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Date: Fri, 25 Nov 2016 23:37:14 -0500
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Solomon's Private File #263
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 27 in this story, in the Fall of 2053.
Solomon's Private File #263 "Polish Power"
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Rumors were flying all over the place regarding what I might have
been doing with the religions. Then it was noticed that some religions
were making changes in their positions on some things. They were asked
if I had ordered them to change. They said I didn't. They kept asking.
I released a statement saying, "I have not ordered, commanded,
required, threatened, extorted, blackmailed, or otherwise forced any
religions to change their beliefs in any way, or how they want to guide
their faithful, and well, their unfaithful. To the media. Please stop
harassing them on this matter. You are very unlikely to succeed in
making them tell you lies to appease you, to stop you from abusing
them. And bringing ME into this, is not something I appreciate or
love."
That shocked the media to the core. That caused a lot of more careful
comment. I shifted to meet with the president of CNN, with a big grin
on my face, and he had to chuckle. I said, "So you want to know what
record." I said, "Religious leaders knew what God's been saying about
me, some, directly. But they didn't think about what it meant. In that,
they revealed that they didn't actually fully believe in God, and
couldn't attain His Grace. Well, He got a little impatient with that.
Now they know and believe, and with proof, despite my personal wishes."
He said, "I still don't understand." I said, "You know God's been
saying that to love and obey me, is to love and obey Him. VERY few of
them let themselves understand the full meaning and implications of
that." He thought a while, and said, "I'm getting the picture. But the
proof?" I said, "I was commanded to show the religions an action that I
didn't make public that showed some Muslims attaining God's Grace
through me. And as proof, it also happened in those commanded meetings,
where they have said that my love is the same as God's, when I express
it strongly. In the last big meeting, with the Baptists, they were
commanded by God to tell everybody about it, regarding me." He said,
"Oh my God!" I said, "Eh, we'll share Him." He almost choked.
I said, "I asked them to be VERY careful in this, or they could
really mess things up. So, they'll probably go slowly with it.
Eventually, it will ease into the public's awareness. But there ARE
some noticed changes. The isolation of the Lutherans is busted wide
open." He nodded and said, "That's been noticed." I said, "They've
rationalized it as me being above religions." He said, "You are." I
said with a grin, "That's why it works. After this has been stewing for
a while, I might do a group show about it. In the mean time, I suspect
you and your people will be desperately hoping something else happens
you can convince me to have a show about, to sneak questions in about
reality, the only thing new in this is attaining Grace. All else is
just finally paying attention to what's already been said and done,
which enabled that."
He said, "Could you explain what Grace actually is?" I said, "Some
call it 'Born Again', and probably other labels. In functionality, it's
a kind of mini enlightenment caused by fully giving your love and trust
to another. That's a lot more difficult than most think, because for
this, it's a full and complete confession. A baring of the soul to God.
He already knows it, and all your sins, but people still have a built
in ego defense that won't allow it, or belief that He actually does
know all. You have to give up all privacy, all hate and anger, all
suspicion, pride and ego, and submit your very soul in full trust to
God. It works by doing it to me as his agent, because I have the same
abilities he has, but limited in effective area. He knows all, in all
universes and dimensions. I just do it mostly for the area of Earth.
Even without reading minds, I know all God knows here. So how they
would obtain God's Grace, works through me, too. For some, having a
real person they can love, makes it a little easier. It's still God's
Grace, but with me as the embarrassed assistant." He said, "Like
Jesus." I said, "In the Bible, he said ONLY through him, but that was
against his actual teaching, which was specifically that you didn't
need anybody else to get between you and God. Priests do NOT like to be
disregarded, so no organized religion with a hierarchy would allow that
message to be heard. Well, who wants to be stripped of importance and a
job?" He nodded.
He said, "Something else we've noticed. Much less preachers are
against you in public." I said, "They were mostly Baptists and
independent fundamental churches. I finally reached the Baptists, so
there's less of that now, and with the remaining churches, bashing me
is just not as popular as it has been. Too many obvious good works have
made them look stupid in that. More than usual." Chuckles. I said,
"Muslims are confused, and those who are abusing their religion to
justify bad things, are losing followers, and even some of their own
motivation. Most of the Islamic world now considers them more to be
just criminals, than religious. Results of the school attacks. So, a
lot of fighters don't have much reason to fight in the name of
religion, and are feeling very lost. That's making them use what they
have, to make themselves into real criminal organizations and
mercenaries. Some political leaders, and would be leaders, are going to
be using them for their own ambitions, causing the same problems as
before, but with a lot less false honor. And added sweet guns." Grins.
