Love Letters to the Postman


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This book is a dystopian steampunk romance involving angels, demons, powerful life lessons, finding one's passion in life, healing, forgiveness and letting go of one's fear. It's the Alchemist meets the Notebook in a steampunk universe. Can a lonely man overcome his own inner demons and embrace the pursuit of what God has ordained for his life?

With his former life no longer possible, Mark McLeod faces an uncertain future alone with little faith or hope as he finds God, his inner hero and other allies. He joins forces with celestial beings to assist humanity to reclaim their light against the Power Wolves and forces determined to dominate humanity. He struggles to find new love as he starts over and searches for meaning in life.

Mark and the Steam Angels learn of a plot to destroy New Philadelphia just as the post-Civil War reconstruction was getting far along in 1886. He later discovers that his role in this saga is far more than simply a brilliant inventor that his steampunk passion has shown him thus far. What kind of man is he when all the chips are down and failure is not an option?



This  book is  a transcription and compilation of notes, historical evidence   and interviews of eyewitness accounts of the events that transpired in the mid to late 1880sin the city of New Philadelphia.

Nobody is sure exactly what happened prior to the big event. Conversations and interactions are close representations based upon letters and interviews of the survivors. It is not important to know exactly who said what; what matters are the ideas and dreams of the forerunners and forefathers of the movement.

In every life, each person on Earth has a purpose. A divine message to share with the world in their own unique way. A divine light frequency. Everyone comes to Earth with lessons to learn and light to shine. It is through serving other people and opening our hearts that we learn from each other and about ourselves. The journey from darkness into light forces everyone to deal with inner wounds. We all become our own hero in our own story. Sometimes life places people in just the right place at just the right time and with just the right circumstances to catalyze  massive  change  in  the  world  around  them.  These

circumstances might change a heart or two about themselves along the way.

Despite its horrors and tragedy, war was an amazing way to advance technology. Countless new inventions were introduced first as military innovations before being developed elsewhere. This book is an account of just such a series of events.

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. This book is not intended to treat any illness but can provide research ideas for one’s own spiritual growth and discernment.


The old souls were among the very first to depart for Earth’s population and experimentation. They had a blank canvas on which to create, so naturally they took it upon themselves to have fun. What good is creation if you can’t have any fun while serving the Almighty?

The Celestials were an angelic race of higher- dimensional beings ranging anywhere from the seventh dimension to the thirtieth dimension. The older a soul gets in chronological age, the bigger, more complex and mature their appearance becomes. The celestial kingdoms were not created chronologically.

However, for accurate storytelling, we number them sequentially from 1 to 44. The accuracy of measuring the age of a soul in human terms is questionable, but we’ll try it.

The age of one cycle of existence for a soul is approximately 50,000 years. It’s similar to comparing dog years to a human lifespan. Therefore, a ten-year-old soul would be approximately 500,000 cycles old. We consider many of the angelic helpers currently incarnated on Earth right now to be old souls—those older than about twenty cycles. However, not all of them are old souls, as Earth is a school for all sentient life. All life and all beings inhabiting the planet are here to learn things unique to their existence and the life path that they’ve crafted for themselves. Even the Celestials are here to learn things to assist their growth and knowledge, just as the humans are.

When a being incarnates upon the Earth, certain lessons are agreed upon ahead of time to assist with that being’s growth. Some people call it multiple timelines and parallel existences. They are possible, as this world is free will-based. Things are determined before birth, or “pre-mortal.” There are infinite possibilities from every choice point. However, at some point, certain realities cannot continue. We deem these “orphaned timelines,” for lack of a better description. The ending of an evil person’s reign or even their rise to power is an example.

Timelines and their tampering are not something that can be taken lightly. The senior Angelics allow this gift is to be used only by trusted older souls. They usually limit souls that attempt to change events (or violate free will) in what they can do.


“It is time. They are ready. The timelines have matured sufficiently to provide proper guidance,” the Archangel Michael commanded.

“But Michael, I don’t understand. Many of these folks are despicable. Most of them are ignoramuses and the rest too stubborn and distracted to care. It will be another waste of time like the Dark Ages. Why bother?” Li Wei asked. “I was there. I should know. It took me two hundred years to convince them that wheels were round and that there was such a thing called germs.” Li and Michael both laughed.

“It has been decided,” Michael replied. “The timeline we have outlined for you has already been transmitted. I suggest you try to use more charm this time around. Your doubt merely begets more doubt and you push away the realities you wish to manifest. You know this; you’re an old soul, too.”

Indeed, in the celestial realms, time did not work the same as it did for the inhabitants of Earth.

Li nodded in acknowledgment Then he smiled and bowed respectfully. He gave Michael a big hug.

“I will do what is asked of me, as it is my honor to serve and become my best angelic self,” Li said.

“Good. Maybe this time you will get a graduation certificate and you could take your team with you!”

Angel humor was frequently not very subtle.


The Industrial Revolution was well underway, and steel, iron, brass and men ruled the day. However, this is also a parallel universe that is based upon a slightly different set of collective choices. Much is different from what many people would remember as historical. Alternative timelines in this story reflect a different path to technological acquisition. This is one possibility of mankind’s collective dreams and goals in the pursuit of greatness. Technology, when in the right hands, has always been a tool that humanity has used to achieve wonders and dreams.

