The Time Agency

by Jon Rappoport

November 24, 2015

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Note: Before I present this short piece of fiction, I want to remind readers that the purpose of this blog is to stimulate imagination. Why? Because what you decide to do in life flies only at half-mast when imagination is dormant. The possible discoveries that can be made are not made. The potential energy that can be accessed remains quiet. The profound desires that can be uncovered stay buried. You never know what imagination can reveal unless you deploy it. These are not light statements. These are hard truths—and all the mind control in the world exists to keep the individual from living through and by imagination.

Okay. Here we go. Once more, into the breach.

According to records, and who knows whether to trust them, the Time Agency was founded in 2030, in response to a series of fractures in the consensus template.

One public document, The Richard Fan Letters, provides an interesting glimpse into the early days of the Agency. Fan was a reporter for a site called Accidental Clock. Here are a few excerpts from the Letters, written to his wife, Nancy, who later fell (or was pushed) into a temporal sinkhole in the spring of 2041, while vacationing at her family’s ranch in Wyoming:

“Something flutters, perhaps the tail of a bureaucrat’s coat as he disappears around the edge of the puzzle and separates from the centuries-old pressure to move time forward. Grab a hot dog at the last outpost and launch out into the Empty Quarter, where no one knows anything. Another employee gone. The attrition rate is climbing.”

“Eisenhower’s farewell address of January 17, 1961—‘In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military-industrial complex’—backs up like an old truck to the loading dock, where President Marsh’s 2056 plea to ‘knock down the barriers of interspecies intolerance’ is idling, waiting for calendrical reassignment. This is the place where old ideas are redistributed through time.”

“In the middle of Manhattan, Central Park is in 2139, while the Hotel Pierre is in 1965. Crossing over is a serious roll of the dice. You could end up locked in April, 1402, repeating and repeating with no end in sight. You could arrive at the Pierre before it was built. Officers of the Time Agency could arrest you halfway through and move you to a detention center in Hoboken. Or you could make the cross successfully, in which case you’d start a new life, free from whatever problems you had, just as the Vietnam War was heating up…”

“Rumors persist that the novelist HG Wells has turned up in Los Angeles. The Agency has ‘found no credible evidence.’ I am writing from a San Francisco apartment in what I believe is 2031. I have an email on Agency letterhead which informs me that my building has been designated for a preliminary investigation. I assume I am the target, because of my work in exposing temporal fractures. The federal government is doing everything it can to hold the line against reports of sinkholes and shifts. At the moment, a hole has opened up near City Hall. Visibility at the boundaries is poor. There are rumors the 12-block area has dropped back to the 1860s. Agency officers guard the perimeter. They claim they’re establishing a presence on the scene to limit citizen exposure to pernicious efforts on the part of deranged people, who ‘wish they could leave the world of today.’”

“The Agency wants to know whether I specifically claim time has fallen apart. My conviction should be obvious from my work. Formerly a branch of the American Psychiatric Association, the Time Agency maintains (and expands) a list of several hundred Dislocation Disorders, none of which is confirmed by laboratory test. Its DD Manual states, ‘Advocating the notion that some people disappear into other time periods is the main symptom of DDs, which fall into two categories: passive and aggressive advocacy. The latter class of persons is subject to criminal penalties…’”

The Time Agency has been streamlined. It now engages in widespread spaying of nanobots trained to rearrange synaptic responses. However, these efforts appear to be futile. People are still vanishing. Temporal sinkholes continue to open up. Apparently, the whole state of Utah is situated in a period between 1890 and 1905, and Vermont resides in the so-called Golden Age, when the government took over ownership of businesses employing more than 200 people. Outside Las Vegas, a man calling himself Bill Clinton has simultaneously kicked off a Presidential campaign and started building a brothel, which he has named The Foundation.

Contrary to official formulations, time has no signature. Artificial overlays, of course, have been provided, and they serve an organizing function. However, a breakdown and a defection was always a possibility. The chicken have come home to roost.

People mistake fiction for fact, and vice versa. Present them a shocking discovery and they’ll call it rank speculation. Offer them a piece of fiction and they’ll respond as if you were reporting the news. This tendency is evidence of a deep psychological dislocation. So why should it be a surprise when the veneer of time wears off?

Originally, calendars were inventions of rulers, imposed to control the lives of populations. You can divide a second into a billion parts, and still the operation carries a whiff of the totalitarian spirit.

Epochs, eras, and periods are all a kind of riffraff of psychological brainwashing. You can program a human to accept the ruse, but when he no longer perceives a payoff for himself, he moves out into unknown territory.

Unfortunately, most people take this opportunity as a license to commit crimes. The preferred position is Overview, from which you can enter and exit various sections of the time-map and carry out a fruitful investigation of deep human conditioning.

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29^th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.