We Create Our Own Reality

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I had been wanting to visit somewhere that no one spoke English, just to see if I could survive for a week not knowing the native language. That was something I had been thinking about with no real inclination about where to go to accomplish this.

In the meantime, I owned a timeshare in Myrtle Beach that I was unable to use because Hurricane Hugo had struck the area the previous year.As an alternative, RCI offered me a condo in the Canary Islands  for only $99, with air fare it would only cost about $900. It seemed like a good opportunity to me so I went for it.

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Lanzarote Sunset
Forgetting all about my desire to visit a land where English wasn’t spoken, I prepared for the trip.

As we journey through life, sometimes events occur that reconfirm how in tune we are to people and events around us. These situations normally come about suddenly and without warning. One such event transpired as I rode the shuttle to my flight at the Philadelphia airport.

Not that I was planning on having any sort of relationship while partaking in my little adventure, I always had thought I would know who It would be safe to have a relationship with because of my inner guidance, doesn’t everyone know this?. No blood tests for me!

As I sat on the bus, a young lady boarded who was a real knock out, dressed in an outfit she must have put on when she was twelve. Sitting across from me, she was a real looker. However, something told me she was carrying more disease around with her than the CDC in Atlanta, no thanks, I will pass. I know now that I can listen to my inner voice. I wouldn’t touch her, even if I was looking. This is going to be an interesting week.

Arriving in Lanzarote , I hailed a cab for my trip across the tiny island to my timeshare at LaSanta Sport, a luxurious complex that is often used by European athletes to train for the Olympics and other events.

Assuming nothing, I find a cab so small my suitcase took up the whole backseat, the driver spoke no English, so I pointed on the map as to where I wanted to go. This should have been an indication as to how the week was going to go.


This guy turned out to be a maniac, driving 100 Km through these tiny towns and blowing his horn so children who were playing in the streets barely had time to jump out of the way, it was one of the few times I have actually been frightened by some one’s driving. I tried to explain to him I was in no hurry, but I soon realized he was the one in a hurry, he wanted to get back to the airport to pick up another fare.

The resort was outstanding, every option  one could imagine was available. LaSanta Sport was a world class facility,  I would have no problem spending a week here. Forgetting about my desire to spend a week somewhere  where no one spoke English, I began the week by relaxing by the pool.

As the week went by, I slowly discovered that there wasn’t anyone I came in contact with that spoke English, this didn’t really seem to strange to me,  I was at a Danish resort, however, it had crossed my mind that almost everyone in the world does in fact speak some form of English.

Accepting it for what it was, I went about life doing a lot of pointing and using hand signals, I was getting along quite well. the Europeans obsession with soccer was giving me more problems than the fact no one was speaking English.

It was World Cup week so everyone’s attention was focused on the games, even  the waiters in the restaurants would be watching the games while taking my orders, and they say we are obsessed with football!

I was leaving on Saturday, and finally on Friday evening, I began meeting people who were speaking English. It was amazing, suddenly everyone spoke the Queen’s English, after all, the Dane’s are an English speaking country.Where have you been?

Suddenly it dawned on me, how could I be so dense? I had wanted to visit somewhere that no one spoke English, my wish had been fulfilled, I had created my own reality. I had created a world where no one spoke English, at least not to me. The world we create is  our world and most often no one else is experiencing reality in exactly the same way we are.

Thankfully this all came about just in time, speaking with a nice Danish man, I happened to mention my cab ride the previous week. He volunteered that their group was leaving in the morning and I could ride on their bus to the airport.

Although it would get me to the airport three hours early, I jumped at the opportunity, I ain’t riding with that guy again!

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The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

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Enlightenment

At this period of time in the history of man, there is probably more individual searching being done into the theories behind the origin of the human race,what happens after death,the possibility of life on other planets, and what our relationship is to these life forms, if they do exist. There are millions of people who are questioning the existence of God, who he really is, and what is my relationship with him? Is he someone who mysteriously floats around on a cloud watching and judging us from above like some bigger than life Santa Claus, or is he, like many of the esoteric science’s claim, a part of our inner Self, whom we have constant contact with, someone whom we and everything in the universe are connected and are thus one? Each of us in our own way is experiencing what God is, and thus we are each a part of God, thus we are God! This book is a brief account of my search for my own truth as I know it today, everything stated actually happened, according to my own perception. It has been an exciting search, at times very frustrating, very rewarding, and above all, very fulfilling. My main purpose in writing this book is to show that anyone, even a bashful unfamous country boy can have these awakenings, you don’t have to be rich or well-known to find your connection to Divine Source.

