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Solomon's Private File #360
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 31 in this story, in the Winter of 2057-2058.
Solomon's Private File #360 "Houses Of God"
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Pope asked to see me. I shifted in, grinning. He had to laugh. He
said, "You givith and takith away, and givith and, well, you know what
I mean. Your last show was full of that for us. We're still trying to
analyze it, and create a response we probably won't make public." I
said, "I was going to say that." Chuckles. I said, "You know I had to
tell the truth." He said, "But the Special Avatar is new." I said,
"Nope! Dad said he was one, and it's been known a lot in Hinduism and
in Buddhism. As my Mom pointed out to me, I didn't say anything exactly
new then, regarding religions." He said, "But being an adulteress?" I
said, "Just an obvious label for what's in the Bible. I sure didn't
write that part!" He smiled, and said, "That I knew. What did you
write?" I said, "As Elijah, I kept a kind of a diary. My student used
it as a source to write about me, after he killed me, who was my father
in this life. Eh, it's complicated." He chuckled, and said, "So I
understand. Nothing else?" I said, "Not a bit. Not even when I was in
your Church. And what I wrote as the first with my name, was
deliberately destroyed."
He said, "Are you going to publish that?" I said, "Nope. Nothing of
that life. Too much is already out there, written by my enemies. I
don't need to look like a whiner. Also, there's too much psionics in
it. I don't want to motivate people to experiment with that. Too
dangerous." He said, "I think I understand." I said, "But you're
disappointed. Live with it." Chuckles. He said, "How are Muslims taking
this?" I said, "All over the map. Some loved that I dissed Jesus, and
some dislike that I praised him, and some remember he's in the Koran as
a Prophet. Most don't have a clue how to react about Muhammed being a
Pope." He said, "You like that." I said, "Absolutely! More, when I
someday tell them she's a girl now. Oh, my people didn't know that." He
grinned, and said, "I hope to be still living when you reveal that." I
said, "Next time I'm asked, I might, if it fits with the current then
theme."
He said, "You like themes." I said, "Good technique to help the
memory. Great for teaching, and absolutely wonderful for story
telling." He said, "You really show that very well, in your writing!
Each of your Attin books illustrates a particular theme. And your Chi,
while short, packed a big punch with the theme. That was SO great!" I
said, "The Pope is a FAN of me?" He said with a grin, "Yes I am! Great
writing deserves it!" I said, "So that's why you knew I didn't write
the Bible." He laughed. We hugged with love.
President of LDS wanted to speak with me. I shifted in, grinning, and
he laughed. He said, "I wanted you to know we don't have any problems
with what you said." I said, "But not publicly." He said, "Right. Like
the Catholics." I said, "I poked them in the 'Holy Mother Of God'
complex, but you've got an an even stranger one I haven't blasted,
which is actually a little personal to me." He nodded, and said, "Jesus
appearing to Native Americans who were Jews. It didn't happen?" I said,
"That depends on how you look at it." He was VERY surprised. Totally
astounded, actually. I said, trying to suppress a grin, "I really like
doing that." He said, "You can be very frustrating!" I said, "Thank
you." He had to chuckle.
I said, "There was a lot more exploration going on in the new world,
from the old world, before Columbus, than people know. Some was
intentional, including trade. As early as the seventh century, there
were some Christian explorers wandering around in the Americas. Almost
none ever returned to Europe. Legends of white men as Gods, abound from
those times among native peoples. Religious white people, who may not
have been so before their travails." Grins and nods. I said, "There are
known archeological sites that support this. So, they brought Jesus
here, but in speech, not in body." He said, "We'll take it! Will you
write about them?"
I said, "Problem with that. Bad endings. Not at all uplifting. None
of them behaved nicely. You won't want to identify with them." He said,
"I see. But if you can, I think there would be some interest in it." I
said, "I'll think about it. Hmm, some are already encouraging my
thinking." He laughed. We hugged with love.
The Grand Ayatollah wanted to see me. I said, "Do you know how many
others in religion want to talk with me about that show?" He laughed.
