In the past 6 days, Jennifer and I have driven more than 2000kms to go visit The Crystal Castle just outside Mullumbimby, (north coast of NSW) – with our good friends Ken & Angie, and Donna & Greg.

All are Camino buddies from when we walked the Portuguese Camino two years ago.

On the drive up, Jennifer and I had stopped at a beach called Arrawarra – a beautiful deserted beach north of Coffs Harbour. Late in the afternoon we went for a walk on the beach, with storm clouds overhead, and the sea white-capped.

Jennifer stopped and picked up a small white stone. It was a smooth oval shape, and it was almost perfectly white. She handed this to me and said it was my soul stone.

I put it in the top pocket of my shirt, and from then on carried it close to my heart.

Cut to:

We went to The Crystal Castle with Ken & Angie, Donna & Greg, and we had a great time. It is a very special place, and one that I would certainly revisit at any opportunity. In fact, we’ve agreed to do it again in a year’s time.

Cut to:

On Sunday morning, on the way back from Mullumbimby I stopped in at Lismore and I did a fabulous interview with a person whom I’d been guided to. His name is Serge Benhayon, he runs an energetic healing centre called Universal Medicine, and he gave me a terrific interview for my PGS intuition film.

He told me the voice I heard that saved my life was my soul’s voice.

Cut to:

This morning. We’re in a motel in Tamworth, about 500kms from Mudgee. I woke up early and re-read a section of Gary Zukav’s book, THE SEAT OF THE SOUL. 

For me, everything comes back to the soul. That’s what WHITE WITCH, BLACK WITCH is all about – will be all about when I finish the series – and that’s what my intuition film is all about. It all comes back to the soul.

Here’s what Zukav says:

The individual unit of evolution is the soul. This perception is new to us because, as a species, we have not before been aware of the existence of the soul. In our religious thoughts we acknowledge what we call the soul, but we have not, until now, taken it seriously enough to consider what the existence of the soul means in terms of everyday experience, in terms of the joys and pains and sorrows and fulfillments that make a human life.

We have not studied the soul, or sought to help it attain what is necessary to its evolution and its health. Because we have been five-sensory, we have focused upon the body and the personality. We have developed an extensive knowledge of the physical apparatus that the soul assumes when it incarnates. We know of amino acids, neurotransmitters, chromosomes, and enzymes, but we do not know of the soul. We do not know how these physical functions serve the soul, or are affected by it.

We seek to cure dysfunction of the body by controlling its environment at the molecular level. In other words, our approach to healing is based upon the perception of power as external. This type of healing can be helpful to the body, but it does not, and cannot, heal at the level of the soul.

Consider that those who are trained in this way are accustomed to learning about Life through the study of dead matter. They seek to learn of Life through the study of carcasses and corpses. Through the study of that which does not have spirit, how can they see spirit? 

Cut to:

Some time later, Jennifer and I are packing up to leave the motel.  I pick up the shirt that I’d been wearing a few days ago and went to put it into my case. I heard something drop out of the pocket and fall to the floor.

I couldn’t see anything on the floor though.

I got on my hands and knees and looked under the bed, and then under a cabinet.

Still I couldn’t see what had fallen out.

I thought maybe it was some small change, and a cleaner would probably find it and have a little $2 windfall.

I packed the shirt away, put some stuff in the car, then I came back to get my small carry-on case that has my computer and leads in it. I’d packed it earlier, and it was on a stand.

I grabbed it and picked it up – but I’d forgotten that I hadn’t zipped it up. Everything fell onto the floor, including my computer.

Now, you have to understand, I never do this. I’m always fastidious about closing latches and zippers, particularly with my luggage. Jennifer is the opposite. She leaves her luggage half open all the time. Drives me nuts. I go around and I close all her bags and cases. I point this out to her and tell her she will lose things if she doesn’t close her bags properly, but she just shrugs and says: There’s no such thing as loss in the Universe. 

Like I said, it drives me nuts.

Anyway, this morning, I’d forgotten to close my case, and everything fell onto the floor. I think that’s the first time that’s ever happened to me.

I picked it all up. And then I wondered if anything had rolled under the bed, or the cabinet. And so once again I got on my hands and knees and peered under the bed, and then the cabinet.

And that’s when I saw it –
The soul stone.

It had fallen out of my shirt pocket and rolled under the cabinet. I hadn’t seen it the first time I looked, but this time I saw it clearly.

If that accident with my case hadn’t happened, I would have driven away without ever finding the stone.

So here’s the thing – you can look at this two ways:

You can use your rational mind and say that it was just co-incidental – a quirk of fate that my bag spilled out – or you can use your spiritual mind and say that it was the Universe once again tapping me on the shoulder, reminding me that it’s there, watching out for me.

All I can say is:
Thanks guys…
I like that stone…