The gallows return to Hyde Park

It has been a terrible week. The power has been down on most days. They have built a gallows in Hyde Park, next to what used to be Speaker's Corner. Over lunch today Maya asked me if I had ever thought about the fact that nobody has ever seen the Chairman. She wanted to know if I believed in his existence. I said that I was not sure. Maya told me that Osiris was hoping to access the international internet soon. He intended to hack into a communications satellite. She was convinced that we would be surprised when we found out who was really governing us. The New World Order was in place, she was sure. It was not just England that was a dictatorship. The whole world was being run by the same cabal. We had been systematically duped by the biggest fraud in history. What scuppered the cabal's plans was the pandemic. Mother nature intervened and the system collapsed. So the facade of democracy could no longer be maintained. The high technology and biotechnology sectors were spread all over the world, so they had to prioritize and centralize their activities, in the face of massive losses of potential markets. We both wondered what the present population of China was. Isis told Maya the other day that she felt that the system was much weaker than we think. One good push and it would collapse completely. After all they must be getting pretty desperate if they planned to bring back public executions. They could barely organize a football match these days. The power is on the blink again, so I'm going to send this message real fast. Maybe Osiris gets lucky this weekend.

Bilderberg and the Obama deception

How we got here?

Meeting Mandelbrot, Prince of Darkness

Yesterday evening I met the Prince of Darkness for the first time. Maya got invitations for both of us to a black tie dinner, organized by the Ministry. As a Beta I was given the cover of being Maya's research assistant. We found some evening dress thanks to a friend of Isis, who used to work in the theatre. The dinner was lavish. Held in an elegant house in St James's that used to be a gentlemen's club, with crystal chandaliers and the elegance of a bygone age. There were many original masters on the walls, and I thought that I recognized some from the old National Gallery. We ate smoked salmon, fillet of beef with roast potatoes, and a dessert of fresh strawberry cake, all washed down with fine claret and port. It was like being in a dream or watching an old movie. Lord Mandelbrot is the closest thing England has to Lucifer. The Chairman's right hand man, the dark Lord is suave, well dressed and charming, yet known for his ruthless streak. When you meet him his cold blue eyes pierce your soul, on the lookout for the slightest trace of weakness. Mandelbrot is the power broker of England. His official position is Party Secretary. He is credited with being the mastermind behind the Party's takeover of power. He is the kind of person that makes you feel that you want to get away as quick as you can, yet some how his presence seems to hypnotize you. When we shook hands I felt a shiver run down my spine. Something inside me said to watch what I said and did very carefully. Maya warned me before hand that she had a suspicion he knew a lot about the resistance, and that he was allowing us to exist as a potential source of chaos in the future, that he could use against his enemies in the Party. It was as if we were about to become the unoffical opposition. The motto of the party is "One Party, One Future!" yet Mandelbrot said to Maya during the course of dinner that he saw the value of diversity as a source of innovation. She was not quite sure how to reply and simply said that she trusted the Party's vision of the future. We were provided with an official car to get us home, as the dinner finished long after the curfew was in place. As we said goodnight Maya pressed a note in my hand. It said,
"Luciferi primo cum sidere frigida rura
carpamus, dum mane novum, dum gramina canent
Let us hasten, when first the Morning Star appears,
To the cool pastures, while the day is new, while the grass is dewy" (Virgil)
Lunch Sunday 1pm, usual place

