I received an email overnight from Leslie Gilmour, who runs a Camino website and forum called Camino Adventures. Here is his website:

Camino Adventures homepage

He contacted me to let me know he’d written a wonderful review of my Camino memoir book, THE WAY, MY WAY. Here is the review:

Leslie Gilmour’s review:

He says:

…this is the best Camino de Santiago travelogue that I have read to date. It is funny, at points heart wrenching, insightful, and like the best of these books brutally honest. On top of all that it is a damn good read, one of the few that I found hard to put down in the evening.

It was incredibly kind of him.

When reading the review it spurred me to consider, now two years later, what’s been the “take-out” from that walk. That pilgrimage. That experience.

The take out has been profound – physically, emotionally, spiritually.

I am now a vastly different person to the one that set off, literally trembling with fear at times, to walk the Camino in April / May of 2013.

PHYSICALLY:
Physically, the Camino took its toll. I remember thinking at one point during the walk that I didn’t care if I had to have titanium knees or legs when I finished, I was going to complete the Camino no matter what the long term collateral damage.

I came back sore but not sorry, thinking my body would repair itself. An MRI showed that I had no cartilage left in my right knee joint, and that “a knee replacement is not a question of if, but when,” according to the specialist that examined my MRI.

Separately I’d lost sensitivity in the toes and ball of my left foot. After several excruciatingly painful tests, a Neurologist told me that I’d pinched or bruised a nerve near my spine, and that the feeling in my left foot would eventually return.

Two years later the feeling has returned – but not completely. I still lack sensitivity in some areas.

Perhaps the most striking physical effect of the Camino though has been that my eyesight has returned. Prior to the Camino I’d worn glasses for about 15 years – long distance and reading glasses.

I now don’t wear glasses at all.

I stopped using my glasses during the Camino, for practical reasons, because it was hard taking photos while wearing glasses. And part way into the walk I realised that I didn’t need my glasses anymore – my eyesight had improved.

Soon I will have to renew my drivers license, and it will be interesting to see if I pass the eye test!

EMOTIONALLY:
I’m calmer. I don’t let much bother me anymore.

On the Camino, if ever I was anxious about something, I’d ask myself: What’s the worst that can happen? and invariably, if I answered truthfully I’d realise that answer wasn’t so bad. I could handle it.

Anxious about getting a bed that night?
What’s the worst that can happen?
I sleep under a tree, or in an ATM booth.
That’s not so bad.

Anxious about my knee?
What’s the worst that can happen?
I need surgery when I get back.
That’s not so bad.

Anxious that a blister is forming?
What’s the worst that can happen?
It forms, it’s huge, and it’s incredibly painful.
That’s not so bad. It won’t stop me walking.

And so forth.

When I got back home, I applied that “What’s the worst that can happen?” mantra to other aspects of my life.

I have high cholesterol.
What’s the worst that can happen?
I have a heart attack and die.
That’s not so bad.

And I mean it – dying is not so bad.
It just opens up new possibilities, that’s all – new adventures.
Which leads me to the spiritual take-out:

SPIRITUALLY:
The spiritual advancements have been significant.

I won’t go into this in detail, because it’s deeply personal – but I now believe things I didn’t use to believe.

Here’s what I put up on this blog last November, in Dallas – a list of what I believe:

• I believe in divine guidance.
• I believe in an all encompassing, all pervasive force of pure unimaginable love that some would call God.
• I believe in destiny
• I believe in free will
• I believe in reincarnation
• I believe that children choose their parents
• I believe that we’re each born into this earthly realm to achieve certain things and learn certain lessons.
• I believe in the subtle body
• I believe we each have a soul
• I believe that our soul is everlasting
• I believe that our soul is always constantly seeking a higher plane.
• I don’t believe in death
• I don’t believe in religion
• I don’t believe in evil
• But I do believe in ignorance, which spawns fear and hate
• I believe in divine messengers
• I believe we are each given signs, constantly, to help direct us along our path.
• I believe in a Higher Self, or Selves
• I believe in miracles
• I believe that ultimately, the only thing that truly matters is love.

