to ask this. To spare that person's
embarrassment, I'll pose the question. Why bother with this, if we
can't know it?" One said, "To improve our minds." I said, "Yes!
Thinking helps. More, in creating the habit of thinking. Do you really
want to go through life not thinking much? Well, consider the dietary
requirements of zombies." Laughter. I said, "There was another
question." Prof said, "It's been asked if God is the same in all
dimensions." I said, "Specifically, the answer is yes and no. Yes, I
had to do that in a philosophy class. Wouldn't you?" Grins. I said,
"Same God, but the formally alive people who join with Him are specific
to that dimension, with one exception, and I know this because I've
cataloged billions of dimensions, and I'm still doing it as a
background process. The exception is Stephen, my father, kind of
follows me around in other dimensions, at times." After a bit of
silence, one said, "When you die, will you be in just this dimension?"
I said, "I don't know all of what will happen when I die, but I do know
that one. I will be in all the dimensions I have cataloged, and that
will not happen until after I've cataloged all that exist." There were
a lot of wows. I said, "I might be saying that too, when it happens."
Prof said, "This is different from what we knew of you. Until now,
the latest information about you was you knew all in a dimension when
you visited it. Now it's when you catalog them?" I said, "The threshold
of my involvement for knowing all of a dimension was tagged to my speed
of perception." He said, "I think I understand. Before, you had to
spend a time personally in the dimension before you knew all. A few
seconds I assume. Now you perceive it so fast, merely glancing it,
causes you to know all of it." I said, "Correct. Well reasoned. You
could be a teacher! Oops!" Chuckles, and he grinned and bowed, which I
returned.
One asked, "What makes a dimension different from another?" I said,
"Anything, and nothing. Some are as identical to ours as they can get,
in what we know of the physical aspects of reality. Some are so
different, they don't correspond to anything we know at all. The first
one is the real problem. The differences between them are so small,
it's very difficult to differentiate between them, hence the cataloging
of them. Building an address book, so to speak, so those few of my
group who can port between them don't get lost, or stuck in one they
can't get out of." One said, "Did that actually happen?" I said, "Yes
"Being monitored isn't always a quiet thing." Grins and chuckles. I
said, "A person in another dimension was trying to catalog them, but
didn't quite know what he was doing with equipment he didn't know how
to operate, that he didn't know how it worked. A Corps member was
caught in the act of porting here on Earth, and ended up on another
planet in another dimension, and couldn't port back, even though he
should have been able to, from most dimensions. That he had his shield
on, saved his life. Poisonous atmosphere. His absence was noticed, and
I retrieved him. Then I really messed with that experimenter, and his
boss who didn't know it was happening. He won't do it again!" Grins.
One said, "What happened to him?" I said, "Those people don't have
prisons. For him, it would have been indefinite suspended animation for
that crime. That's actually worse than death. He can't reincarnate. I
offered an alternative. Something like retraining. It worked. He's
grateful and awake, and VERY cautious." Chuckles." One said, "Is there
a worse punishment than that?" I said, "There is. Suspended animation,
as they would do it, would mean he would be unaware of the time spent
in it. Worse is being aware in that, and unable to do anything but
think. Worse than that, being really not nice, I won't tell you about
it, because it can't be really understood unless experienced. And
because I don't feel like it."
One asked, "What caused the big bang?" I said, "Ever been in a lift
with somebody who likes to eat a lot of beans?" Chuckles. I said,
"That's something like what happened. Something that could no longer
exist in it's own dimension, burst into ours, and exploded, because our
dimension wasn't compatible with its kind of matter and energy in a way
that could be stable. All the dimensions were started in a similar way,
but one, the master dimension, also called the God dimension. So, He
kind of farted us into existence. We've improved a bit since then."
Chuckles. Prof said, "When did you discover this?" I said said, "Er,
when I started saying it." I cupped my ear, and he put a wow into it. I
nodded approval, and he chuckled.
I said, "I'm in big trouble now. You know how my family gets when I
say something in public they thought I should have told them first."
Nods and grins. I said, "It's worse, because they know I won't tell
them anything more than I said here. Now they know how I feel when God
does that to ME. Hmm, they only wish they had teeth like the wolf
people." Laughter. One said, "One more thing, please. Who created the
God dimension?" I said, "I don't know. I can only guess that God did
it, but I don't know how he could be in it at the same time." One said,
"Have you created a dimension?" I said, "No, but I've repaired one. I
don't have enough knowledge of how the dimensional framework, or
matrix, works, to make one. I might, someday, when I need to. That's
how it usually happens." I said, "I think I should go now, before I
really upset my people. Er, too late." Laughter. I gave them my love,
and shifted out.
I said to Mom, "Poking me isn't going to change anything but your
finger." Hawk had to laugh. So did Galya, who examined her finger,
closely.
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