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Some time ago, on your sixteenth birthday you received a postcard from a relative.

You didn't recognize the country, or the relation; you certainly didn't recognize the language.

You threw it away, along with a dozen other notices, advertisements, and expired coupons.

You should have kept the card.

Having read the strange letters, your amygdala grew slightly denser.

And you became more conflicted than you felt reasonable; however, this was absorbed into the maelstrom of adolescence.

You may recall that most days you still feel conflicted - that even the decisions you are firmly sure of have an element of incompleteness.

This is a side effect of the change to your amygdala.

Because, on your sixteenth birthday, you developed the capacity to make a choice.

Not everyone has been blessed by the opportunity to make this choice; but, you are different.

You may feel the need to throw this letter away; if you do, no harm will come to you.

In fact, everything will be as it always has been.

But if you finish this letter, you will be presented with an option; that is the purpose of this letter - to remind you.

You have been rightly fascinated by what is commonly called the many-worlds theory.

For you in particular, that is just and right; for you have been given the opportunity to walk a different thread.

The change to your amygdala allows you to select any point in your life up to this point and to tweak it.

Maybe you paid your phone bill late and want to go back and pay it on time.

Maybe you want to apologize to your fiance, to make amends, to explain what they meant to you.

Maybe you want to completely redo your senior year of high-school.

You can pick any one decision - literally pick a different decision.

With one catch - you relive your life from that point and NOT recall anything from this life.

Your amygdala will nudge you away from making the choice you made on this line.

And your life will simply change.

Your altered decision won't kill anyone - because what you'll really be doing is traveling along a different timeline.

One that already exists - but that you're not actively experiencing.

Think it over.

You can act at any time, or not act, or whatever.

But you can change.

Decide.

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