If you want to see the full post, here it is:

What I believe –

In the two years since that Camino I’ve written two books – THE WAY, MY WAY – and a book on how to best take photos on the Camino – PHOTO CAMINO.

My wife and I have also led two pilgrimage walking tours – a tour along the Portuguese Camino, and a tour along the Via di Francesco, in Italy.

This September we are taking a tour group on a spiritual tour of India.

I would not have contemplated doing any of this prior to walking the Camino in 2013. The thought of doing so would have been absurd.

But this is just the start.

The thing I’ve realised is this: Walking the Camino did not trigger change in me. Walking the Camino simply prepared me for the changes that were inevitable.

Weird and Whacky spoiler alert –

For those of you not interested in my delving into the Weird and the Whacky, click over onto something else… something really boring, like Women’s Cricket.

Ouch.

That was my wife slapping me over the head.

Okay – A Dweller on Two Planets.
Intriguing title, no?

The book was “written” by a seventeen year old boy in 1883. Frederick S Oliver lived on a farm in northern California, and admits that he had very little learning or education when he came to write the book.

The book is extraordinary.

It’s written in a highly intellectual and complex style, and yet it’s very accessible. But the thing is, it’s simply not possible to believe that a seventeen year old kid without any education could have written such a tome.

In fact, he claimed he didn’t. He claimed he was merely the stenographer for an entity called Phylos the Thibetan, who channeled the work through Frederick.

The book was finally published in 1905, six years after Frederick’s death. The book was published by his mother, who along with his father, a medical doctor, witnessed and vouched for the circumstances of their son’s channeling.

Frederick says that Phylos would give him sections of text out of context, and even sentences and paragraphs in the wrong order, and would later instruct Frederick how to edit them so that they would make sense.

The book tells in graphic detail about Atlantis. And I mean incredible detail. More detail than is possible for a seventeen year old boy, barely literate, to imagine or write about himself.

The book also describes advances in technology and science which were yet to happen – including the discovery of X-Rays, telephony, high speed rail transport – and other deeper metaphysical subjects, such as karma and reincarnation.

Here is a summary:

Concerning itself with Atlantis, it portrays a first person account of Atlantean culture which had reached a high level of technological and scientific advancement. His personal history and that of a group of souls with whom Phylos closely interacted is portrayed in the context of the social, economic, political and religious structures which shaped Poseid society.

Daily life for Poseidi citizens included such things as antigravity air and submarine craft, television, wireless telephony, arial water generators, air conditioners and high-speed rail. The book deals with deep esoteric subjects including karma and re-incarnation and describes Phylos’ final incarnation in 19th century America where his Atlantean karma played itself out.

In that incarnation (as Walter Pierson, gold miner and occult student of the Theo-Christic Adepts) he travelled to Venus/Hysperia in a subtle body while his physical form remained at the temple inside Mt Shasta.

The book subsequently caused a furore on publication, and became a standard bearer for a lot of New Age thought which is still current. Its influences since have been manyfold, including the starting of the I AM discourses of Guy Ballard, and the Lemurian movement.

Frederick wrote most of the book in the shadow of Mt. Shasta, which if you remember Jennifer and I visited – when was it – last year? Mt. Shasta has become a very important place for those interested in spiritual and esoteric learning and discovery.

Read this book – A Dweller on Two Planets – and read it with an open mind. Read it knowing the circumstances of its writing. It will challenge your thinking about what you’ve been taught to believe is true. It costs less than a buck on Kindle:

There’s another book that I’m reading at the moment, which was also channeled – this time by Jesus Christ, through a highly trained academic. It’s A Course in Miracles, and it was written by Helen Schucman, an avowed disbeliever in God or Jesus.

She wrote the book from dreams, visions, and what she called an “inner voice.” She had another academic help her in the writing and compilation of what has become, some say, a New Age Bible.

The book is dense and complex and at times not easy reading at all. It challenges you and your beliefs on all sorts of levels.

But once again, knowing how it was “written,” you have to give serious consideration that perhaps there are things “behind the veil,” as the channeller for Kryon, Lee Carroll, calls it.

