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Subject: +*+*+*+ Solomon's Private File #94 "Parents Afraid of Witch One" +*+*+*+
Date: Mon, 05 Oct 2015 18:04:55 -0400
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Solomon's Private File #94
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 Fall of 2043.
Solomon's Private File #94 "Parents Afraid of Witch One"
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We had another problem with the new batch of S Kids. Parents wouldn't
let her come to the school. I met with them. I said, "Why won't you let
your daughter come to our school?" The father said, "We don't believe
in witchcraft." I said, "No problem. We don't have any witches." He
said, "But you practice witchcraft!" I said, "We practice a lot of
things. It's part of learning, but in our school, we don't promote any
religion." He said, "I don't understand." I said, "Wicca is a religion,
a modern name for the basic religion that existed in Europe before
Christianity arose and crusaded against all other religions. One of the
weapons they used in that fight was semantic propaganda. Christians
prayed for miracles. Wiccans cast spells. Same thing in effect, but
different emotional connotations. Same lack of success. Wiccans used
medicines to help the sick. The early Christians were against that,
believing that if God made you sick, you were supposed to be sick, and
called the medicines poisons. Wiccans actually helped their people.
Christians couldn't stand that some people could help others better
than they could, and so they burned them alive. Ever since then,
Christians have been using that tactic to brand anybody who was
different, a witch. NOT something Jesus would approve of. The current
Pope, and the previous one, and the one before him, all know and knew
we are good people. Why do you need to think otherwise?"
That confused them. He said, "But you do things that are witchcraft!"
I said, "As far as I know, no person in the religion of Wicca, who are
called witches and who practice witchcraft, which is just another name
for things most religions do in their worship, is able to do the
unusual things we do, that your daughter can already do some of. I see
you have a TV here. Isn't that witchcraft?" He said, "That's science!"
I said, "Labels are easy to apply, but can you prove it? The signals
come over the air by radio waves to your cable company, and then as
different signals to your TV. Have you ever seen those signals? Has
ANYBODY ever seen a radio wave?" They looked thoughtful. I said, "Any
technology people aren't used to, and don't understand, is witchcraft
to them. All we do is part of science and technology. So much so, all
our students must have doctorates in math and physics to understand and
use some of it. Yes, we know exactly how it all works." He said, "Then
why can't I understand it?" I said, "It's WAY more complicated than
understanding what you already don't know. It takes a genius. Such as
your daughter."
He said, "We still won't send her to your school." I said, "Then I
suggest you invest in some good life insurance." They were shocked. He
said, "Are you threatening us?" I said, "No, but your daughter might do
more than that to you, when she finds out what you deliberately made
her into." More confusion. He said, "What do you mean? Our daughter
loves us!" I said, "Most of the advanced things we do, like
teleporting, requires very intense mind training, beginning in
childhood. She won't have that ability under control without it. And
her other emerging abilities, which I know you've noticed. If she
doesn't learn to control them, they will go wild and probably hurt
people. That will change who she is, psychologically, in rationalizing
it. In your world view, she will become evil. What we call, who are of
the Light, of the Dark. When she finds out that you deliberately made
her into a mental and psionic cripple, compared to who she could have
been, well, if we find out about it, we'll try to protect you."
They were shocked again. He said, "Mental cripple?" I said, "She has
astounding intelligence. But it's untrained. With my training, which
started when I was ten, I can think a thousand times better than she
can, or ever will be able to, without our training. Sooner or later,
probably when she is 18, she will discover all this. Then you won't be
able to hide from her vengeance. We will try to stop her, but that will
mean the destruction of all her unusual abilities. If she lives, she
will probably end up in prison or a mental hospital. And when she finds
out you deliberately had her through a sperm donation, because of the
very abilities you are not allowing her to learn to control, she will
think of you as deliberately cruel and and heartless people. And SO
WILL I."
More shocks. He said, "You feel strongly about this. You won't take
her against our wills?" I said, "We don't DO that. In fact, we insist
that our students be good children to their parents. Those who have
them. You have legal authority over your child. While we think you in
particular, shouldn't, that's the law. I think we could make a good
case for child abuse, but we won't. It would make her a public figure,
and that would be very harmful to her." He said, "Why?" I said, "If you
aren't able to understand that, there isn't much I can do to clarify it
for you. She could be one of the most powerful and wisest people in the
galaxy. People would never leave her alone, always demanding things
from her, and all for the wrong reasons. And denouncing her. And then
there are the crazies, who want to achieve notoriety by trying to kill
her, and even you, if they couldn't get to her. I get all that, and
much more. That's why I use disguises, so I can be just a regular
person sometimes, for my own mental health." He said, "It sounds like a
bad life." I said, "All lives have good and bad in them. We like who we
are. We do only good things."
He said, "You could force us." I said, "I have the ability to make
you do and think anything I want you to, and even make you like it. But
I can't. It isn't right. We just don't do that. Not even to murderers.
We will not ever take away a person's God given free will. We can't.
It's not who we are, and that's part of our training, and one more
thing. When we become able to do a world love broadcast, we join with
whoever is doing it at the time, usually my sister, so we can be
introduced directly to God, so we too can have Him join us for the
healing when we need to do it ourselves. From that moment on, we are
tools of God, and can't go against His will, even if we wanted to. And
for me, I get things I have to do, such as that big alien thing, giving
love to 37 worlds, so God could heal some deliberate brain damage that
had made them slaves. Took me a while to figure out how to arrange
that, and I got the message with humor when I did it, 'What took you so
long?'" He said, "Wow!" I said, "If I hadn't been in the middle of a
broadcast, I would have yelled that, too." They chuckled
He said, "Why is there a requirement that she live at the school?" I
said, "Because I live there. Only the best live in my dorm there, where
I've lived since I as ten during the school term. Our kind of geniuses
are learning all the time. We don't like to waste a second of it.
