Before making PGS the Movie, I didn’t believe in angels.

Now I do.

What changed?

I met people way smarter than me in this stuff who told me about angels, and how they work, and I began to sense their presence, and see first hand how they were helping me.

I got this letter today from a bloke I don’t know – a Professor – who saw my film via a good friend, Kurt Koontz, at a private screening in Costa Rica.

Here’s what he wrote –

My wife Paola and I met Kurt Koontz in Costa Rica this June and he invited us to a private screening of your movie about intuition. We sat in a yoga centre in the jungle of Costa Rica and watched the film quietly with about 30 other people that we did not know. During the film I noticed a level of discomfort that I was experiencing however I could not pinpoint what it was.

Driving home from the screening, I told my wife, “there is no such thing as angels”, and “intuition is over-rated, it’s all just confusing nonsense.  What you don’t know about me is that I have embraced my thinking mind more and more over the years.

I am University Professor and a researcher and seemed to have been pulled into my head without realizing that I was. In fact, I have become a sceptic, and after viewing the film felt the discoursing disconnection with my own intuition.

The same week as the movie screening I was asked by a yoga centre teacher if I’d like to come for a 3-hour meditation. This was my first meditation longer than 15 minutes. I reluctantly joined and two days after the screening found myself sitting in the same room and in the same exact location that I was sitting when I saw your film.

What happened next was completely unexpected. During the mediation, I felt three forceful pokes on my back. I spun around, and no one was there. In that moment, I was visited by two angels that surrounded me on my left and right. I felt a connection to god and the universe in that moment that I have never experienced before.

I am now fully embracing my intuition and give you credit for this newly discovered tool that I can use; my intuition. I flow through life now without planning and over thinking. I follow my intuition and allow it to lead us forward with grace, beauty and ease.

Thank you for making that beautiful film.

Chris Cale, PhD
University Professor & World Adventurer

With the release of my film PGS – Intuition is my Personal Guidance System, I’ve been doing Q&As after the theatrical screenings, in Australia and throughout the US.

At first I found this completely terrifying, having to stand up in front of a crowd of strangers and talk about stuff that’s intrinsically very personal, but gradually I’ve been getting better at it, knowing that it’s an essential part of getting PGS out to the world.

The questions are always fascinating – and one question I get asked sometimes is this: What has been the most bizarre moment you experienced in the making of your film. 

There have been quite a few bizarre moments, let me tell you! But perhaps none more so than when I met my Guardian Angel in a coffee shop in Dallas Texas.

I don’t often tell this story at Q&As, because in the telling it can diminish what I see as the sacred nature of the encounter – because I do believe that what happened was real – but I told a truncated version last night after a screening in Sorrento, Victoria, Australia – and so I thought I would re-publish the two blogs that I posted at the time – December 2014 – which detailed the two interactions I had with the woman who told me she was, indeed, my Guardian Angel.

First though, a bit of background: I started filming PGS in September 2014, and so when this happened, it was early into the three year shoot. I was yet to form my opinions about intuition specifically, and my subsequent spiritual beliefs more generally.

Jennifer and I had gone to Dallas Texas because several months earlier, a Vedic Astrologer in Bombay had told me, after doing my charts, that the best place for me to expose myself to my “most beneficial cosmic rays” was Dallas, between November and December.

The astrologer said that wonderful things would happen if we went to Dallas during that period of my beneficial cosmic rays, and so of course we went.

I met this woman at a coffee shop – with me was Rachit San Barak, our camera assistant. On the first meeting Jennifer wasn’t with us – she was the second time we met her.

The meetings rocked the socks off me. I still think about it. The thing about the encounters that I still ask myself is: Why would she say what she said? She didn’t want anything from me. And she emanated such a powerful beatific energy. I can’t describe it any other way.

Anyway, here are the two blogs I posted at the time. Make up your own mind –

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Original link: https://pgstheway.com/2014/12/03/dallas-day-10-pt2/

My life is becoming more surreal.

This morning I met an angel.

At least, that’s what she said she was.

And I’m in such a trippy head space at the moment, part of me believes her.

Here’s what happened:

I went with Rachit to a small corner coffee shop for breakfast. Jennifer didn’t come, she was feeling poorly, so she stayed behind.

I was sitting at a large communal table when a woman came up. She was – I’m guessing – maybe 40’s. She had on baggy blue jeans, a nondescript bulky jacket and a woollen scarf wrapped around her head, so that just her face was visible.

