The Turning Point

It's been said that September is where everything changes. I assure you, this is wrong. The turning point is that exact moment in which you were 'born'. The rest is history.

Travelling down the road of an unfolding history reveals that the steps taken are merely a reflection of that which is already in play. There are no secrets in this universe nor the next. Nor the next after that. We all like a surprise every now and then but in reality there are no surprises. Nothing is as it appears or even as we imagine.

There are many realities and in choosing we become stuck in time.

This stickiness is what drives experience. When we buy tickets at the fair we are assured our place in line to experience thrills, chills and sometimes, spills. What is the big deal. Is this not what we have signed up for?

There are always turning points. We cannot escape that which we have cemented. While we are engaged we relish the engagements but that does not mean anything other than being involved in that which we have staked to be our territory of experience. Holding firm is what we do especially when it is the we which are doing the unfolding.

It's true. There are no surprises¹.