Starting the 2012 cyber revolution

One thing we do not have in London in 2012 is a housing shortage. The official population on the ID Register is just over two million, but that is probably an overestimate as people keep vanishing every day. The slow AIDS2 virus is taking its toll, and a lot of the GM food we are forced to eat is probably causing loads of allergies. Breathing difficulties are so common that nobody even talks about them any more, yet hardly anyone smokes. Tobacco would have to be imported, so like chocolate, it's one of the things that has vanished from our lives. One of the few pleasures left is marijuana. There are still people who grow it illegally using lamps indoors, and for some crazy reason cannabis is not one of the substances on the drug screening list. Perhaps that is because the Party is running a lot of the growrooms. Everyone only uses it on the weekend, so that they don't act stoned when they turn up for work. Heroin and cocaine are are non existent as they would have to be imported. Most of the drugs people use are official uppers and downers, and so called "conciousness enhancement" medicine. That's the stuff that keeps your dopamine and seratonin in good shape. The biotechnology sector of the economy is the one thing we are still good at. GM food, mood enhancing drugs, DNA manipulation, gene therapy, you name it, the Party is into it. It's the new oil that runs the wheels of the economy, and our major export.
Osiris told me some good news over lunch in the park. The resistance found an abandoned warehouse in the East End full of high end Apple computers, the MacPro stuff with loads of RAM, and terabytes of memory. He thinks that he can network the whole load of stuff together, to build a mother of a supercomputer. If he can get his hands on some satellite technology, he also thinks it might be possible to check if there is any international internet still running anywhere. It's exciting news. Maybe we can finally contact somebody out there, to see if there is a resistance anywhere else. For the first time in a long time Winston Smith is optimistic, and, together with Isis and Maya, I'll be getting one of the unibody MacBooks, so I'll need to find a good hiding place in my container appartment. It's not yet illegal to own old technology, but no point in attracting too much attention. Osiris is working on an alternative communication matrix, with its own encryption and protocols. He wants me to build Grail Warcraft masks, that will cloak our communication. If it works, we'll have our own independent internet and we will be able to start a cyber revolution.

Big Brother is watching your DNA in Manchester

Manchester police keep innocent man's DNA. 2012 is 1984 in 2009!

For the past couple of days the power supply has been down most of the time. Little by little the old system is breaking down, either because of a lack of spare parts, or because of a lack of qualified people to do the maintenance. The mobile phone system only works if you know someone who can hack into it. The prepaid system of vouchers stopped months ago. I had a contract and my connection still works, but only with certain numbers. Lucky enough one of those is Maya's. Most people use their phones to access the internet, which still works. Twitter got taken over by Sector 666 in England, and it is the most popular message service. It is against the law to take photographs on the street, so most people just upload pictures of birthday parties, pets and plants. There are no new cameras in the few shops still open, so an old digital one is a valued rarity on the black market. Nearly all social contact is based on trivia. Everyone is too scared to be seen to step out of line. The Underground system is being sealed off station by station, so the outcasts who live down there are doomed. They are considered to be a source of disease by the Ministry of Health, and there are probably plans to exterminate them. England always had an underclass that lived outside the system, never showing up on the ID Register. Soon there will be fewer and fewer options left for those who wish to hide. Yesterday my ID was checked six times on the way to, and coming back from, my mother. Recently I've noticed that my mind often just goes blank, and it is getting harder every day to keep trying to remember how things used to be. Sometimes I even doubt if it was ever any different. Maybe my past was just a dream. Isis says that we should meet up and start to practice storytelling, so that we don't forget. Many cultures had an oral tradition before they developed writing. Isis thinks that we should revive the habit. Maya suggested that we all sing together, and create our own mantras. As more and more technology breaks down we shall have to learn to organize ourselves. Osiris is developing a new code that we can use to keep some things alive. It will be a kind of modern day Emerald Tablet, that will contain the essence of our world view in a symbolic language that is a hybrid of words and images that would look quite harmless to an outsider. Perhaps it will take the form of a children's story, a 2012 Alice in Wonderland.

