The timekeeper walked down the narrow aisle to the lectern . A rather large, leather-bound book lay there, opened . In a large font, printed words, something she had never seen in her lifetime. (Of course she could read,everyone was taught to read at an early age, but everything in her lifetime had been done electronically over digital touchscreens)
These words were different, they had texture... she touched the yellowed parchment gently, thinking that if she pressed the pages too hard they would disintegrate beneath her fingers. She read the words, trying desperately to process their meaning.
"Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away".*
She stared at the words for a very long time... finally after what seemed, even to her the keeper of time itself, to be a Very long pause indeed, she continued to the next few lines in the following paragraph.
"The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use the words. Another way to control the minds of people is to control their perceptions. If you can get them to see the world as you do, they will think as you do. Comprehension follows perception. How do you get them to see the reality you see? After all, it is only one reality out of many. Images are a basic constituent: pictures.* Pictures transmitted digitally on a subliminal level was a prime example of this control. Or, even pictures which conveyed the beliefs of the producers of such images through media, such as movies or
tv, could be used to control social acceptance of such ideas and beliefs".
This wasn't at all what she had expected to be reading in these pages... this wasn't some ancient religious text, more like a psychology reference book. Flipping the book closed, she could plainly see the gilded title on it's cover.
It read, "Words Their Meaning And Power To Create Or Destroy".
Slowly, she turned to the first page and there in small print under the copyright were the words "the means to total control" followed by, "Ministry of Influence, NWO 2112". "Nearly 150 years old", she thought. Her heart sank... mouth agape, she stood silently as the tears welled up, cascading down her cheeks to the floor.
She hadn't heard the Guardian of the Word enter the room... She had been standing at the back of the chamber for who knows how long. Perhaps she had been there the entire time, watching for the timekeepers' reaction to what she had just discovered, if that is, the timekeeper even understood the words she had read.
"Mmmmmhh" the sound echoed through the room as the Guardian cleared her throat, she wanted to draw the keepers attention without completely startling her. She proceeded walking, almost seemed as if she was gliding above the floor, towards the lectern at a deliberate pace, to where the timekeeper had turned to face her, shocked by the intrusion, but not frightened... she had expected to be caught, and fully anticipated the punishment would more than
likely be harsh and quick.
Nothing about the Guardians' expression gave away what she was thinking, she looked neutral, neither angry nor pleased... She appeared serene, as someone who already knew the answers to every question.
*Quotes from Philip K. Dick**
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Aug 16, 2012 12:29:38 amby barryjeffer Homepage »
Her voice was the sound of every beautiful thing one could imagine... carried along on music, colors and textures. It was not a voice at all ,certainly,but the sound of it carried thought and meaning. "Come child, I've been waiting for you a long time, and time now is nearly finished."
Taking the timekeepers hand, she ushered her from the room and down a long hallway to another door.. "We will sit and I will explain all to you, so that you may know the truth before..." the Guardians' voice faded away, as if she had caught herself before revealing too much, too soon. "Come sit... no need to rush now", she spoke/thought, as she patted the cushion of a small chair.
The timekeeper, wide-eyed with wonder at what she was seeing and fearing what she may be about to hear, sat...
to be continued:
thanks to all of you for following my tale. I haven't attempted to write anything in over 8 years. I am pleased you are enjoying my story.
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