Solomon's Private File #213
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 25 in this story, in the Spring of 2051.
Solomon's Private File #213 "Royal Pains"
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A Democratic Senator asked to see me. I shifted to his office. I
said, "Been in any museums lately?" He said, "I still laugh at what you
said to us there, and part of that is for how you said it. In some of
your published Earth and offworld actions, you show yourself to be a
great actor. Ever had training in that?" I said, "In some past lives,
yes a little, but not like it is today. My ability in that comes from
two sources. I've lived as many people. Knowing how they are from the
inside, makes it easy to copy them. Another source is my mind
management training. I can create a separate full personality in a
discreet partition, and refer to that as needed. You do some of that
yourself, actually. A lot of politicians do it out of necessity,
showing different faces to different groups, but you're one of the
best."
He said in surprise, "I didn't expect this!" I said, "Er, good."
Chuckles. He said, "Do other people know this about me?" I said, "Smart
people who have followed your career, might. Some of your compatriots
you've manipulated with that, might have discovered it. Almost
everything we do, good or bad, eventually catches up with us. I really
know how that is!" He said, "This could explain why I have no support
in my party for my presidential aspirations." I said, "Could be what
they will tolerate here, they won't there, in a much more
goldfishbowl-like arena, representing them. The world saw Romney shoot
himself in both feet, ankles and knees, with his clumsy attempts at
that. Who would want a repeat?" He said with interest, "Do you know why
he failed at that?" I said, "I do, but you might not like to hear it."
He sighed, and said, "I know about this part of you. Has anybody ever
said no?" I said, "Right. They haven't." He said, "I'm with them.
Please." I said, "The reason Romney failed at that was that he was
basically a very honest well meaning person, and his unconscious mind
in opposition to that tactic, kept tripping him up. He couldn't be what
his fractured party needed, all things to all their people."
He said, "I have to agree with both your conclusions about him, and
me, even if I don't want to. Worse, I'm too old to change now." I said,
"And if you did, people who know you, would have trouble believing it.
All is not bad, though. In forcing yourself to be nice at times, you
have actually become so, more than you think." He looked at me for a
while. He said, "When did you discover this about me?" I said,
"Remember, I sense emotions. When we first met at the museum, I knew."
He said, "Did this cause me not to be appointed to anything in this
administration?" I said, "You were going for State. What we've
discussed so far would actually be an asset in that position, for
somebody of your skill. Ha! I like surprising people." He chuckled. I
said, "The President had choices to make. It wasn't just about you.
He's never told me how he made the choices, and he shouldn't. But I do
suspect something. Consistency might have been a factor." He said, "I
can understand that. I'm not going to be president." I said, "But you
can still contribute and make a positive difference. If you want to.
You have a LOT of ability. Would be a shame to waste it now. Some would
think you are a bad person, but you have become more good than even you
know. Let yourself feel it, and let it lead you to a brighter future."
He had some tears. We hugged with love. I said, "Need me, call me." I
shifted away.
At home, Mom said, "That was beautiful!" Galya said, "I agree! I
didn't expect that at all. You were so gentle with him." I said, "I
should. I have the urge to tell you to stop doing that, but I'm not
I shifted to an office in England. The Inspector put down his phone
and stared at me. I said, "So this is New Scotland Yard. What happened
to the Old Scotland Yard, and why isn't this in an actual Scottish
yard?" He said, "I know, confusing to foreigners." I said, "I've been a
foreigner here before, a few times. Always with a sword, though." He
said, "We would be interested in hearing about those lives." I said,
"I've heard that before. Did you know your mobile is bugged?" He pulled
his phone out of his pocket, and looked at it like it was an actual
disgusting insect. I said, "I've blocked it from hearing us, and yes,
it would even transmit when powered down, which that model never does
completely, while the battery is inside." He said, "How did you know?"
I said, "One of my people noticed the signal when she was in your
office, and you weren't using it. I was asked to investigate. I had to
stop you from making that very important call that could have been
overheard."