She could have been a homeless person. She could have been an heiress. There was nothing to indicate either way.

Her clothing was also asexual. There was nothing feminine about it, and yet she was a very feminine person.

She had a beatific face. It was radiant. No make up. But gentle eyes, a smiling mouth, and clear skin. When she looked at you her gaze was unflinching and searching. It was an honest face. And a mirthful face.

If an angel could take human form, then you could believe she was an angel.

There were several newspapers on the table in front of me, and she asked if she could take one. I said fine – and she rummaged through, telling me that it was hard to find good news to read. Everything in the newspapers was full of death and darkness, she said.

I told her that there was good news too if you want to find it.

She rummaged some more, and she began telling me about a fight that had broken out on Black Friday, the big shopping day in the US after Thanksgiving. She told me how crazy it was, that a woman had got injured fighting over a large screen TV.

I told her what I’ve posted on this blog, that shopping rage comes from fear.

She agreed.

Our chat then went something like this:

She – You from Dallas?
Me – No, I’m from Australia.
She – Oh. What are you doing here?
Me – I’m here to change the world.
She laughing – Really? That’s funny. So am I.
Me – You are? And how are you going to do that?
She – I can’t tell you.
Me, offering my hand – I’m Bill.
She, shaking hands. A very firm grip, like a man’s – I’m Madeline.
Me – What do you do?
She – You won’t believe me if I tell you.
Me – I’ll believe you.
She – I’m an angel.
Me – Are you mad?
She, laughing – No. And I’m not on drugs. (then) Are you mad?
Me, laughing – Yes, A little.
She, laughing – No, you’re not mad. I believe you’re here to change the world. (then) You have a big heart. (turning to Rachit) You have a big heart too.
Me – Yes, he does.
She – My real name is Mary Magdeline.
Me – Are you a Christian?
She – No. I’m all religions.
Me, turning to Rachit – I wish I’d brought the camera. We really should be filming this.
She – I wouldn’t have let you.
Me, writing down the PGS blog address on a scrap of newspaper, handing it to her – Here. Read this. It will explain why I’m here. (Then, to make it clear this was not a flirtatious encounter) – My wife is in the hotel next door. She isn’t feeling well.
She – Oh. I can heal spiritually. I can heal by touch. Inside and out.
Me – Thanks. But my wife just needs to rest. (then) How can I contact you? I might want to film with you.
She – You can’t. (then) Do you have a business card?
I gave her my business card.
She – I will call you.
Me, getting up to go – Okay, nice meeting you.
She – This was no accident.
Me – I don’t believe in accidents.
She – You know we were meant to meet here.
Me – Yes. It was in my destiny.

And then Rachit and I left.

I don’t know what compelled me to say: It was in my destiny. it just came out of my mouth before I could stop it.

I have to say, I was really shaken up by the whole encounter. It was like a dream. Like it was on another plane of existence. You just don’t have conversations like this with a stranger in a coffee shop.

Walking back to the hotel, I asked Rachit if he believed she was an angel. He just smiled, and nodded his head. Yes, he said, I believe it.

I went back to my room and told Jennifer. She listened and she too nodded, as though it all made complete sense to her.

To me though, it was just plain weird…

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2nd Post – Original link – https://pgstheway.com/2014/12/08/dallas-day-15-pt2/
(five days later)

I met her again today.

My angel. She told me she was my Guardian Angel.

And that she loved me.

I introduced her to my wife, Jennifer.

Jennifer thought she was an angel.

Someone with an expanded consciousness, she said.

Later, I went and talked to her again – Madeline.

Mary Magdeline, she reminded me, like in the Bible.

It went something like this:

Me – How will you change the world?
She – I can’t tell you.
Me – When is this going to happen?
She – You will know.
Me – How will I know?
She – Because you will be with me, by my side.
Me – I will?
She – Yes, we have been together before. I have been a part of your life, in the past.
Me – When?
She – You don’t believe me?
Me – Yes, I believe you.
She – And I will be with you later, too. When you need me. I’m your Guardian Angel.
Me – Are you mine exclusively or do I have to share you with other people?
She, laughing – I’m everyone’s. There is only one Guardian Angel.
Then she cupped my face in her hand, looked at me with radiant love, and said: I love you Bill.