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A Secretary’s
Creed

1. Never give me work in the morning. Always
wait until 4:00
and then bring it to me. The challenge of a deadline is
refreshing.

2. If it’s really a rush job, run in and interrupt me every
10 minutes to inquire how it’s going. That helps. Even
better, hover behind me, and advise me at every keystroke.

3. Always leave without telling anyone where you’re going.
It gives me a chance to be creative when someone asks where
you are.

4. If my arms are full of papers, boxes, books, or supplies,
don’t open the door for me. I need to learn how to function
as a paraplegic and opening doors with no arms is good
training in case I should ever be injured and lose all use of
my limbs.

5. If you give me more than one job to do, don’t tell me
which is priority. I am psychic.

6. Do your best to keep me late. I adore this office and
really have nowhere to go or anything to do. I have no life
beyond work.

7. If a job I do pleases you, keep it a secret. If that gets
out, it could mean a promotion.

8. If you don’t like my work, tell everyone. I like my name
to be popular in conversations. I was born to be whipped.

9. If you have special instructions for a job, don’t write
them down. In fact, save them until the job is almost done.
No use confusing me with useful information.

10. Never introduce me to the people you’re with. I have no
right to know anything. In the corporate food chain, I am
plankton. When you refer to them later, my shrewd deductions
will identify them.

11. Be nice to me only when the job I’m doing for you could
really change your life and send you straight to manager’s
hell.

12. Tell me all your little problems. No one else has any
and it’s nice to know someone is less fortunate. I especially
like the story about having to pay so many taxes on the bonus
check you received for being such a good manager.

13. Wait until my yearly review and THEN tell me what my
goals SHOULD have been. Give me a mediocre performance
rating with a cost of living increase. I’m not here for the
money anyway.

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Is Your Child at Risk?

Is Your Child a Sufferer . . . Are You? 

This is not my article, but I agree wholeheartedly.

By
Rabbi Y.Y. Rubinstein
The world of medicine is scared and honestly so am I.


A whole raft of treatments that used to work, for example, anti-biotics,
are proving themselves less and less able to deal with bugs that have
become resistant and new conditions that appear from time to time.


And it’s not just in the world of physical ailments that treatments have
started to fail. In the world of psychology too, treatments and
therapies that were once believed to offer solutions have not lived up
to expectations.


Now parents face a new and potentially graver problem as they attempt to
bring up their kids. Like so many such conditions like ADD and ADHD, it
is known by its acronym, B.O.Y.


Many clinicians, although highly qualified in the fields of Psychology
and Counseling were utterly unaware of this condition till recently.
Often they misdiagnosed it as the traditional ADD or ADHD. Of course
this led to inappropriate treatments and considerable expense for
medications that simply did not tackle the problem. Now they are looking
and sounding pessimistic that they will be able to deal with what seems
to be a Pandemic.


Jewish parents are no less affected by this condition than anyone else.
Mrs Gloria Epstein of New Rochelle, NY was quoted in a recent study,
“Michael junior had just turned four. My husband Michael senior and I
hadn’t noticed anything unusual. Little Micky was such a loveable baby,
you know what I mean? Then he started doing crazy stuff, running about,
yelling, breaking things, fighting with his sister and giving us
Chutzpa. He took to writing on his walls with felt pen and every toy we
gave him lasted only days before it ended up in the garbage. We took him
to our therapist hoping it would be something normal like ADD and Micky
could take medication and we could get back to being normal family. The
doctor told us that little Micky might be suffering from a recently
diagnosed condition called, B.O.Y.


