Knowledge is power, so they say; power to control the seemingly arbitrary machinations of fate.
It’s knowledge that I’m seeking now as I stand here masquerading as a woman in a burqa, anonymous in a crowd of thousands of disgruntled workers protesting outside the Suez Canal Authority headquarters.
They don’t know that it’s not a phone or a compact video camera that I’m holding in my hand.
They don’t know that I’m not from around these parts.
The readings on the instrument I’m holding probably wouldn’t make sense to them, but they’re all too clear to me. In the figures and symbols I see eddies and whorls of energy converging, dimensional boundaries overlapping…and this is happening exponentially faster with each passing moment.
A paradigm shift.
I wasn’t expecting this to happen for a while; I haven’t had time to prepare for the arrival of my kinsfolk.