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Date: Wed, 17 Jun 2015 18:31:50 -0400
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Solomon's Private File #47
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 15 in this story, in the Spring of 2041.
Solomon's Private File #47 "Colombian Prisoner"
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I asked for a meeting with Cardinal Paolo. I ported to one of his
offices in a big church in DC. After polite greetings, I said, "Why is
it that churches in this country often have the worst art, except in
the windows?" He smiled and said, "I don't know. Maybe they couldn't
afford better?" I said, "I hope so. Wasted money." He said, "So you
became a Jew. Our loss." I grinned and said, "Right! Absolutely! I gave
them equal chances, to be fair. Baptist was more fun, but I didn't
agree with them about the devil. Your group was too pushy about
domination and subservience. And no fun at all. I didn't like kneeling,
and really didn't like the whole idea of that snack." He chuckled. I
said, "At the Jewish services, I was welcomed very warmly, and treated
with respect, a little kid who nobody knew anything about. The service
was boring the first time, but very nice and meaningful with the Cantor
the second time. And they encouraged good discussions, and really
valued education and debate. I felt at home, and they felt I was one of
them, and were a little surprised by that, but very pleased. My choice
was obvious. And not just because I really like Kosher pickles." He
laughed.
I said, "I didn't remember past lives then, so that didn't influence
the choice." He said, "If the Catholic service had been nicer, would
that have changed your decision?" I said, "You mean, if it had become a
Jewish service?" He laughed really well. He said, "I see what you mean.
I also see I shouldn't underestimate your intelligence." I said,
"Probably." He said, "Your humor and wisdom mix has become something of
a trademark with you. I think, even unique. How?" I said, "I don't
really know. I've always done it. Well, after I started speaking.
Probably reinforced by other people's reactions. You know Uncle Hawk.
STRONG reactions." He chuckled, and said, "Yes. Are there more such
statements that haven't made it to the public?" I said, "Oh yes! Loads.
Embarrassing, too. It's so bad, I don't have to tell people who I am
anymore. They know as soon as one of them escapes my unguarded mouth."
He laughed really hard.
I said, "I see you really want to know them. Has to be in context.
I'll give you a private to you crystal. Later. I don't need to sit and
watch your reactions." He chuckled. I said, "So, how has your group
been er, going, now that Stephen's been gone for a few years? He said,
"Confused and indecisive. My associates have come to realize that the
known, him, is much to be preferred over the unknown, you and your
mother." I said with a big grin, "And that's the way we like it." He
laughed. He said, "Did he do more time research than he told us about?"
I nodded my gigantic grin. I said, "He even did that to my past lives
wasn't. Not Jesus. The Biblical Solomon, yes. No Apostles. I had no
lives in that area at the time Jesus was active." He said, "Did you
really let foreign priests set up Temples in Jerusalem?" I said,
"That's complicated. I was a popular ruler, and not just in my own
country. And I had an all consuming hobby, which was known. So, I had a
lot of visiting dignitaries. I provided housing for them. They brought
people with them who could help me with my hobby. Those people were
usually Priests. Well, those were what passed as scientists in those
days. And Priests do worship wherever they are. That was noticed and
apposed. Every ruler has enemies. They played that up big." He said,
"And the hobby?" I said, "It was the study of what we now call
psionics, which was mainly limited to the Priesthoods." He said, "I
see. Thank you. The baby?" I said with a grin, "Won by a split
decision!" He chuckled, and said, "Well said." I said, "Thanks. Really
happened. Similar things, too. My rep was well deserved, mostly by
contrast." He said, "I understand. Usually unwise rulers." I said,
"Absolutely!"
I said, "How's the Pope daddy been?" He chuckled and said, "He's
wanting to retire, but that's not usually what happens to Popes." I
said very seriously, "He'll live longer if he doesn't retire. I see the
question. Purpose drives life. Let a car idle too long, it'll break
down. Right. Idolatry kills." He looked at me strangely, with a
flickering half smile. I said, "Oh. Another victim." He nodded. I said,
"And the next Pope might not want that position. Like sitting on the
edges of swords. One wrong move, and there are going to be a lot of
cutting remarks." He had a very strong mixed reaction to that one. I
said, "Interesting. A new sport; facial gymnastics." He laughed hard.