We were devastated. When we decided to become parents we never dreamt in
a million years that we would have to contend with something as
horrific as this!”
Dr. David Stein, a Psychologist based in Manhattan with thirty years
experience, was equally downbeat. “Myself and my colleagues have
dedicated our lives to solving childhood disorders but frankly, this has
got us beat. I fear for the future of the profession and our ability to
sustain our credibility unless we can get on top of this and soon. This
thing just crept upon us. We simply didn’t see it coming.”


Indeed many professionals have seen their incomes plummet as more and
more parents have realized that traditional Therapists have no more idea
about how to treat B.O.Y syndrome than they have.


Help though may well be at hand. Researchers have found convincing
evidence that B.O.Y. may in fact not be a new condition after all but an
old condition, which has been ignored or forgotten.


This has caused researchers to go back through the records to discover
what treatments were used in the past and whether they can be applied to
today’s epidemic. The good news is that first results look extremely
promising. Even more exciting is the fact that effective treatments are
being developed from historic Jewish sources!


We took the new findings to Mrs. Epstein of New Rochelle and asked her
if she and her husband would be willing to try them with Michael junior.
We asked her to fill out a daily report of how the program went. After a
month we visited to see if there had been any improvement.


Mrs. Epstein recorded her first day on the program.


“Michael and I took Micky to the Mall and when we passed by a pet store
he started to shout that he wanted a pet snake. We said he couldn’t have
one (he lost the last two and the neighbors complained when one turned
up in their bath) and he started to tantrum and scream.


We tried our usual approach of appealing to his better nature and
pleading with him to stop. Of course when a child is suffering from
something as dreadful as B.O.Y. you simply cannot expect his underlying
positive personality to assert itself.


Our immediate reaction was to rush him to a Psychologist and demand a
course of Ritalin. But we knew modern therapies were useless against
B.O.Y and we had committed to this new program. Michael dialed the
course designer, Dr. Solomon King.


It was hard for Michael to make himself heard above Michael Junior’s
yells and threats but eventually, he managed to explain the situation.


Dr. King told us to do something that was so shocking to us, that at
first we could not believe what he said. He said we should tell Micky if
he didn’t stop screaming (he had now kicked Michael six times and
called him a Pig) we would spank him!


We told Dr. King that we could not do that, but he assured us that this
technique, applied sparingly and only to the soft round area at the top
of the legs, would do the trick.


Michael and I looked at one another in desperation and in the end it was
me who offered Micky the ultimatum. He told me I was a Pig too and
that’s when I turned him round and delivered three spanks to the
prescribed location.


Michael junior looked to be in a state of shock and his father and I
held our breaths as silence engulfed our little family. Could this
ancient treatment, we had been told had worked in years gone by, work
now?


Little Michael stopped screaming and we were soon able to walk past the pet store.


Dr. King had explained that children affected by B.O.Y. sometimes
suffered side effects from the therapy like confusion and surprise but
that this soon passed as the sufferer became used the treatment.


That’s exactly what happened. Micky looked stunned as though he could
not believe what had happened. Then the silence changed to quiet sobs
but amazingly, in just a few moments these too disappeared. We were
astonished.


Other treatments prove just as effective. Dr. King suggested that we
should try stage two and three almost immediately. Michael and I weren’t
at all sure about these two, the names, Consequences and Discipline
sounded so alien and strange, but we have to admit that Dr. Solomon King
was right.”


Mrs. Epstein’s experience has been repeated in families across the US
and there is now hope that children suffering from B.O.Y. have a real
chance of a lasting cure. Schools are looking into the new therapy and
although there is strong opposition from many leading educational
experts, pilot schemes have shown encouraging results here too.
Opponents may have to concede in the face of the evidence.
Mrs. Epstein summed up her experience in first controlling then
defeating the worse effects of her sons condition. “Frankly the change
has been remarkable. Sometimes Michael and I feel ourselves slipping
back to the old certainties of medication and other expensive
treatments. But we support each other and are busy telling our friends
about the Cure for B.O.Y. Frankly we cannot thank Solomon King enough
for doing the research and discovering the therapies that brought a
suffering family a real cure.”


I asked Mrs. Epstein after her positive experience of, “B.O.Y Therapy”
if she would be happy to have her families experience shared in the
Jewish Press and she replied she would encourage anyone to try it. “The
irony is” she continued, “My husband and I are not even sure what the
letters stand for.”


