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Subject: +*+*+*+ Solomon's Private File #13 "Telepathy, Ugh!" +*+*+*+
Date: Fri, 27 Mar 2015 18:44:20 -0400
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Solomon's Private File #13
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 11 in this story, in the Winter of 2037-2038.
Solomon's Private File #13 "Telepathy, Ugh!"
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I went to Dad, and said, "I hear peoples' thoughts. I don't want to!"
He said, "Right. Who needs all that useless junk in our minds. People
just don't think about what really goes on in their minds all the time.
We have to, unfortunately." I said, "You really understand this!" He
said, "Happened to me, too, and about this time." I said, "It's really
bad. Horrible. It's like they're throwing up all over and forcing me to
eat it! I don't want their private thoughts in my head!" He said, "I
agree, but I'm NOT going to thank you for that description!" I had to
giggle. He said, "You have one advantage now that I didn't have then. I
had nobody to help me with that. You do." We hugged with a lot of love.
He showed me how to turn it off. I was VERY happy.
I said, "Dad, I think I'm remembering some other lives." He said,
"Sometimes that's hard to prove, because we can sometimes confuse that
with dreams and imagination. False memories are VERY easy to
manufacture, even by accident. Want to tell me about some?" I did. He
said, "Can I look in you?" I nodded. He said, "Those are real memories
of other lives. I'm sorry, but we don't get to choose which lives we
remember, or how much, or if we remember them at all. I would have
chosen not to. Some were NOT nice. Want to know what hurt the most?" I
really did! He said, "The lives where I was a bad person, who did bad
things to people. We have to learn from them, but it sure isn't fun!" I
said, "Do you think I was bad?" He said, "That's not how it is. They
are NOT who you are now. PLEASE remember that. You are a unique
individual with who you are now. All those other lives are just
memories like in a history book, but with some extra thoughts and
feelings included. They do not rule you! Only you do. But to answer the
amended question, yes, I think you had some past lives as bad people. I
think that when we have a lot of lives, we all have some of those."
I said, "What if we were bad to each other in other lives?" He said,
"Do you have memories like that?" I said, "No, but what if?" He said,
"I met somebody like that." I said, "I remember! The kick in the
Monastery!" He said, "Yes. But in this life we liked each other, and
still do. Love, actually. Wouldn't it be interesting, if you were my
father in old times? Or mother? Or even my wife." I said thoughtfully,
"A girl. I wonder how that could feel." He said, "I see your interest
in that." I giggled and made my boner jump. He said, "I think you might
want to have some friends over now." I grinned and said, "Did you do
that a lot?" He said, "Practically every second I could. Mac and Tim
could tell you. Ask Ichi, my brother then. If you manage to embarrass
him, I wouldn't mind that at all." I laughed, and ran off to do just
that.
I asked Ichi, "Dad told me to ask you about his sexplay." He was
uncomfortable with that, which made me laugh. Reluctantly, he told me
about how they discovered Dad's nut sensitivity in the school locker
room, and how he and Dad did it a lot after that, and that Dad was very
popular and had a lot of kids in love with him. I gave him a lot of
wows during the stories. Then I said, "I have problems like that, too.
Practically everybody's in love with me. Poor Ed, like you were, was
ignored. I stopped that just like Dad did, not that I knew I was
copying him." He said, "You didn't have to copy. That's the only fair
way to correct the problem. Well done." I said, "Thanks. Are there
other boys who are like me and Dad?" He said, "Yes. Pete, Srinoy, and
Minster. There might be others, but there isn't a registry for that
kind of thing." I grinned, and said, "Or things." He grinned back. I
said, "I wonder what would happen if two of us did it together." He
said, "Wild! Completely fantastic!" I said, "Oh, I've got to try that
with Dad!" He said, "Hey, wait a minute! There is a psionic component
to it." I said "Right. They can feel it with me, even though I'm not
fully psionic." He said, "If you do it with somebody who is, it will
probably shock your psionics open before you are ready for that. PLEASE
don't! You're having almost too much fun as you are now. Don't hurry
it." I said, "Oh. Right. I should wait. Going to be hard." He said, "It
already is." We laughed and hugged and kissed with love.
All the children of Adepts, raised by Adepts, come to the school
already very well educated, and very physically fit and well trained.
