Solomon's Private File #268
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 Winter of 2053-2054.
Solomon's Private File #268 "On A Clare Day"
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I shifted to a middle school classroom in Texas. I said to the
teacher, "We're in a time bubble. When I leave and end it, the students
won't be aware of it happening." She said, "You're a devil!" I grinned,
and said, "I'm Solomon. But, you're right in a way. The devil is in
everybody. He's falsely personified to create somebody to blame for our
own selfish thoughts and deeds. You know the all powerful God would NOT
allow any such real being to exist. We don't need to be tempted to sin.
We are perfectly capable of doing it all by ourselves. Blaming it on
somebody else, causes us to not fix it. That's bad. Did you know that
when you're in the middle of God's healing in the love broadcast, you
can ask Him questions? Wouldn't hurt if you wanted to try that,
yourself. I did the first time, when I was 12, and He answered me!
Surprised my father and me all to er, heck." She had to smile.
I said, "My sister does those broadcasts most of the time. I've done
some of them, myself. If I were the devil, would God join in it and
heal people? Would my very holy sister still love me? Would the Pope
still love me, and all the other religious leaders who know me MUCH
better than you do? What have I ever done that God wouldn't approve
of?" She said, "Oh!" I said, "I advise you to think within yourself to
figure out why you needed to believe I'm the devil, and more
importantly, why you needed to convince innocent CHILDREN of that lie.
You, a teacher, should know better. One more thing. If I were the
devil, don't you think I would do something bad to you now? Well, I
won't. I can't even want to. I could compel you to not say those things
any more, but I'm not doing that, either. It's all your choice. God's
gift of free will must be respected. But I will know, as I know all on
Earth. Have a nice day." I left. She just stood there for a while,
until one of her students said, "Miss Romulo, is there something
wrong?" She said, "Thank you for asking, but there's nothing wrong. I
was just having some interesting new thoughts. Those are often very
important, mostly because they're new." She said with a smile, "And
that's why we're here, so let's create some more of them." She did
well.
I did some more of those kinds of actions.
A father told his son, "You must not do that." He said, "But I want
to show my honor to God!" Father said, "You don't need to do it that
way. You can pray. He knows your heart. He will know you love him." He
said, "But YOU do it!" Father said, "It's only for grown men." He said,
"I'm almost a man! I want to do it! I will!" Father said, "NO! God has
said that children must NOT do this. Do you wish me to be punished for
what you would do against His will?" He said, "But you do it!" Father
sighed, and said, "Then I will not. We will pray together." That's what
happened in a lot of homes where self injury practicing people lived,
usually after much more discussion. Then some of the men met with each
other, and discussed that. The outcome was in favor of no longer doing
it at all, and advising that for everybody, so children wouldn't want
to copy the men. And they reasoned, after more thinking about it, they
liked the whole thing better that way. Soon, the practice was very much
in disfavor for all.
Grand Ayatollah asked to meet with me. His whole group were there. He
said, "Solomon, did you plan this?" I said all innocent, "Whatever do
you mean?" He grinned and said, "So you did." I said, 'I'm SO exposed!"
Laughter. I said, "I didn't actually plan that the entire practice
would almost stop, but I knew it would, just the same. You knew
children wouldn't stop unless the adults did." He said, "I should have,
I agree, but I didn't. Obvious, now." I said, "Nothing is more obvious,
than after it happens." Grins and nods. I said, "No direct order would
make the men stop. Love is a very powerful motivator. And helping it
increase in using it, is all the more reason to do so." One said, "I
have to agree! My grandsons and their fathers love each other more than
before. Thank you!" He had some tears. We all hugged.
At home, Galya said, "I knew. I think it was an enlightened thing."
Mom nodded. I said, "I agree. The enlightened know love so much, that
would be obvious, before it happened."
A 15 year old girl was walking to a neighbor's house to attend a
sleepover. I said to her, "Hi, I'm Solomon. Nobody but you can see me
here." She said, "Wow!" I said, "I hear that a lot." She giggled. I
said, "Let's sit and talk. No, you won't be late." She looked around
the snow covered yards, and a sofa appeared on one of them. She
grinned. We sat, and it wasn't cold around us. I said, "So, you've been
invited to a sleepover. Do that kind of thing often?" She said, "No.
Not for years. First time in a while." I said, "Why do you think that
is?" She said, "I don't know." I looked askance at her, and she said
with a half smile, "I'm not very popular." I said, "Too smart?" She
said, "Yes, I think." I said, "That's because you actually think, and
at my grin. I said, "So the invitation was a surprise. You don't really
like them, but you accepted. Why?" She said, "I want to have friends. I
want to fit in."
