CIA Memories
By Jon
Rappoport
Fiction
Memo: July 7, 2053
Dear All:
I am
shifting identities, and each identity carries its own time signature. Obviously, I have many legends and cover
stories I developed over the years in the Agency. At some point, the covers began to take on
new force. They ceased being simple
disguises. They penetrated past and
future. This is a theatrical
quality. For example, I found myself
reading documents which hadn’t yet been written.
I don’t
think I’ll be coming back to this place, Earth, after I leave. I don’t think so. I don’t know where I’ll go, but it won’t be
here. There is one thing I need to do
while I’m still around. I need to sever
my last connection. That connection has
to do with secrets. Secrets still
fascinate me. So I’ll have to take the
lid off and go down that hole into the massive cave and spill all I find
there. Some secrets are quite
complicated. That’s not a problem. I’m ready.
I’m ready to deliver those messages.
For example, the one about the person who thinks he is me, who imitates
me, who accesses records about me, in order to build his legend. I assume he is the current working CIA
Director, posing as me. I would pose as
me, too, if I could. After all, I have a
great deal of knowledge. I’m rather
handsome. I’m facile. My enemies fear me. Most of you don’t know this, but at the
Agency we have a number of doubles who are posing as employees. Don’t ask me where the actual employees have
gone. I don’t know. I don’t keep track of that. Apparently, someone wants to take over the
Agency and is doing so at a slow pace.
Replace an agent here, an agent there.
On the other hand, and this is what really interests me, the replacement
program could stem from the desire to improve the Agency. Bring in new and improved doubles, as an
upgrade. Produce androids. This is the future. Suppose, one day, you’re walking around and
you see a person who looks exactly like you buying bread in a shop. You approach him and engage him in
conversation. You discover he knows
everything you know. But he knows it
with more clarity. He’s integrated. He’s
more agile. You’re no longer useful,
pragmatically speaking. You’re out. In an instrumental society, you’re
defunct. You have to go somewhere
else. You have to start over. You’re cut loose. You don’t need to consider your obligations.
That’s where
I am now, except I’m confined. But that
will end. I’m not unhinged. I’m lucid.
And I consider my options. When I
was in my office at Langley, behind my desk, acting as Director every day, I
made sure conflicting messages were broadcast in the press. This is the straightest path to sowing confusion
in the public mind. Confusion leads to
despair, and despair leads to inaction.
Does that sound like the work of a crazy man? I knew exactly what I was doing. Just as I do now. Think about it. I can communicate with you, my top people at
the Agency, can’t I? They can’t stop
me. So I’m still the de facto Director
of the CIA. They may have my double over
there sitting in my chair, but I supersede him.
He thinks he’s me, but I know I’m me.
Remember
when we got rid of Nixon? We worked
through our cutout at the FBI, and he worked with Woodward. Woodward peeled away the layers of the onion
on that story. But the whole story was
already in the bag. It was a preordained
conclusion that Nixon would leave the White House. We had to make it look like an investigation,
a sequence. We do that for the rubes and
yokels. We give them sequence, but time
is already collapsed. We work with time,
ladies and gentlemen. That’s our
forte.
With JFK, we
were aiming for shock value. The sudden
explosion of a shot, to induce public trauma.
But with Nixon, we spread it out.
We can go either way. We
destabilize. That’s one of our primary
missions. They’ve tried to destabilize
me, but they’ve failed. I’m stronger
than ever. The psychiatrists at this facility
think they’re experts at creating imbalance, but they don’t have a clue who
they’re dealing with. From the
beginning, I was suckled on an unpredictable nipple…
Above all,
we must remember, when we’re fighting enemies, they are the people to whom we
gave life. We invented them. We brought them up. If we lose that knowledge, we lose
everything.
We turn out
reality. We make it up. Through our agents and assets and cutouts, we
disseminate the truth as we create it.
If we say the sky is falling, the sky is falling, even if it isn’t. We have the means to build a world, a
universe. Why wouldn’t we build it? Should we shrink back from our duty? There is no actual world. It’s an indefinable mix of people and
events. It has no form. We give it form. We give it meaning. It’s not our fault that people can’t achieve
that on their own. Remember, when the
ancient Roman Empire was crumbling, because it couldn’t control all the
territory it was conquering, it changed course.
It decided to shape a Church that would construct a cosmic order
according to a story line it invented.
It would thus control minds. That
was the great change. Why use armies
when words and pictures and theatrical presentations shape thought itself? We are our own Church. We still use political subversion and force,
but on the whole we are dealing with mental processes. We slip in unnoticed and re-constitute belief
and opinion and perception.
Given enough
time, and adequate personnel, we could convince the population that the world
is made of jelly beans. Why not? Atoms, electrons, protons, nuclei,
quarks--all dead, all in motion according to inexorable laws. They therefore eliminate the possibility of
consciousness. It’s already a jelly bean
cosmology…
(Jon Rappoport
ran for a Congressional seat in 1994. He
knows something about politics. He has
worked as a freelance investigative reporter for 36 years. His website is www.nomorefakenews.com)
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