Congruent Times

By Laura Tucker

Jason starts an adventure deciphering symbols and dreams which, unknowingly to him, is the beginning of a change in humanity. Through his revelations of discovery he begins to uncover the secret forces on the planet that shape our systems of leadership and which influence all who are exposed. He and his partner, Sophie, begin a journey paving the way for the secret codes to be uncovered and the mystery of the universe revealed...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jun 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781326718374

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Congruent Times

Congruent Times

Copyright © 2016 by Laura Tucker

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First Printing: 2016

ISBN 978-1-326-71837-4

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Chapter 1

Another jolt woke Jason up from yet another startling dream; a recurring symptom of nightly occurrences that were going on for too long now.  To top it off, Jason could never remember what he dreamt and why he´d wake up repeatedly.  He checked the time on his bedside clock.  5. 30 Am. Feeling anxious that he needed to get the rest of his sleep and only had an hour and a half left he tried his relaxing techniques; imagining the brilliant sun soothing his body lying on the sand of a tropical beach. That usually did the trick.  The paradox was that although he was waking up suddenly time and again he was also having fantastically deep sleeps and felt very rested.  Enjoying the relaxing imagery he went back to sleep effortlessly and had another couple of hours of deep rest.

The rocking of the train relaxed Jason on his way to work.  Despite what seemed like fifty thousand people being crammed in the small train compartment he surprisingly enjoyed the trip.  He was lucky enough to have grabbed a seat with his experienced tactics of waiting strategically at the spot on the platform where he knew the doors would open and could therefore be the first on the carriage and be first to find his free seat at the far end.  5 years of commuters´ experience at least had some advantages.  Reading the daily newspaper as a typical Brit on the train allowed his eyes to avoid the embarrassment of accidently crossing with anyone else´s on the train.  So he pretended to read when really he felt like going back to sleep with the gentle rocking of the train.  Marble Arch was his destination that took him to his law firm.  This comfortable job made him a nice income, enough to enable him to live comfortably with his girlfriend in their 2 bedroom flat in Wimbledon.  A ten minute walk to the underground couldn´t be complained at since it was a nice enough walk; pleasant suburban streets laden with greenery and trees that evoked a feeling of quiet neighbourhood pleasantries. It was your average well off middle class area that was fairly popular among those who desired a touch of class whilst claiming to live in London… despite houses costing a small mint. Working hard enough and landing yourself a well-paid job could possibly enable a couple to buy a small flat that would profit as an investment. That´s how it was in London; lots of jobs at a huge price.  But Jason didn´t know any better.  For him he was living the life and doing pretty well for himself.  He had a very respectable job, lived in a very respectable area of one of the largest capitals of the world and had a partner who thought the world of him.

´Charring Cross´; Jason leapt out of his seat and rushed towards the exit for the underground.  Walking at a brisk pace – trying not to look as though he was running – he found himself at the circle line platform and had one minute to wait for the train.  As did all the other fifty thousand commuters.  Then Jason thought, as he did everyday on his way to work, ´Is this really the life? Have I really spent my life studying and living to become this? One in millions who goes to and fro to work every day to live in a small flat and go out occasionally? ´

Jason had many friends who did the same as him.  They were now scattered across London and had their own partners and jobs and with whom he would occasionally meet up. Which was mostly on weekends if they were free and not busy with work or girlfriends´ friends but it´s not as though they featured strongly in their lives any more… at least not in the way they had when they were students.

Finding a seat at the back of the carriage was always a good bet.  He routinely whipped out his insanely large newspaper and wondered why they made them so big.  ´Tradition´, he thought.  Despite the awkwardness of having to fold the paper and having to have the technique of doing this without hitting the person next to you, they still continued to make them huge.