He said, "Any good come from that?" I said, "Depends on how you look at
it." He said, "You made public the Pope and Prophet connection." I
said, "Current Pope is interested in when I'll reveal that in her
unusual to a lot of us." He laughed at my grin. He said cautiously,
"Are you going to announce that soon?" I said, "I don't see why I
should. In my group, we are gender neutral." He said, "But you may if
you are asked?" I said, "If it seems right at the time, I might. You
know that." He sighed, and said, "Yes I do." I said, "You still have a
problem with past lives. THEY DO NOT EXIST NOW. The people who lived
them, are NOT those people now. They might have some of the memories,
like an historical movie, but that's all." He said, "I struggle to
accept that." I said, "And fail." He said with a smile, "True."
I said, "You haven't thought of some things. They had bad lives, too.
I know I sure did! For instance, the soul that was Jesus, two
incarnations ago, was a rapist and murderer. NONE of us have what we
would consider only good lives. In some incarnations, The Prophet
killed a lot of Muslims. Tortured them to death. In one life, he
impaled a lot of them. But that life also did some good. The same in
the other direction. Almost no good lives, were without some bad in
them. More so, with our changing views on the subject." He said, "I'm
trying." I said with a smile, "But you're not asking for a crystal of
this conversation." He smiled, and said, "True." We hugged with love. I
shifted out, leaving behind a crystal. He looked at it with very mixed
emotions.
A fiery preacher was ranting against adultery, when he noticed people
staring at him with strange expressions. He stopped, and said, "What's
wrong?" One in the front row said, "Your forehead. There's a mark on
it." The preacher felt the raised skin of mark, and traced it out to
discover the letter "A". He turned and ran to the office, with an
expression of absolute horror, but not before all had noticed the mark,
and how he felt about it, including his wife. She followed him, looking
not at all pleased. That was made even more true to the congregation,
by the loud voices they could hear erupting from the office. Neither of
them sounded happy, but the wife was much louder about it. A deacon
said to another, "We should start looking for a new Pastor." There were
a lot of nods in agreement.
A preacher was illustrating his sermon with a slide show, when his
congregation showed some unusual expressions. He interrupted himself to
say, "Is there a problem with the monitor?" He turned and looked behind
him, to see a picture of himself having sex with two women, none of
which were his wife, who was unpopular with the congregation. That
being so, she received a lot of calls informing her about that picture,
almost immediately. The preacher tried to deny it was him. He wasn't
believed. He left to go home. His wife met him at the door with a heavy
cast iron frying pan. He decided to seek lonely solace, and greatly
enhanced safety, in a motel room. The next day, the owner of the motel
said to him, "We don't want your business. Please leave." He moved in
with his elderly parents. None of them are happy with that.
An Orthodox Rabbi attended a political fundraiser, and thoroughly
enjoyed his shrimp cocktail. A video of that went on the internet, and
was noticed by his congregation. Very not Kosher. He was dismissed.
A camera news crew were with a DEA swat team, when they invaded a
suite of rooms in a fancy hotel in D.C. They had been informed there
was a major drug deal in progress. What they found was a Conservative
Senator, a former Pastor of a Fundamentalist Christian church, having
drugged out sex with two underage male prostitutes. That went on the
news in a BIG way, and with carefully obscured graphic images. I was
asked to comment on that, and declined. Then he was asked by his party
to resign, and some loud constituents did that, too. I was again asked
to comment. I said, "He used illegal drugs, and committed statutory
rape. Those are crimes under the law, which in my view, makes his
actions incompatible with elected office in public service, where
people are charged to write and enforce the laws of the United States."
That was received with a lot of respect, even by Conservatives.
There was a movement to remove the Masque that had been built on the
ruins of my old Temple in Jerusalem. There was a outdoor rally in favor
of it, and a group of Muslims were about to crash the party. I shifted
to the stage, aura blazing, and they all became quiet. I said so all
could hear, "Your Muslim brothers are about to join you. You WILL make
them welcome!" I had already spoken to them with an image, and they
came into the group very carefully. I said, "I am aware of what you
want for this area. Who gave you the right to decide what to do with MY
Temple?" They were very surprised at the force of my anger. I said,
"The Romans destroyed it. It's gone. Only a very little of it remains.
