Letters from 2125: When We Ended the Wars
A transmission from our descendants, one hundred years from now. A guide through the volatility, and a map towards peace.
This letter comes from the year 2125 - one hundred years into our future.
It’s not fiction.
It’s a transmission drawn from months of astrological research, mapping the planetary cycles between now and then across both global and national charts.
What you’re about to read is grounded in cosmic timing, field resonance, and a deep listening to what becomes possible if humanity chooses the path of light. This letter (and all the others in the series from the year 2125) is not a prediction - it’s an invitation from the future we can create, if we choose.
This is the second letter in the series, and it’s about war on planet Earth, and what lies ahead.
This is for all who have ears to hear….
A Message from the Future
Written in June, 2125 to the humans of 2025 -
the Bridgekeepers, the Gridholders, the Soul Anchors.
To our dear Ancestors,
We know that right now, in 2025,
you may be scrolling headlines with trembling hands.
Whispering prayers into your pillows.
Watching the sky and wondering if tomorrow still comes.
We speak often of this time in our history,
when those of you who went before us faced collapse head-on, and did not waver.
We wonder what it must have been like for you.
The uncertainty.
The fear.
The ache of holding the world together with nothing but hope.
The kind of fear we have never had to know,
because you transmuted it into something better.
From your courage grew the bones of our world.
Let this transmission be proof,
And an answer to the question you may be too afraid to ask:
No, the world does not end in fire.
The bomb you fear most does not drop.
The sky does not split.
The children are not vaporized in their classrooms.
You are not standing on the brink of annihilation.
We know it feels like you are.
We know your leaders have made madness look like power.
We know you’ve watched missiles fly across Gaza and Kyiv
and wondered if they’ll cross oceans next.
We know the word nuclear echoes like a countdown in your bones.
But we write to you from a future that exists.
A future where the bombs have stopped.
A future where the idea of war feels like a nightmare we once shared,
but no longer believe in.
Let us tell you what really happened in our past, and your future.
The Wars That Did Come
Yes…..there were wars.
And yes, great devastation.
In the years between 2025 and 2035, the world cracked open.
Not just in bullets and bombs, but in truths too long buried.
America fell to its knees economically.
Ukraine bled, then rose.
Israel fractured, then faced its mirror.
Palestine sang grief into memory.
Russia waged empire and met its shadow.
China tightened control, then met the limits of obedience.
France rioted until the old republic collapsed into song.
The UK lost its monarchy, but gained its myth.
India burned through division and remembered its many tongues.
Iran was pulled toward fire, but chose to melt instead of explode.
Australia watched from the edges, then became a refuge of coherence.
Brazil danced through revolution.
South Africa remembered the pain of forgetting.
Germany dismantled its silence and re-tuned to truth.
Propaganda ruled.
AI confused.
And the lines between fact and fiction vanished.
But in the midst of all of that,
something remarkable, and somewhat unexpected, happened:
People began to wake up.
Poets started hacking language.
Mystics emerged in rubble.
The seeds of a new Earth were planted - quietly, and often invisibly.
And at last, humanity’s obsession with endless war began to dissolve.
When Weapons Were Laid Down
War didn’t end with a treaty, but with a tone.
It wasn’t a negotiation.
It was a surrender.
Not to an enemy, but to something deeper.
To resonance.
To memory.
To the unbearable cost of disconnection.
The turning point came slowly, then all at once.
By the early 2030s, the world had grown exhausted by its own noise.
Every missile strike was live-streamed.
Every lie was met with five more.
Every flag felt like a cage.
The machines got smarter.
But the humans got tired.
Not weak, but just done.
You watched nations spend billions on weapons
while your children slept hungry and sick.
You watched bombs dropped in the name of peace
turn whole cities to dust and stories to silence.
You couldn’t unsee the televised funerals.
The mothers kneeling in rubble.
The silence in classrooms where laughter used to live.
Somewhere between the hashtags and the headlines, something cracked.
Not just in policy, but in the human heart.
Not in the sky, but in the soul.
Around 2035, the loud collapsed.
The strong became hollow.