The Spirit of Sarayu

Today everything seems to be different. All day long I have had the feeling that some unseen force is one jump ahead of me, and knows every move I am about to make. When I saw Maya briefly this afternoon I had the impression that we were both thinking the same thoughts, and some instinct left us saying very little to each other. Often we are the last to know when things are about to get worse, and so I am trying to keep my mind as empty as possible. A lot of people have been getting sick in the past few days, and not coming into work. Last night I could not sleep very well, but so far I've been spared any other symptoms. The chief censor was rather critical of my latest episode of Grail Warcraft, saying that some of the storyline could be interpreted as being subversive, and hinted darkly that I should be more careful about letting errors creep into the system. When I went to collect my food rations, for some reason they had been reduced without any explaination being given. Paranoia does not help in this sort of situation. Maybe they are on to us, and just watching what we are up to. Maybe it's just a run of bad luck. Either way we need to be more careful. The search for the spacetime node is getting nowhere. The struggle against the thought that we are trapped in this nightmare is getting harder. Events are speeding up and seem to be converging on a point somewhere in the near future. Something Isis once said stuck in my mind this afternoon, "When there is no conflict inside, there is no conflict outside. Remember the spirit of Sarayu can never be contained or limited. She is the essence of freedom."

2+2=5 Jesus was a Tibetan lama

The Year Zero will start with a celebration of freedom on Trafalgar Square, which is to be renamed Freedom Square. The National Gallery has been converted into a computer games palace, where any member of the public can use the games terminals. My latest edition of Grail Warcraft is about how the Temple Knights developed a secret code to protect the truth from the evil church. The storyline is a bit thin, but there is plenty of action and loud music. The players have different timeline options, but somehow they all end up back at the Year Zero celebrations, from where they are free to build on a piece of virtual land, and help make a better future. It is pure kitsch, but these days any promise of something better is welcome. Sensational trivia always works best in the media. Over lunch Isis told us that she had reliable information that many of the rare books from the British Library, and some of the most valuable paintings that used to be in the National Gallery, were being flown to America in exchange for hightech equipment needed in Sector 666. The Chairman has a strange love hate relationship with America. We need their technology, but he tries to keep England as isolated as possible. So only top security military flights are allowed in and out of Heathrow. Nobody knows whether Obama will be elected again, as there is a foreign news blackout. The stories that are put out are all made up by people like me. For example today there was a story about how Jesus was really a Tibetan lama who brought the feudal system to Europe. The Chairman tries to keep everything sweet with China, so the Dalai Lama is always portrayed as a bad guy in the media. As far as Isis can tell us, the Chinese still run lots of factories with cheap labor. Most of the computer equipment used for the games comes from China, and we barter what little oil we have left in exchange for it. That's one reason why the buses and lorries all run on ethanol. Coal mining has been revived in some parts of the country, and a coal fire is the latest luxury that only Alphas can afford. Biotechnology is the one area where we are probably still ahead of the rest of the world, and it will be our strongest trade card when the North Sea oil runs out, or perhaps even earlier if we run out of the expertese we need to extract it. Cloning and genetically modified food production are the future. In a perverse twist of semantic logic, the Chairman calls it permaculture. The resistance believes this is the most disturbing aspect of Party policy, as the resulting destruction of biodiversity does not bode well for the future. In London today 2+2=5.

Doubt thou the stars are fire?

"If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces." Tonight my poor man's container is made a palace by the presence of a princess. The bard's words from the Merchant of Venice seem to describe my mood well. Arriving just before the curfew fell, Maya is dressed in a white and green dress that is stunning, and she is wearing a silver ankh around her neck, the symbol of life, and the secret sign of the resistance. All the churches were closed ages ago and religion has had to go underground. Wearing a cross could get you into trouble, but the ankh counts as simple jewelry, so goes unnoticed. She is vegan so I've let her take charge of my kitchen while I write this message to my former self. Maya still has a good wine cellar in her house, and she brought a fine bottle of port with her, a Warre's 1976 Colheita Tawny. Quite a rarity in these times of quarantine and curfew. I managed to find a packet of organic fair trade coffee on the black market this afternoon, so it promises to be a fine dinner. Because of the curfew Maya will have to stay the night, and I will be sleeping on the couch in the living room. Neither of us seems in the mood for serious talk tonight. There has been enough bad news for one week. We both just want to enjoy each other's company and not worry about tomorrow. In the middle of a London living in fear and delusion, the spirit lets its presence be known in the silence.
"Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love."

