This letter was discovered On 6th September, 2332. Elizabeth encrypted the time capsule to remain unopened for 250 years. She left instructions for this letter to be delivered to any living descendent, 18 years and old and over.

Sunday 6th September, 2082

My Dearest Descendants :

I write to you from 250 years ago. By now you are so different that I would hardly recognise you and you would hardly recognise me. But I would like to believe that despite this great ocean of time, we still have much in common as human beings.

I have seen so much change in my 82 years of life. I was born in a time shortly after the development of the personal computer and the internet. I lived through many of the great tragedies of the 21st century, including The Great Solar Storm’s of 2012 and 2056 and have seen much suffering. But I have also seen incredible advances in technology and spirituality.  I was blessed to have had alien contacts since I was a small child, well before it became a widely known phenomenon. And I was there when those who seeded life on our planet finally revealed themselves in 2065. But alas I am getting ahead of myself. I wish to go back to a time long ago, when I was much younger and graced with an innocence about the world and how it worked.

In 2012 I turned 12. I was what they called a millennium child. I was an only child and my parents were born shortly after the Vietnam War in the early 1970’s. My Mum worked as cleaner, although she had once been a famous ballet dancer. She broke her leg chasing me as I rode my first bike and she was never able to dance again. My Dad worked as a therapist, before he died in a car accident one night when he was coming home from work. I was only 13. Mum was heartbroken. Sometimes we would visit Dads tree next to the place where he died. Mum’s own father had died the year before I was born. One minute he was chasing the neighbours sheep off his property and the next he was huffing and puffing and sat down and died of a heart attack. Mum said that I was the light that took away her darkness. But after Dad died, Mum was never the same. She struggled for years to make sure that I always had enough and she always went without. She gave up everything for me. Dad’s mum Grandma Riley was still alive and she became our salvation. Every day she came to visit Mum and I without fail, always bringing some small wild flower or weed that she found on the side of the road. Although she didn’t have much, she gave whatever she could. She never asked for anything in return. Mum loved Grandma Riley, as if she was her own mother. And perhaps Grandma Riley loved Mum as her real daughter. After Dad died, she had no one else. So Mum and I became her family and she became ours. The 3 of us were always there for each other.

Later I went to university to study Gestalt therapy and Art. I followed in Dad’s footsteps and became a therapist working with Aboriginal children. When I was 21 I married Samuel and had a beautiful boy I named Alex. Five years later,  I left therapy heartbroken and feeling like a failure. The suffering I saw was immeasurable and yet each day, some small thing always brought a smile to my face. I had become a Buddhist and vowed each day to dedicate myself to easing the suffering of the world and all those who crossed my path. After I left therapy I studied modern history, before turning to teaching. I learned about the international problems facing the world from 1950-2025. I noted that in 2011 several nations began taking steps towards population control. Although China had had a workable 1 child policy for many years, it took a long time for other nations to follow. I learned about the great global warming movement and how dissension had been suppressed and how alternative models of climate behaviour, such as the solar and celestial dynamics model gained scientific support. I was shocked to see how easily Carbon Taxation had been integrated into public policy between 2012-2016, without any real discussion about its impact.  I recognised that there were also population scientists, who since the early 1960’s were talking about the carrying capacity of the Earth. They argued that the human population would one day swell to such a size that the Earth and her species would be overwhelmed by the demands required to support human beings.

As I was growing up, I could see Earth was in a bad way – with every conceivable environmental problem threatening the collapse of entire ecosystems and the greatest extinction of all. Somehow the message of pollution and the depletion of resources, became associated with anthropomorphic climate change. People fixed on the idea that carbon dioxide and other gases, heated the atmosphere and caused global catastrophes. Few could see that The Lord of Fire, the one who gave all life, was also the one who created climate on our little blue dot.  By linking climate change to all environmental problems, people ignored the fact that they were looking for happiness outside of themselves. They were looking for happiness in things. Things used resources, caused pollution and meant people worked harder. The need for happiness and the consumption chain that followed, were the real reason that humans changed the face of the planet. But the obvious was ignored by most.