I said, "My problem in that, is stopping it without showing I favor
one political side over another. As to why all this is happening, well,
it's human nature. Some people need to fight. Take away one reason,
they WILL find others. They CAN be redirected into less violent things,
but that's society based, and where they are, there is no ability to do
that. For me, influencing religions is easy. Politics and societies,
hardly at all. It's up to the religious leaders now to make their
voices heard. And before you ask, here's a crystal of this." He grinned
and said, "Great education! Thanks." I said, "In passing some of that
on, I won't mind if you don't credit me." He was embarrassed. I said,
"Premature quotes and misquotes, are what concern me. No ego, so no
need for credit. Don't expect me to be your speechwriter, though."
Chuckles. We hugged.
I shifted to a basement workshop in Henderson Nevada. I said to the
man there, "Please don't jump out of your clothes in surprise. Low
ceiling here." He didn't know whether to laugh of swear. I said, "Been
a while since you did this. Business been a little slow?" He relaxed a
little, and said, "It was, yes." I said, "A little change in plans
now?" He said, "I see I'm going to have to." I said, "A little more,
actually. You help with past unsolved, and cooperate on this one for
squad, er, give them some lessons?" He grinned, and said, "If I can
stay out of jail, sure." I said, "Alright if I port them here?" He
said, "You've already set this up?" I said, "Sure did, and with the DA,
too. But you have to give it up after this." He said, "I will. Got a
daughter in Reno who's been asking me to visit." I said, "After this,
good idea."
I ported in the bomb people, and they had a very good discussion.
When they weren't stealing glances at me. I ported them back, and then
ported the contract bomb maker to meet with the DA and a lawyer I had
arranged for him. After that was taken care of, I said to the DA, "Deal
better be firm." She said, "I know. No way am I going to get on your
er, bad list." My grin made her laugh. She said, "Big help, actually.
Important cases closed. Well worth it letting him walk." I said, "He's
not walking far. He hasn't much time left, before he's judged. This is
a win win situation. Helps you and victims, helps him a little for his
next life." She nodded. We hugged.
I shifted to the front passenger seat of an SUV on I70 Eastbound,
outside Buffalo New York. The driver looked at me, and was VERY
startled. I held the wheel steady so we wouldn't crash. I said, "Your
gun is legal. What you were going to do with it, isn't." He said, "He
cut me off!" I said, "There are children in that minivan." He said,
"Oh! Thank you!" I said, "You might want to rethink your reactions to
these things. Not good for you, or them. Just to be extra safe today,
the bullets now in your gun won't fire, so you'll need new ones." He
said, "You'll let me keep it?" I said, "Well, you haven't broken the
law with it, yet. Legal action doesn't work against unvoiced intent."
He said, "I realize I'm getting off easy." I said, "You don't want to
do that in the car. A little messy." He had to laugh. I said, "Be
well." I shifted out.
A Pentecostal Minister was crying alone in his church's office. I
shifted in, and hugged him. He stopped crying, and said, "Thank you
Solomon. I didn't expect this." I said, "Just when I think I've
what you mean." Then he almost cried again, and said, "The poison was
too strong. I must have mixed it wrong. My wife is dead! She wasn't
supposed to die!" I said, "Something she ate changed her stomach
chemistry. That's what caused the problem. You keep doing this, it
could happen again. Could be God's warning?" He said, "You don't know?"
I said, "He doesn't tell me everything. But a lot of what happens is
not caused directly by him, you know." He said, "I do. Thank you." I
said, "All of life, and death, too, has lessons for us. We should pay
attention to them, or our souls won't progress and become ever closer
to God." He said, "I know that, but you saying it makes it more real to
me." I said, "I know, and that's why I do it. Boss's assistant on the
job."
He said, "I heard to love you is to Love God." I said, "That's what
He's said. He loves to embarrass me. For some people it's easier to
love through a real person to God, than directly to an invisible
Spirit. Another one of my jobs, to help with that." He said, "Can I?" I
said, "Sure! I'll help." I wrapped him in my high intensity love, and
he cried out for more love, giving himself up to it, and to God. When
it ended, he was actually glowing. I said, "Wow! Yes, I can say that,
too." He laughed with joy. I said, "You have attained Grace, and
something else. Your psionic ability has become unblocked. You're at
about half level now. Here's a crystal that can help you to understand
something about it. It also has an optional set of commands to help
prevent accidental and unjust use of your abilities. All my people have
them." He nodded, and read the crystal, and accepted the restrictions.
He said, "Wow! A real science!" I said, "I knew that!" Chuckles.
I said, "One more thing. Your wife is telling me she still loves you,
and for you to tell that to your daughters, too. Her next life is going
to be a good one. Yes, you can tell them I said that." He said, "Wow!"
