For the first time in my life, I traveled outside of the US.  I took a plane ride that took 14.5 hours, crossed the International Date Line, and landed in Australia.

Talk about having a first hand experience of Time and Space.  On my way to Australia, I lost a day…just gone, which didn’t seem that weird to me, I was so lost in the excitement of being in a foreign country that it didn’t really dawn on me.  But, after being there for 9 days, I really had a hard time wrapping my brain around going back in time when I came home.  I left the Sydney airport at 11:30 am on Thursday, May 28th.  I flew 13 hours and 11 minutes and landed in Los Angeles at 7:46 am on Thursday, May 28th.  I arrived home 4 hours before I left!  I understand the concept of no time.  Time is just something that was made up by people to keep track of things.  But since I have been living in a consciousness that keeps time and measures most things by using time, for the past nearly 39 years, it is odd to lose or gain a day.  I don’t really know how to explain how strange it is to have that experience and how strange it is to have the understanding that time is Not linear, but like a spiral, and that all things are happening at the same “time”, there is no past or future.  Without having time to give us a point of reference, we would be lost, floating in an abyss.  We need time in order to exist.  We need time to tell stories and have an understanding of things.  But, in reality, it doesn’t exist.