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Solomon's Private File #103
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 18 in this story, in the Spring of 2044.
Solomon's Private File #103 "Zichesshich Visit"
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I said to Zander, "Are you still in the artist's agent business? You
know, a catalog of your emotions right now, wouldn't be a small book."
I looked at his expressions closely, and he had to laugh. He said, "You
have something to offer?" I said, "Two things. One is something I made
for a situation and then gave as a gift. I've been told it's not bad
looking, and should be shared. The other thing is me. My father gave
himself to your world. I don't want the people to think they've been
forgotten." I got a blast of emotion, and he almost cried. I said, "For
your information, my mother feels much the same as you. I didn't tell
her I was going to do this." He said, "Do you often surprise her like
this?" I said, "In what I choose to do of this nature, yes, but not
intentionally. The intentional part comes from not telling her in
advance, BECAUSE of the reaction. Less embarrassing to me when it
happens by er, remote." He said, "I understand. May I see the object."
I ported a copy of the Conner bowl to his desk. I said, "It wasn't made
for art, but as a prop in a deliberately humorous situation, to aid in
acquiring a rescue student. I then gave it to his state assigned past
foster parent." He said, "But it IS art, and of high quality! Is this
the only thing you are offering?" I said, "I don't intend to compete
with my father. He is more than like a God to me. This was kind of
accidental. There is already one on Earth, so I thought to include it
in my mission here." He said, "Then it should be in the museum." I
said, "At your convenience."
At the appointed time, we ported to an unobserved hallway in the best
museum on Zichesshich. We walked into a meeting room. I paused at the
entrance, and said to Zander, "All those people! It looks like they are
waiting for somebody important. Maybe we should wait until after that
happens." He tried very hard not to laugh. Some in the room did, too,
but were unsuccessful. Zander motioned me forward. He said to the
people, "This is Solomon, son of Stephen and Rose. Embarrassing
situations prompts his unusual humor, which causes him to be instantly
recognized on his planet, even when he tries to hide his identity." I
said to him, "And you have to make that worse?" He said, "Absolutely!"
He laughed. I turned into a gigantic tiger and roared at him. He jumped
back, reflexively. Back to normal, I said to the group, with something
of a grin, "Greetings."
Hissssner, still the Planetary President, was there, and said, "I
recognize that! I have the sculpture of the creature. Your father did
the same illusion with me once. Startling now, too." Zander said, "I
fully agree!" Crintaj, the curator of gems and minerals, "I like it." I
bowed to her, and she grinned. I said, "I'm here, because I'm not some
place else. Hmm, maybe I should try again." Chuckles. I said, "My
father was one of you. He's gone. I'm not. I care for you. I'm here." I
bowed and gave them love. They had a mix of emotions.
After they had recovered enough, I said, "Mr. President, you were
fascinated by my father's box of er, surprises. Would you like to be
the one who takes out my gift?" He grinned and said, "I would!" He did
and looked at it, and passed it around. I said, "It's a single copy of
something I made that's special to me. I have never made anything like
it before, which wasn't intended to be art, and I don't plan to do any
more art in the future." I told them the story of Conner. Then I said,
"That is how I acquired a brother. My father was a brother to all of
you, so I thought you should have this." They were all crying.
Then Crintaj said, "But why no more art?" I said, "To me, my father
was the best. I will not compete with his legacy, and I just don't care
that much about making art. I care about people. My major interests are
what I usually work in, psychological and neurological research and
therapy." Zander said, "You are a leader, too." I said, "Yes,
unfortunately. My group stops interstellar aggression, and corrects
other bad situations in the galaxy." Hissssner said, "But there isn't
any aggression!" I grinned and bowed. He caught on right away, and
grinned back at me. The others took a while. I said, "It's a big
galaxy. I work in all of it, and not just the parts you know of, and
not just with oxygen breathers. But I'm only called to action when my
people need some extra help." Zander said, "And entertainment?" I said,
"I suspect that, even more." Some chuckles.
Hissssner said, "Would you tell of us of some of the things you've
done?" I said, "No." They looked disappointed. I said, "But I can tell
things I said to and about politicians. They laughed hard, including
Zander. Some even fell off their chairs. I let them recover. Hissssner
said, "Now I understand Zander's comment about entertainment." I said,
"And he hasn't heard most of this before. There is more, but species
and society specific. How is your dinner service? Actually, I really
mean theft protection system." He laughed, and said, "Yes, there have
been problems. We have lost more than we had anticipated." I said,
"Like they grew legs and a thirst for freedom?" He laughed and said,
"Exactly!" I said, "I'll give you replacements." He said, "You didn't
"I don't use credit. If there should be some exchanged, ask my agent,
Zander. It would go to fund schools." Zander said, "We don't need any.