I said, "So, what will YOU do when the time comes?" He said, "I don't
know." I said, "If true, bad answer. Decide before the action, and you
control the outcome. Don't, and others control YOU. Help; Are you
really doing all you can do for your people, now?" He said, "I see what
you mean." I said, "I KNOW, more than I want to. I am the leader of my
group, and have been since my father died. Not because I'm his son, but
because I'm the best qualified for the position, in all that my group
measures. But being a leader isn't me. By temperament and major
interest, I'm a research psychologist. But there is responsibility. I
can't escape it. So when it's needed, I lead, and decisively. Some
realize it's out of character for me, and respect me for the effort,
but it doesn't really help. I don't like who I have to be to do that."
He said, "I see you DO know." I said, "And I know you will do what you
know you should do. We both know. We both do. We're caught by
circumstance, and by people who made us who we are." He looked at me
with respect and love, and said, "Yes." We hugged with love.
I said, "Here's the crystal. Works for you and the Pope. Private.
Under seal of professional consultation. There are counseling sessions
in it. Privileged communication." He said, "Accepted, and thanks." I
said, "You're welcome. We'll be seeing each other again." He nodded. I
said, "May OUR God be with you, always." We hugged again, and I ported
out.
Mom said, "So he's going to be Pope." I said, "Probably. He's made
himself the best choice. He didn't really want to be, but after he
started on that effort, it became too engaging to quit. Yes. He was
doing it more for the fun of it, than for a desire for the ultimate
goal. He caught himself in his own web. I'm sure Dad knew that would
happen." She said, "Wow! Research psychologist for real!" I said, "But
not only." She said, "But you know, idolatry kills." I said, "Oh Mom,
how could you!" We laughed and hugged with love.
The Director of the FBI called me to a conference. His assistant was
there, and a woman from State. And two from the CIA. The Director said
to me, "We have a situation." My half smile, caused him to return it.
He said, "I know. Obvious here." He looked at one of the spooks, who
said, "We have a prisoner. Handcuffs fall off of him. Video cameras
sometimes fail to work in his presence. We have to keep real live eyes
on him, and on his watchers, or we'll lose him. Some close calls." I
said, "I wonder why he wants you to know all that." They all sat up
straighter at that. Then they thought hard. The other spook said, "I
see. With those skills, he could have concealed what he was doing from
us." The other said, "And he could have successfully escaped." State
had a flash of insight. I nodded to her. She said to me, "He wants
YOU!"
The Director said, "It's obvious, after we have it pointed out." I
said, "Where is he?" I was told. I took a peak. What I expected. Half
open psionics, with very strong PK and projection. I said, "What's his
crime?" CIA obviously didn't want to say. Silence in the room. I said,
"I can't read his mind if I don't have proper ethical justification."
Still more silence. The Director was trying not to look as keenly
interested in what was going to happen, as he was. It was noticed. CIA
was sweating. State was feeling superior. I said to CIA, "Reciprocality
applies." The Director nodded, and said to them, "That means he won't
let you go, unless you tell him what crime you've locked him up for, or
tell him there was no crime and you let him go. No, I didn't know he
would do this. Not even discussed anything like it before, but I know
him. He has to be fair. You should have known that. I suspect he'll
include reciprocal suffering, too." I nodded. I said, "Hmm, lack of
want him to teach us to do what he does." More silence. The other CIA
said, "Alright. No crime. But this isn't unusual in Columbia." I said,
"Severely insufficient justification. And he can't teach you. Two
reasons. He doesn't know how it works, and you just don't have the
ability. When will you people ever learn, you have to be born with
these abilities? You do this again, and there are going to be REAL
problems for YOU. Got it?" They both looked sick, and nodded. I said,
"But he DOES want to work for you." They looked surprised. I said,
"Right under your noses. He's still there. The reason should be
obvious. Pretty soon, he's going to give up on you, and just leave.