He said, "Oh! Thanks. Know who?" I said, "Problem with that. What we
do is outside the law. Want to prosecute, we have to do it right." He
said, "True. How will we do that?" I told him. He said, "They're right
about you. Twisted! I like it. Have to get approval." We went to his
boss with the plan. He laughed and said, "Who will believe that?" I
said, "You know your tabloids better than I." He said, "But will the
family go for it?" I grinned and said, "Already has." They both said,
"Wow!" I said, "Good thing he married a like mind. Well, for this,
anyway." Chuckles. I said, "Here's a fake sonogram and a fake ex-ray.
Use your mobile to talk about it, and take pictures of them. I'll do
the trace and give you that, which you can't officially use, but you
can work backward from the publisher, knowing where to look." He said,
"King know?" I said, "Prince's responsibility. Leave it at that." More
grins and nods. I said, "Any problems for you there, I'll handle it.
We've met before. PM, too." He said, "Good. With that, it's going to be
a blast." Chuckles.
A special tabloid edition hit the newsstands with the headline,
"Royal Spare to Have a Baby with Two Heads! Pictures Prove it!" They
were on the front page in miniature, and in full spreads inside. The
hospital denied it. Prince Harry and wife denied it. Then the official
investigation started. The whole phone tapping ring was discovered, and
arrests were made. Then it was revealed that the information was a
sting for that operation, and that the Prince and Princess were in on
it. The public was a little disappointed it wasn't real, but they
actually approved of the Royal pair being involved in it, and loved the
Prince's big grin in the papers. I got some hugs from the family for
that, to. Which I told the King, when I was "invited" to meet with him.
I said, "Undignified, sure, but made them more popular. Funny how it
turned out, but underneath, it was a very serious problem." He said, "I
agree, but officially, I have to disapprove. Good you weren't public in
it." I said, "Agreed. Not Yard's fault. Prince's job to tell you. I er,
told them that." He tried not to grin. He said, "Boxed us in." I said,
"But a very nice box." He chuckled. I said, "Problems between us?" He
said, "Not at all. If there's a next time, can I at least be informed
of it?" I said, "So you can stop it?" He said, "So I can laugh with
you." I said, "Oh, so you know my people." Chuckles. We hugged with
love.
I said to Mom, "Swedish royal family." I pointed, and she looked and
nodded. She ported there. A Princess was skiing in the North, and was
caught in an avalanche. They wouldn't find her in time. Mom lifted the
snow off of her, and created a warm space in her expanded shield. She
said to the Princess, "You have a severely broken leg, and a strained
back. Will you allow me to heal you?" She said, "Rose! Thank you,
please." Mom did that, and with a God contact. When it was over, the
Princess said, "God has a special love for you!" Mom smiled and said,
"My husband Stephen is part of God now, so we shouldn't be surprised by
that. The spirit doesn't die. Neither does love." They hugged with
love. The Princess said, "How did you know?" Mom said, "Sol told me.
How he knew, I have no idea." Grins. Mom ported them to the aid
station. There were no others who needed rescuing. After more hugs, Mom
ported home. She said to me, "You knew I would have wanted this." I
said, "Yes, and that so would she. Helping people is better, when there
is a good match in the process. Harmony heals more than injuries." We
exchanged love.
It was in the news that a man of the Saudi Royal Family was a
homosexual. He wasn't in the government, but was a CEO and owner of a
big construction firm. I asked to meet with the King. I said, "Want
help with this, you will have it." He said, "Thank you." I said, "I've
received a surprise offer of help. What to hear about it?" He grinned
and said, "You know I have to. Please." I gave him a crystal. His eyes
almost popped out of his royal head. He said, "The Grand Ayatollah
wants to help!" I said, "I didn't ask, or have any contact with him. He
called me, and you see the result. Could be a mutual thing possibility.
I don't know, but what if one of his sons is gay?" He said, "That is
interesting. I would want to help, even without this." I said, "May I
show him this?" He looked at me seriously, and with a tear, "True
Prophet you are. The Mahdi returned. Please show him this, too." I
said, "A little early for revenge." Chuckles. We hugged with love.