I went back to my table and told Jennifer that my Guardian Angel had just told me she loved me. Jennifer nodded, and said: Good. So she should…

Seriously, this just happened.

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Two weeks today we launch a crowdsource funding campaign.

It’s to raise funds to help us get PGS the Movie out to the world!

The campaign will be on Indiegogo – and we’ll be seeking funds to create foreign language versions, DVD premium extras, such as extended interviews and “chapters” we didn’t include – and it will also go towards marketing the film world wide.

Here is a sneak preview of the video we’ve created for the campaign-

We want to make the world more intuitive, and we’re going to need your help!

Every now and then the Universe smacks me on the wrist for being stupid.

And as I become more spiritually aware, those smacks become swifter, and they sting more.

I got a smack yesterday, traveling back from Winton, in central Queensland, where I attended the Vision Splendid Outback Film Festival – where PGS played.

What happened was this: When I went to check in at Longreach airport, the Qantas check-in lady insisted she weigh my carry-on. Carry-on is meant to be only 7kgs – mine weighed 14kg.

I mean, who has carry-on weighing only 7kg?
Sales reps selling Kleenex?

I had my laptop and iPad and Kindle and all my chargers and cables and clothes and toiletries for four days away. It was a wonder it was only 14kg.

Anyway, this airline lady insisted I couldn’t take my carry-on onto the plane. She wanted to check it through to Sydney. I didn’t like that idea. But she was adamant. So I took out my laptop, my iPad, and my Kindle, and grumbling, I boarded the plane.

I wasn’t happy.
I never check through my carry-on.
My carry-on has all those little things I like to have with me.
Like my chargers and cables and my little Ganesha.
And my dental floss.

On the flight I realised that I hadn’t taken out my car keys.
My car keys were in my carry-on.

I started to panic. What if my bag didn’t arrive in Sydney. Then I couldn’t drive home. And with my car keys were the house keys, and keys to my post boxes… and my Aldi token so that I can get trolleys when I do my shopping.

But my car keys were the big deal.

And bags go missing all the time. I’ve traveled regularly for over 40years, and I’ve never lost a bag in the thousands of flights I’ve taken, but I’ve heard that it happens. And as my flight progressed I became convinced  that on this occasion, it would happen to me.

The airline would lose my bag.

I had two hours turn around between flights. And the check-in lady had adorned my bag with a very prominent transfer tag – but even so, baggage handlers are notoriously blind to these things, and with two hours between flights there was plenty of time for it to get lost.

On the flight from Brisbane to Sydney I began to curse that fastidious check-in lady. My laptop had run out of power because I didn’t have my charger. My phone had got down to 48% battery and I didn’t have a cable to charge it in the plane’s USB.

48% battery was enough to see me through to home, but if I couldn’t get home because I couldn’t drive my car because I didn’t have my keys because the airline lost my bag because the check-in lady hadn’t let me take my carry-on onto the flight, well then I would have no battery left on my phone and I’d be really stuffed.

The plane landed and I walked with a sense of dread to baggage claim. Because I’d become convinced that my bag was lost. That it wouldn’t be on the baggage carousel. Even though it had one of those fancy Qantas e-tags. Even though it had that gaudy transfer tag. Even though in my pocket I had the baggage claim ticket.

I waited at the carousel and I watched everyone pick up their bags. I watched closely in case someone mistakenly picked up mine. My bag was a nondescript black Samsonite. These things can happen. In the thousands of flights that I’ve taken, and the thousands of times I’ve waited at baggage carousels, it’s never happened to me, that someone has mistakenly taken my luggage, but I’ve heard that it has happened to others.

The bags stopped coming. Everyone picked up their bags and suitcases. There was no sign of mine. And then that moment of absolute dread happened – that moment that sickens travellers such as myself. The carousel stops, and still you don’t have your bag.

I didn’t have my bag.

Now, being a Highly Evolved Spiritual Being, which is what I humbly consider myself to be, I didn’t at that moment curse the check-in lady. Formerly, before I became a HESB, I would have – but yesterday I didn’t. And I marked the moment as yet another indication that I had indeed become a HESB.

I calmly walked down to lost baggage and began to fill in a report. Graciously. I didn’t rant. I didn’t rave. I did show signs of distress, admittedly, but that was to be expected, given the circumstances.

And then a lady poked her head out of the lost baggage office. Is your name Bennett? she asked me. I said yes. Well your bag is on carousel 4, she said. It got put onto the wrong carousel by mistake. Sorry. 

