Hey—It’s Toffer.
I don’t know why I walked into the theatre.
It was late. The kind of late where even the guard downstairs doesn’t look up anymore.
I just pushed the door open and kept walking.
House lights off.
Just a dim glow from the stage.
Someone was standing in the spotlight.
Just… there.
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I didn’t recognize him.
But I didn’t not recognize him either.
Like a memory I hadn’t made yet.
I sat down in the fifth row, middle seat.
I should’ve left, but something about the stillness felt like an invitation.
I opened my mouth to speak—
but he beat me to it.
“Everything you need to know is this. Truly this:
Whatever options are available to you at any given moment,
choose the one that contains more excitement than any other.
Even if it’s just a little bit more—act on it.
To the best of your ability.
Take it as far as you can, until you can take it no further.”
I furrowed my brow.
That’s it? What if I pick wrong?
He kept going.
“Do this with integrity.
And without assumption—
no insisting on how it should look, or how it should go.”
I muttered,
“So… just jump?”
“When you do that three-part formula—
act on your highest excitement,
to the best of your ability,
with no insistence on the outcome—
you activate the kit:
the toolkit of excitement.”
Toolkit?
He moved like someone mid-monologue.
Like I’d entered after the first twist.
“The toolkit contains everything you need to be supported in life,
in whatever form it needs to come in.
It becomes the engine that moves you.
The organizing principle of synchronicity that lets you do
what you need to do,
when you need to do it,
in perfect timing,
in perfect order.”
I crossed my arms.
“Sounds neat. What about when it’s messy?”
“It becomes the path of least resistance.
It connects you to all other expressions of your excitement—
even if they don’t look connected on the surface.
It’s the excitement that tells you they are.”
I shifted in my seat.
Even the detours?
“It also becomes a mirror.
It reveals anything in your consciousness
that might be out of alignment with that excitement—
so you can let it go,
add its energy to your momentum,
and continue to expand.”
He paused just long enough for me to whisper—
“How do I even let go?”
But he was already moving.
“Any circumstance whatsoever—
any situation—
that arises from those actions,
no matter how it looks…
if you give it a positive meaning,
you will only get a positive and beneficial effect.
Regardless of how it started.
Regardless of anyone else’s opinion.”
My throat tightened.
Even this moment?
“That’s it.
That’s all you need to know.”
He looked out—
past the seats,
past me,
past everything.
“Now, many people on your planet complicate things.
Make them harder.
But they don’t have to.
If they do,
that’s their process.”
I sat still.
Waiting for a punchline.
“But it all comes down to this:
What you believe to be true—what you define to be true—
that’s how you experience your reality.
Your beliefs generate your feelings,
your thoughts,
your behaviors.”
I leaned forward.
Just enough for the seat to creak.
“So anytime you have a behavior you don’t prefer,
a thought you don’t prefer,
a feeling you don’t prefer—
you can trace it back
to something you believe to be true…
that you’re not yet aware of.”
Always?
“Find that belief.
If it’s out of alignment with your true self,
you’ll see it doesn’t make sense.
You’ll drop it. Let it go.”“If you don’t—
if you keep behaving the same way—
you haven’t found the deeper belief yet.
Keep digging.”
The spotlight dimmed.
I blinked.
The stage was empty.
I stayed in my seat.
Not looking for him.
Not even for answers.
Just trying to feel...
Everything.
Your Friend in Time,
Toffer