Chronicles From The Future: The amazing story of Paul Amadeus Dienach

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You don’t know it, but our love was not an ordinary love-story. We were still at school when we fell in love with each other. Since then I had been imagining her name next to mine… Talking about dollars keep in mind in what kind of societies we live in. We are divided in so many groups. People believe in a vast number of versions of God. Industries of Religions have been developed through the ages. That's a lot of money! lot's of people 'see' things while in coma's, ... they all 'see' (dream) according to their own personal individual beliefs and own personal individual imaginations, influenced by sci-fi and what they read and watch on tv and have stored in their thoughts" Your information, including Personal Data, may be transferred to — and maintained on — computers located outside of your state, province, country or other governmental jurisdiction where the data protection laws may differ than those from your jurisdiction.

And so I did it, making sure not to change any of the content, but filtering out irrelevant notes pertaining to Dienach’s early life and emphasizing his experience of the future, but in a simpler language and without the gaps that Dienach’s narration had. One morning I received a letter from my mother. Anna’s brother had been looking for me. I met with him. He asked for my help. They still hadn/t managed to convince her to marry that man. “Have you ever thought about how you/re going to live, in what conditions? What do you have to offer her?” he asked me. I asked him to leave, cursing him, and then I went home and wept, for I had offended someone she so dearly loved. Our secret happiness lasted several months. I do not recall what season it was. Did other people talk about us? I don’t recall that either. The only thing I do recall is you. My every future plan, my every thought, my every hope was formed by you, and took your form. I reminded him of my old thought and my disrespectful conclusions and I assured him that I don’t share the same point of view with my old self anymore. At the same time, however, I felt like I had no right to talk to him more clearly. He seemed very excited that faith had spoken to me.So, all those thoughts, concepts, secret societies with supposed secret hidden knowledge and beliefs are not new, just flooding the books, films, press and beliefs today, somewhat guiding society into a false paradigm and narrative to push humanity into the future others imagined; just a form of social engineering. It is always done the same way. Many dreams (coma or not) seem real enough but most people wake up and realize dream fantasy from reality. Wishing for, desiring to be true, isn't time travel reality. However, people are free to stuff into their heads and believe whatever they wish, blurring fantasy with reality, absorbing tales of a (perhaps far distant) future or event which no one can prove. It's exactly like the assorted, can't be proved (usually about aliens) beliefs while attempting to reconstruct our pre-history past. A lot of conjecture, theory, supposition, mix of beliefs and great error in not knowing provable history and great error connecting the dots. No one can prove one ounce of it but there are endless programs on Discovery, Sci-fi & History channels, many books are written and more theories are formulated on a wrong foundation that cannot be proven. The real protagonists of this amazing, true story are two persons: Paul Amadeus Dienach, the author, and the man who claimed to have lived in the future; and George Papahatzis, Dienach’s student of German language studies to whom he left his notes - the diary you hold in your hands today. After making the first acquaintances, let's start unravelling their story step-by-step. These third parties have access to your Personal Data only to perform these tasks on our behalf and are obligated not to disclose or use it for any other purpose. Analytics Anna died two years after the wedding. She had started losing weight. Her husband said that neither would she listen to anyone nor was she cautious about her health. The physicians had told them that she shouldn’t get with child. She died before she could nurse her infant…

You have to remember: Paul Dienach was not an author, poet, or professional writer. Rather, he was an ordinary man who kept a journal of his unparallel fate, never with the expectation that it would be published. Oh my precious Ann... Forgive me. Why won’t I think of you more often? Why won’t your memory dominate my mind like it used to? But these incredible countries I went to, changed everything for me. Neither my little hometown nor my first love fit me anymore. That man who brought destruction into our lives and sent her to the grave never loved her! He never considered Anna his one and only, like I did. He never saw anything in her eyes.That man, who brought destruction into our lives and sent her to the grave, never loved her! He never considered Ann his one and only, like I did. He never saw anything in her eyes.