In a song called the The Boxer, Paul Simon writes: "A man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest." Man or woman, you or me, that is where it's at. Heredity, DNA, life experiences, family,and/or some power we can't even understand decides what we believe and what we don't. Changes in what we believe in come either over time, during trauma, or through Divine intervention.

I have waited over two decades to write this story of an Experience I went through in 1978. Feeling that the time was not right, not procrastination, was the reason for the wait. Sometimes things take a long time. Some of the most famous songs ever written were written in five minutes, almost by a supernatural hand guiding the author. Other great songs have taken years. Sometimes it's "love at first sight." Sometimes you'll read stories of people who have married after first meeting fifty years before, living their entire life, and then "accidentally" meeting again, and realizing they were each other's "true love" after all. Every situation is different.

I needed to wait. This is the first time I knew it was the time to write this, and I know that had I done it earlier, or waited until later, it would not turn out to be what it is supposed to be.

My job is to write what I feel I have to write, and not worry what people think about it. Maybe a few people will read this, maybe many. Whoever reads it has experiences and beliefs. Reading this will not change your mind or life's outlook immediately. It may have no impression. You may believe that I am a joke, a fraud, or ready for pajamas and slippers in a padded room. Or it may do something to you. It may make you think about things a little differently. Whatever, all I can do is write my truth, what I went through, what I see. The reaction to it is not in my hands. Think I am a lunatic, a liar, or open your mind to something on a different level. What will be will be.

What I am writing, I have to write. If I don't I will forever know that what I was supposed to do at a certain time was never done and my regret and consequences will never be fully understood until my lifetime is over. It will not be good for me.

One thing I do hope you see, is that where you can take any small part of the Experience that I write about and say I made it up, on the whole, it would be about impossible to believe that someone could make it all up. I can't imagine being able to make it up. There are too many things that have come together that are tangible. It is a uniting of the world we all exist in, the world of words and numbers, letters and digits in whatever form, and merging it with the world of the abstract or supernatural. Your conclusions may not, probably won't be the same as mine. Irrelevant. Just see that there is something weird going on out there.

It is time to start writing the actual experience. I have been writing it in my head for over twenty years. Now writing it on this computer is a whole different story.

It all started when I doodled on September 26, 1978, in a class I was taking at City College in Sacramento, CA, called "Death and Dying" taught by Tom Bruce. My friend Frank (Francis) Albert Pearce (named after Francis Albert Sinatra?), out of nowhere, gave me a book on the Continent of Mu, which I had never heard of, the same day. A friend of his from work told him about it and lent it to him. I skimmed through the book, The Lost Continent Of Mu, by James Churchward, and saw some very strange resemblance's between the two little papers of doodling that I did in that class and some pictures in the book I was given; resemblance's to me that were too strong to chalk off as just coincidence.

I have always called the experience I am going to share, My Mu Trip. The Problem is, it sounds stupid and makes no sense to most people. So the official name, whatever I refer to it as I write, is:

Backwards boB's Psychic Experience - My Mu Trip