I was able to enlighten her, B.O.Y stands for Boisterous, Ordinary,
Young. It is closely related to another condition called G.I.R.L.
Gregarious, Insistent, Robust and Loud.

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Resumes

The following quotations were taken from
resumes
from all over the country. With all the work and care that goes into
writing these documents, it’s funny, if unfortunate, when errors slip
through to the final draft. Alas, such mistakes make exactly the
wrong impression on exactly the wrong
people.

“I am very
detail-oreinted.”

“I have a bachelorette degree in
computers.”

“Graduated in the top 66% of my class.”

“Served as assistant sore manager.”

“Married, eight children. Prefer frequent
travel.”

“Special skills: Experienced with numerous office machines and can
make great lattes.”

“I can play well with others.”

“I have exhaustive experience in
manufacturing.”

“Special skills: I’ve got a Ph.D. in human
feelings.”

“My contributions on product launches were based on dreams that I
had.”

“I eat computers for lunch.”

“I have used lots of software
appilcations.”

“Objection: To utilize my skills in
sales.”

“Experience: Watered, groomed, and fed the family dog for
years.”

“Reason for leaving last job: Pushed aside so the vice
president’s girlfriend could steal my job.”

“Previous experience: Self-employed — a
fiasco.”

“I am a pit bull when it comes to
analysis.”

“I am the king of accounts payable
reconciliation.”

“Work history: Bum. Abandoned belongings and led normadic
lifestyle.”

“Reason for leaving last job: The owner gave new meaning
to the word ‘paranoia.’ I prefer to elaborate
privately.”

“Reason for leaving last job: Bounty hunting was outlaw in my
state.”

“My ruthlessness terrorized the competition and can sometimes
offend.”

“I love dancing and throwing parties.”

“I am quick at typing, about 25 words per
minute.”

“I am a rabid typist.”

“Skills: Operated Pitney Bones machine.”

“Strengths: Ability to meet deadlines while maintaining
composer.”

“Education: B.A. in Loberal Arts.”

“Work Experience: Dealing with customers’ conflicts that
arouse.”

“Education: College, August 1880 – May
1984.”

“Experience with: LBM-compatible
computers.”

“Fortunately because of stress, worked in the cardiac intensive-care
ward.”

“Typing Speed: 756 wpm.”

“Objectives: 10-year goal: Total obliteration of sales and federal
income taxes and tax laws.”

“Seek challenges that test my mind and body, since the two are
usually inseparable.”

“Personal Qualities: Outstanding worker; flexible 24
hours a day, seven days a week, 365 days a
year.”

“My experience in horticulture is
well-rooted.”

“Work History: Performed brain wave tests,
1879-1981.”

“Extensive background in public accounting. I can also stand on my
head!”

“I perform my job with effortless efficiency, effectiveness, efficacy,
and
expertise.”

“Personal: Married 20 years; own a home, along with a friendly
mortgage company.”

“My intensity and focus are at inordinately high levels,
and my ability to complete projects on time is
unspeakable.”

“Exposure to German for two years, but many words are
inappropriate for business.”

“Frequent Lecturer: Largest Audience: 1,351. Standing
Ovations: 5. Number of Audience Questions: 30.”

“Accomplishments: Completed 11 years of high
school.”

“My fortune cookie said, ‘Your next interview will result
in a job’ — and I like your company in
particular.”

“Excellent memory; strong math aptitude; excellent memory;
effective management skills; and very good at
math.”

“Personal Goal: To hand-build a classic cottage from the ground
up using my father-in-law.”

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Swimming With Crocodiles


The day had begun innocently enough, after traveling for days in the
Australian outback, we arrived at the campground just outside Katherine
Gorge in the Northern Territory. Located on the Katherine River this was
the idea respite from our long journey across the vast reaches of the
Back O’ Beyond, as this region of the Northern Territory is called.


The
Back O’ Beyond derives it’s name from the idea, that when one travels
from Sydney, which was the most common route for one to travel in the
days of old, this area was actually beyond the outback, thus the name
“Back O’ Beyond.

