This scenic view is the setting for an often told story by my mother. As she tells it, we were on the return leg of a trip and I was just old enough to sit in the passenger seat and barely see over the dash. I reckon I was about 9 years old.
As we crest the hill from the east, I said, "Mother! Mother! Look! There's the future!"
Amused, she didn't think much of it.
Two miles is just long enough to not pay attention to where you are. Two minutes is just long enough to let the thoughts wander.
As we neared the top of the western ridge, "We're here! We're here!" I exclaimed.
"Where?" asked Mom, startled at our apparent arrival.
"The Future!"
It came that fast. Sometimes I see the future, sometimes I don't. What I do know is I spend a lot of time thinking about it and a lot of times I get to say "We're here!"
It's usually not a startling surprise to me because I saw it coming. I'm not clairvoyant or anything like that, I'm just visionary and it started when I was young.
Sometimes I see a future in a business opportunity. Sometimes I envision a goal I wish to attain. Sometimes it's a life event that, apparently random, plays out exactly how I wrote it to be. The frequent fruition is me exclaiming, "We're here!"
Don't be over impressed. There's no secret. I have no magic glasses or crystal balls.
What discovered is that I could dream about how I wanted the future to be, talk about it, then live expecting it to be that way. The only literal thing I can point to is the words I use. There's nothing mystical about that.
The vision becomes the future I create because I formed possibilities with words. The words become the stories I tell or scribble in my journal. The stories become conversations. The conversations become the connections that define my relationships in the real world. The relationships somehow turn the possibility into reality.
It's not magic, it's visioneering.