Pardon my immodesty, but I'm the best of my people in all of what we
do, and of who we are. They all feel the best of the students should be
able to learn directly from me as much as they can. It isn't all
training. It's also about being a better person." He said, "So you
teach by example." I said, "We ALL do. Be mindful of what example YOU
teach with." They had some conflicting emotions while they were
thinking that over. I said, "I've said all I'm going to say about this
now. I'll leave you to do some thinking, if you want to." I stood and
ported out before they could say anything.
Ivanna said, "Will they?" George said, "They will." I nodded. I said,
"Even then, they've filled her head with nonsense, and combined with
starting late, it's going to take some work to help her catch up the
first few weeks. And when she goes home, they're going to want to see
demonstrations of what they think is witchcraft, which actually used to
be." She said, "We don't allow it." I said, "Probably shouldn't call it
the Hogwarts rule." Grins.
She did come to school, and I was right about the difficulties. When
she found out about them, we had to have a talk. I said, "They were
doing what they thought was best for you. But obviously they weren't
good thinkers. That's not really their fault. Blaming them doesn't help
them, or YOU. Not that I don't blame you for wanting to. But to do your
best here, you have to let those feelings go. They are interfering with
your studies." She said, "I know. I can feel it. I'll do my best." We
hugged with love. She did do her best.
At the Bureau, the man who had challenged me, came into my office for
a talk. He said, "You cheated." I tried to look innocent, and he
laughed. He said, "I picked the best man here to challenge." I said,
"Yes, YOU did." He said, "You being a psychologist, I thought you
wouldn't have had time to train like I have. I didn't know who you
really were then. No special er, stuff?" I said, "If you have to ask,
then you don't know who you think I really am." He said, "Confirmed
both ways, you are, and you didn't." I said, "I didn't say that. And
you shouldn't, either." He said, "Right. Sorry. The new female
instructor knows?" I said, "She knows I'm better, but I don't know what
else she might know." He said, "Are you the best in the world?" I said,
"Until I was involved with a case action here, I was good enough to
survive in a fight, but not a serious student of the art. Then I saw I
needed to get serious. So I did. Stephen was the best who ever lived. A
loving son, if I were such, wouldn't want to take that away from him."
He said, "I can respect that."
I said, "Have you discovered yet that your skills are more than are
actually needed at the Bureau?" He grinned and said, "Yes. Not
disappointed though. Your known statements tell me you understand it's
the whole person who is improved, and that it doesn't go to waste." I
said, "You lead with who you are, more in some ways than with what you
do." He said, "None show that more than you do." I said, "Except when I
get my arm stuck in a heavy bag." He laughed, and said, "It's still
down there, against a wall. That shot, not looking at the target; how
did you do it?" I said, "Very carefully. You could learn it." He said,
"Wow! Can I?" I said "Sure. Let's go." We went to reception. I asked,
"Any special appointments for me this afternoon?" She said, "No, you're
all clear. Another challenge?" I said, "No, not this time." She
grinned.
We went to the basement firing range, and checked out some pistols.
We went to a station. I said, "First, take out all the rounds. Now hold
one, and get to know it. Try to feel love for it as an individual. Now
put it in the clip, and chamber it. Now feel the weapon like you did
the round. Do you feel a connection?" He said, "I think I might." I
said, "Close your eyes." I moved the gun on the shelf. I said, "Empty
your mind, and then feel the gun in your awareness. Without opening
your eyes, and without hesitation, when I say go, pick up the gun." He
did, perfectly. I said, "And now get to know this target the same way."
He did, and then he hooked it up and sent it downrange. I said, "Now
look at the target, and get to know where it is, in relation to
everything. Don't try, just let yourself soak it all in. Something like
the no-mind state." He did. I said, "Between the eyes, center your mind
on that, as the only thing that exists for a target. Add the feeling of
the weapon to it. Now close your eyes. When I say go, raise your weapon
and shoot at that spot. Don't think, just BE the action. Go!" He fired,
and it was a perfect shot. He opened his eyes, and said, "Wow!" So did
a lot of others who were watching. I said, "Now you know the
principles, you can practice on your own. And it will take a LOT of
practice before it will work on a live person. Their Ki will interfere
with this method. And it only works with some weapons. Even of the same
production run, some just won't give you the right feeling you can work
with. If you're lucky, one day, one will bond with you, and then you
would have to work to miss with it."
One of the watchers said, "So this is a martial arts thing?" I said,
"Right. Works best with weapons you make yourselves of organic
materials, and non living targets. Native Americans used to sleep with
their weapons, and definitely not for comfort. Helps with bonding.
Didn't hurt that they believed that all things had their own spirits."
One said, "Do they?" I said, "That depends on the reality of the
individual. Think about that, some. I should be getting back to my
office." They were disappointed, but we left. He was saying wow almost
continuously under his breath. I said, "I can hear that." He was
embarrassed. He said, "Can anybody learn this?" I said, "No.
Individuals will vary in potential and past helpful training." We
parted ways, and I went back to my office. But the grapevine had sent
ahead what happened. The secs stared at me again. I said, "We should
have shot a pickle." They laughed.
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