Katherine Gorge


Arriving
mid afternoon , the rest of the day was ours to enjoy as we pleased, an
early morning tour was planned for the Katerine Gorge, often billed as
the Grand Canyon of  Australia, it is a canyon exemplified by unequaled
beauty, called Nitmiluk by the native aborigines, it is unparalleled by
it’s uniqueness.


After
setting up camp, which consisted mainly of spreading our swag(sleeping
bag) out on the ground, we came to the  realization there weren’t many
options available as far as recreational facilities. We were pretty much
limited to swimming and relaxing, it seemed a day of rest was in order.
 Sounded like a good idea to me.


The
Aboriginal bus driver had informed us the river was safe to swim in, we
may see an occasional crocodile , however they would be fresh water
crocs and weren’t aggressive.  There wouldn’t be any salt water crocs in
the area , as they eat the fresh water variety, thus if you see fresh
water crocs, it means the salt water variety are no where to be found.


The
Aborigines are actually of the Caucasian race, however because they
have spent so much time out in the sun , they have become black. These
days many wear clothing like everyone else, and seeing one man with his
shirt off, his stomach area was as white as an Irishman.


Being
an Aborigine is a religion more than a particular race, if you study
the aborigine ways , you are an aborigine, entitled to all the benefits
of such. Our driver was thus, being a young Irishman  of 25, he
displayed no such features of your average aborigine. His normal
clothing attire was a skimpy swimsuit and he drove and walked around
 barefoot. The callouses on his feet were close to an inch thick and he
could walk across rocks with no apparent pain.


We
should have known by now to not take everything an Aussie told us as
gospel, however ignoring all resemblance of common sense, we decided to
enjoy the refreshing waters of the Katerine River and plunged into the
crystal clear refreshing water.


The
setting was idyllic, a peaceful river surrounded by trees and azure
blue skies. This is the life. After enjoying the cooling water for
 several minutes, my eyes suddenly observed a couple of beady eyes at
water level looking in my direction , looking further upstream, there
were two more. Remembering what Mark , our driver had told us about them
not being aggressive, I didn’t really feel much concern. Tapping my
fellow swimming partner on the shoulder, I pointed in the direction of
our neighbor. The response from her was pretty much mimicking mine, we
never really reacted , however after thinking about it for a minute or
two and recalling that the aborigines actually swim with crocodiles
without fear, however,occasionally someone will get eaten, when that
rare event does happen, the natives just believe the person no longer
with them  has done something wrong in their life and it is just karma.
Realizing there may have been an instance in my life that I did
something I shouldn’t have and I don’t remember it , it may be time to
exit the water and take a nap on the grass beside the river.


Spreading
my towel on the grassy knoll, It was time to study the back of my eye
lids.Lying face down I slowly drifted off to Nodville. Waking about a
half an hour later, I could hear two young Sheilas directly to my right
carrying on a lively conservation.Not raising my head and looking their
way from under my arm pit, I received quite a surprise, they were buck
necked!


What
do I do now, this is a bit much for a country boy! Lying still I
assumed that sooner or later they would get up and put some clothes on ,
waiting q while, I decided this wasn’t going to happen for quite some
time. Nothing to do but rise to the occasion.


I
suddenly realized how hard it is talking two two young Shelias who are
completely nude, sure glad I had dark sunglasses on, these Aussies sure
are  uninhibited. It made swimming with crocodiles seem easy.

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Prospective Employee Test

Prospective Employee
Test

Take the prospective employees you are trying
to place and put them in a
room with only a table and two chairs. Leave them alone for two hours,
without any instruction. At the end of that time, go back and see what
they are doing.

If they have taken the table apart,
put them in Engineering.

If they are counting the butts in the ashtray, assign them to
Finance.

If they are waving their arms and talking out loud, send them to
Consulting.

If they are talking to the chairs, Personnel is a good spot for
them.

If they are wearing green sunglasses and need a haircut, Computer
Information Systems is their niche.

If the room has a sweaty odor, perhaps they’re destined for the Help
Desk.

If they mention what a good price we got for the table and chairs,
put
them into Purchasing.

If they mention that hardwood furniture DOES NOT come from rainforests,
Public Relations would suit them well.

If they are sleeping, they are Management
material.