Well, who wants to work for idiots?"
They got the message. I said, "One more thing. I'm working on
something in this area. Yes, some ways to teach some things like this
to some of your people. TRY to be deserving of it?" They looked really
embarrassed. They asked to leave to make some calls. I said to State,
"He could make problems for you with his people." She said, "Now we
know, we can handle it. Maybe not as er, well as you handled them." The
Director said, "Bruises, maybe." I said, "I wouldn't be too
disappointed in that. But would they have the brains to feel it?"
Grins. I said, "I'm going to talk with the prisoner. I'll let you hear
the translation. They won't hear it in the prison." I said in his ear
in Spanish, "Your jailers can't hear this. If you speak under your
breath, I will hear it, and they won't. Why do you want to work for
those idiots?" He struggled not to laugh. He said, "It's a job. Pays
well. Nicer than stealing." I said, "Only a little nicer. You know
they'll never trust you." He said, "True. You know I'll never trust
THEM." I said, "Good. Just be careful. Don't betray them. They can be
horribly vicious to real enemies." He said, "I understand. We see that
here. Will you tell me how you know about me?"
I said "They were too stupid to understand why you are there, and not
someplace else. But still very confused by what you were showing them.
They asked, and those asked, asked some more, and then I was asked.
They are now VERY sorry they asked me about you. I told them they would
be as they treated you, until they released you." He tried very hard
not to laugh. He said, "You are Solomon." I said, "You were thinking I
didn't know who I am?" More suppressed laughter. I said, "They want you
to teach them how you do those strange things. I told them you can't.
They have to be born with the ability. But the ability you have, can be
made better with some training. Some day you and I might get together
to explore that. If so, make them really pay for your transportation."
He said, "Thank you. You knew it was what I hoped." I said, "Another
obvious thing they were too stupid to notice." More suppressed
laughter. I said, "Some advice. They want to use you. Tell them you
always need to know WHY you are to do the tasks they want you to do.
You will know when they lie. Please be careful not to harm anybody
directly. It could reduce the abilities they want you to use. And you
can tell them that, too." He said, "I will. Thank you very much for
your help and advice. Some people are coming." I said, "Yes. Some calls
were made. I'll leave you so you can focus your attention on how er,
unusual they are feeling." More suppressed laughter. I left.
I said to the Director and State, "All done. He's getting released,
and apologies." The director said, "You sure didn't dissemble!" I said,
"Is that so unusual for me?" State said laughing, "Not to Congress!" I
nodded. She said, "And like your father was to us, with his Tibet
mission." I said, "Were you the one at the gallery events?" She said,
"I was. Was almost fired after the first time." We grinned at each
other. She saw the Director wanted to know. She said, "State wanted to
see him about a complaint from China. I tried to get him to leave the
event for that. Hawk must have called the Secretary, because I got a
very strong call right after it, and left alone in a hurry."
The Director said, "A project to teach us?" I said, "Yes. I've been
working on a way to teach some useful skills to people with less than
full psionics, like our Columbian friend. Very successful with my own
genius high potential students before they became fully psionic. Got
some almost normal students practicing. Might take quite a while to see
useful results, but we ARE trying. What our friend did, was what I'm
aiming for, and a little more. I think you might not be too undesiring
of that for some of your people." He said, "Right. Interesting times
ahead, I hope. Tell me, do all your people know what you do all the
time?" I sighed, and said, "I'm like their favorite TV station!" They
blushed, and said, "You know. Er, sex." I said, "They don't watch that.
Too busy doing it. On the job, which is mostly everything but that,
they watch to learn. Ha! I'll leave you to digest that. Have fun." I
stood and ported, so they could be really embarrassed with each other,
without me grinning my face in half at them. Hawk was laughing,
naturally.
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