Daughter of Time 1: Reader Read Free Page A

watched your mother scream in agony as she pushed you into the world like some deformed lump of lasagna, it changes you. When you can’t tell anyone around you these things, not even your parents, you are trapped in a prison where you slowly form your own thoughts. Different thoughts. Thoughts that shape you inside and out.
    And that is when you lose the ability to think like normal people.
    By the time I was ten, I was one odd little girl. I couldn’t really relate to the kids at school or to any adults. All I had were my own thoughts and, of course, the visions. Like some ghostly companion, they were always with me, playing reels behind my eyes, movies only I could watch. Some boring. Some interesting. Some horrible. Things I knew were somehow real or that I feared would be real someday.
    I became ostracized by my peers. My teachers couldn’t reach me. My parents became very concerned. Finally, they took me in for evaluation. A few examinations by psychologists, then doctors, and, at last, the neurologists. Brain scans. Finally, there was something concrete they could hold onto, something clearly wrong with me, something to explain all the weirdness and problems.
    And something that brought me to the attention of those dark forces that really control the fate of our world.

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Behind the ostensible government sits enthroned an invisible government owing no allegiance and acknowledging no responsibility to the people.  —Theodore Roosevelt
     
     
    If I could give you any one piece of advice that I think would help you in your time, I would say turn off your TV.
    Unplug it, place it on a cart, and roll it into the river. Never watch it again. Take your video game console and controllers – build a bonfire. Don’t ever go online again. I’m completely serious. What I know and what you don’t, is that all our digital technology was not the product of our tremendous cleverness like everyone believes. No, it was a gift, from above . Or rather, a poison, a drug—electromagnetic narcotics for controlling their human herds. Call them high-tech cattle prods, if you want. To Them , you’re all just a gene pool with potential, kept docile and reproducing ignorantly while the greatest show on Earth called human culture plays out. One giant sham.
    Some of you know it. Some of you with half-awake Reader potential. Some of you feel it. Some of you outcasts, those who never fit in and end up on the streets or in the mountains or in institutions—you knew all along much more of the truth than our comfortable and successful herds. You suffered that deep discomfort, afflicting all your thoughts and actions, that sharp sense that something is wrong, deeply wrong with the world and how it is being presented to you. The sense in the back of your mind that things don’t fit .
    Well, they don’t. I’ll explain more as we go on. Meanwhile, pick up a book, go stare at the stars. Think . You’re a junkie, strapped into a pleasure tube – a pig ready for the slaughter, or worse. Don’t let them control your mind anymore. Advice from a former slave. Take it or leave it.
    My journey of bondage was about to begin. The brain scans were very clear. Even at eleven years old I could understand. Also, there were vague visions, like half-glimpsed dreams. In the beginning, Reading the future is like that, more like remembering the future than seeing it. The past too is like a memory, slightly out of focus, sometimes wrong, but mostly right. The future, well, that’s like a wild dream. Ever woken up from a dream, the details like colors bleeding out from your mind, until several hours later, you can only hold onto the most basic and faded outlines? That’s a vision of the future. Most of them, anyway. Sometimes, like a horrid nightmare, the vision will be so strong you remember almost everything. Like a nightmare, these visions, prophecies if you want, will shake you out of your normal state of consciousness. It’s a psychic slap in