If they are writing up the experience, send them to the Technical
Documents team.

If they don’t even look up when you enter the room, assign them to
Security.

If they try to tell you it’s not as bad as it looks, send them to
Marketing.

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Spiritual Lessons in the Out Back

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Nearing the end of our month long walkabout in the outback of Australia, our bus was traveling northward towards our destination for the evening, Cooinda. Located in Kakadu Wildlife Park, Cooinda contains a large billybong or small lake. Billybongs are created by the monsoonal rains that are common in the BackO’Beyond  during the rainy season. They hold large reservoirs of water that the wildlife thus survive on during the long droughts often experienced during the winter months.

As the months wear on, the billabongs become smaller and smaller as the water is not only consumed by the various forms of wildlife including crocodiles but also lost during evaporation. Dusk was rapidly descending upon us, suddenly, the smell of hot metal began to infiltrate the interior of the bus.

one life

This could only mean one thing, and it wasn’t something we wanted to face at this time. Our bus engine was overheating, being miles from civilization, this was not a good thing. Pulling over to the side of the dirt road, our aboriginal driver exited the bus and  raised the hood to determine the damage.

Knowing a little about engines, I assumed that if the engine wasn’t totally destroyed, it soon would be. The driver announced that we should just take a break, take a few photos and the bus would be ready to run again as soon as it cooled off. I’m thinking, Fat Chance!

As the sun settled over the horizon, the bus started and we were again on our way.  This can’t last forever! Two more days before we arrive in Darwin, can we make it?

Crossing several crocodile infested streams we finally arrive at our campground. I asked the driver if they were going to send another bus, stupid question. From Where? He gave me a nod, but I felt the nod meant, no.

Since we were due in Darwin on Saturday and my flight wasn’t until Sunday, I decided to not worry about the bus, I had an extra day to hitchhike if need be, and by this point in time I began to realize everything would work out perfectly, so there was no need to worry. Sit back, learn and enjoy, good advice for life no matter what the situation.

I realized long ago the aborigines had a connection with the universe most of us don’t have and their insight can carry one through the most extreme situations. Needless to say , we arrived at Darwin airport just  two hours before our comrades of the past week were scheduled to fly back home, plenty of time, and the bus is still running.

After dropping us off at our hotel, the remaining passengers were going on an additional tour , bidding them farewell, we assumed we would never see them again.  A friend and I decided to go to the beach, hang around and get some superb sunset photos , return to the hotel and go out to dinner with our remaining group.

Arriving back at the hotel just after sunset, we were astonished to find our fellow travelers waiting on us, they had gotten just a few minutes from the hotel when the bus blew up.

It turned out to be quite an evening, since the trip was cut a day short, our driver decided to spring for dinner. after enjoying dinner at a Indian restaurant, complete with very expensive wine, ( we decided to splurge on the wind since the driver was buying dinner), we migrated to the Sportsman’s Bar located on the beach in Darwin. A night of dancing,
jitterbugging and comradely ensured.

Arriving back at our hotel about 3 AM, it would be a short night, our flight back to Cairns was at 6.

It had been a powerful lesson, the one that teaches us that we already know what we have just been taught. Each of us has the knowledge inside us that will guide us through life, all we need to do is let it shine
through.

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The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

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Enlightenment

At this period of time in the history of man, there is probably more individual searching being done into the theories behind the origin of the human race,what happens after death,the possibility of life on other planets, and what our relationship is to these life forms, if they do exist. There are millions of people who are questioning the existence of God, who he really is, and what is my relationship with him? Is he someone who mysteriously floats around on a cloud watching and judging us from above like some bigger than life Santa Claus, or is he, like many of the esoteric science’s claim, a part of our inner Self, whom we have constant contact with, someone whom we and everything in the universe are connected and are thus one? Each of us in our own way is experiencing what God is, and thus we are each a part of God, thus we are God! This book is a brief account of my search for my own truth as I know it today, everything stated actually happened, according to my own perception. It has been an exciting search, at times very frustrating, very rewarding, and above all, very fulfilling. My main purpose in writing this book is to show that anyone, even a bashful unfamous country boy can have these awakenings, you don’t have to be rich or well-known to find your connection to Divine Source.

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