It was seven years ago, this day, that I first was shown "the light". I remember it like it was yesterday, because in my reality, it could have been. I am one of many Keepers of Time.

Eons ago, before the history of our known existence, there was a singular consciousness. It remains a mystery as to where, why or how it manifested. It is responsible for everything we experience and perceive. This singular consciousness created a multitude of realities, of which we all exist. It's last creation was an orb. We call this orb, the Sphere of All. Upon finishing the orb, the singular consciousness imbued it with it's own self, which shattered the orb, sending fragments in all directions.

Each reality is overlapped by another reality. We do not know how many realities exist, as it could be infinite. What we do know, is that they overlap in a circular pattern. The "we" I speak of are the other Keepers of Time. I have not met any of the other Keepers of Time face-to-face, but it is important to know this: no more than a single Keeper can exist in any given reality and all Keepers of Time are me. There are other types of Keepers, as well. I only know of a few, yet I have never met one, personally.

I realize how this many sound. Crazy, right? Well, let me see if I can use my fairly mundane intellect to explain. Have you ever had the feeling of deja vu? It is most commonly described as an intense feeling of familiarity for a situation that you are currently experiencing. Have you ever gotten a foreboding feeling of dread? Have you ever gotten a sudden shiver for no reason? Well, these are physical, mental and sometimes spiritual manifestations of you interacting with a veil. These veils separate our realities. Deja vu, could explain a situation that a different "you" has experienced in a different reality. A foreboding feeling of dread, could be an imminent danger that another "you" is experiencing. The unexplained shiver, is, as I understand it, you being geographically present, in the same exact location, as another "you" in another reality.

Since we and everything else, alive and inanimate, were created by the singular consciousness, we are of the same energy. Sometimes, given the right circumstances, our own energies attract and briefly interact. Veils are generally breached in one of three ways. Coincidental, Intentional and Accidental. Some people have found ways to breach these veils, through means of meditation, drugs, and sometimes through dreams. As far as I know, veils cannot be broken.

You might be wondering how I know so much about this. Well, let me assure you, I know very little, even after seven years. I even had a teacher, once upon a time. He was an odd sort, that's for sure. I'm pretty sure he wasn't human. He looked more like a goblin, but others only saw him as something simple; a child, a garbage can, a dog. After awhile, I stopped trying to get people to believe me. He was the one that explained to me, what I am explaining to you. He was much better at it, though. He used some sort of telepathy. Telepathy is pretty handy when trying to explain something of a complex nature. Instead of verbalizing, you just know, almost like you already knew all along and it's just now coming back to you. Like a memory long forgotten.

I have been to many different realities, during my adventures through life. Each time, I enter one, the "me", there, trades places. I'm not sure how it works, but it does, and that's how we learned that no two "sames" could exist in any single reality. I think it has something to do with the original conscioussness, after it became one with the Sphere of All and shattered.

The other Keepers of Time, or "mes" figured out that we could leave messages for eachother. Sounds pretty easy, until you realize another fun aspect of having separate realities. The other "yous" are not necessarily the same as you. I have often gone into another reality, only to find that my age has changed drastically. I could be young or old. The realities are different, as well. When your consciousness breaches the veil and slides into another reality, that reality might not be in the same time period as the one you just left, which can make for some pretty nasty surprises. Imagine, swapping conscioussness with another you, but now you're older and in the past, or younger and in the future. It takes some getting used to.

As you may realize, the behavior of a Keeper could potentially be erratic. They may appear confused or delusional. So the next time you see someone standing on the sidewalk, screaming at traffic as it passes by, or someone mumbling to themselves in the grocery store, don't pass judgement. It just might be one of the Keepers trying to figure out which reality they happened to land in.

(sorry about the errors...telepathy would have been much better)

As I enter the dimly lit room, of the abandoned apartment, the smell alerts me, to what is coming. It's sulpher. Like somebody has been playing with matches. My eyes are quickly adjusting to the semi-dark quarters. It looks like a massacre of all that was orderly and functional. Shredded papers, broken dining room chair parts, record albums out of their cases, smashed ceramic table lamps, all littering the patchwork carpet and tile floor. A hole in the wall, where the large, flat screen, television had been mounted.

A nearly imperceptable, fleeting, glimpse of movement from my left, down the hall. Zero sound, aside from the pounding of my own heart. Nights like this really get the blood pumping.

When you're a hunter, every step you take, your breathing, your focus, are all fine tuned to your surroundings. You move your whole body, syncronizing it for efficiency, no wasted energy. Timing is everything. With a practiced, fluid movement, I drop to a near squat position, using the remains of the floral-print sofa for cover, drawing my sidearm.

Another waft of the pungent odor, carried by a sudden breeze, from the kitchen window being slightly open. Still no sound, odd. Very odd. With my eyes darting side to side, I strain my ears to pick up any sort of audial affirmation. Nothing. Not even myself.

It is at this moment, my thoughts jumble, briefly. I am not the hunter. I am the hunted. I feel the hot breath, slowly enveloping the back of my neck.

(fiction)

It was amazing and terrifying. They made our military and doctors and nurses and anyone else who would have been able to help us now, take that "vaccine". They're all gone now.

The virus took the elderly, first. Then those whose immune systems weren't up to par. Then the "vaccine" came into play. It was not what they primised us. Ultimately, it took out the last lines of defense, in case of emergency.

There's a few of us left. No power, except at the fealty training camps. It's getting colder. Food is getting more scarce by the day.

There's nobody left to point the finger at. Nobody left to say "I told you so". All of it is gone...

You might wonder how this could have happened. All I know is that it was extremely calculated and immensely clever. Between the clever division of the people and the seemingly inept government, our country, along with the rest of the world, fell to pieces in under one year.

Medical mandates had a huge roll. Without freedom of choice, people were given very few options. Submit or die. Sounds pretty harsh, but that's basically how it went. No, nobody outright killed non-compliers, but instead made it to where they couldn't work and earn money. They couldn't go into stores, to get food. The hospitals stopped accepting "non-vaccinated" patients. Without enough workers, the supply chains started to break down.

The government had assumed control over every aspect of the people's lives. They did this through loopholes in their "emergency powers" stipulations. Once they had enacted these powers, they never relinqueshed them. They repeatedly used a few high-profile media characters to subdue the masses. It was insane, how fast people started letting others do the thinking for them. Towards the end, some of the people awoke from their media-drunk stupors and began to realize the scope of the damage that had already been inflicted upon the world.

Most people blamed fear. They chose to remain loyal to their governments, arguing that the government had their best interests in mind, even though, history paints a different picture.


I am but one of a very few. My hunger, thirst and self preservation are all that drive me. I hope to see the end of this, some day. It would make a great story...

In a world, shattered by leaders, the people break down. You've been living on the cusp of tyranny for longer than anyone can or will admit. You cannot fight the system, without fighting your neighbor. The roots of deceit and catered brainwashing run deep in your lands. The rules, to which you depsperately cling to, are flauntingly crushed by those in positions to uphold them. Everyone asking for you to donate to one side's cause or another. Everything in motion, heading towards an end that benefits a minority of views and opinions. Where have all the heroes gone? Who is left to stand up for the little guys, when truth is a subjectively twisted smile, upon the lips of the media? I do not have an answer, only the concern.