Solomon's Private File #92
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 17 in this story, in the Summer of 2043.
Solomon's Private File #92 "Not ALL Fun And Games"
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Rangnorik is continuing his education, but at our home in Window
Rock. Mostly studying his own world's subjects. And we practice martial
arts. Earth's kind. His people have very little. He said about that,
"Very violent people you are." I said, "Yes. Unstable environment has
bred that into us. But while the martial arts we study began as a
response to violence, they were refined by religious philosophies, to
become much more than just fighting. Now they are considered sports and
forms of art, and even a kind of active meditation. In our group, we
learn them to defend ourselves, true, but their greatest benefit to us
is in physical and mental health and fitness, and skills and discipline
of the mind. Which you need to progress. Attack!" He did.
Later in bed, he said, "When will I be able to port to my dimension?"
I said, "You need some things first. Like er, being better at
practically everything." He poked me. I said, "Your perceptions need to
be finer, or you won't be able to identify your dimension as being
different from others. You would get lost. To have the ability to
actually do it, you need to understand more about time and space, which
only a few of my group have been able to do. You will be able to in
time, but you aren't there yet. All you do in education, and mind and
physical training, is helping you to reach those levels." He said,
"Show me something I can't do." I said, "This block. It's floating in
the air, yet you can't see how I'm doing it. No 4th, and no PK
involved." He said "Wow!" Daren said in private contact, "I can't see
it either!" I said to him, "Shhh." He tried not to laugh.
There was a former stage illusionist called the Amazing Gregory who
was famous for debunking people who claimed to be psychic. He was very
successful with his challenges, mostly because he set them up himself
so that they conflicted with real psychic abilities. He had never
denounced Dad or me, or made any comments about the love and healing
broadcasts. Because of that, his credibility was eroding. Then he asked
to meet with me. I declined. He went public with that. Reporters asked
me to comment on that. I said, "Millions of people ask to meet with me,
usually seeking more importance with that than they can earn
legitimately. I don't have the time to see even a tiny fraction of that
number, so I must prioritize. One of the criteria I use for that, is
can anything useful to anybody come from it, that would be greater than
my usual activities it would take the place of? His request as I
understand it, doesn't meet that, or any of the other criteria I use.
On the other hand, if he actually grew another hand, curiosity alone,
might cause some interest." Chad loved it, and Hawk laughed a lot. Mom
said, "Not like your other announcements. A lot of sly pokes in with
the obvious reasonableness, with an odd bit of humor at the end. I like
it a lot more than he will." We grinned. She was right.
He made a lot of angry noises about me being a fake. People laughed
at him. I was asked to comment. I said, "I am saddened that Amazing
Gregory is being attacked and belittled for voicing his opinion. He's
entitled to it, just like everybody else is. He's also entitled to make
a fool of himself in public, and he's shown to be very effective in
that endeavor. His negative position on the reality of psionics is a
little strange for somebody who possesses some psionic ability himself.
Unfortunately for him, as it is for most people, his abilities won't
work if he is experiencing emotions at the same time, and he is
obviously not one to do without a LOT of emotions. Unpleasant emotions,
actually. I don't know how he enjoys his life, being so negative most
of the time. I hope he allows himself to feel better, soon." It had the
opposite affect. He made a lot of nasty comments. I said, "Gregory
should be very happy that he and I are so different. I take no offense
from his words. Still, there is something he should consider. My sister
is the Dalai Lama. She and I have much the same abilities that Gregory
believes do not exist, such as doing the love and healing broadcasts.
In denying my abilities, he also denies hers, and a lot of Buddhists
would be very annoyed with him. And so would some Alaskans who saw a
wall of water 100 meters high that was prevented from wiping out their
city, just standing there for minutes. He should be aware that he is
also calling all those people liars. One must wonder why he thinks he
needs to do that. His words won't change what they know they have seen
and felt for themselves." That shut him up, completely, disappointing
people who like to laugh at clowns.
The centipede people in the other dimension asked to meet with me. I
ported to them alone. The leader of the group said, after I sat on the
floor with them, "Those others are not easy to work with!" I said with
a smile, "Do we doubt they feel the same about you?" She smiled her
way, and said, "And that's one of the things. Almost no sense of humor.
Little feeling for people. I know you told them that, but they seem to
think that's a requirement for scientists." I said, "It's only a
requirement for selfish people. And they certainly are!" She nodded her
antennas in agreement. She said, "It's strange. You look like them, but
feel more like one of us. But taller." I said, "I agree, but with the
opposite measurement. I don't understand it, even though I've copied
their minds into mine and studied them. In their society, most of the
people are able to directly and accurately sense the emotions of
others, but they actively ignore those impressions. In my dimension,
that ability is relatively rare, and with those who have it, unreliable
except with a very few such as myself. I think it's important that I
learn about it, because that ability WILL increase over time in all
peoples." She said, "I understand. We do not have that ability." I
said, "You will, someday. If you develop naturally. One race didn't,
and they will soon be extinct."