I walked back to carousel 4, and there was my bag.

So what happened? Why did everyone else on that flight get their bag as they should have, but not me?

Because the Universe was giving me a slap on the wrist.
Because I had embraced fear.
Fear of loss.

What happened was the Universe said Okay Bill, if you want to drop down into fear, we’ll give you what you want. You want your bag to get lost? We’ll lose your bag. We’ll give you what you want. 

But the Universe isn’t mean and nasty. It had made its point – then it gave me my bag.

As I trundled it back to the car in the parking garage, I told this theory to Jennifer. Nah, she said. I waited at that carousel and I put out to the Universe that the bag wasn’t lost, that everything was perfect, and it would turn up. And that’s what happened, she said.

I got my slap on the wrist –
from the Universe,
and from Jennifer….

I still have some way to go to become a fully realised HESB.

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There’s PGStheWay – this blog.

And PGStheMovie – my film on intuition.

Soon there’ll be PGStheBook!

PGStheBook is a book that will be coming out soon, to be published by Arcadia Press. The book  expands on what’s in the movie. There was so much I learned and discovered during the research and making of the movie, but I didn’t have the screen time to include it all. The book addresses that.

It includes a lot of the wonderful interview grabs from the film, but it goes further too. For instance, it details what I believe are the three broad categories of intuition:

• Survival Intuition
• Cognitive Intuition
• Mystical Intuition

The extract that I’m presenting now though is a section on First Thought, Best Thought – it’s part of a chapter on how I live an intuitive life. Your first thought is your intuitive thought – and it’s your best thought. Here’s the extract:

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I LIVE BY: FIRST THOUGHT, BEST THOUGHT

It’s become second nature to me now. I don’t even think about how I think anymore. I’ve now got to the point of complete trust in my first thought. I know that it’s my intuitive thought, even though it might be wild and crazy and so far out of left field that it’s out of the ballpark altogether, somewhere in the next galaxy.

I know that if I don’t follow that first thought, if I revert to my subsequent thought or thoughts, then I’ve lost a great opportunity for growth, or expansion, and I’ve given in to the safe option, which keeps me contained in what I know. In the archives.

My first thought is the one that’s bolted straight out of the gates, that’s leaped and bounded over logic and intellect, it’s raced past my storehouse of experience and flipped the bird at my ego as it’s hurtled by, and it’s arrived front and center in the forefront of my mind without having raised a sweat, brimming with creativity and innovation and originality to go – tah-dah – to give me the best thought for my highest good.

The second thought is the laggard. It lumbers out of the gates, and before it can go anywhere it first has to check in with past knowledge and rifle through dusty old files of outdated protocols rigorously kept by the intellect, then it has to consult with tetchy logic, and genuflect and obsequiously defer to toady ego, and eventually it arrives in the mind, tired, exhausted, stripped of its energy and verve and lacking any semblance of originality, before it falls in a heap at my  feet for me to pick up and try to revive and reconstitute into something that’s in any way exciting or meaningful.

The value of First Thought, Best Thought is that in a world that is changing so fast, what’s prized more than anything is freshness and originality of ideas and concepts and thought. This leads to extraordinary creativity, to growth, and to personal fulfilment.

Yesterday I posted on Facebook that I had finally locked in dates for my “Front Door” walk, by actually booking airline flights.

My “Front Door” walk is a pilgrimage walk of some 3000kms. I’ll leave out the front door of my house in Mudgee in Central New South Wales, walk about 300kms to Sydney airport, then on Monday 12th of November I’ll fly to London Heathrow, walk from the airport to my place of birth, Wimbledon – from there I’ll walk down to Newhaven on the English coast, cross the channel by ferry, land in Dieppe on the French coast, walk from there to Chatres Cathedral, from there to Orleans in the Loire, from there I’ll drop down to the Veyzelay Camino and walk through to Santiago de Compostela, then to Cape Finisterre. The End of the Earth.

So I’ll walk from my front door to the end of the earth – doesn’t that sound cool?

I’ve booked to come back March1st next year. I estimate it will take me about 4 months, averaging 25kms a day. I want to do what the pilgrims used to do in ages past – walk out their front door and walk to Santiago.

So why did I do that – publicly announce what I intend to do? Usually I don’t talk about things until after I’ve done them.

