The Truth About Tomorrow…Love Letters From The Other Side.

August 5^th 1890 (Page Two)        

My darling Leah, they say time has a way of healing and over the past few days I have seen much of that to be true and I need you here as soon as possible. There are so many things taking place in your world as we speak that will forever change it as you know it. Within the next few years life for those whom are left will become a struggle beyond your wildest nightmares.  I imagine that you at this point aren’t putting much stock into what I say, but hopefully soon you will see the truth. I wish I could say more about the coming events and how I know of these things to be, but like this step into the past, you wouldn’t believe me now if I told you. I deliberately didn’t say anything about this to you in my first correspondence since I didn’t think you would believe it anyhow, but Leah, it is all true and I will do my best to convey  the urgency herein.

Do you remember how I told you that I came to be in the place that I am now? How that I  through some a freak occurrence in nature or by the unseen hand of something greater than us all I was able to make the shift between dimensions through a portal, or some type of doorway to the past? Well, sweetheart, that door swings both ways and briefly I found myself not in 1890, nor 2007, but 2025. I am unable at this point to be certain of the outcome of the things I saw and read during my brief junket into tomorrow, but you know how the bible talks of the days of sorrows. If those days are not the days of sorrows, then I truly do not want us to have to experience them. Briefly and I say this to you with a sad heart is this… what I saw when entering briefly into the hallway of tomorrow is a world at war.

I found myself standing in what used to be the woods where the old bridge is. Yet the woods or the bridge were no more. They had in a short period of time been turned into what one would call a housing development. The homes which at one point in time were of the higher end type homes had fallen into disrepair. They looked abandoned. In the driveways were rusting automobiles and the air was heavy and pungent. I noticed what looked like a newspaper tossing restlessly in the warm stinging wind at the end of one drive. I walked with anxiety and went over to retrieve it in hope of gaining a little insight of what was or has taken place.

The headlines from the paper dated February 1^st, 2025 floored me. There it was in bold print "Syria had nukes Israel, millions feared dead." President Chelsea Clinton was quoted as saying that “The United States will launch a full unadulterated retaliatory strike on Syria for its wanton destruction of Israel.”

As I read further on in the article I saw where China issued us a warning that if we took any action against Syria or any other nation that we would by them be dealt with in a most grievous manner.    

As you may imagine, I stood at the base of this driveway weeping. Lamenting for you; crying for our children and our children’s children.  I can just hope that you with my guidance will too see the signs of the worlds impending fate. I can at last say within my heart that the utter madness of our century is fading quickly into a part of me that I have for many years tried to bury.

 I can only tell you that this is why you must join me as soon as possible. It is here in this place that I have discovered a peace that I thought no longer existed. There is a gentleness of days here that transcend the boundaries of the imagination. Oh Leah, listen to me as I tell you of the joy we could find here together. Let’s just forget about the future and live in a place that will bring us peace for the remainder of our days. Oh baby, how I long to share this with you and hold you in my arms. To but taste of your lips once again and to walk hand in hand across these elysian fields that touch from horizon to horizon.

I know that this picture I am painting for you may seem too good to be true, and I in knowing you the way I do can almost hear your words when you say “if it seems too good to be true, then it probably isn’t.” Yet darling, it truly is the way I tell you. You will have to come and see for yourself and once you do, you will be as I am…hooked. I did tell you didn’t I that I found us a place to live, did I not? I know it’s not what you are accustomed to with all the modern gadgets, but it is incredibly beautiful. It consist of three rooms, a bedroom, a kitchen with a wood stove for cooking and a common room that we would today call a family room. As a big plus, there is a large wrap around porch complete with rocking chairs. In front of the house there is a small clearing of a yard that blends into a heavily forested area. Behind the house is a large pasture with a river snaking its way through it.

I know that you are saying that this all sounds great, but I know you and there is trepidation. You are so good at judging a sentence by what is not said, rather then on what is said, and yes, you are correct in that I did leave out a few minor details such as indoor plumbing. However, all in all, this is not too bad in that the outhouse and the well are within a short distance from the house. So please do consider my desire that you come to me. I will write you more tomorrow and include it in this package that I am putting together for you. Say you still love me, say you will come. I love you darling…I really do.

(Tossing letter to the floor)

“Ha! If you loved me you wouldn’t have done what you did, or appear to have done. And for all this impending doom talk, I think you are full of it…that’s what I think.”

(Phone rings)…….

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