Each day gets more and more bizarre.
Today I continued filming with my billionaire friend, who is also an accomplished astrologer. He has lived by his astrological charts – his mathematics, as he calls it – and he has based his business decisions around them too. His stars have led him to immeasurable wealth.
It’s taken him several weeks to do my charts – based on the exact time and location of my birth – and today he gave me the results.
Firstly, he told me in chilling detail what’s unfolded in the past twenty years of my life. Not personal things, things that he could have known from some other source, but broad-stroke shifts in my life that no-one other than my wife and close family would know. Seismic things.
He was unerringly accurate.
Then he told me what was in store for me.
He told me that I had to go to Dallas on the 23rd of November, and stay there for 15 days, and wonderful things would begin to unfold for me. I was to go without money, and stay in a cheap motel. My wife Jennifer could carry money, but I could not.
He said that his reading was that I was a “good soul” who wanted to bring goodness to the world, and in doing that I would quickly amass wealth. Enormous wealth, he said. I would accumulate considerable assets, but I would also be very charitable.
But only if I went to Dallas on November 23rd, without any money, and stayed for fifteen days. If after fifteen days good things started to happen, then I was to stay for a further thirty days. And a further thirty days. For up to eleven years.
He said there were three places on earth where the cosmic rays would shine on me beneficially – Dallas was the most propitious, but then there was a place called Muscogee in Georgia, and Panama. But Dallas was the number one spot.
He said that my period of beneficence started in 2012 – and I had sixteen years. So two years has already elapsed. He told me that if I didn’t want to go, then he would pay for me to go – he felt that strongly that this was the best thing for me.
So what do I do?
Is this man the emissary of my divine guidance?
What would you do?
Here’s what I’m going to do: as soon as he said Dallas, something pinged inside me. I knew immediately that even though I didn’t understand it, even though it made no sense at all, I had to go to Dallas and do exactly what he told me – arrive on November 23rd, get the free airport shuttle, stay in a cheap motel, and trust that the “cosmic rays” will shine down on me.