Kam and I were first, and Galya was the second. We were both double
Adepts, and enhanced by the beds into being genetically dominant before
we were born. And we slept on the beds. I wasn't supposed to know all
that, but involuntary telepathy can reveal some useful information,
even if you didn't want it to. All this means is that we have some head
start advantages over the usual new students, and even over the
fertility clinic students. Maybe even over Dad's donated children. This
practically engraves my leadership in stone. If it has to be so, I hope
it's a nice stone.
Pete asked to talk with me. He said, "Your religious requests caused
quite a stir among the usually less excitable clergy." My grin that
almost cracked my face in half, made him laugh. He said, "I didn't tell
them who you were, just something of your intelligence, total recall,
and education in advanced Stephen Tibet techniques. That you already
have some doctorates. I gave them your Rabbi contact info. He responded
VERY well to their enquiries. The result is, Seminaries and Yeshivas
are willing to jump you ahead to some final testing and evaluation, in
spite of your age. They agree, very reluctantly, to your privacy while
you're a minor. I said it was a parental requirement." I said, "Fine.
I'll tell Mom and Dad they require it." He grinned. He said, "I'm
loving this." I said, "I see that, and I'm very happy for you. Really!"
We hugged with love. He gave me recordings of all the Haftorahs,
converted into a crystal, so I could learn to sing them the right way.
I already knew the Christian songs they might want to hear, from Dad's
recordings. I already had stuffed into my brain the contents of their
total curriculum. My master's in counseling was already awarded. I had
been monitored at camp, which I knew, not that I thought about it at
the time. They counted a lot of what I did there as counseling, for the
master's requirement
A few days later, I asked Pete, "When I go to those religious
institutions, I should have an adult with me. Do we have any Jews here
for the Yeshiva er, encounter? Oh, by the way, aren't they just for
Orthodox?" He said, "Ordinarily, they are. Then the Rabbis can choose
to be Conservative, but there are two of them that specialize in
Conservative and Reform er, indoctrination." I said, "Good. Orthodox
wouldn't want me. I can't have a beard, or a distinctive haircut. And
I'm not going to keep Kosher." He said, "I like Kosher pickles." I
said, "Well, I do, too. I have a feeling they wouldn't take me
seriously if I said that's why I want to be a Rabbi." We grinned. He
said, "Religious preference is restricted personal information. I just
asked, and I have permission to tell you that Ivanna would love to go
with you." I said, "Please tell her I would absolutely LOVE that!"
After a second, he grinned really wide. I said, "I can guess she didn't
hate that, and knows what I'm up to now. Approves?" He laughed, and
said, "Understatement!" I said, "Does she know about, the er,
connection?" He said, "I didn't tell. I don't know. If she doesn't, I
suggest you wait." I said, "Yes. So, Jewish first. Soon. I expect to be
very busy after I go fully psionic, learning all Dad knows before he
gets promoted." He said, "Brain so stuffed, would make a pickle jar
A week later, I met with Ivanna. I was hesitant about hugging her,
because she was so obviously pregnant. She grabbed me in a big hug with
love. She said, "I was VERY surprised to learn you want to be a Rabbi!"
I said, "I know what you mean. Part of me was like that, but another
part thinks it's right. Maybe I was Jewish in a past life." She said,
"Do you remember any?" I said, "Just bits and pieces. Dad said they're
real. Might fill in later. The reason I'm doing this, is that after Dad
leaves, we should have somebody of religious authority for our group
besides Kam." She said, "Did you check out other religions?" I said, "I
already know Buddhism, and it's already taken. Went to the services the
others had at camp. I will NOT ever want to eat the flesh and blood of
ANYBODY, even in make-believe. And I'm not a pervert. I do NOT want to
hear all about people's sex lives they believe are sinful. At least not
that kind of pervert." She laughed very well. She said, "Then which
kind?" I said, "Hey, I've just gotten started. Give me time." More
laughter.
She said, "Prepared?" I said, "Haftorahs memorized and practiced.
Other songs, too, All academics, including history, the same. Already
had counseling practice. Got some good accents, too." She tried not to
laugh, when she said, "Accents?" I said with one, "It couldn't hurt."
She had to laugh. She said, "Sense of humor, check!" We hugged with
love.
