Our Journey Through Time

Our lives are not traveled on a straight path, like the straight path on a road you see ahead of you from the top of a tall hill. As far as your eye can see, you see that long road ahead of you stretching out almost it seems until infinity. Even though the end appears dim and hazy, still you can see it at the bottom of the hill. If you could travel this road, your direction would be very clear to you. As you moved along, future images would appear to you on the road ahead before actual events occurred. If the events were bad, you could swerve to avoid them as you would potholes in the road, or you could slow down to avoid a collision if you saw danger in an intersection ahead. If the events were good you could point yourself in their direction as you might if you saw a pot of gold sitting on a bench at the side of the road, or you could stop if you saw your soul mate ahead hitchhiking on their road to eternity.

Instead, we travel through time like a brook that begins at the top of a mountain. Some days it winds through a forest whose vegetation is so thick that the rays of the sun have difficulty reaching the moss on the floor that are yearning for its warm touch. Some days it travels through desert places where it is beaten all day by the sun and looses half its body to the parched air, and at night is nearly frozen when the heat escapes. Other days it meanders through valleys and meadows of grain where little members of nature's tribe sun themselves on floating leaves and laugh with the cool breeze that curves through the stalks of wheat. And yet other days it travels as white water where it speeds down like a roaring freight train and is beaten across the rocks and tossed about. So it is with your life. Your life is but a few days on the journey of this brook, and you are the water. And just as the brook must continue, so it is with you. When one life is over you go a little while and then you are in another life. As the brook continues through the mountain, each day it has new experiences and new vistas that are never the same. They each add to the totality of its experience and the depth of its character. Because the direction is not straight, you never know what your next experience might be. As you travel through the curves of life, new adventures come upon you suddenly and without warning.

The brook is like you in that some days the trip is fun, and some days it is frustrating, and some days it is so miserable you wish you could get off. And as with the brook, you don't know where the journey will end. It could end with you frolicking in the ocean with tiny schools of fish by the millions, or dried and parched in the belly of an Arabian desert with nothing to show but the sand being tossed about by the wind. Whatever direction your journey is taking you, it is fun to watch the twists and turns, and if later you decide you don't like the direction yours is taking you, you can change it in a heart beat. In this book, I hope to give you a little insight that will help you map your own journey. And just maybe there is a chance that you will change your direction.

I have been watching my journey since I began to know there was a journey in 1978. Whatever direction I have taken, it has never failed to blow me away. Sometimes it has tossed me about repeatedly, making me dizzy at every turn. It has beaten me up at every opportunity as I passed through the white water of life. Many days I have felt the bruises of life after going through the rapids. But it has also made me happy and fulfilled. I have had the opportunity to taste of the fruits of life as I have passed through the orchards, and I have had great joy as I felt the warm touch of love and bathed in that euphoria that reaches down into the depths of the soul.

Best of all, however, is I believe I have changed my direction and influenced my destination. This was not done by any ability that I have, but by help that was given me when my heart reached out. These are the things of which I am telling you in this book, and they are meant for just the two of us to share. Allow me to tell you of just a few minutes of my