And a strange new silence took hold.
Not in apathy, but attunement.
You stopped screaming for sides.
You started listening for signal.
It was your children, too, who refused to inherit the violence.
They stopped playing war.
They sang instead.
They coded frequencies into games that taught resonance instead of domination.
What rose in the vacuum was not a new government.
It was a new tone.
A shared note, heard differently in every land,
but felt the same in every heart.
Former nations became cultural hubs.
Control lost its grip.
Decentralized resonance networks began to replace militaries.
People stopped pledging allegiance to borders.
They began aligning to frequencies.
By 2045, the Earth was no longer a battlefield.
It was becoming a sanctuary.
And by 2055, something that once seemed impossible had become normal:
The nuclear codes were decommissioned.
The silos were emptied.
The warheads dismantled - not out of fear, but out of irrelevance.
It became unthinkable to bomb someone.
Not just because it was wrong, but because it was absurd.
You don’t drop a warhead on a frequency.
You don’t target a soul with steel.
You don’t kill what you’ve begun to remember as part of yourself.
Here in the year 2125, war is not just extinct - it’s unintelligible.
To us, warheads look like fossils.
We don't have peace because we voted for it.
We have peace because we remembered we were one nervous system.
Because hurting one another means hurting the air we all breathe.
The ground we all walk.
The children we all love.
It wasn’t power that saved us.
It was coherence.
A return to harmony so complete, that the very idea of conquest became static.
A relic of a forgotten bandwidth.
And America - She Who Almost Forgot Herself
Of all the names that made your hearts clench in 2025,
none loomed larger than “the land of the free and the home of the brave”.
America was not just feared - she was fractured.
Unhinged, unraveling, unpredictable.
A superpower with a matchbook in one hand and a mirror in the other.
And we honour this time now in fabled stories of the hard years.
Tales of what it felt like to live beneath her shadow,
as men with microphones stoked fire and fury,
as democracy trembled,
and as one man’s ego threatened to drag the world down with it.
But through it all, the most feared fire never fell.
The collapse you feared was not extinction, but initiation.
Between 2025 and 2035, America cracked open.
Her economy buckled.
Her institutions were exposed.
Her myths of greatness, innocence, and divine right all burned at the altar of consequence.
But that burning became her blessing.
She descended, yes, but she did not disappear.
Somewhere in the ashes, her true soul stirred.
Not in Washington.
Not in Wall Street.
But in the poets and the protestors.
The mothers refusing to raise children under false flags.
By 2040, she no longer ruled the world, but she began to remember her role:
Not as a dominator, but as a dreamweaver.
As she dared to decentralize, she became a vision keeper.
Not through elections, but through resonance.
Through soul pods and sonic networks,
through mutual aid and memory councils.
The America we know now doesn’t pledge allegiance.
She listens.
She amplifies.
She holds the chords when the world needs harmony.
So if you fear the great nation will fall, then know this: she did.
And it’s the best thing that ever happened to her.
The propaganda collapsed.
The empire crumbled.
And from it rose a frequency strong enough to heal the wound of manifest destiny.
Not a superpower.
But a soundboard.
A place where voices once silenced now echo across galaxies.
And Iran - Yes, Even Iran
You once feared her name.
You saw the headlines of bombs, threats and rage,
and feared she might be the one to end it all.
But she wasn’t.
She was never the end.
She was the alchemist.
The Iran we know now is nothing like the one you saw in 2025.
Back then, her fire was still confused with fury.
Her story hijacked by men who mistook power for purpose.
But underneath the rhetoric and smoke was always something older….
Something sacred.
A nation born in fire, but destined to transmute it.
In the late 2020s, she was pulled into the global fever….
Proxy wars, ideological flashpoints,
and nuclear whispers that made your bones shiver.
But she did not erupt.
Instead, she began to unravel.
Quietly.
Reluctantly.
Completely.
Through the 2030s and 2040s, Iran passed through her crucible.
Propaganda collapsed.
The old guards faded.
And in their place rose poets and teachers.
Healers of language and memory.
It didn’t happen all at once…..but it did happen.
