Solomon's Private File #219
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 25 in this story, in the Summer of 2051.
Solomon's Private File #219 "CNN After LDS"
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CNN ran the prepared event recording. LDS President and I were asked
to comment after it. Greg Introduced us. Then he said, "This is more
than unusual! There are a lot of questions implicit in this. To start,
how was it known that he would die er, on schedule?" I said, "The Past
President of LDS knew he was going to die soon, in our last meeting. I
confirmed his feeling." He said, "But how did he and you know?" I said,
"I told you. A feeling. Been accurate before." He said, "Oh. From God?"
I said, "I don't know, but I suspect it. Past Pope felt it, and past
Dalai Lama. And Stephen." He said, "I see something in common. Close to
God." I said, "We don't know if that caused it, or that it just made
them pay more attention to the feeling." Pres said, "That's what is so
good about Solomon being in religion. A scientific thinker along with
the religious. We know his opinions are the best possible, and
positively not biased." I said to him, "Got more of that planned?" He
grinned and said, "After they come to me, then I can say yes." We all
chuckled.
Greg said, "It looks like you two know each other." Pres said, "We
have talked, and were in an action together." Greg said, "The rapist.
Bad one. The other clergy. Did they ask, or were they invited?" I said,
"I asked the Past President if he would like that, and he did. I asked
them, and they liked the idea, after I told them I was going to ask all
of them." He grinned and said, "I see." I said, "You suspect peer
pressure. I think that was a minor reason. They just liked the idea.
And maybe a little competition with who could dress the fanciest." He
chuckled and said, "I noticed how well they looked." Pres said with a
smile, "That made us more noticed in comparison." He said, "And we KNOW
Chuckles. I said, "There is maybe another reason why they came. In
their home religions, they are so respected and revered, they are
practically in social isolation. It may not so much be peer pressure
that caused them to come together, but just to BE with their peers,
where they can talk to equals, and not have to be so formal. At my
parents' wedding, that's what they actually said, and they had long
group meetings just for that." Pres said, "I didn't think of that. I
find that I can appreciate the attraction. I do think of them as
friends." I said, "And that's really why I proposed this. Friends
seeing a friend off." They looked at me strangely. We went to break.
I said, "You should have known. That's what I do." They nodded. I
said, "And I knew it was what God wanted. I want what He wants, or the
reverse. He says we think the same. I have to believe that." More
strange looks. Back on air, I said, "But I did have a kind of ace in
the hole to convince them to come to the event, if they were reluctant.
In a way, I was a little disappointed I didn't get to use it." Greg
said, "What was it?" I said, "I could have told them I was planning to
make the after life contact. Past President and I planned it together.
He loved the idea. Actually, he loved the whole thing." Pres said, "I
noticed that, and had a little trouble understanding it." I said to
him, with a smile, "You will, when it's your turn. For him, is was
theater, and he didn't have to do a thing but die. No responsibility at
all, after a lifetime of it. He was free to be amused by it all. What a
way to go!" Chuckles.
Pres said, "I now have a new understand of it, and of him. Thank you,
Solomon." I said, "You're welcome." He said, "You did this to please a
friend." I said, "Absolutely! All the other things were great extras. I
didn't know God actually wanted me to do it, and the after life
contact, all that way. It's a little annoying that I don't know if it's
me or Him, deciding these things. I WOULD like to know I'm doing the
right things on my own." Pres said, "I think I can understand something
of that, how frustrating it must be." I said, "And I have to like it,
too. Really. Who wouldn't like to be this close to God?" Greg said, "Do
you know why he wanted you do do it?" I said, "He doesn't tell me those
things! But I have a strong guess about a part of it. It's obvious to
me now, that He wanted me to demonstrate the afterlife to people.