“Tech Day” was an event in 1886 that offered a bold proclamation from the Power Wolves to the world. “Juice tech” was powered by a rare ore and refined by inventors around the country during the 1880s. One could condense it into three phases of matter: liquid, gas and plasma. It glowed blue  when  energized,  and  it  was  reusable  when  properly

processed in a lab environment. Tinkerers and inventors were always on the lookout for new and better ways to refine it, condense it, store it, sell it and use it in everyday applications, from powering a buggy to personal convenience appliances to wearable technology. Users of the technology frequently were seen a block away because of the telltale, bluish glow.

It was only a matter of time before humans would use its discovery for less than good intentions. Juice tech could be used in weapons just as easily as it could in lifesaving equipment. So it was up to the engineers and scientists to make sure it was used for the betterment of humanity. Wouldn’t it be unfortunate that during the 19th century, humanity might not be ready for this?

The outcome of the first American Civil War was far worse than anyone could have imagined. (There was another one later, but that would be covered in a future documentary.) Entire cities were decimated after nearly two decades of warfare, from 1861 to 1878. The battles kept sweeping northward, southward and westward as the North and South alternated winning and losing more battles. Foreign reinforcements rejuvenated both sides. The cities of Philadelphia, New York, Charleston, Baltimore, St. Louis, Phoenix, Milwaukee, Galveston, Carson City, San Francisco and Los Angeles all were destroyed during hostilities. Sometimes one city would change hands four times, as with Los Angeles among the North, the South and the independent Mexicans.

The introduction of new technology as time progressed in the Civil War revolutionized the lethality of weapons. Nearly 1.5 million people, mostly men, died during that timeframe. Four times as many innocent civilians were wounded or displaced as collateral damage. On a positive note, the reconstruction of the United States of America began immediately in 1879 upon the signing of the treaty that divided America into five bitter and war-weary enclaves: Jefferson in the Northwest, Washington in the mid-Atlantic, Texicana in the Southwest, Bostonia in the Northeast and Edison in the Midwest.


Coaltown, Pennsylvania, October 1884

It was a cold, clammy fall morning and the rain had simply resumed like it had so many times before. There wasn’t much going on in Coaltown those days outside of the mining industry. The leaves had already begun turning colors as October’s chill had already set in. That day, however, was special. Mark McLeod couldn’t help but recollect a recurring dream. It had to mean something! It wasn’t just some fantasy. He had seen himself as some kind of master at his craft so many times in his dreams that he had lost count.

Mark’s cart, complete with squeaky wheels, was loaded down with his latest contraption. He pushed it into the break room. He was hopeful that his invention would be well received this time.

“This thing is going to make people’s lives easier! If this goes well, supervisors will have to pitch it before the corporate folks. This might even make Mr. Blake happy!” Mark said to himself in a low tone of voice so as not to draw too much attention to himself. There was a small area set aside in the break room that allowed him to set up.

“What’s that thing going to do this time? Smoke and then catch fire, or catch fire and then make smoke?” somebody in the back asked with a chuckle. A few more joined in with some murmuring. This was not the first time Mark had presented one of his inventions before his work crew. But he was confident this time around. A few more minutes passed, and he was ready to begin.

“Thank you all for coming today. I’m glad to provide some entertainment for you guys while you eat lunch. Allow me to introduce my latest creation: the Extractomatic Compiler. You might be asking me, What does that mean? Well, you’re in luck. I’ll tell you,” Mark proudly announced to the sounds of more chuckles from the peanut gallery.

“We come here every day, dumbass. It’s our lunch break,” somebody in the back blurted out.

Mark ignored the comment and continued. “This invention has potential to revolutionize coal processing facilities all across the country. How many of you guys spend

hours sorting through tons of ore for hours on end, trying to extract good stuff from the garbage?”

No one’s hands went up. A few more people started talking in the back to each other in side conversations.

“I guess those guys are on back shift today,” Mark commented. “Anyway, what it does is, if you put in a pile of ore on this end …” He proceeded to shovel a pile of raw ore onto the input bucket and attempted to turn the thing on. There were some wires attached to a battery, along with some lights and a motor. The contraption began to blink and make funny noises. Some gears began to turn. Things were happening and Mark got excited. The three people in the room who were still paying attention and not talking took notice. Then it happened.

A burning smell began to come from inside the main chamber. Some loud clanking erupted, followed by black smoke that creeped out from the sides.

“Aw, man, he did it again!” someone shouted. “Run to the other break room—hurry!”

All twelve people grabbed their food, got up and left as Mark attempted to salvage what was left  of  his demonstration.

“Wait!” Marked called out. “I just have to make this adjustment here. Give me a second.”

But it was too late. The room was already filled with smoke. Again.

The sounds of laughter and heckling could be heard down the hallway. Mark managed to turn the contraption off this time before it caught fire. He hung his head in shame, wondering if he would ever make anything work right.

About the author

David Hurley is an author of fantasy and sci fi novels that inspire, entertain and teach life lessons along the way. The best way to learn is through targeted quality entertainment. He spent 24 years working in and for the U.S. Navy first as an officer and then later as a civilian. view profile

Published on August 23, 2020

110000 words

Genre: Steampunk

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