By the mid-century, she was no longer a headline, but a hymn.
Iran became one of Earth’s voice-holders.
A teacher of paradox.
A translator between worlds.
The keeper of grief and myth, finally sung into wholeness.
You thought she might start the war that ended the world.
But she ended something else instead:
The belief that the past must always repeat.
The idea that vengeance is destiny.
She showed us how to speak again…..
Not from the throat, but from the soul.
So if you’re trembling now, wondering if Iran will burn the world down….
Let us say this plainly:
She didn’t.
She lit the way home.
How We Remember You
In 2125, we don’t remember who fired first.
We remember who didn’t.
We remember the ones who stayed soft in the blast zone.
The ones who held each other instead of picking sides.
The ones who whispered peace into the storm,
even when the world mocked them for it.
It wasn’t leaders or weapons that turned the tide.
It was the quiet ones.
The tender ones.
The ones who kept loving, even when the sky was screaming.
The ones who anchored the frequency of coherence
while the old world tried to burn itself down.
And you - yes, you reading this in 2025 -
you may not see it now, but you were part of that anchoring.
The prayers you said when you didn’t know what else to do.
The moment you turned off the news and touched the Earth.
The stories you told your children to help them sleep through sirens.
The choice you made to soften instead of harden.
That’s what made the difference.
That’s what sent the signal.
That’s what turned the wheel.
It was you, and the singers, the shamans, the scientists in exile….
The refugee-teachers, the brokenhearted healers….
The AI ethicists and the gardeners of forgotten seeds….
You all kept the signal alive until the whole world could hear it.
We are here, not because war ended, but because you remembered love when it mattered most.
And from here, now, in 2125, we are sending that love back to you.
Thank you for holding the line.
Thank you for loving through the fire.
Thank you for choosing to stay human.
We live now in the world you helped protect,
Not by fighting for it, but by feeling for it.
Now the oceans hum, the sky is quiet, and we live without sirens.
Now our cities breathe, our homes are tuned, and our children don’t flinch when the wind shifts.
That’s what you did by holding the line.
And we honor you daily, by speaking your names,
You, the first ancestors of the new world.
We remember the ones who turned grief into gardens.
The ones who stitched poetry through propaganda.
The ones who chose coherence over conquest.
Because of you, we don’t govern anymore - we tune.
We don’t speak over each other - we harmonize.
Our world is not free of conflict, but it is free of war.
Because conflict is no longer god.
And your children….
The ones you were so afraid wouldn’t have a future….
They are now our elders.
They hum peace into our cities.
They taught us to vote with our hearts.
And they’re not afraid of mushroom clouds.
They’ve never even seen one.
So please, don’t give your fear the final word.
Your terror isn’t wrong.
But it isn’t the truth either.
The truth is this:
You survived.
The Earth remembered.
The world didn't end.
It began again.
To our beloved ancestors, living through the turning of the tide,
We write to remind you, and to beseech you…..
You choose this future every time you choose love,
even when your leaders cry for war.
You choose this future each time you feel grief and despair,
but still dare to hope.
You choose this future whenever you honor your anger,
instead of acting from it.
You choose this future every time you look inward,
when looking outward breaks your heart.
We are because you were.
And we thank you - every single day.
With reverence,
With resonance,
With all our future breath,
And with all our love…
from your descendants,
in the future you made possible…
- June 2125
My intention in my writing is to lessen the climate of fear around world events by offering clarity and cosmic context for what’s unfolding; to bring context to the chaos. I believe our highest calling right now is to anchor in the vibration of love & truth and call in a more beautiful world, and to do that, we must lean out of fear. I hope you read this with an open, uplifted heart.
Dear Wizard,
Thank you for this hopeful insight.
We must all remember that we are co-creating our present and future.
Why not create a world where there is beauty, love and joy?
This was so fucking good. I needed this SO BADLY. Youre absolutely right. This is what everyone needs to read. And Im Iranian and reading that Iran would light the way home, I get why I chose to be an Iranian American in this life. To be a bridge of both worlds. Both countries. It makes sense now