I nodded and said, "Usual reasons. But did you let those feelings get
in the way of you thinking about WHY you were invited?" She thought a
isn't the most fun reason to go to those things." She had to smile,
when she said, "I have to agree." I said, "But you have an excuse not
to go now. A friend asked you out. Er, me. You're out, and I asked to
talk, and I'm your friend, so that makes it true. That makes it alright
to tell them." She said, "That's true!" I said, "You have a lot of
interests. I like that. Well, I have to, because I do, too." Grins. I
said, "My whole family is like that. Would you like to meet them?" She
said, "I would! But I have to ask my parents." Her phone rang. I nodded
to it. She answered it, and said, "Wow! Thank you!" After she hung up,
she said to me, "You did that!" I said, "I asked them, yes. Do you
think I would let you be alone with a strange man, even me, without
your parents' permission?" She said, "I should have known. But you're
monitored." I said, "True, but it isn't always real to people. You know
I wouldn't want your parents to worry." She said, "You think of
everything." I said, "When you have responsibilities, so will you.
Ready to port?" We stood, and then were in our home guest section. Mom
and Galya were dressed.
I helped Clare with her coat, and introduced them, with some hugs. I
said, "Clare plays the piano, and she loves math." Galya said, "She'll
fit right in, here." Mom said to her, "The way you move. Ballet?" Clare
said, "Yes! I almost wanted to do it professionally, but there are too
many other things to learn and do, to make that my career." Galya said,
"Even not being a career, it's still very good for you, in fitness, and
poise. We all have to do it at our school. Yes, even the boys. Makes us
a little more hot than the exercise causes." Chuckles. I said, "Could
make you popular with the boys, your dancing. Well, if they ever get
coordinated." She laughed.
I went to the piano, and played something from Swan Lake. Then a
black swan flew around the room, honking. I said, "Strange how the
music attracts them." Chuckles. I said, "I have to go do some work now.
Have fun." I shifted out. Clare had a very good time. Part of that
involved learning to be a little more attractive, and with some self
confidence advice. She did wonder where the children were. Mom told her
they were doing sleepovers, which was true, but a last minute thing. No
complaints, though. When it was time, I shifted back, and said, "It's
getting late. Your parents don't want to forget what you look like."
She grinned. Then she said, "I forgot to tell Cindy I wouldn't be at
the sleepover!" I said, "Your mother called and told her. Better that
way. Cindy had to be polite. Severe strain, though." She laughed. I
said, "But she still sounded a little poisonous. I think your mother
noticed. Discussion with your mother might be interesting for you. She
was your age once, you know. And she's REALLY not stupid. I didn't tell
her all of it, but I think she suspects the whole thing." She said, "I
don't know how to thank you enough for all this!" I said, "You don't
have to. We do this for US, just as much as we do it for other people.
Well, wouldn't you, if you could?" She said, "Oh!"
I gave something to Mom, and she put it to her head, and then gave it
to Galya, who did that, too. I said to Clare, "Here, for you." It was a
little cross on a chain. I said, "It's a special crystal my father
invented. It has our love in it, and some other things, like books, you
might want to look at later. The love will work for anybody, but the
rest works only for you. If it gets lost, if you wish hard, and hold
out your hand when nobody's looking, it will come back to you. One more
thing. If somebody touches it who dislikes it or you, they're going to
get an unpleasant surprise." Mom said to me, "What did you do!" I said,
"Just a little er, shocking thing. If a nasty person wants to grab it,
they're going to have to rethink that." Clare said, "What if that
person complains to the Principle?" I said, "Then have her touch it. No
reaction. Makes the other one like a liar, even if you didn't say
that." Galya said, "That's BAD. I like it!" We laughed. I said, "Then
you can tell the Principle privately, what we did, and why. I think
she's going to like that, if only personally." She said, "You really DO
think of everything!" I said, "Complaint?" She said, "No." I said,
"Then stop saying that embarrassing thing." She said, "Oh. Sorry." I
grinned, and we hugged. I said, "Ready to port? Here's your coat." I
sent her home.
Galya said, "Is that going to happen?" I said, "Yes. At least one of
that bunch is going to notice it, and try to take it. Clare will find
out when she reads the crystal, the little plaque at the chain clasp
has her and my names on it. Proof who who owns it, and who gave it, if
needed. Also micro-engraving in the edges of the cross, but too small
to see without magnification." Mom said, "She's right." Galya nodded. I
said, "Not you, two, too! Oh, more ballet talk." Chuckles. Galya said,
"May I take the case?" I said, "Please." We hugged and kissed with
love.
At school the next day, between classes, that clique did notice a new
Clare. More poised and self confident. One of the reasons for that was
a little set of instructions and programmed actions in the crystal,
that she could use when somebody grabs her. They met with her in a way
that looked more like a confrontation, than anything else. Cindy took
the lead, and said, "You didn't come to my party. What's the matter,
we're not good enough for you?" She said, "Sorry. A last minute thing.