What do I believe?
I believe this stuff.
Sure.
Just like I believe in electricity.
And gravity.
And the sub-atomic nature of matter.
I don’t know how they work, but I still believe in them.

I subscribe to what Shakespeare wrote in Hamlet: There are more things in heaven and earth Horatio, than are dreamt of in your Philosophy.

I thought I’d post this definition of a pilgrimage, which I read this morning in a newsletter from the Parmarth Niketan Mission, in Rishikesh, India. 

To me, it beautifully encapsulates what it means to embark on a pilgrimage –

A yatra or sacred pilgrimage is a divine experience. 

It is an internal journey as well as an outer journey; a true pilgrimage takes us not only to a Source of the Divine in the external world, but also to the Divine Source within ourselves. 

In this way, every minute and every moment of a pilgrimage is puja (worship), not only that which we perform in the temple upon arrival. 

The pilgrimage experience touches us so deeply that it transforms us and turns us into vessels and vehicles of transformation for the world. 

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Some exciting new developments with the PGS film –

Jennifer and I will be heading back to the US mid July to continue filming – most probably returning to Dallas – as well as LA, San Francisco, possibly Oregon again, and perhaps Boulder Colorado too.

The filming itinerary is still taking shape, but we hope to be accompanied by someone who, like us, lives their life intuitively. And very much believes in what we’re doing.

More information later, but it’s all coming together as it should. Because this film is being made under guidance.

For the ladies going on the Mother Ganga tour in September, here is a post from Jennifer giving advice on Indian clothing…

Jennifer: What I wear in India ~

What do I wear in India?

On the Mother Ganga tour, especially in Delhi, Amritsar and Mumbai, it’s going to be very warm. And by very warm, I mean hot.

In Australia, when it gets hot in summer, I wear shorts and a singlet around the house, and a thin dress for a visit to the shops. This means exposed legs, exposed arms, tops that can be low cut, shorts or dresses that can be short short.

In India, in the summer, I dress up. Layers and layers, even if it’s 40C+. This is what’s most comfortable. This is how the Indian women dress, and I figure they’ve been doing it for hundreds of years, so they must know what best suits the climate.

So in India I dress Indian!

I put on traditional Indian leg-ins, called churidars. The Indians must have invented leg-ins. They are long and thin down your leg but big and baggy around your tummy.

Nothing tight.

If it’s really hot though sometimes I’ll wear baggy salwars pants.  They are so big I can fit myself into them a couple of times.  Over this I wear a kurta.  This is the iconic Indian shirt.

A kurta goes over my head and down over my leg-ins or baggy salwar pants.  It covers all the folds of fabric pulled in at my tummy and floats down to my thighs or my calves depending on the length I choose.

The last layer is  my favourite piece of Indian clothing – the dupatta.

A dupatta is like a scarf or shawl  except it’s twice as big.  I drape my dupatta over my shoulders, put on some pretty sandals, and I’m ready to face anything the Indian streets may send my way.

Everything I’m wearing is either cotton or silk, or both.  The sweep and flutter of my baggy pants, and the flip and flap of my dupatta, creates little eddies of breeze – my own cooling system.

If the sun’s beating down, I can use my dupatta to shade my face.  If there’s a sudden rain squall, my dupatta will protect me till I find shelter.  And when I go into a hotel lobby and the air con hits me, I  can wrap my dupatta around me so I don’t get hypothermic shock.

And if I spill curry on myself  – well I can use my dupatta as camouflage.

I walk differently when I’m in my Indian layers.  Gone are my camino hiking boot strides.  I take little steps.  I like to think I’m graceful and feminine like the Indian ladies around me.  I’m not really.

They sail past in exotic clothing,  More exotic than I would dare to wear.  They have on the perfect  mix and match  confections called Salwar Kameez.  Each item in theory is like mine but in practice no.  The artistry of the Salwar Kameez can be breathtaking.

Or perhaps they are wearing saris.  Oh my!  Six meters of exquisite fabric draped around a body.  How do they stay on?  Why don’t the ladies trip over?  How do they do it?  I have heard they use safety pins but even so.