The sale of the Van ships has given us an excess, and we've given some
of that to support other schools and the arts. And what your father won
on Posintan?" I said, "Those in my group on my planet all do that, to
gain GC citizenship. Only I have been significantly injured in
competition, so I won't show it to you. It is NOT nice to look at." He
said, "Did you win?" I didn't answer fast enough. Zander said, "He did,
despite a broken leg, arm, and hand."
While they were recovering from their shock and concern, I said to
Zander, "Have you considered that the more you do that, the less likely
I am to give you reasons to continue it?" He stared at me, a little
shocked, himself. I said, "There is more. You felt their negative
feelings about that, that I specifically did NOT want them to feel in
this event, which is for good feelings. It's almost like you assaulted
them." He bowed to me, and said, "I apologize. I was thoughtless. I
realize now something I should have realized long before." I said,
"Forgiven. My mother has had the same problem. You have known me since
I was a helpless baby. It's difficult for you to accept who I really am
now. Yes, I know, you have to explain that." He nodded and said to
them, "By any kind of measurement, Solomon is the most intelligent, the
most powerful, the most wise person in the galaxy, by more than double
the next level down." He said to me, "About right?" I said, "More than
you know, actually. Yes. But can we include being nice in that?" He
grinned and said, "Absolutely!"
Crintaj said to me, "May we see your aura?" I said, "If I hadn't been
blocking your view of it, you would have already seen it. It's so
powerful, even people who don't usually see them, can see it." I
removed the block, and they gasped. Zander said to them, "Auras aren't
supposed to be that big." I said, "Maybe it's something it ate." He
said, "Can they actually do that?" I said, "I've never heard anything
about that, and I know most all that has ever been said about the
subject on my world, and many other worlds. Doesn't matter. Just a
distracting nuisance to those who can see it." I blocked it again. He
said, "Has anybody else ever been able to block the view of that?" I
said, "To my knowledge, nobody who had a universally visible aura,
needed it block it. My father's could be seen shortly before he died,
but he wasn't making public appearances then, so he never tried."
Crintaj said, "Is yours bigger?" I said, "My aura, yes. You're not
going to ask me what else I have that might be bigger, are you?" They
all laughed but her, who was embarrassed. I said, "My father loves my
humor."
Hissssner said, "You speak of him as if he were still alive. I
dies. That which animates it, that is conscious and has memories, the
spirit, never dies. Often it reincarnates into a child with no past
memory, to begin a new life, to learn new things. When a spirit has
progressed and evolved so that it does not need to do that, and in fact
can't, because it has become too large to fit in a new body, it stays
in the sprit dimension after the death of the body, and becomes one of
the managers of that dimension. That spirit, while a separate entity,
also becomes a part of God. Such as what happened to my father. Very
sensitive people who knew him, can detect his presence in the healing
part of the love broadcasts." They had a lot of wows. I said, "He
worked directly for God at times while he was alive, sometimes
receiving elaborate informative instructions, as those in their last
lives often do. Now I do, and he usually does that with me personally,
and includes personal messages in it sometimes. So, yes, we do
communicate with each other. I also do that with some spirits who are
waiting to reincarnate. But not often. They usually aren't interested
in that then." Zander said, "I didn't know that last part!" I said,
"Rod was killed by a bomb. I thought he would be interested in knowing
that, and why. He wasn't." He said, "Wow!" I said, "We hear that a
lot." Some laughter with the awe.
I said to Zander, "Are there any more things I should be doing here
today?" He said, "I don't know of any." Hissssner said, "Would you be
willing to speak to the public?" I said, "And say what? Greetings,
public?" He said, "I understand what you mean. What you've said here
as they deserve it, it would be something less than constructive. Any
useful interstellar action that is needed, we are doing it, not them.
That it is not known, is best." He said, "Reluctantly, I have to
agree." I said, "An axiom; It is often the case that the bigger the
aura, the smaller the ego. I don't need praise or credit for what I do.
Just understanding and acceptance. Now I will give you something my
father wanted to, but never did, because of the differences in our body
temperatures. I have a way around that problem. Zander, you first, so
you can report." We hugged with love. He said, "Wow! Your love is
stronger than you father's, and I didn't feel cold. I don't know how
you did it, but you succeeded." They all came to me one by one, for my
hug with love. Zander helped them to sit. Then we walked out of the
room, and when able, ported to my father's house there.
Mom immediately said in the air, "You blocked me!" I said, "Zander
more than made up for what you would have done. You and Dad were a
team. Even then, he still had some problems with your interruptions
with unessentials. You and I are not that kind of a team. I think a
reduction in those kinds of problems is a good thing. Well, from my
point of view, anyway." She said, "Now that I think of it, well, I see
that. I apologize. You're really all grown up now." I said, "In how you
are thinking, I have been for years. But in another way, never. I think
my expanding aura is demonstrating that." She said, "I think I
understand, but not one thing, which I'm afraid to ask about." I said,
"I'm not able to help you to understand why, but I don't have the
problem of the pull to discorporate that Dad had. There is no pull.
