Solomon's Private File #14
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 12 in this story, in the Spring of 2037-2038.
Solomon's Private File #14 "Alignment!"
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I'm twelve. My birthday didn't have a party. We don't do those. Mom,
Dad, and the birthday boy, me, ported to the Buddhist Temple in DC,
into an apartment, and into a special bedroom. I could tell it was
special because my mind felt closed in, there. That meant it was
insulated against psionics. Abbot Tomba was there. He's Dad's, from his
previous life, former rescue and student, and one of our ethical
guides, and he's a Senior Adept, too. Dad's first student who could
port. Dad said to him, "Today is Sol's big day. Well, until his next
big day, whatever that may be." Dad and I poked each other and smiled.
Tomba said to me, "It seems like you have your father's humor. Give it
back to him before he misses it." We laughed. Dad said to me, "If
you'll hop up onto the bed, I'll align your chakras. Er, nice hopping."
I giggled, and Mom poked him. Dad said, "Because of your memories of
past lives, and that they might be more after you become psionic, you
might feel a little confused after I'm done. Just remember, we all love
you with everything we have. If you have any problems, talk to us. Er,
even if you don't have any." Mom poked him again. I giggled, and said,
"Sure." I was VERY nervous. Saying that is like saying the sun is a
candle. Wax on?
Dad ran his hands in the air over me. I didn't look, but I could feel
some strange sensations, like parts of my insides were being stimulated
in different ways. I knew he was aligning my chakras. When his hand was
over the base chakra, I had a boner. I knew that was normal, but not
nice confined in clothes. When his hand got to my head, it felt like it
exploded all over into the universe, but all without a real sound. I
could perceive and know things I couldn't dream of before. Then other
memories flooded my mind. It's a very good thing I had done so well in
mind management, or I would have been VERY confused. Still, I was a
little, and reached for my groin to check if what had been cut off was
still gone. It was all there, and still erect, but rapidly deflating.
The rest of me relaxed, too. I knew who I had been. The first Solomon,
for one. And in other lives, Dad's greatest enemy for some of his past
lives. In the last one, he cut off my nads and feet, and then stuffed
my spirit into an insulated container, where I languished in durance
most vile, in absolute sensory deprivation for I wasn't sure how long.
He saw the groin grab, and said, "All there."
He KNEW! But I was the son now, of the two best Adepts in the galaxy,
and they loved me! I said, "This does make up for that. I deserved it,
anyway, Son." He said, "Good, Dad." I giggled. He said, "Ready for the
first crystal?" I said, "Yes." He gave it to me, but I was having
second thoughts. I had been a bad person many times. What if it
wouldn't accept me? He nodded, and I put it to my head to get the
possible most of it. I was very surprised at what I read in the
crystal, and said, "I never thought of some of this. Well done!" He
said, "A test. Who was I?" I said, "The first with me I remember, you
were Menelik." He said, "And here is the stone you gave to me for safe
keeping." He opened a box, and handed it to me. I felt its love and
acceptance! I put the chain around my neck. Dad said, "I suggest you
have a conversation with your stone and the bed. We'll be in the living
room."
I said inside my mind, "Hello stone. Do you have a name?" He said, "I
don't, but you may give me one if you wish." I said, "I'll think about
it. Can I talk to you any time I want to?" He said, "You can, as long
as you and I are in conductive contact, unlike unmodified Adepts, who
need to be near many of us, such as those in this bed, to talk to their
bonded stones." I said "These modifications, please tell me about them,
and the inventory, too." He said "The modifications are genetic, and
include the continuance of the juvenile hair pattern, enhanced physical
senses, except your special hearing, which was original, made dominant.
You have stronger bones, a faster nervous system, and stronger muscles,
and a lifespan of about 500 years. Your 1500 IQ and total recall are
inherited. With becoming fully psionic, you have discrete clairaudience
and clairvoyance sufficient to place your viewpoint anywhere on this
world. Your other standard abilities are as strong as your father's,
when he woke after his modification, including full telepathy."
My stone said, "I do not understand the abilities you have that are
peculiar to you. I have never seen them before. What you did with the
pieces of glass was VERY interesting. I would be very interested in
seeing you explore that." I said, "Absolutely! Maybe after Dad goes. I
need to get all I can from him before that." He said, "I agree." I said
"Do you ever disagree?" He said with feelings of humor, "We will both
see that, if I do." I said "I hope you didn't think that was a helpful
answer." He laughed his way, and said, "I didn't. My people love humor.
Please don't stop that." I said, "I don't think I can stop it. What
else do you like?" He said, "We like to experience things through those
we bond with, that we can't experience on our own. Your bodies, for
instance. Er, sex." I said "Did you just sound embarrassed?" He said,
"We aren't capable of that, but I hesitated, because I was unsure of
your reaction to it." I said "I'm SURE I'm not going to stop doing
sexplay as often as I can. You can really count on that!" He said,
"Thank you." I said, "Hey, it fun for ME, too." We shared amusement. I
said, "Is there anything more you should tell me?" He said, "No, there
isn't. We are better at answering, than volunteering." I said, "Does
that mean I have to start the conversations?" He said, "Yes it does." I
said, "Thank you for all your help, and your friendship. I'll talk with
you again sometime."
I went out to the living room and joined the group. I got hugged and
kissed a lot. Dad said to me, "You're going to have a problem with
Senior Adept training." I said, "I know. A lot of what I knew is going
to get in the way. I'll do my best. You know that." Mom said, "Of
course we know that. You don't have to tell us about your lives. But
someday they should be archived." I said, "Right. What's known about
some of my lives isn't accurate." Dad said, "Don't I know it!" We all
laughed. He said, "If you need to talk to somebody other than us, Tomba
will keep whatever you want secret, really secret." Tomba said, "That's
true. I did that for your father." I said, "Are they still secret?"