This is a feminine country.

The softest mint greens are mixed with the most delicate pinks.  In India orange is a neutral and hot pink goes with everything.

Head to foot pure white looks divine.

And glorious ruby red matched with brilliant emerald green doesn’t make me think of Christmas.  Every colour imaginable is on the street in combinations that make my head spin.

Sequins are worn to breakfast.   Sparkle is daywear.  Jewelry glints and gleams.

Shiny bangles go all the way up arms.  Ankles tinkle with tiny bells. Toes wear rings.  Hands are etched in henna.  Foreheads are decorated in coloured powder.

I so want to join in.

There are a few places still available on the Mother Ganga tour.
Here is the link to the site:
http://gonetours.com/mother-ganga-tour-sept-2015/
bill@gonetours.com

This is a post about nothing.

Lately I’ve become fascinated with nothing.

Zero.
Zilch.
Hich.
Hich?

Hich was the name of the hotel I stayed in, in Konya, Central Turkey.

Hich means “nothing,” in the Islamic tradition, and it’s a central part of Sufi teachings. They believe that you should strive for nothing-ness – a state where the ego dissolves completely, and there is no barrier between yourself and unity with God.

The Buddhists too strive to attain a state of nothingness – where there is no attachment to things or feelings or thoughts or actions. Suffering comes through attachment. If you have no attachment, you have no suffering. You have nothing.

I’m fascinated by zero – a concept that was conceived by Indian mathematicians in the 5th century AD. It’s incredible to think that the numeric system that we operate under now, in which zero is such an integral part, came from Indian scholars 16 centuries ago.

This excerpt from Wikipedia:

The rules governing the use of zero appeared for the first time in Brahmagupta’s book Brahmasputha Siddhanta (The Opening of the Universe). Here Brahmagupta considers not only zero, but negative numbers, and the algebraic rules for the elementary operations of arithmetic with such numbers. Here are the rules of Brahmagupta:

• The sum of zero and a negative number is negative.
• The sum of zero and a positive number is positive.
• The sum of zero and zero is zero.

What’s interesting about this is that the rules for zero came from a book called: The Opening of the Universe. 

This brings me to the next aspect of nothing I’m fascinated with – cosmology, and the research currently underway in Switzerland by CERN into the substance of matter. Or dark matter, to be exact.

A huge machine called a Large Hadron Collidor is buried underground somewhere in the French/Swiss countryside, and the world’s top physicists are using this machine to smash sub atomic particles together at incredible velocities to see what happens when they bust open.

Check this article out:
http://www.smh.com.au/technology/sci-tech/large-hadron-collider-is-cranking-up-again-prepare-to-have-your-mind-blown-20150603-ghfktm.html

What’s interesting in this article is this section:

Scientists now know that the atoms that make up the stuff we can see (such as stars, butterflies, asteroids, toasters, clouds and humans), account for less than 5 per cent of the universe’s mass. That leaves a lot of other stuff about which we know almost nothing. About 27 per cent of the universe is dark matter and the rest – about 68 per cent – is dark energy. Some scientists hope that collisions in the Large Hadron Collider will give us some evidence of dark matter, which has never before been detected.

So 68% of the universe is made up of stuff we know nothing about.

The last time the guys at CERN did these experiments, they discovered what they called “The God Particle.” What’s a God Particle? I’ll use a quote from The Dude in The Big Lebowski: “That rug really tied the room together man.”

The God Particle is the rug, and the Universe is the room.

Here’s a good article from Nat Geo to explain – http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2008/03/god-particle/achenbach-text

So, this is why I’m fascinated by nothing.

Last year, Jennifer and I went to a Sydney Camino dinner.

We don’t normally go to these dinners – in part because we’ve found them to be very clique-y; and by that I mean that groups quickly form, and then you’re not made to feel welcome into that group.

Some people can become very proprietorial about the Camino. Very possessive. They don’t like to share it. It becomes their very reason for being, and so they hold it close.

Too close, sometimes, I believe.