It could be rebuilt, but it would be just that, not the real thing. A
fake. A fake House of God. A museum for tourists. Was it wrong for the
Romans to tear it down? Well?" They yelled, "Yes!" I said, "Why?
Because it was a House of God?" They yelled, "Yes", and the voices of
the Muslims were louder than before. They saw where I was going with
that.
I said, "Yet that was just what you were going to do. There is a
different House of God now standing here. Quite nice looking, too.
Would you tear down that House of God, to rebuild my Temple in shame? A
horrible shame, that it should have a false life at the expense of the
current beautiful life that now crowns this place? Do you want to bring
this shame before God, and say to Him, this is what you would do? The
Koran demands that all Houses of God be respected, of all religions.
Would you have Muslims be more respectful of God and His Houses, than
Jews? Well, would you?" There were some who said "No." I said, "I hear
very little of your voices. Answer me! Do you want to shame all Jews,
and God, with tearing down that House of God, to make a false House of
God in its place?" Answer me!" Most yelled, "No!" I said, "That's
better."
I said, "My people, your ancestors in religion, if not in body, built
my Temple with their blood, and with their love, and for some, with
their lives. And defended it with more of the same. I will NOT let that
sacrifice be made less, ANY less, by what is done here! My Muslim
Brothers, tell me, is what remains of my Temple, holy to you? Do you
respect it as you do your own Houses of God?" They yelled loudly, "Yes
we do!" I said, "You are not different from the Jews in this. I knew
that. Now, do all. You are less separate in your beliefs than you both
are, compared to others. Together, you are here, to honor both your
faiths! Let this always be so, in peace!"
I said, "This Holy place is MINE! I will allow no changes without my
approval. Do you hear me?" They all yelled, "Yes!" I let them feel my
anger, shame, and determination. And my deep sorrow over what had
happened in the past and today, and my sadness. Many of them cried.
Then I made a local very intense love broadcast. God joined it, but
didn't say anything. He left, and I stopped it, and said, "Ha! He
didn't embarrass me this time." Chuckles and awe. Then we felt a touch.
I said, "Yes, he thinks it's funny. Would you like to see how my Temple
used to look?" They really did, and loudly. I said, "These will be
illusion images from my memory, and time research."
I said, "Here is how it looked at it's best." There were a lot of
WOWs. I said, "Here was this area before it was built. Yes, there was
the old destroyed Temple there. We reused a lot of it. Here are some
pictures of the various stages in building it. And then it was
finished. But not really. There was always something to improve. You
know artists; never satisfied with their work. Annoying, the never
ending construction, while we were trying to actually use it."
Chuckles. I said, "I won't show you it being destroyed. I don't want to
cause you to feel such sadness. Please remember it as this." I showed
them the first picture. I said, "I have given you my love. So has God.
I now request that you give your love to each other. Yes, all of you,
in a gift to this place and each other, and that will also be to me,
too. Will you? Please?" They did, at first with embarrassment. Then
more, as they actually felt the love of those they hugged, which I had
enabled. When that wound down, I said, "I did feel it. Thank you. Now
we should prepare for a new day, which we hope we won't be too tired
for." They took that as a dismissal, with smiles and nods. I left, and
so did they, not feeling bad at all.
I sent crystals of that action to the leaders of Israel and the
Palestinians, and to the leaders of the major religions. They sent me
some love, trying to hide their surprise. Some people had recorded part
of the action, and tried to put it on the internet. I didn't allow it,
which really surprised them. Those at home didn't mention anything of
that action to me, knowing I didn't want to discuss it. It was all over
the news, though, with verbal and written reports. I was asked to
comment. I refused. They didn't know how to handle this new to them
situation, and were confused. It showed on air, which I thought was
funny. Daren was all grins about it. I wasn't too sad about that,
myself.
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