Tomba grinned, and said, "I can't tell you that." Dad said, "The test
of Solomon!" I got tickled.
Later at home, I said to Dad, "So, you're nut sensitive, too." He
said, "Yes. So is Pete, Srinoy, and Minster. And I think many of my
other children who are boys, might be that way. If we all got together
in the link, the whole world might explode." I had to laugh. I said, "I
can't say I don't like it." He said, "I used to say, when they asked to
play with them, 'If I ever say no to that, don't listen to me!'" I
laughed again. I said, "Will I be like you, and not get hair down
there?" He said, "I don't know. Want me to check?" I said, "Yes,
please." He said, "You will be like me in that." I said, "Good. Not
just because I don't want to have to shave, but being like you in any
way is great. It's a love thing." I got really hugged. He said, "I felt
that way about my father in my last life. I understand." I said to Dad,
"With all the lives you remember, you understand practically
everything." He said, "It can seem like that, but intelligence does
help."
I said, "You haven't inventoried me yet. Why?" He said "I don't
really need to. We already knew you were more advanced than any other
of us except possibly me. If you want to have privacy, you have it,
even from us. Well, except for duty monitoring." I said, "Please do the
inventory." He said "Your mother and I will do it in meld." They did,
and I felt it, and sensed I might be able to block that if I wanted to.
He told me what they could see that I had. He said, "Just what I
expected." I said, "My stone gave me the inventory, too, and told me
why it was like yours before. A second opinion isn't a bad thing.
Thanks." He said, "After you qualify as a Full Senior Adept, you can
join me in the love broadcast. You should have that connection." I
said, "I would like that." He said, "And then we will have a year for
you to learn all the other advanced things I can teach you." I said,
"You really have to go?" He said, "Yes. But don't think I won't be
watching you!" I got seriously tickled.
We discovered that Dad had to teach me Senior Adept things himself. I
was just too powerful for anybody else to do it. It went very fast.
It's like I had been starving. I ate it all up like it was the finest
candy. Then I surprised him with, "You know, you don't have to have a
fully opened Third Eye to be able to port." He said in surprise,
"Please explain that!" I said, "I could lift objects in a mental
picture right after I could do contacts." I cupped my ear for the
customary exclamation, and he gave it the usual "Wow!" I said, "Want to
know why I was better than you in practically all things than you were
at school here in this life?" He said, "One of your specialties." I
said, "Right. Developmental neuropsych. Your brain was cognitively
inactive until just before you went to the school. It didn't have all
the years I had with you and Mom, developing my brain and its
connections. That really counts! And I was MUCH better educated before
I went to the school, and had MUCH more interaction with psionic people
before that, to exercise those abilities, too." He said, "Reasonable. I
agree. You know what that means for you?" I groaned, and he laughed. I
said, "Yes. I'm going to have a lot of hard work with my siblings, more
than we had anticipated." We hugged.
Then Dad gave me his 4th dimensional math, and his creative tools,
sample patterns, and locations of his storage and source material. I
made a 3D painting in a second, to show him I could use it. Got a wow.
It was of him as a giant, doing a love broadcast in Tibet. I said, "I
think I can do your love stroking. Alright to try it on you?" He looked
very interested, and said, "Absolutely?" Actually, I knew I could, from
my use of my strange PK before, with the lightbulb fragments. I
combined a limited love broadcast into my PK power, and stroked him all
over with it. He gasped with pleasure, and really squirmed around,
especially when I did that to his nuts and boner. I felt all that too.
Neither of us can resist broadcasting that, even without the link I had
already figured out. Soon, we both squirted VERY hard. Yes, my first
time squirting. It was clear, and very powerful. After we had recovered
weakly. I said, "I didn't know it would go this far. Both meanings. Not
complaining, though." He said, "Nor ME!" He cleaned us up like his blue
light invention.
I said, "I want that!" He pushed it to me. I said, "And the food
thingie." He gave me that, too, including the database. He said,
"You're taking these advanced things much better than I could at your
age, even with past life experience." I said, "You helped that with my
early mind management training. I got really good at it sooner than you
did. I have an idea for your solar cell, been poking at me for a month.
Why did you have to block IR so much?" He said, "It was freezing things
around it." I said, "Can I push you something?" He said, "Ready." I
pushed him my design. He said, "And you haven't even studied
engineering yet! Let's go tell Percy." He was in his lab, so we dressed
and ported over. We hugged and kissed. Then Dad told him about my idea.
They both said in unison, "Why didn't I think of that!" I had to laugh.
Put something in a vacuum, in a clear case to collect light, and it
can't make anything freeze, no matter how cold that object gets. I
said, "But some things you might actually like to be cold, such as
superconductor components." I got mauled with affection. I didn't
complain, but I did say, "Wow! I should think up more like this right
away!" They laughed.
We worked on more of the design, including component specification. I
said in irritation, "I could do this better, if I didn't have to look
up things in catalogs. Dad, please give me your engineering." He said,
"Are you sure? Do you think you can handle it?" I said "Yes, or I
wouldn't have demanded, er, asked." He had to laugh. He said, "I'll
watch for possible damage." I had a partition ready for it, and he
pushed it at me, and I guided it there. After a few seconds, I said,
"Good. Try this." They looked at me in amazement. I said, "Hey, if I
wanted amazement, I would look in a mirror and wiggle my ears. Let's
get back to WORK!" We did, after they laughed. In a few more days, we
had a device that would do what we wanted, that could be manufactured
with current processes. Dad said to me, "The patent is yours. We'll get
it filed as soon as possible, and start manufacturing, too. Soon, we'll
have VERY efficient solar power stations. The world is going to really
owe you!" I said "That's a lot of sex play." I laughed with them.
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