That's what He praised me for. I have no idea why He didn't just tell
me to do it. He can. His mysterious ways aren't all that much fun to
the mysteryized. Hmm, I don't think that's a real word." Chuckles. Greg
said, "I vote to put it in the dictionary. Definition title; Solomon's
Condition." I said, "Good one. Don't do that." He laughed. We went to
break.
Back from break, Greg said to me, "I'm being asked to ask you about
your singing. You said it caused strange effects. What were those?" I
said, "Some quality in my singing voice captured people's attention
more than a little, and caused way too much sexual attraction.
Something like a teen idol on steroids. It was so intense, Chad
couldn't be in the studio when I was recording. We had to use separate
tracks for duets and accompaniment, and he was one of the world's
foremost experts in all phases of music and it's reproduction. Not my
first incarnation with that kind of voice." He said, "Oh! The one were
like to relive the end of that one again. Or the front."
I said, "In one life I was given a very important position that I was
very much not qualified for, because of my unusual voice." Pres said,
"Was it in religion?" I said, "Yes, actually. I was Marcus, the second
Bishop of Rome, also sometimes called the second or third Pope. I was a
selfish ignorant boor, but my voice brought in a lot of people, just to
hear me preach. Brought in a lot of bedmates, too, which was all I was
really interested in. Oh, do you both look funny!" Chuckles. Greg said,
"Er, what kind of bedmates?" I said, "I wasn't that choosy. Female,
male, practically anybody who was willing. Had something of a waiting
list. Well, I did have a lot of practice. Wasn't too bad at it. Oh,
don't look at me like that. Almost all Popes, and wannabe Popes, did
the same thing, and a lot worse, up to the twentieth century, in spite
of supposed celibacy vows, which didn't exist in the Rome of Marcus.
Power causes excess." He said, "What do you mean by worse?" I said,
"Some preferred castrated former choir boys. Or those who could be made
so. Some preferred to torture their playmates. Had to get new ones
frequently. Used them up fast. Some preferred groups of children. Power
and riches are powerful aphrodisiacs, and motivation to make
eccentricity look normal. Some of them were WEIRD!" Chuckles. I said,
"In that life, I didn't hurt anybody. The only real complaints I had
from my lovers, involved their jealousy."
Greg said, "Another life with the voice?" I said, "My good voice
helped me in my best story telling life. My father then had a good
voice, but he died when I was young, and my mother was abusive." He
said, "How did you survive?" I said, "I had some help from friends of
my father, but I mostly lived on the streets. I was popular with the
venders. I didn't have to steal much food. They liked to give it to me
for my stories. I drew customers for them. I actually liked that kind
of existence. Couldn't be more free, but had the excitement of danger,
which I put into my stories. I liked living that life, and in this one,
I like remembering it. One of my best." He said, "Would you tell us one
of those stories?" I said, "No. Sorry. Nor the name of that life.
Someday I might. Who knows when the noes might smell like yeses?"
Chuckles. I signaled the end.
Greg said, "We are almost out of time. Final comment?" We looked at
the Pres. He said, "This has been very interesting for me, appearing
with Solomon on one of these shows. It's more er, difficult than I
thought it would be. It's been quite an education!" We grinned. I said,
"I hope you didn't scare away any other future interview partners." He
said, "I doubt that any friend of yours would want to avoid this." Then
we were off the air. I said, "What was so bad about it?" He grinned
and said, "Fear that I might be caught in some stupid mistake." I said,
"Gotcha, in the biz." Nods. I said, "After a while, you lose that,
because it doesn't change things. It happens, it happens. Worrying
about it can sometimes HELP it to happen." Greg said, "It does."
I said, "I'm getting some calls about that last life. Some of Islam
think they know who I was then." Pres grinned his face almost in half.
I said, "Please keep that to yourself. All here. Strongly. Could cause
a lot of problems." Greg, mystified, said, "But you deliberately said
those things." I said, "Sure. Speculation draws attention and thought.