The legendary bushman, RM Williams, once told me that he lived by the axiom: “To say is to do.”  I never forgot that. And I’ve tried to live by it myself, too.

To say is to do.
Now that I’ve said it, I’ve bloody well got to do it!

But there’s more to it than that, of course.

I’m going through an intense work phase at the moment, and that won’t abate until the end of October. So the walk will be my little reward to myself for these past couple of years of making the film and writing the books.

But the real reason I posted yesterday is that I was excited! After thinking about this walk and planning it for so long, I finally put definite dates on it.

I was excited.

Now in amongst everything else, I have to prepare for it. Which means getting fit again, because after all the recent travel I’ve lost fitness. And it means working out my route in detail, and thinking about what will be in my backpack. I’ll hit France and Spain in January and February – mid winter.

Then there’s my knee. Last I checked I’d run out of cartilage in my knee joint. The orthopaedic surgeon told me to get WD40-type injections. I didn’t. He told me to wear a $1,500 brace every time I walk. I quickly got bored with that.

I should get another MRI before I set off but I’m scared what it might reveal, so I won’t.

It seems like I’m deliberately trying to make this walk as difficult for myself as possible.

I’m currently writing the book of the film I’ve made:  PGS – Intuition is your Personal Guidance System.

The book is taking longer than I anticipated.
Just as the film did.

But I thought I’d share with you an extract about humility. I believe humility is key to accessing the full benefits of your intuitive system.

I’m hoping the book will be out mid year – in the meantime, here is this extract:

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HUMBLE UP –

This is a term that Caroline Myss uses, and I love it.

Humble up.

Many people see humility as a weakness. I’ve learned to see it as a strength. In this highly competitive world, you’re taught to not only be the top dog, but to tell everyone from a great height that you’re the top dog. You have to scream it from the rooftops, or more likely now, YouTube or Instagram.

And to get to those dizzy heights of being the top dog you have to be brash, assertive, aggressive, you have to see yourself as being the best. Along with that comes arrogance, ego, self-aggrandisment, and noise. Plenty of noise. Around you, and inside you. Humility is for losers. Humility is for those that can never make it. The weak. The ineffectual. The babies.

I call these so-called “winners” Roman Candles. They launch up into the air all a glitter, they burn bright for a short while, then they plummet to earth in darkness, never to be seen again.

Humility is strength.
Humility is quiet.
Humility is stillness.
Humility lasts.

 I watched the Super Bowl yesterday. I’m Australian and I don’t understand American football, but I do understand human nature. There was this guy, he’s a quarterback, whatever that is, and from what all the commentators said, he was a pretty damn good quarterback. His name was Tom Brady. The sporting pundits said he was a legend. Yet when he was interviewed, he was humble. Very humble. He seemed like a regular kind of bloke.

Same with interviews I’ve seen with Roger Federer. He’s one of the greatest tennis players of all time. And man o man, is he humble. Same with Kelly Slater. He’s won the world title for surfboard riding a gazillion times. In his field, he’s a great.

These are just sporting legends. There are legends in all fields – science, medicine, the arts, in business and commerce – and the one thing these legends, these true greats, have in common is that they’re humble. They don’t need to talk themselves up. Their actions do that for them. Their achievements. Look at Elon Musk. He’s so humble you sometimes think he’s a robot. Maybe he is.

The other thing about these greats? They’re quiet. And they’re still. Elon Musk is quiet and still. And in this footy game yesterday, this Super Bowl, I noticed that when Tom Brady’s team scored a touchdown, and everyone else was jumping around and whopping and hollering, Tom Brady was still and quiet and reflective. And when things didn’t go his way and he dropped a pass, if that’s the term, he was the same way. He never got caught up in the emotion of winning, or losing. He stayed in energetic balance. That to me was the sign of a true great.

You can’t hope to become intuitive if you’re arrogant, brash, or full of yourself. You have to humble up, and see it not as a weakness, but as the greatest strength that you can possibly have. Because at the heart of humility is a rock-hard sense of belief in yourself. And your self.

You don’t need to tell people you’re great. And you don’t need people to tell you you’re great. You are great, you know you’re great, but that greatness lies in knowing that you’re an aspect of the divine, incarnated for a short while in the current body you inhabit. And that all this noise around you is meaningless. And transitory. And the only thing that lasts is your true self.

photo: Chema Perez-Ullivarri