The story first begins in a publication of the Northern Midwest Meditation Manual (1947 edition). There was an article located on the 2nd to last page written by Tom Gathess which laid out the future of the one they called Branst. The article foretold the majesty that would breathe into the souls of men & women in the year 2015. Most who read the article were unable to embrace it's contents as fact and dismissed it as Science Fiction. Little did they know that they had just peeked into the future of the world and the future of themselves. As a side note, the full article cannot be posted here as it violates the terms secretly embedded within the Bible.
Fast forward to September 3, 1993...A plumber by the name of Ellis Waymilk was taking a stroll down a path that he had walked every single night for the past 12 years. It was going to be another ordinary night or so he thought... 3/4 of the way down the path, he noticed something that he had never noticed before, there was a swing affixed to a large oak tree about 100 feet away from where he was. He couldn't believe he had never noticed the tree swing before let alone this large oak tree in the middle of a field with no other trees in sight. He started to rub his eyes to make sure that he wasn't seeing things. Upon opening his eyes again, the tree swing was still there, swaying in the subtle wind. Ellis wasn't an adventerous man nor a person who would do something out of what he normally does but the tree swing intrigued him. For the first time in 12 years, Ellis left behind his familiar path and treaded into unknown territory. As he walked towards the swing, the night seemed to get darker and darker. He started to increase his pace so he can get to the swing while there was still light out for him to see. You might think Ellis had some fear rushing through him by this point but what he was feeling was the complete opposite. He had a feeling inside of him that he had not felt since he was a young boy.
Ellis approaches the swing calmly. He first brushes his hand down the rope of the swing and then pats his hand against the wooden seat. It has been over 30 years since he was last on a swing. In fact, the last time he was on a swing, his wife, who is now deceased, was the one pushing him from behind. He slowly sits down on the seat and takes a large breath. A surge of happiness and sadness roll into him at once. The happiness culled from lost memories of when he was a child and sadness due to the love of his life who is no longer with him. As he starts to step back to begin his swing, he notices something covered up in the dirt. He immediately gets off the swing and goes towards this mysterious item. He rapidly sweeps dirt off to his right to reveal what is hidden beneath. On first glance it appears to be some old magazine article but upon further inspection, it was not just an old magazine article, it was the key to life.
More to come...
