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The Man Who Saw Tomorrow


When I was a still in grade school, I watched on Betamax the documentary “The Man Who Saw Tomorrow”, which made me so afraid of the predicted events.It was narrated by Orson Wells which made it even more scary. They made it sound like it was really going to happen. And since I had an uncle who was into jetfighters and military technology, I was very much aware of the threat of ICBM’s and nuclear winter.

It’s funny how every time some mad leader from the Middle East says something against the West and then actually does something about it, I’d think that “He must be the Anti-Christ!” And I’d check if he’d be seen wearing a blue turban, or blue cap, or blue beret, or a blue hat.

Quaddafi, Saddam, and now Bin Laden. Will the real Anti-Christ please stand up. They are the modern day Boogey Men who hide bombs in our closets.

It’s funny how people scramble to decipher the enigmatic writings of a Frenchman who supposedly predicted his own death, thus proving to people that he could see into the future.

Nostradamus wrote his predictions in quatrains to hide the fact that he making predictions, so that he wouldn’t be prosecuted and executed of practicing witchcraft and black magic. And so people attempt to interpret and translate his quatrains. Makes you wonder if they’re forcing his enigmatic writings to describe what’s happening today.

Nostradamus mentioned a great war happening in 1999 and we thank God that that prediction did not come true. Then again, maybe he just got his number all jumbled up.

Back in high school, one of the guys came up with a story, on how the young Nostradamus came upon a dying man—who was actually a time traveler from the future, who gave Nostradamus a small computer that contained the entire history of the world and the Nostradamus was actually just trying to describe what he was seeing and reading in that computer.


I stayed home till 2pm watching the footage in different channels. It was unbelievable. The destruction. The senselessness of it all. One of the guys in the egroups was saying that such scenes were only imaginable in comic books and Hollywood movies. Which is probably why it all seems so unbelievable. Because we usually associate such scenes to fantastic stories.

When I got to the office, I quickly checked email, and my cousin in New York said she was okay. Got a text message from a friend who’s studying in New York, and he’s okay too. Still waiting for word from other guys who we think are in the city.

It was sad to see a mother retell her conversation with her son who was in one of the planes that crashed into the World Trade Center.

It was interesting to see teachers try and answer the questions of children on “Why did this happen? How could it happen? Will it happen again?” The Boogey Man is out there and the children of America, as well as the whole world, are afraid of what will happen next.

God help us all.


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