Another hug, and I left.
I shifted to a kitchen in Warsaw Poland. The man there looked up and
almost fainted. I sat in a chair next to the table. I said in Polish,
"Interesting things you have there." He said, "You are Solomon!" I said
with a smile, "Thank you for telling me who I am. Nice to know I've
been correct all these years." He tried not to smile, when he said,
"Now I know it's really you." I said, "But are you being really you?"
He said, "I know what you mean. I am not me now." I said, "If you're
not careful with what you're making, you won't be anything at all in
this life." He said, "I believe you are correct. It does not bother
me." I said, "It bothers ME, that you are in such pain that you would
do this." He said, "I am sorry. I don't want to cause you pain, but I
must do this. They killed my daughter!"
I said, "They didn't make her take the drugs, and after she started,
she couldn't stop and didn't want to, even after healings." He said,
"Do you know why she did that?" I said, "I do, and so do you." He said,
"But I don't know!" I said, "She had bad feelings and memories she
needed to escape from. The drugs helped her to do that. A slow death,
and she knew it. The broadcast healing doesn't heal feelings and
memories. That would violate a person's being." He said, "They sold the
drugs to her!" I said, "And she worked as a prostitute to pay for them,
causing even more bad feelings and memories. She knew full well what
she was doing and why. All that was her free choice. You need to blame
somebody, so you use the dealers, but they are not to blame for what
happened to your daughter. Killing them, and others, with that bomb,
won't change any of that. It won't make you feel better. It won't
remove your own guilt." He cried. I hugged him with love.
He said, "I am an evil man!" I said, "In some ways, yes. You were
weak and selfish. We all have temptations. You didn't resist them very
well. You fooled yourself into believing you were strong, and you acted
that way, but inside, you knew it was not true, and that made you
angry. You needed to express it and show power and control. Your
daughter couldn't fight back, so you used her for that." He cried some
more. I said, "Even with all that you did to her, she never stopped
loving you. But she also hated you. It was that conflict of emotions,
and the memories, that caused her to do what she did. She's gone now,
but you still have to hurt people to make you believe you have power.
To do that in the name of your daughter will hurt HER, even more. Do
you want to know how I know all this?" He looked up, and said, "I do."
I said, "She told me. Still doing that, actually. Yes, she's dead,
but she won't let herself be judged until this is resolved. She wants
me to help you, and so here I am, sitting at a kitchen table with a man
who wants to blow up drug dealers, instead of using his talent to
create great food. Which, by the look of you, you have NOT stopped
eating." He had to smile a little at that. I said, "You abused false
power, believing you had real power, when you didn't. Now you DO have
real power! You have the power to help your daughter's soul to heal, so
she can have a better next life. Awesome, power. Power greater than
mine, in this. Power only YOU can use."
He stared at me for a long minute, then he said, "Wow!" I said, "I do
hear that a lot." He suppressed a chuckle. He said, "What must I do?" I
said, "You have already started, by admitting you did evil things. The
next step is to do no more evil, and absolutely not in her name." He
nodded. I said, "You will suffer for what you have done, in this life
or the next. She loves you, and does NOT like that. You can reduce some
of that suffering, by using more of your real power for good, not bad.
Interested?" He said, "My curiosity speaks to me loudly for this." I
said, "There is a place here in the city that serves the worst of the
poor with food and lodging. Drug abusers. They need somebody of your
talent to help them in the food service."
He looked very interested in that. I said, "You are rich. You don't
need to work for money. But you need to work for YOU, and your
daughter. You have the very real power to help a lot of people. And
yourself, too. Will you use this power?" He thought it over, and said,
"Please remove all this." All the bomb parts were gone. He said, "I
WILL do this! Should I go there now?" I said, "If you want to. They're
expecting you." He laughed well. We stood and hugged. I said, "Already,
she is feeling better. Would you like me to help you feel her love?" He
said, "Please!" I did that, and he cried. More hugging. Then he said,
"I will go there now. I don't know how to thank you for this." I said,
"Love and help others. That's all I ask of anybody in thanks. I'm
leaving now, but only as you see me. I will know all. Show me something
I can love." He nodded, and I faded away.
George said, "Wow! A full solution!" Daren said, "And with a theme to
tie it together. Power." I said, "When you create a solution that is
held together by a theme, it's more accepted in all its parts. Planing
ahead, helps a lot." George said, "Great lesson! Great teacher! With
Grace!" I said, "Oh, that was a low blow." He said, "Come over here,
and I'll show you a REAL low blow!" I did, and he did, while Daren and
Galya were laughing in my mind.
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