The Time Travel Agency had a vital mission to increase the positive vibrational frequency of our time. This work is done by twin flames when they meet. Since many twin flames are incarnated on earth in different time periods, it became the Agency’s mission to connect people to their twin flame from another time period. The positive vibrations will increase exponentially and finally counteract the negative energy in the current time.
It took at least a week to get ready for the trip. Each person had to meet with the counselors to be evaluated, learn about culture and history. It was also necessary to meet with a doctor to have a complete physical and to have shots protecting us against the various diseases of the era we were traveling to. In addition, each traveler needed to research
specific places, meet with teachers to learn speech patterns, language usage, and manners, and receive lessons on clothing and hair styles. In addition, a personal stylist met with the women to pick new glasses frames, learn makeup tips and have their hair cut in the historical way. The personal stylists had been employed at the movie studios. They needed new work, however, since much of their old work is now replaced by CGI technology.
The Agency also determined after the styling how old you would “be”. [The Agency determined after the first travelers entering the past returned that people’s ages need to be adjusted. Our current methods of diet and general health make us look much younger than we actually are when compared to people several generations ago.]
The Agency also suggested that people work on their own research before signing up. Some of us have done deeper research on some of the people we were hoping to meet once we’ve arrived to our planned destination. Of course, the Agency didn’t tell us who they believed our twin flame was, since only twin flames know for certain that they are linked.
Overall, the Time Travel Agency made sure there were safety nets in place, so that peoples’ lives in the past were not adversely change or affected by these temporary visitors. It also worked on ensuring that the travelers were safe and undetected by the people who populated the time period they traveled to. After all, twin flame work was not understood by many in the past, and it could jeopardize both the travelers and the mission if they were detected. Part of how this was done was that they didn’t allow several people who were interested or traveling to the same time period travel together.
So, here I am, Leora Benson, Agency-determined age of 35, traveling alone to Hollywood, California, Fall 1932. The travel destination was a special “safe house” that was set up by the Time Travel Agency to be the time traveler’s place of residence. It appeared to be an ordinary boarding house; of course the boarding house owner is an agent with the travel agency.
After spending at least 12 hours napping, the recommended way to acclimate to the weather and air, I woke up and sat up in my brass bed, stretched and walked across the room to wash my face in the small basin on the table. I found the antibiotic prescription left for me, and took the prescribed dosage. After washing up, I got dressed, which took me longer than I figured because of buttons on my dress and putting my stockings with garters on straight.
I quietly slipped downstairs for breakfast and ate a hard boiled egg and toast and glanced at the newspaper being passed around the table. The other boarders didn’t seem to notice me; they talked amongst themselves or read the paper.
After my meal, I stepped outside and looked at my map. I walked down the street towards the temp worker agency the Time Travel Agency. The T. T. Temp Agency (TTTA) was set up as a way for travelers to earn money, interact with society and potentially connect with their twin souls while they were visiting. The Hollywood studios considered temps from TTTA highly skilled, knowledgeable and hard working.
After my skills were tested by the TTTA, they told me the 3 jobs they had available. While I read the descriptions, the placement worker went and talked with her colleague who just took a new phone order. They both came over to me and said, “We just received a call and a secretary is needed immediately.
They handed me a public transport schedule, the address and fare for the Yellow Car and sent me on my way without telling me anything else about the new assignment. On the way to the Yellow Car stop, I found a newsstand and picked up the current issue of Time Magazine. It caught my eye since my favorite comedy team was on the cover. After paying for it, I slipped it into my satchel to read later, since the Yellow Car had arrived.
Within 15 minutes, I arrived to the small office building off of a residential street. I really didn’t have time to even be nervous about this surreal situation. I snapped into my routine temp worker mode and walked in, quiet, humble, and polite.
I entered the building and am surprised to find a paper trail of letters strewn on the floor. Automatically, I crouched down and picked up each letter, following the trail and collecting the letters down a hallway on my hands and knees. Due to the overwhelming number of letters, I hadn’t read who they were to. I’m so involved in taking the letters from the floor that I
didn’t hear a door opening at the end of the hall.
I adjusted my wire-rim glasses, since I’m still getting used to them. I picked up another letter in front of me and then turned around to gather some I missed behind me. I heard a clear baritone voice ask, “Can I help you?” This startles me and a few letters go flying out of my left hand.
I looked up, quite embarrassed, and am met with the kindest eyes and smile I’ve seen. The man in the door is dressed in a nice suit, shirt and tie. His face was familiar even without his stage wig. He quickly moved down the hall, picked up the spilled letters and helped me up in
one quick swoop. He touched my shoulder and I felt a strange shock on my upper arm that took my breath away. “Thank you,” I said inaudibly.
He shepherded me towards the door; “The temp agency said they’d send someone right away and we’ve wondering what happened. Come in, meet my brothers and get settled in before we gather the rest of the letters.”
I couldn’t help but be stunned and speechless as Art Archer (of the famous comedic brothers) directed me into the office.
To be continued...
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