subject: Flying Backwards In Time [print this page] I will never forget one particular tripI will never forget one particular trip. I've had a lot of trip adventures-I love to travel. Like the time I came back from China. I left early in the morning from China, and I arrived on the same day, in Nashville, Tennessee.
Now, you can do that because of the time zone difference, and it's a long trip and you're flying backwards in time, and all these kind of things. But it was interesting when I walked into my favorite Chinese restaurant and said, "Yeah, yeah, oh, I was in China this morning."
"No! No way!"
"Yes, I was. You can see it, look here, here's some money." I gave 'em some money. We're always changing money back and forth, because they're always traveling to China also, and we're both money collectors, et cetera-but that's a whole 'nother story.
That's an interesting travel story. Now here's another one-time travel. Look, folks, I don't know if this has happened to you yet or not, but let me share the experience with you. I live currently in la Ciudad de Panama, Panama and Nashville, Tennessee.
I have lived in a number of other cities in the U.S., including the Dallas/Ft. Worth area, the Los Angeles/San Diego areas, my favorites, and Denver. But I go away, I go into Los Angeles, San Diego, Fresno, Sacramento, and I come back to Nashville some eight or nine years later.
The traveling to California was a real cool epoch. That's where I got my certification in hypnosis, that's where I studied profoundly-the study and experience were more profound, obviously, than that certification. That's where I fire-walked thousands of times, that's where I taught and led hundreds and hundreds at a time to fire-walk.
That's where I came into my spiritual maturity. That's where Yoga, that's where Sri Krishna, that's where Eckankar, that's where the Rosicrucians, that's where dozens and dozens of other things became optimal influences in my life, not the least of which was Ernest Holmes.
But coming back was a shock. I want you to know, what I did was, I went to one of the new thought churches-it was named Unity in Nashville. You can still go there, it's called First Church Unity.
I just sauntered back in...I hadn't changed any during the last eight or nine years since I had seen them. At least I didn't know that I had, I didn't feel that I had, didn't see that I had. It never even occurred to me that I had.
Within five minutes of being inside that church with those people that I knew so well... now, of course, all kinds of changes became obvious. But there were still enough remnants there that within five minutes I'm screaming to the men's room, and I'm looking at myself in front of that big mirror that takes up the entire wall.
I want to see if I have changed as dramatically as they have. If my hair has gone gray, if my posture has changed, if my belly, my waistline has exploded, if my hair has gone away. I'm just like, "What's going on?" Finally I looked and I concluded, "Not me!"