21 December 2012 last day before Year Zero

"The first time-traveler in English literature is a guardian angel who returns with state documents from 1998 to the year 1728." in Memoirs of the Twentieth Century written in 1733 by the Rev. Samuel Madden, D.D., commonly called "Premium" Madden. We are all praying that our guardian angel watches over us as we get closer to 21 December, 2012 every day. The end of the Mayan Long Count Calender is also the last day of 2012 in England. 22 December will be Day One of Year Zero. Today Osiris came round to see my new container appartment. Containers are the easiest mass housing to construct with our limited resources, and they are stacked up, one upon another, in a compound that makes security an easy task. The curfew has been lowered to 8pm in the evenings, so I am glad to have a living space with good communications built in, instead of the run down place I used to have in Notting Hill. Osiris is our boffin, the master of our underworld. He used to be an astronomer, but these days he works in the Ministry as a software engineer. He's an old world geek in a Harris Tweed jacket, and I'm sure that, if we could find him some tobacco, he would pull a pipe out of his pocket. He's our time travel guru, the man who worked out how to configure the iPhone to send the quantum packets of information back through time. Osiris told me that the idea of year zero, in his opinion, is that we can have another one a year later if need be. Losing track of time would help the Chairman's plans to recondition everyone to the new order of things. Past is bad, future is good, the Chairman loves to say. So it may be necessary to postpone the good for a while till things on the ground get a little better. We are so short of skilled people in all segments of society that many services, taken for granted a few years ago, no longer exist. The Romans had bread and games. We have ration cards and netbooks with super fast gaming processors. We live in a virtual paradise, and just to keep it that way we have prescription drugs that control attention deficit, keep your seratonin and dopamine in good order, and make you feel high as you play the latest episode of Grail Warcraft. That's my main job, keeping the updates coming and making sure that the story rolls on, and that the gamers don't get bored. User brain activity is monitored, so that the personal dose of medicine can be adjusted as required. People love it, as it keeps them occupied. They have no idea of the extent to which they are being manipulated. In a way it's just as well. With so many outcasts living in the now closed London Underground, a docile population leaves the security services enough time and resources to hunt down the outcasts. Otherwise the chaos would be even worse. Alphas and Betas rarely leave the secure areas of the Sectors, so they hardly ever come into contact with the ugly reality outside. We live in a hybrid world, part real, part virtual, and only a select few still have an overview of what is happening. That's why Isis keeps saying that time is of the essence, before all is lost. Once our memories are gone it will not be possible to reconstruct the past, so we shall have no compass for the future.

Feeding the ducks in the park after lunch with Maya and Isis. We were all still in a state of shock after yesterday's burning of the books. Life has become so surreal. Maya is getting a bit depressed. She likes me, I know, but as an Alpha, she would never be allowed to have a Beta as a partner. It would be against the breeding regulations. Thanks to her I got to know the other members of the resistance. Isis is the leader of our cell. She's a tough cookie. With a Ph.D. in life sciences, Isis has charisma. When she walks in a room she commands attention, although she says very little. How she stays so positive I do not know. Today we talked about the consequences and complications of time travel. Isis said we should be careful not to alter anything, as we do not know when the spacetime node was open. We have decided not to tell of any history before 2012, as we all believe that the node was some time before the end of 2011. Of course in outline I can say that the economic crisis that started in 2008 got a lot, lot worse. Mass unemployment, and clashes between the far right and left, squeezed out the middle of politics. A viral pandemic came, and was complicated by the emergence of an AIDS2 virus, that also slowly destroys the human immune system. Both led to millions of deaths worldwide, and by January 2012 England had a population on the ID Register of just under fifteen million. Our main issue is always energy. There are no more cars, only public transport, delivery vans and lorries, all running on ethanol. No trains run as there are not enough people to manage the system. I remember that when I first started to get the text messages from the future, back in 2009, I thought that I could start a conversation with my future self through this blog. However I soon realized that that could compromise the future, so I decided to stay silent, and not tell anyone of my plans. Instead I just added the odd YouTube video for light relief, and as a way of giving at least one or two cryptic clues for those wise enough to figure them out. After all, if we find the node, it could be that somehow I don't make it to the better timeline we are seeking. We call it Codename Nirvana, or the Nirvana timeline. We know that it's out there. We just have to find it.
"How sour sweet music is
When time is broke and no proportions kept!
So it is in the music of men's lives."
Somehow being able to read that in the original 17th century First Folio gives me hope. Well worth the price (in those days) of one pound.

