Ramtha claimed he was a "weaver"—a person from a distant future where history could be visited but not changed. His crime, in his own time, was compassion. He had traveled to the 13th century to give a dying girl named Elisa a medicine that would not be invented for seven hundred years. A single capsule. She lived. But history, sensing a foreign object, began to fray.
The book’s pages were blank, but heat from a candle made faint, metallic letters appear. They weren't ink, but thin sheets of pressed tin, oxidized by time. The first line read: "I was born in the year 2150. I write this in the year 1290. The White Book is my anchor." libro blanco ramtha
Brother Mateo read by firelight, his faith trembling. Ramtha claimed he was a "weaver"—a person from