She said with interest, "What did they do?" I said, "They achieved
effective personal immortality. That stopped their evolution, and
actually caused them to regress. Now they are little more than organic
computers, and not very good ones at that. And they have lost the
ability to reproduce. In about a thousand years, they will be gone."
She said, "So we should die as individuals for the good of the race?" I
said, "Yes. As I am now, my body will live indefinitely. I will not
choose to live that long. Four members of my group died recently. They
didn't have to. They could have renewed their bodies, but they knew it
was time for them to go. Two of them are about to be reborn as new
individuals. The other two are still waiting in the spirit realm. Being
accomplished Adepts, they may remember their most recent lives when
they come into their powers as new people. I did." She said, "So
reincarnation is real?" I said, "There is no way to know if it is real
for all, on this side of reality, but it is for some. My father
remembered lives going back 74,000 years. It's amusing, but at one
time, I was his father. And at other times, we fought each other. One
thing we know for certain, death of the body does not mean death of the
spirit." She said, "Some of our religions say that." I said, "Could be
the only thing they've got right." She laughed.
I said, "You asked me here just to complain, didn't you." She looked
embarrassed. I tried not to grin, which she recognized. She said, "And
to see you in person. To see if it were possible." I said, "Scientists.
I DO understand. I'm sorry our physical differences cause you some er,
strains." She said, "I don't mind. We should build some elevated rests
for you and us, for your visits, and, well, no. I don't think we want
the others here." I said, "I agree. They shouldn't see what they might
be able to copy. Irresponsible people shouldn't play with destructive
equipment, and we know they would." She said, "Could you have taken it
all away from them, including their knowledge?" I said, "Yes I could
have, and came very close to doing it. But other people would have
eventually discovered it again. Repressing discoveries doesn't really
help in the long term. Soon my student of their people will be able to
help them directly." She said, "Can he be trusted?" I said, "As I am.
It's part of our training. Some of our abilities require a clear mind
to learn and to use. That means having no negative thoughts. We are
unable to lie, or act unjustly." She said, "Is a sense of humor
required?" I said, "Not directly, but we all have it strongly. We don't
complain about it." She grinned.
I gave the meeting to Rangnorik. He said, "I like them more than my
own people." I said, "None you could like on your world?" He said,
"Some children, yes. Adults, none." I said, "That will have to change."
He stared at me said, "You know how, don't you." I said, "Not fully,
but I do know who." He sighed and said, "Now I know how you feel, when
people value you more than you think they should." We hugged with love.
A man came into my office. I looked at his file. I said, "What have
you done to your hands?" He said, "I was doing refinishing work. Should
have used gloves." I said, "When?" He said, "A month ago." I said, "I'm
a psychologist. I know when I'm being lied to." He said, "Two months."
Silence. He said, "Alright, five months." I said, "And what chemicals?"
He said, "Er, ah, I don't remember." I wrote in his file some things,
and sealed it and gave it back to him. I said, "Please take this back
with you to Personnel. They will finish the process." He looked
relieved and left. I called Personnel and said the applicant's name,
and said, "A criminal. Tried to etch his fingerprints off. Included a
list of crimes and some evidence. You might want to ask security to
hold him for the local police." She said, "Stupid of him to come HERE!"
I said, "Yes. So annoying we don't get the smart criminals here. Would
be so much more interesting." She laughed.
A man came in. He said, "I was sent here for evaluation, but I'm
already in the CIA." He gave me a sealed envelope. I said, "Please be
seated. So you're a spook. How is it I can see you?" He smiled and
said, "We have different kinds of spooks. Some are visible." I said,
"Well, you're sane. That should please your boss. But you don't think
you're entirely sane, yourself. Why?" He said, "You're sharp. I've been
having some strange feelings. Feelings that things will happen, and
they actually do." I said, "Please have a feeling that I'm going to win
the lottery." He laughed, and said, "But I'm serious." I said, "Let's
do some tests." We did the usual questions. Then I pointed an
instrument at him, and copied down the readings. He said, "What's
that?" I said, "What do you think it is?" He was reluctant to say. I
said, "You're not stupid." He said, "A test for psionics?" I said,
"Yes. You have hunches. They are real. You're not going nuts, well, at
least for that." He smiled. I said, "The problem with hunches is in
interpretation. Some are maddeningly imprecise, and some are very
accurate, which you only discover after the fact. Those issues can
cause people to disbelieve you, who don't understand this. The curse of
Cassandra." He nodded understanding. I said, "Why waste a classical
education?" He grinned. I said, "I can confirm your er, condition, but
there isn't much else that can be done about it. You're going to have a
lot of frustration with it the rest of your life. You'll just have to
live with it."