The first day, we went there with the Rabbi from camp. Ivanna knew he
knew who I was, and he knew who she was. We ported. We explained to
them that one of Stephen's teachers ported us. I said to the Rabbi
before that, "We can't lie, but we are very good at misdirection, by
necessity." He said, "Using a different name isn't lying?" I said,
"People can easily change names, and also use stage names. I do tell
them, when asked, that I chose it. If they ask what name I was born
with, I couldn't lie. Still, they will know who I am. If they're smart,
and I've come to seriously expect that, they already suspect it, and
will go along with my incognito status until the awarding of the
certificate. In fact, they won't let ANYTHING get in the way of making
Stephen's son a Rabbi." He looked at me very seriously, and said, "I
hadn't thought of all that, but I see it now. Well done." Ivanna said,
"That's something like the second thing we hear a lot, after wow; now
that I think of it." He grinned, and said, "I do believe it!" She said
"And from most of us to our situation managers. Sol was raised by our
both, in turn.
It went just like I expected. We went two afternoons a week, for two
and a half weeks. On the last day, the Rabbi in charge said to us, "But
for your age and limited experience, we can find no reason not to
graduate you, Mr. er, Doads." We all had to restrain our smiles. He
said, "Your superior intellect, education, and wisdom, more than
compensates for those shortcomings. We now have something of a dilemma.
We could be thought of in a less than welcome way, for graduating one
so young. Unless we are able to enumerate your qualifications to those
who would think the less of all of us. We all think, with your
abilities, you have already decided how we will do this." I grinned,
and looked at my friend the Rabbi, and he had to laugh. Then he said,
"I apologize for laughing, but it was at myself. Before we came here
the first day, he told us you would know, and about this situation."
They grinned at each other.
I said, "You could announce that you have graduated one of Stephen's
students, with the list of accomplishments, which is actually less than
there are, for less stretching of credulity, omitting the age and name.
Upon further public inquiry, possibly one you ask for, you could say
the graduate is VERY close to Stephen. Gradual hints over time, length
unspecified, will cause a lot of knowing winks and nods, for correct
assumptions. Drawing that out could be the source of some amusement,
while keeping your institution in the favorable public eye for some
time. Expect increased applications? Funding?" He said, "You haven't
disappointed me." I said, "Er, mozel tov?" We grinned our faces almost
and Stephen Holmes. But you already knew that." He said, "I did. Do you
have some of his special abilities?" I said, "No, he's keeping them. I
do have some odd abilities of my own, though. My singing." He said,
"Yes. Amazing!" Ivanna said, "Even to us." I said, "His special
abilities, like what enables teleporting, don't start showing up until
later in life. Age twelve and up. And then there is intensive training.
I don't know if I'll have any of that. I'm not going to complain if I
don't. I have so much in this life now, I have to love it. But, being a
little taller, couldn't hurt." Chuckles.
He said "I have to ask. You could have chosen any religion. Why us?"
I said, "Because in it, I feel I am home." My friend said, "We saw that
right away. He IS a Jew, and would still be a Jew, even if it were
never recognized." I said, "I will study other religions, but nothing
can change where my true home is. GOOD thing my er, thing was born
naked, though." We laughed. I said, "I do have something like my family
has. May I share it with you?" I opened my arms for the hug with love.
My friend had to help him sit down.
The Rabbi in charge said, "We won't have a public ceremony for you,
but here is your certificate of Bar Mitzvah, and your certificate of
graduation." It had my real name on it. We exchanged grins. He said,
"We will submit your name to the federal registry of clergy, when you
authorize it." I said, "When I need that legal protection of
confidentiality, I'll ask. Or before, if you think it wise for all
concerned. When I am thirteen? I look forward, with pleasure, to seeing
how you manage the er, news." More grins. More hugs, and we ported to
the school. Mom and Dad were there in Pete's office. My friend the
Rabbi was almost overwhelmed. He saw me grinning at him, and had to
smile at himself. The visit went well for him. When it was time, Ivanna
ported him home, and me with him. There, I said, "It's all your fault.
If you hadn't been so nice to me, none of this would have happened! So,
what have you got to say for yourself?" He laughed so hard, he had to
collapse into a chair. I grinned and bowed to him, and then said, "You
haven't seen the last of me. But for now, thank you a whole bunch, and
shalom. Ivanna?" She ported me back to the office.
Mom said, "Well done." Dad said, "Right. Leave them laughing." Chad
said, "Right, so they can't shoot you." We poked him, and we all
laughed.
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