But made semi official by those in the media or authority, is something
else." He said, "Oh. Your father called that social management." I said
with a grin, "Then it must be true!" Pres said, "Now I understand what
was meant by the after show discussions. More interesting now, than in
the shows I've been in before."
Greg said to me, "Your calls. How do you get them?" I said, "We have
our own very sophisticated communication center. AI computer knows
speech, and routes all kinds of contact methods to our custom computer
phones. Some of us can access the AI computer directly with our minds.
That's how I do it. So I can talk on the phone without making a sound,
thousands of calls at a time. But I don't actually have a real phone
number for the public. Calls I SHOULD hear, I do. Post office has a
dead letter bin for me. Like for Santa, but warmer weather. I read them
all. You wouldn't BELIEVE the pictures in the marriage proposals!"
Laughter. I said, "Many of them are from children in trouble. I work
those, and on the sly whenever possible." They nodded in approval. I
said, "There are a lot of er, fan web sites. I monitor those, too. And
I have the FBI as a secretary. Emergency calls to there for me, I get.
Here's another secret. Any phone with a dial tone that hears my name, I
know about it. Cell phones don't work that way, though. I'm not as er,
detached as people think, but they should think that. I shouldn't be
their nanny." They nodded agreement.
Greg said, "There has been less of your work visible here." I said,
"Less I should be doing here. More out there, on direct orders. No I
can't share them. Much too odd. They would require a lengthy background
just to be understood. And most of them with God's servants, I'm not
allowed to share." He said, "They don't always obey?" I said,
"Something like that, and I clean up the mess and poke down their egos.
For some, they've been too long without a living supervisor. In fact,
some can't believe I'm above them, even when God tells them directly.
They learn!" Chuckles. He said, "So you don't have time to work here on
Earth." I looked around. They chuckled. I said, "There is a galaxy far
away. I'm on many planets there right now, helping them to recover from
a problem." He said, "Oh, images." I said, "No. Me. I don't use images
unless I want them to know it's an image. In a lot of my work, being
there in person, where they can sense the truth of me, is critical. I
know it's confusing, and to my group as well. It just is. I can make as
many of me as I want to, and they are all actually individually me. But
you can't, so we should end this before you grow old." Pres said to me,
"Will you?" I said, "No. I can't, actually, but I could fake it if I
need to. Any of of my presences, can look like anything I want, and
they do, most so in environments that would kill anybody on Earth." He
said, "Oh! I wondered about that. Good idea." We stood, and hugged. I
ported with the pres to his office. He said, "Very interesting!" I
"Port home?" He said, "Please." We hugged, and I did that.
I looked into Limbo, and said to the past LDS Pres, "What went on air
wasn't exactly like we planned. Complaint?" He said, "No, well done. I
have a strange understanding here. I can see your presence. I know more
about you." I said, "You'd better forget that when you get stuffed into
a new body!" He laughed. He said, "I have a request." I said, "You, and
I don't know how many others. I asked. He knows." He said, "Growing up
in all that love, who wouldn't want that?" I said, "Absolutely. And the
sex." He said, chuckling, "I saw that. Another want. But also important
is all the work your group does for all. For God. It would be a true
promotion for me." I said, "We don't hate that, either." He said,
"Would I know more about you then, than the public does?" I said, "Yes.
How much more would depend on which one you hopped into. My half
siblings are more powerful." He said, "Tell your people to have more
sex!" I said, "As if that were physically possible." Laughter. He said,
"Would you give this conversation to the new President?" I said, "Yes,
private to him. After you reincarnate." He said, "Thank you." We shared
love.
It didn't take long. He did reincarnate into a sperm bank S Kid. I
shifted to meet with the LDS President. I said, "Your former boss wants
me to give you something. We talked after the show. Crystal only works
for you." He read it and said, "Wow! Er, did he make it?" I said, "It
would be best for all if I didn't say. People shouldn't be judged by
their past incarnations." He grinned. I said, "Don't do that." He
laughed. We hugged with love.
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