He said, "No help at all?" I said, "Some. Opposites. Emotions can
interfere with the reception and understanding of the hunch. And a
strong emotion can trigger one, especially for a loved one. Meditation
can help you better resolve a strong hunch. Any wake you up from sleep,
write them down right away before the details are lost. Make sure your
boss, and those who work with you, know the limitations of your
certified ability. Want to know how they actually happen?" He said,
"You know? Yes, sir!" I said, "Info from Stephen's school. The soul or
spirit exists in two something like dimensions. This one, and the one
of the spirit, where the earthly part joins the other when we die. In
that realm, depending on which part your other er, part is in at the
time, has oddly variable time. Premonitions, precognition, and hunches,
are in part reflections from that realm through the part of your spirit
that is there, combined with sub awareness applicable information you
might already possess. Some psionic talent usually goes with that
ability, but as in your case, not always. Got it?" He said, "I do!
Thank you very much." I wrote it all down in the file. I gave it back
to him, and said, "Good look. Take care." He said, "Thank you sir, I
will."
Galya ported in. She said, "Something's wrong." I said, "He's going
to die soon. Going to ignore one of his hunches, and it will get him
killed. Nothing I could do about it. I projected it, and saw if I warn
him, other people will die. Civilians." She said, "He's a good man. I
think he would agree with you." I nodded in our hug.
Two weeks later he died in a foreign country. I got a call from CIA.
He said, "He had hunches. True ones. Why didn't they save his life?" I
said, "He did have that hunch, and ignored it, in favor of civilian
lives." He cursed. I said, "Yes. A good man. I hope he reincarnates as
one of my group." He said, "Wow! That good. Thanks. Oh, but how did you
know?" I said, "I have them, too." He said, "I'm sorry! Yes, I
understand the problem with that. People should know, it's not all fun
and games for you." I said, "True. Unless I'm with a politician." He
laughed and said, "More power to you!"
A woman came in. I looked at her file. I said, "You know one of your
credentials is junk?" She said, "So I've been told. The test was
ridiculously easy, but the courts love it." I said, "But if you work
for the FBI, you won't be able to use that. Got a collection of really
black eyes over the myth of fingerprints, and it's NOT at all like in
those pretty looking TV shows." She said, "Yes. I fell for them as a
kid, but I still love the science and making a difference." I said, "At
least you're not a profiler." She laughed and said, "Right. No science
at all." I said, "You sure do know how to get me on your side." She
laughed some more. We did the tests, and she was approved.
A man came in. I took his file. He said, "I don't know why I need to
be here." I said, "Didn't they tell you in Personnel?" He said, "Yes. A
psychological examination." I said, "Right. So you do know. Why did you
say you didn't?" He said, "I don't know why that's needed." I said,
"Oh. And why did you think I should know that?" He was confused. He
said, "I don't know what you mean." I said, "You made a statement. I
know what was in it, but not WHY you made it. Please tell me." He said,
"I don't know." I said, "That's too bad. We can't have special agents
who make statements in important situations, who don't know why they do
it. I'm sure you can understand that." He said, "You're playing with
me." I said, very forcefully, "This is the FBI! This is not playing!
Answer my questions to the best of your ability, or get out of my
office and this building." He said, "I don't have to take this!" I
said, "If you want to work here, you do." He said, "I want to speak to
your department head." I said, "Speaking. Yes, I'm it." He said, "Then
your superior." I said, "That is the Director of the FBI, and YOU are
NOT going to bother him." He said, "Oh!"
I waited. He said, "I don't like psychologists." I said, "I don't
like some of them myself, but still, I don't go out of my way to make
them dislike ME. Why do you need to do that?" He said, "Because of
this!" I said, "Strange. You're here in this building for a job
interview. My office is part if it, and so far I've only asked
questions that would be in a normal job interview, all from your first
statement showing your dislike of being here. We haven't even started
the shrink bit. How in the world do you expect to be hired with all
this hostility you are showing to an integral part of this agency?" He
was dumbfounded. He thought a little, and said, "I screwed up. Stupid
of me." I said with a smile, "I hope you don't expect me to disagree
with you this time." He had to laugh.
He said, "You're not at all like what I expected." I said, "Don't
expect, and you'll see better." He thought, and said, "I don't know
what to say. I was wrong about a lot of things. You could have sent me
right out of here, but you didn't." I said, "I'm a psychologist. I
help. That's what I'm for. What did you think we do, roast and eat
people?" He said, "Er, no." I said, "Right. Don't have the proper
seasoning here." He grinned. I said, "Shall we get started?" He said,
"Yes, sir!" We did the usual tests. I said then, "Now did that hurt?"
He grinned again and said, "Not a bit. Am I approved?" I said, "We
aren't supposed to tell the applicants either way, but I will say that
sometimes the tough nuts we crack are the tastiest. Er, not that we
all here like you?" I said, "No, we come in different varieties. But
not often in the office." He laughed again. I said, "Please take this
back with you to Personnel, before I ruin what little reputation I have
left." He nodded and left, still chuckling. He was approved. I went out
to reception. They were smiling at me. I said in my defense, "He REALLY
didn't like shrinks." A sec said, "Now he's in love with them?" I said
in mock horror, "I hope not!" Chuckles.
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