The decade that I was a teenager, was very confusing !  I remember the Great Pandemics of 2012 and 2018 and The Great Solar Storm of 2012. They were never able to complete an accurate assessment of just how many people died but it was clear, that it was more than a billion. So many people died during The Great Solar Storm ! In America where the Continental Power Grid was wiped out for 18 months – they say that most people died within the first two weeks. Here in Australia, things were much better. People panicked but they found a way to come together. After the GSS, the Great Pandemics were a nightmare. The Great Pandemic of late 2012, caught most nations unprepared, especially America. But by the Great Pandemic of 2018, we had changed the way we looked at how safe we are as a species and most countries had National Emergency Management Plans. The Great Pandemics mostly affected affluent countries like Germany and America. Many people believed that microbes had been engineered by the powers that be, to specifically target those who caused the greatest burden to the planet. I don’t think we’ll ever know but I think it’s possible. Maybe we were like a giant parasite on the face of the planet and Earth herself said enough is enough. We were all terrified when the pandemics came through. No one felt safe but we were lucky in Australia that only a few thousand people died. No one ever figured out why. Some people thought we were naturally immune to the virus, as it lived in our soil.

The Great Pandemic of 2018 saw America bankrupt by Medicare and it’s monolithic health budget. This triggered the Global Depression of 2019, which ultimately led to formalised population controls. In the early 1990’s some population researchers suggested that  populations in 1st world countries, which usually fall across the Bell Curve, were skewing right, with larger numbers of old people – the so called ageing population. Most of these countries had declining birth rates and struggled to find sustainable mechanisms to encourage people to have children. Ultimately the population of many of these countries became skewed to the far right. With so few people actively working and paying taxes, governments extended retirement ages every few years. Meanwhile 2nd and 3rd world nations had the opposite problem – too many young people. But in time, as nations such as India, Indonesia and parts of Africa extended longevity, the same problems began to face these countries too. Grandma Riley used to say to me that population curves are like a plate of jelly they wobble everywhere and eventually break apart. In time I began to see that she was right. Entire nations collapsed under the stress of populations that defied the natural flow of the Bell Curve.

We first started hearing about euthanasia in 2012 and it began gaining popularity after the first Great Pandemic. There were so many people who just wanted the right to choose when and how they could die. Grandma Riley was the first person who ever talked openly about it to me. One day when I was breast feeding Alex and we were talking about Dad, Grandma just came right out with it

Elizabeth, I don’t want to rot away when I’m old. I want to die with dignity, when I want to die. Will you tell them that when the time comes ?

As a Buddhist I was really shocked. Life is sacred ! But this was a woman I loved, asking me help her fulfil her wish to die. I didn’t answer her that day and I cried all night.

In 2024 Denmark introduced legislation legalising familial euthanasia. In 2026 the Australian government followed. In an open letter to the people, the Prime Minister of Australia said that the Australia could not afford to support a large ageing population and that previous governments had introduced Carbon taxes to offset the health burden created by an ageing population. The government would use carbon revenue to make payments to families who wished to euthanase any family member who was aged, ill or incapacitated and incapable of living independently or make payments to the families of any person who wish to end their life. Despite great community division, the legislation was accepted and the first paid deaths occurred later that year.

In 2029 Grandma had a stroke and never recovered. Mum and I allowed Grandma to die and Mum was given $ 100,000. She shared most of it and bought some clothes and a new car. She had a life that she had never had before. Ten years later Mum developed an aggressive cancer. After the first dose of Ion Radiation, she declined treatment and fell into a deep depression. All she wanted was to be with Dad. Mum chose to die and I received enough money to clear all my debts from study and create a trust account for Alex. Mum’s death has given our family an easier life.

Tomorrow I am going to die. My life is complete and at it’s natural end. I am ready. And with my death, my son and his children will receive a little help for their journey through life. But more importantly, I will have taken responsibility for my burden on mother Earth.

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens - a time to be born and a time to die.

Ecclesiastes 3-1

Holy Bible.

All my love,

Elizabeth.

As I have niether of the above, I thought I would share it here...