I shifted to meet with the Grand Ayatollah in Iran. I gave him the
crystal of the meeting with the Saudi King. He too had a tear. He said,
"He knows as I do. You ARE returned. Even if you deny it, you are doing
all he would do." I said, "You know I have never denied it. I can't.
But I won't confirm it. Suspected, even assumed, doesn't cause as much
harmful denial in others. You see something. I never let embarrassment
interfere with my work, but it is often a useful tool." He said, "Thank
you for exposing that part of you to me. Hmm, that didn't sound as I
had intended." I grinned and said, "I would have liked to have pointed
that out to you." Chuckles.
He said, "Is one of my sons homosexual?" I said, "I told the King I
didn't know. I still don't know." He said, "I know better than to ask
you to determine that. But if I introduce them to you, you will know,
even if you don't tell." I said, "REALLY you shouldn't have believed me
when I said you were smart." He laughed. He said, "I will tell you this
in hope of shocking you. I did not even suspect that any of my sons are
homosexual, or my staff, and I believe you when you say you don't know,
but I now believe that one of my sons is, because you spoke of the
possibility to the King. God has said you know even when you don't
covered his mouth to try to stop from laughing. I said, "That didn't
work for Hawk with my father. Oh, maybe the beard helps." He had to
laugh.
Chuckles. He did. He said, "One asks for your transportation help." I
ported him in. Two others arrived a few minutes later. We hugged, which
their father watched closely. He nodded. He said to his sons, "Tell me,
if one of you were homosexual, would the others still love and support
him as I would?" Two nodded. The other said, "You knew?" He said, "I
didn't, and neither did Solomon. He is here to discuss my offer of
assistance to the King of the Saudis for one of his family who has been
exposed. Before I would do that, I thought to know where my own family
was on that subject. It is well known that hugs with Solomon can
produce a strong feeling of love. Yes, I have felt it. I watched in
curiosity, and saw that one of you had more of a reaction than others.
If it were true, I hoped that my son would feel that it is not
necessary to hide this from us." They all had some tears, and hugged
with each other. I said, "I have been USED! I object. Er, a little.
I said, "It was only speculation. I had NO idea it was true." I gave
one the crystal to pass around. They all looked at me in reverence and
awe. One said to his father, "If you agree, I would go public. I don't
want to, but for others as I am, I think I have that duty." I said,
"Such courage should be well respected. Would all of you like to go
meet the King?" The father told his secretary, and I ported us all
there, after asking. I said, "Please, I should repair the language
issue." The Iranians knew multiple languages, so better Arabic wasn't
an issue. I said, "Complete." I did the introductions. I said, "Your
meeting would be better for you if I weren't here. I won't watch.
Please take this. Push the button when you would like me to port you
back." I shifted out.
Hawk said in contact, "So it happened again." I said, "I still don't
get it, and I don't like it." He said, "Going to be more careful with
what you say?" I said, "I should, but, er, no." Chuckles. He said,
"Want me to watch?" I said, "Just so they know I didn't ask." More
chuckles. They had a good meeting, and planned and wrote a joint
announcement. I wasn't mentioned. The button was pushed, and I shifted
in. I said, "I offer transportation between your families. You know how
to reach me." They wanted hugs, and I gave them. I ported them back to
Iran. I said to the King, "Need extra wows for that." He said,
seriously, "I agree. We did use you, but you were used by God. We
couldn't go against that, but we didn't want to. I like them. I didn't
want to believe I could, but you were correct." I said, "Do you want to
know why I am usually correct?" He said with interest, "Please." I
said, "Because I try." He thought a while, and said, "Like wisdom. We
must first desire to be, and do what is necessary to be so." I said,
"It takes work, and the putting aside of pride, in questioning what we
think we know, but with success, is less suffering." He said, "A lesson
long in the making, but I have learned. Thank you!" We hugged with
love.
Home, Mom said, "More beauty!" I said to Galya, "That's what the good
order of reality looks like to the enlightened." She said "Oh!" I said,
"All we do creates patterns. When they are in harmony, there is greater
beauty, which we can feel." She said, "I think I should talk with Kam
about this." Mom and I said, "Yes." Galya looked at both of us
strangely, and then had some tears. We hugged with love.
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