The burning of the British Library

There is no truth in books, the Chairman said today. This evening they are burning the contents of the Britsh Library. The pictures are on every TV screen all over London. Security guards throwing Wordsworth onto the flames. Memory is an obstacle to progress says the Chairman. I cannot believe they would go this far. Isis managed to save a couple of the rare books, before the fire started. Each of us has something to look after. I am now the proud guardian of a Shakespeare First Folio, wrapped in a plastic bag. The whole of English history and literature is going up in smoke. Maya wept when we met for tea.
Paulus Orosius admitted in the sixth book of his History against the pagans:
“ Today there exist in temples book chests which we ourselves have seen, and, when these temples were plundered, these, we are told, were emptied by our own men in our time, which, indeed, is a true statement. ”
Ammianus Marcellinus, writing around AD 378 seems to speak of the library in the Serapeum temple as a thing of the past, and he states that many of the Serapeum library's volumes were burnt when Caesar sacked Alexandria.
“ Besides this there are many lofty temples, and especially one to Serapis, which, although no words can adequately describe it, we may yet say, from its splendid halls supported by pillars, and its beautiful statues and other embellishments, is so superbly decorated, that next to the Capitol, of which the ever-venerable Rome boasts, the whole world has nothing worthier of admiration. In it were libraries of inestimable value; and the concurrent testimony of ancient records affirm that 70,000 volumes, which had been collected by the anxious care of the Ptolemies, were burnt in the Alexandrian war when the city was sacked in the time of Caesar the Dictator. ”
We are entering a new dark age.

The Twitter Song

Sunday again. All is quiet after yesterday's bomb explosion near the Science Museum. 7/7 Jihad has been blamed, of course, although I'm not so sure this time. The Ministry had nothing planned, and it's not their style. Too small, too late in the evening. Maya says, that as well as the resistance, there is at least one other independent group still operational. We have automated the posting sequence to avoid being traced, so I hope that these files get through to Blogger and Twitter. The iPhone has been rigged up to a stable independent solar power source, and it keeps sending the messages to our backup smartphone, so it looks good so far. When I buried it in 2009, I kept the geolocation coded on a piece of paper, so that we could find it again in 2012. Once I was convinced that the messages were genuine, I became convinced of the security risk. After reading this post, I knew that was what I had to do. So every subsequent update will be automated. We follow the days of the week, but don't add the date because we don't want to make it too obvious, although anyone in 2012 could figure out that it is already October. To those who think that this is a work of fiction, I say of course it is. Still you never know. Maybe not. After the hung Parliament of 2010, the New Labour deal with the BNP, made following the breakdown of talks with the Tories on forming a national government, lasted just long enough for the Party to prepare for the change of power. We all call it the Machtergreifung, named after Hitler's power grab in January 30, 1933. You would be amazed at the number of closet fascists that were hanging out in New Labour, just waiting for the chance to help to form the Party. The Chairman moved fast, and before anybody knew it, the Ministry had control of the media, and the ID, DNA and internet databases were joined together in Sector 666. Total control, subtle yet effective. Each new regulation, in the name of security and progress, was not challenged by anyone after the suppression of the food riots in 2010. Just after Christmas, 2010, ration cards were introduced, which avoided any further serious food shortages. The country was put on a wartime production footing, and every piece of spare land was devoted to growing food. Little by little, people were relocated to the cities, and the villages were cleared, and mobility restrictions were introduced. The speed of change was breathtaking, and my job in the Ministry was, and still is, to obliterate or alter all records of the past, in keeping with the Party line. We are losing our history. Westminster Abbey was renamed the Temple of Peace and the Houses of Parliament have been closed for renovation since last year, for an indefinite period. All enemies are simply called Organized Crime, which is reputed to be led by the Cabal of Zion, headed by a sinister Mr Crowley, who seems to be quite smart, as nobody has ever seen him or heard his voice, yet he controls just about every illegal activity in the country. Prison has been replaced by "corrective therapy" although the regime is in reality much harder than ever before. Once in the "therapy"system it is seems almost impossible to get out again. Those who wish to leave the country have to sign away their rights as citizens before they go, and they are never allowed to return. Ferries to Ireland were closed last year, and Heathrow and Gatwick are now military airfields. There is no way out or in, except for the exiles. They are sent to the Outland, or Scotland as it used to be known. The triple wall on the border makes sure that they can never return. We are part of a giant social experiment, and only the Chairman has a roadmap.