Then from the corner of his eye a light caught his attention.  Not thinking anything of it he quickly turned back to the weather forecast in the paper; raining….as usual.  Again the twinkling caught his eye and he noticed a young tanned lady with a low cut shirt, wearing a shiny necklace with a star.  There was no reason for Jason to think anything of it except that it made an imprint in his mind.  It was almost like a déjà vu. He had seen that somewhere before.  He tried to stop himself from staring, not wanting to make the lady feel awkward, who unusually wasn´t hiding her head in a book or newspaper.  ´She must be foreign´ he thought.  You could always tell the ones who had lived here so long that they adopted the commuter behavior and those who were just visiting or hadn´t lived in London for too long.  They were the ones who dressed a little differently or had tans or simply had other mannerisms; like not shying away from eye contact.  They were the interesting ones Jason thought; he was always attracted to intrigue.

The star kept twinkling, and he found himself staring.   

He suddenly remembered the dream from last night:  It was dark and windy in the countryside and Jason was looking up towards a hilltop.  A lady dressed in a dark cloak and a hood over her head was holding up a metallic star towards the moon. The star featured strongly in the dream and shone brilliantly reflecting the moonlight.  The star had five points and was very distinctive.

¨Mind out! ¨ a voice called out.  Jason wasn´t looking where he was going and bumped into a man on this busy Regent Street.  His office wasn´t far now, having travelled all across London so early in the morning.  But this was just a typical journey he took every day.  There was some sort of commotion around Marble Arch.  It looked like a protest of some sort.  Perhaps about the war that everyone opposed.

Jason wanted to find out exactly what was going on and approached the scene.  There were 50 or 60 people shouting with banners; No to War!!

The police hadn´t arrived yet but as soon as they did they would surely surround and contain them.  But the protesters caused no harm.  They would get a few second viewing on the local news no doubt and then everyone would probably forget about it. 

¨Watch out! ¨ grumbled another voice next to him as he bumped into yet another person that morning.  When Jason turned around the man had gone. Jason was now standing directly under the Arch at Marble Arch and started to feel giddy as he looked up.  Suddenly another flashback sprung into his mind.  The arch in his dream.  The portal that transported him to the mound where he had seen the mysterious woman in a cloak holding a sacred star.  This was as if he was having a déjà vu but even more vivid and striking.  The feeling was like no other.  A rush of adrenaline raced through his body and a sense of excitement and awe took him over. 

The lady with the star was in the distance but it was as if Jason was flying.  He was flying so fast now that he stood instantly before this enchanted woman.  They stood facing each other.  She began to whisper to him.  He could hardly hear her.  The whispers grew louder, but still they were illegible.  The frustration took him over and suddenly he screamed with fury. I can´t hear you!

The lady, completely startled, disappeared.  Jason was left there on the mound with nobody but his echo.  I can´t hear you!, I can´t hear you! His voice faded and he fell to the ground with anguish.  What went wrong? He thought to himself.  Why did she go?  A little voice replied, Never get angry at Venus!

What?, Who?

There was no reply.  Jason stood up.  He looked around in desperation.  He was alone, cold, and the wind was bustling.  Now he started to be afraid.

The fear transported him back to his known reality.  Back to the demonstration with all the crowds, waving banners and protesting against the war.  But Jason felt that this reality was all meaningless.  He was disorientated and needed to escape the arch.  As soon as he walked out onto the street he felt a sense of calm. There were huge crowds appearing to see the protest but still Jason was relieved not to be standing under the arch anymore.  It was as if a weight had been lifted off him and he could now see the sky again.  Well, if rain clouds could be mistaken for sky.  The forecast was rain and of course the sky was grey, but Jason was happy to be walking on his way to his job and the security of his routine.  However, in the back of his mind he wanted to know about this adventure he had just experienced.  What did it mean?  Was it just some strange hallucination he felt among the crowds that he panicked perhaps?  That wasn´t like him though.  He never feared crowds of people.  He was used to commuting and trains and undergrounds in rush hour.  No, there had to be more to this.

There had to be some meaning to this sensation he had just experienced. Well, he brushed it aside for now and would address it later.  He could ask his girlfriend. After all, she was the advisor in their relationship to such unexplained phenomenon and would relish the delight of such a mysterious occurance.

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