My mom called you for me, to let you know." Cindy said, sarcastically,
"What last thing was that?" She said, "A friend asked me out. I met his
family. They're great people!" Cindy said, "I don't believe it!" She
said, "Why not? You know it would take a LOT, something VERY special,
for ANYBODY to miss one of your parties." Cindy said, "Because NObody
would want to be caught dead with you." She said, "Oh. But then, why
did you invite me?"
Because she couldn't answer that, Cindy zeroed in on something new,
and said, "What's that you're wearing?" She said, "A dress. Like it?"
Cindy said, "No, you idiot! That thing around your neck!" She said,
"Thing? Oh, you don't know what a cross is? It's a gift from last
night. I like it a lot." Cindy grabbed it and yanked, and then yelled,
"Ouch!" She said, "That fucking thing is dangerous! I'm reporting you
to the Principle!" She stopped off. Some of the clique followed, but
two stayed behind. One said, "You knew?" Clare said, "Figured." She
said, "I like how you handled it." Nods and smiles. She was asked to
leave her class and report to the Principle. By then, the rumors had
spread, and they didn't subside at all, from people seeing her smile on
the way there.
The Principle said to Clare, with Cindy still fuming there, "It's
been reported that you have a dangerous weapon with you." Clare said,
"I have. It's VERY dangerous, and completely unknown to Cindy. It's
called the truth." Principle tried not to laugh. More, when Cindy
exploded in a screaming fit. She grabbed Clare's arm, who twisted it
free easily, causing Cindy to lose her balance and almost fall. She was
VERY surprised, and looked it, staring at Clare with her mouth hanging
open. Clare said to the principle, "Good she's not doing that outside,
or something might want to build a nest in it." Principle had to laugh.
When she could, she said, "Cindy said your pendant gave her a shock."
Clare said, "You can see for yourself if it does that." She leaned over
the desk, and the Principle held it, and nothing happened.
Clare said, "She grabbed it and tried to yank it off my neck. Could
you check back there, see if there's a mark?" She did that, and said,
"There is." She said to Cindy, "What do you have to say for yourself!"
Cindy said, "I didn't do it! She's lying!" Principle said, "But you did
grab it. You told me." Silence. Principle said, "Wait in the outer
office!" She went. Principle said, "I haven't seen you like this
before." She said, "I've had some unusual coaching. Solomon gave this
to me." Principle said, "Oh! I see. Whatever you can tell me." She did.
There were a lot of grins traded. Principle said, "So Leia was
watching. That means a recording. VERY good! Also means at least one of
them will keep watching until this is all settled." Clare said, "How do
you know?" She said, "They make VERY sure of things." Clare went back
to class, smiling all the way.
Principle called Cindy's mother, and said, "Your daughter is being
suspend for one weak for assaulting another student, and lying to me."
Mother said, "She wouldn't to that!" Principle said, "She did it today
in the hallway, and right in front of me in my office, after failing to
do it last night in your home. And it was recorded." She said,
"Invasion of privacy!" Principle said, "I don't know that kind of
school you went to, but in this school, hallways are not private, and I
haven't even looked at our surveillance system yet. We didn't record
it, somebody else did. And we have visible evidence on the victim of
the assault. Please consider this a serious warning. We do NOT tolerate
bullying! One more infraction of this nature, and your daughter will be
expelled, and the police will be notified."
Mother forced herself to calm down, and said, "You said something
about last night?" Principle said, "Your daughter had invited the
victim to a slumber party at your home last night, for the purpose of
humiliating her, and with possible violence. Some of those there, knew
about it." She said, "Oh! This is about Clare! Nice girl! I'm VERY
sorry about this!" Principle said, "The odd thing, is that Cindy came
to me to complain about Clare, or I wouldn't have looked into this.
I've been a principle for a long time, and this is unique!" She had to
chuckle. She said, "I'll come and pick her up." Principle, said, "She
doesn't know about the recording. She might be a little creative with
the facts." More chuckles.
Cindy did NOT have a good time with her mother that night, or the
entire week. Her father was clueless. Clare was popular, but very
respected for not capitalizing on that. When Cindy returned to school,
she discovered the changes in status for the both of them, and then
tried to change it. And failed completely. Her poison was seen for what
it was, and ignored. Clare sat with her at lunch one day, and said, "Hi
Cindy. I'm sorry for your troubles. I know this might sound unusual,
and don't take it the wrong way, but have you tried being nice? It's
actually a lot of fun. REALLY doesn't cause frown lines." A smile broke
out. A new real friendship started.
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