England hermetically sealed

First some more about the new mobility regulations. It turns out that the barriers are not yet in place, but new checkpoints are being added every day. Anyone caught "out of sector" will at first be subject to a fine and loss of energy credits. Any subsequent offence will result in the person concerned being sent for "corrective training'' which as we all know is not exactly a picnic. There has been no news of the Queen's whereabouts since the 7/7 Jihad attacks, and today the Chairman announced that Buckingham Palace would be renamed the Palace of the People and opened to the public. Also St Paul's Cathedral will be known as the People's Temple, and dedicated to justice and progress. One by one all the symbols of the past are being obliterated. Maya has been trying to get some news about France since the closing of the Channel Tunnel, but no luck so far. It has not been posssible to make any international telephone calls since 7/7, and the internet only works within England as the Ministry now has complete control over all computer servers, most of which are being relocated to Sector 666. England is being hermetically sealed. The wall between England and Scotland was finished last month, and traffic there is only one way...out!

Lunch with Maya, "Animal Farm" operational

Today I had lunch with Maya. As she is an Alpha the food was first class. It's been a while since I tasted such a good Chablis. Apparently "Animal Farm" is already operational. The nickname comes from the book of the same name. There is to be a new category on the ID Register for the Deltas. Deltas will be clones with a few cosmetic differences to make each one look individual. The technology of genetics now allows human embryos to be placed in pigs (hence the nickname Animal Farm) and the cloned children will be bred as menials, content with their lot. Things are moving much faster than we thought. New regulations mean that freedom of movement will be restricted to the Sector of residence and each adjacent Sector. So it will only be possible to work or study within that radius. Alphas will still have complete freedom of movement, within the limits of their energy allowance, so Maya can still get about. Luckily my mother lives in Sector 1985, so we can still keep in touch with each other. They must have completed the checkpoints and barriers between the Sectors on schedule.

Welcome to Sector 1984

The work of Sector 1984 is top secret, which is why this blog is written using the name Winston Smith, the main character in the book 1984. In the year 2012 much that was predicted in that book has come to pass, although the agenda of the Chairman is perhaps slightly different, and the means used to indoctrinate the population are more subtle. When the wormhole was constructed during the summer, following the terror attacks by the 7/7 Jihad, it was found possible to send small compressed information files back through time. There are few people who know that the 7/7 Jihad was in fact a front organization for the Ministry of Information. As a Beta I do not have access to that level of security, but Maya is an Alpha, as well as being a member of the resistance, so she has clearance to login to the Main Database in Sector 666, where all the sensitive files are kept. The events that led up to the Chairman taking total control were not inevitable, so perhaps it will still be possible to locate the spacetime node where change is still possible. We are running out of time and messages will be kept short, as surveillance is getter tighter every day, and every suspicious use of energy is being monitored.