While this is my final life, I will leave it when I should, excepting
accidents." She said, "Yes. You take too many risks." I said, "Too many
risks, is only the last one." She said, "Don't use your wisdom on me!"
We laughed together. Her presence left.
Zander said, "I feel embarrassed in being present in a family
argument." I said, "It wasn't that, exactly. I helped her to understand
a reality she was reluctant to accept. She knows I'm the leader. I, we,
can't escape that. But my effectiveness is made less when what I do is
changed by others, and for no mission purpose. She was being a proud
mother. That's a private thing, not an operational thing. On my world,
I am now considered to be an adult, and expected to act that way. If
she had continued to act the way she has, people would have had less
respect for us both, with her treating me as a child. This is a common
thing within families. It's worse for us, and more significant, because
I'm also her leader, and responsible for what can affect many billions
of lives." He said, "Thank you for your explanation. I didn't expect
it, and I learned something very useful, which I think is why you did
this." I said, "Always a teacher." We hugged with love. We stood, and
he ported away.
Mom said in our hug, "You were right on all counts. More, you were an
adult when your past life memories came to you. You played the child
for ME!" I said, "I have to admit it, yes, and for others my age, so I
didn't appear to be too different. It was the same with Dad." She said,
"You still amaze me with how much you think of other people, that not
even your father would have. I just don't understand it." I said, "We
remember past lives to learn from them. What to do, and what NOT to do.
With my lives, I know a lot about what not to do." She said, "Bad?" I
said, "At times, the worst a complete sociopath can be. And I suffered
at the end of one of those lives, possibly the worst in history. Now
I'm the opposite of a sociopath, but I still suffer for what I did in
the past. I'm not trying to make up for that, which isn't possible, but
it haunts me." She said, "You said your father did time research on
your past lives, and gave it to you. That means he knew those lives." I
said, "More. At times our lives crossed, and sometimes we recognized
that at the time. He did the research just before he left." She said,
"Did he know them in advance of your birth?" I said, "Just like you, I
think he suspected some of it, but wasn't sure which spirit jumped in,
and the whole past of whichever one made it. I'm pretty sure of one
thing, which was confirmed in my love broadcast with Dad. Whatever
caused me to be his and your son, was specifically and actively God's
will, and not Dad's." She said, "Wow!" I said, "That's what Dad and I
said at the time." We hugged and kissed with love.
She said, "I just thought of something. Can your siblings do their
own time research?" I said, "Two of them have tried and succeeded." She
said, "That means they can read any mind in the past, including yours."
I said, "They won't do that. Not to Dad, either. Some things he and I
are not allowed to share. Our minds are blocked in the past." She said,
"Right. Good thinking!" More hugging and kissing. George said in a
shielded contact, "Now I know more of what happened. You actually made
a deal!" I said to him, "Actually, yes. Please don't spread it around.
Oh, and our shielded mind compartments might not be readable to a time
diver who can't make them, and maybe not even then, depending on the
method used to make them." He said, "Well, that's good to know. It all
deserves a wow." I sent him a grin.
I said to Mom, "Galya and I are getting married in the summer. We
want it a private thing, so she doesn't become public. My Rabbi friend,
and the Navajo Holy Man." She said, "They've agreed to keep our records
private. Are Kam and Rangnorik going to marry or have children?" I
said, "I don't know about marriage, but my precog says at least one
child, even though we don't know it's even possible." She said, "Any
info on the child?" I said, "High ability. Something like a Double S
Kid. That's all I've got." She aid, "Multidimensional Master Guardian?"
I said, "I don't know. Whatever, might be interesting." She grinned and
then she alerted, and said, "Is God there, too?" I said, "In all the
dimensions I peeked at, yes. Same God. Some different joined parts,
though." She said, "Peeked? How many?" I said, "Hard to put into our
dimension's terms. To safely travel to them, we need a catalog, because
the porting has to include the unique specifics of the destination
dimension, and there is VERY little difference between many of them
that way. Easy to end up lost." She prompted, "So, how many?" I said,
"Er, about a er, some." She poked me. I said, "But numbers don't mean
much for this. A lot of them are useless." Another poke. I said, "Eek!
A couple hundred thousand! Alright?" She said, "Wow!" I said, "Well,
that's better than a poke." Poke. I said plaintively, "Do I hear my Mom
calling me? Oh, wait, she's right here. Then, do I hear my Dad
calling?" We were contacted! Mom was all wide eyed. I said, "He said
no, but with humor." Hugs and kisses.
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