I'm on the plane coming back to Australia.
I can't sleep.
I need to process these past six weeks.
It seems such a long time ago now that I walked down to the ghats in the heart of Bombay, set up my camera, and filmed the early morning rituals of worship.
That was my first day.
Since then I've filmed at the Ganges, in the shadows of the Himalayas, at the Duomo in Florence, and at the Vatican in Rome. I've also had the privilege to interview a living saint, and to engage with some of the wisest and most spiritual minds in India and Italy.
I didn't get to speak to His Holiness the Dalai Lama, but I will. I dreamt that I would, and so I have no doubt it will happen.
I've learnt to trust the veracity of my dreams.
Some of the people I've interviewed have said some pretty powerful things to me – things which I need to think deeply about.
I've been so flat out, intent on the making of the film and all the technical and practical detail associated with that, that I haven't had a chance to really stop and think about the larger ramifications of these past six weeks.
You can't embark on the making of a film about intuition, and not delve into spirituality. Even science, at its most profound level, defaults to an acknowledgement of something greater beyond quantification.
Einstein's quotes on intuition and God are the stuff of t-shirts. And Steve Jobs, a consummate mathematician and designer, was an ardent follower of Hindu beliefs. Google search Steve Jobs and intuition, and see what comes up.
I have about four weeks in Australia before I go to the US, and film The Dallas Prediction, which I guess is what I'll call it.
In these next few weeks before I leave I have to liaise with the editor and review everything I've shot, and begin to discuss style and content. And I have some Adjunct Professor work to do up in Queensland with my university, which I'm looking forward to.
But first I have to recalibrate.
That for me is a five day water fast, which I'll begin once I return to Mudgee. That purifies my body and mind. Gets me focused again.
I also need to reformalise my yoga practice, which means 75 minutes each morning at sunrise. Like I used to do…
And I'm going to begin to meditate again. I used to meditate when I was studying Buddhism, when I was young – and whilst I never became an adept practitioner, I found it helped me enormously in the way I structured my thoughts and emotions.
It was a Jesuit Priest in Rome who advised me to meditate. Strange that he should tell me to meditate, and not pray. But he said that now I've embarked on this intuitive and spiritual journey, I should deepen my connections.
So I'm taking his advice.
It was Pujya Swami Chidanand – the living saint – who also said to me: You have been guided. Now you must guide.
That hit me hard.
I guess I should meditate on that one hey?