Have you ever thought about what time really is.

It is something we acknowledge every time we make an appointment with someone or an event.

We measure it both digital and analogue. In our daily life we take it for granted that it is fixed. Yet this is only an agreed perception between participants.

Do you think a Masai warrior in Africa without a time piece lives his life in the same time constriction as someone in the west.

In the quantum world what we call time is a portal to endless potential possibilities and when those portals open, we get to experience time very differently to what is your “normal”.

Death is a portal between human experience and returning to spirit, as birth also is a portal between being a spiritual being and entering a human experience. Transitions through life are portals opened and closed by free will decisions and preordained pathways.

You may not agree and that is true also, anything is potentially true in the quantum world.

The first time I knocked on deaths door and found it wasn’t time.

I was seventeen driving with a mate on a mystery destination weekend with a rotary group. We had clues to follow but no destination.

It took place on a dark back road on a wet night in the western suburbs of Sydney a decision was made left or right. I don’t remember which, however that choice put us in the path of a speeding semi which hit my old HD holden square in the passenger door.

Its moments like this that one realizes time is not what you think it is, only a perception. The screech of brakes, the noise of metal on metal. The cracking and shattering of a windscreen. The bench seat breaking and laying you back like an astronaut taking off, as the car begins to spin in circles off the rd.

I don’t know how we both walked away from that with barely a scratch. I think the truck driver was more effected as he was sure he had killed us.

It wasn’t our time.

I lost track of my coconspirator in that adventure and only recently found out that he went on to become an electrician, a teacher and start a very successful solar power business and funnily enough a mad rally driver.

The next time I recall, I was maybe a year older. It was on a deserted south coast beach.

Can’t remember who I was with now, but we were out for a drive and stopped for a swim. I swam out to the breakers to catch a wave back in but caught a rip instead and by the time it was finished with me, and I made my way back to the shoreline. I was an exhausted mess. I literally couldn’t stand up and had to crawl up out of the water. It was a close call and again time slowed.

It wasn’t my time.

Twenty years past and three children came into my world and more recently three grandchildren, which may not have if the fates had decided otherwise. So triply grateful to those who watch on.

The dice was loaded again.

I was working refurbishing an old inclinator at Seaforth one of Sydney’s more affluent waterside suburbs. I was using the inclinator to carry up scrap metal from the bottom and halfway up the 100m run, a protruding piece caught the bamboo hedge, and I was thrown out. I flew 4metres through the air. Again, time slowed, and I remember thinking “oops” I think this time I’m dead.

I reached out and my hands touched the ground either side as I hit the rail face first slightly breaking the fall. Resulting in ripping my face open but luckily not breaking my neck. If it had happened another 8m’s further along. I would have been 5ms in the air and a very different outcome.

Not my time again.

I worked on Inclinators for over 30 years and received a couple of electric shocks, another vertical fall where I got wedged but only scraped and bruised and once when I didn’t realize a control system had been bypassed by somebody who shouldn’t have and a worker who had forgotten something showed up just in time to cut the power or I probably would have lost a leg.

Dangerous things to work on the old inclinators, especially alone which I did most often.

We do stupid things us humans for money, which we end up handing over to someone else anyway.

Now I am in my 60’s. My body is showing the wear and tear from those years of hard work and stress. To many fast foods consumed and not enough care.

The dice rolls again this time the heart and I touch death and return.

Again, the raven caws not my time, not this place.

Maybe I will see the world reset for the better.

Maybe I was always meant to be a witness to events to see the portals of possibilities flicker in the world.