Jennifer and I go to those dinners principally to hang out with Britta and Jenny and Janet, who are like those fairies you see in the old Disney movies, that fly into a dark room and light it up with their magic energy.

Anyway, at this one particular dinner Jennifer and I sat opposite a couple who had driven down from the Blue Mountains. Two hours. They were hoping to walk the Camino soon, and wanted some information from the dinner meeting.

But they found that no-one would talk to them.

They were ignored.

There was no way for them to find out anything about the Camino.

They later told me they felt like getting up, walking out, and driving back to the mountains.

Jennifer and I had come late and we sat down opposite them, and we asked them questions, and they asked us questions, and we ended up having a good old chin wag.

We discovered they both had major medical disorders which would make the Camino difficult for them – the man had a sleeping disorder which would require him carrying a three kg machine to help him breathe at night.

His wife had major issues with both knees, which would require surgery.

At the time I admired their resolve and determination, and wondered if they would ever go through with it. I suspected they would, because they had the bug bad. (The Camino bug that gets into your bloodstream and can’t be cured until you walk the Camino.)

We kept in touch, and via email, we became friends.
His name is Tony Jacques, and his wife is Ce.

They walked the Camino, and averaged about 20kms a day. It was a remarkable feat.

Next I heard that Tony was setting up a Camino group dinner at Blackheath, in the Blue Mountains, and he asked if Jen and I would like to come.

It was to be held at Glenella, a very famous guesthouse / restaurant, which Jennifer and I knew from the 80s, when it was owned by Michael Manners, and was regarded as one of the state’s finest restaurants.

The dinner was last week. $25 a head for a pilgrim meal, which included warm tortilla, grilled chicken on skewers, salad, and home made ice-cream, fruit, and home made meringues. Wine was included.

It was a delicious meal.

Glenella is now owned by a couple that recently cycled the Camino – Rowan and Margaret Boutell. They said it was the Camino that brought them to Glenella. Along with Tony and Ce, they are now keen to make these dinners a regular event.

Certainly the evening was a wild success. There must have been about 50 people – and unlike the Sydney dinner, you walked in and were immediately met with conviviality, and made welcome.

During the dinner there were three speakers who gave information about the Camino to those who were thinking of walking – quite a few at that dinner it seemed were either thinking of, or planning to, walk the Camino.

Tony also very generously plugged my books –

Towards the end of the dinner, he got up and did a Powerpoint presentation which gave a lot of information about the Camino, and what to expect. He spoke with humility, grace, and engagement.

And then over dessert everyone got up and mixed, and chatted, swapped stories, and got to know one another. I have to say it was the antithesis of the Sydney dinners we’d been to, which have been cold and aloof and uninformative.

Since that dinner, in follow up emails, Tony tells me they have plans to not only continue the dinners monthly, but to expand to other towns in the Blue Mountains / Central West area. And possibly hold film evenings, showing a Camino movie.

(Anyone from Mudgee or surrounding district that would want to have a dinner in Mudgee, let me know and I’ll help organise it – billpgsblog@gmail.com )

What I find amazing about this is: the level of interest in the Camino, for so many people in the Blue Mountains area to come out on a winter’s night as they did –

And, the commitment of Tony and Ce – and Rowan and Margaret – to organise such an event.

They must love the Camino…

I’ve posted on the Gone Tours website some suggested reading and viewing for those coming on the India tour – the Mother Ganga tour – in September.

India is such a complex country, with customs and religions that most of us don’t understand – so to get the most out of the trip it’s good to know a bit beforehand.

Here is the link:

http://gonetours.com/2015/05/30/mother-ganga-tour-early-preparation/

Also, we’re now having to finalise such things as airline flights, hotel rooms etc. We have eight people confirmed already, but there’s room for more. So if you’re thinking about coming, please get in touch with me – even if you’re not sure at this stage – so that I can hold rooms.

bill@gonetours.com

India is the kind of country where you can’t wing it – you can’t do things at the last moment. Flights and train travel, with full names, have to be booked in advance. (We’re traveling by train from Delhi to Amritsar. It should be fabulous!)

So please, let me know if you’re considering the tour –