Here are some shots I quite like which haven’t yet gone up on this blog.
Except for one – the last shot – which is my favourite so far. I think it captures the energy and tone of Bombay beautifully.
But you may not agree. You might think the shot is inept, or stupid, or you just don’t get it. That’s the wonderful thing about photography – it’s a completely subjective and interpretive medium… no-one is right or wrong.
Irrespective, I hope you enjoy these pics –
Julian is now two thirds of the way through his mammoth pilgrimage. It’s been very tough for him at times – what with theft, sunstroke, recurring illness, and the disappointment he’s faced several times with the changing nature of The Way.
You may not always agree with Julian, but I personally feel privileged to be able to post his observations on this blog – because he walked his first Camino before most of us had even heard of it. He really is the true pilgrim, in action and in spirit.
Here is his latest guest post:
Dawn and Dusk
This is a very different Camino, even though it’s also more of the same.
I thought that this would be my toughest Pilgrimage for my knees, but it’s turning out to be my toughest Pilgrimage for some completely different reasons. My knees have been behaving quite civilly, and I’ve been not using my bracers for four weeks and not been taking my painkillers for three, even though my speed remains slow, and my KM/day low.
An unexpected belly illness has been eating into both my body and my budget for several weeks, though I think it’s now getting under control, but some un-pilgrim has also stolen my telephone, and the French “social” “services” seem to have decided to leave me close to penniless for my second half of theWay.
The pennilessness has now happened Every Single Pilgrimage, no matter what I try and do to prevent it, though this is the first time I’ve needed to start begging. The loss of the ‘phone is a litle different, because even though it makes my contact with the world beyond the Camino much harder, it is also bringing me back closer into what the Camino actually should be — similar to the penniless, really.
The un-pilgrims are harder to deal with — not those in the process of learning, though talking with them remains difficult until they get their heads ’round the Camino a bit more ; but the massive numbers of Tourigrinos and, well, … just hikers who have not even the faintest idea of how to even commence a Pilgrimage and yet do all that they can to monopolise all of the facilities for their own very un-spiritual needs.
Ten years ago, the 5AM crowd were easy to locate and avoid ; they travelled in little groups, and one could simply move on to the next pueblo. Less said about the 4AM people, the better.
In 2014, I am typically the ONLY person remaining in the Refugio when dawn breaks, and I am immensely saddened by this crowd of hikers who never let themselves be woken by the natural Grace and Beauty of the pre-Dawn Light upon their eyelids, nor experience the natural rest of a Dusk ’til Dawn sleep.
They hike, and do not seek.
In the plane now on my way to Italy, I have time to reflect on the two weeks in India.
It was quite extraordinary.
From the overwhelming ceremony of Ganpati on the beach of Bombay, to visiting the Dalai Lama's temple in Dharamsala, I feel as though so much happened in such an intensely short period of time.
During the two weeks I shot about 12 hrs of material. That's a lot. I've been able to capture some terrific stuff, and most importantly I've left India with footage that will provide a greater understanding of intuition from the perspective of the East.
The time at Parmarth ashram was a true highlight – as was the conversation with the young British born Swami by the banks of the Ganges. He was able to articulate the process of intuition in very clear unambiguous terms.
Spending time at the Yoga Institute in Bombay was also wonderful, and having my astrological charts read by Dr. Bhatt was truly fascinating. Meeting up with my billionaire friend Pradeep was also a wonderful highlight. Already he has aided the film enormously.
Stepping away from the film – although I don't know that I can really because my journey is the film's journey, and the film's journey is my journey – I leave India with a greater sense of purpose.
The Buddhist monk in Dharamsala said that my life was saved by my karmic imprint because I had more work to do. My time wasn't up. And that it would be work that would benefit many.
Dr. Bhatt, the astrologer, said the same. His predictions of the immense wealth coming my way were outrageous – but he said it would come as a consequence of my doing something beneficial for mankind.
Is making this film what they're both referring to?
I don't know.
All I know is that I have to do it. I'm literally just following my intuition – my Personal Guidance System. I can't think of outcomes – I can only think of what's immediately ahead, and leave myself open to the whims of the cosmos.
And trust. That's the thing. Trust that what's around the corner for me is something, someone, who will take me to the next stage of this journey.
I'm pleased the funding for this film is coming in progressively. If I'd started out with the full budget, I probably would have approached it differently. I would have imposed a form on it – a structure – and it possibly would not have been as intuitive as it's now turning out to be.
The film is becoming the film it should be.
Me? I'm changing. I can feel it. I'll come back from this trip slightly different. The Camino was the first step in my changing – it pressed the Hard Reset button. Not just the reset button, it was a “hard” reset, which in tech terms means a complete reset. Bringing everything back to a default position. Getting rid of accumulated junk.
In a way, even though I didn't realise it at the time, walking the Camino was a necessary precursor to making this film. In fact it was really the start of the film for me.
During these past two weeks I've been informed, deeply touched, and inspired by the people I've met. But perhaps what touched me most were the simple moments –
These simple moments resonate with me, and will always.
I have no idea at this stage how this film will turn out – all I know is that already I've managed to capture some very special moments with some unique and wise people.
And I feel very fortunate, and grateful, to be given this opportunity.
Today Jennifer and I leave India and travel to Italy to continue filming.
We’ll be back in India in early October, to shoot the interview with Swamiji Chidanand and do a few more pickups before returning to Australia.
Then in early November we head to the US. I want to do some filming in the Stats before I head to Dallas, because according to the astrologer’s predictions, from November 23rd on I can’t leave Dallas for at least fifteen days.
Yesterday was another of those crazy serendipitous days. Where things just fell into place for me, and for the film.
We began filming early, at the Dalai Lama’s Temple – and then I got a phone call from my Pradeep.
Anyway he wanted to know how the filming was progressing, and asked my schedule. I told him we would soon be flying to Delhi. Pradeep lives in Bombay but he said he was currently in Delhi, and when I land I should contact him and we should meet up.
Pradeep is immediate. Everything has to be done now. He is literally a self made billionaire – and knowing him now as I do, I can see how he made his fortune. He is impetuous, he is very very smart, and he follows through.
He is also incredibly frugal. He will spend an eye-watering amount of money on a hand made diamond encrusted watch, and yet he will refuse to call me on my Australian mobile, because it costs him. He sends me SMSs to call him.
Anyway he came over to our hotel and asked if we wanted to have dinner with a friend. Jennifer and I were exhausted, and needed to pack for our trip tomorrow, but Bimal has become a very good friend – plus he’s an enormously charming and funny fellow, so we said yes.
He took us in his chauffeur driven S series Mercedes to a house which has to be the most magnificent residence I’ve been in during all my time in India. For a start it was a stand alone house in the centre of Delhi, which is very unusual. It was magnificently built architecturally, rising three stories with a huge basement too.
Inside it was like walking into a Vogue Living residence. The opulence was understated but unmistakable. The artworks, the plush furnishings, marble floors everywhere. The house included a huge room set up as a temple, because he and his wife are very religious. They have a staff of four just to look after the temple – not to mention all the other staff for house keeping, cooking, etc.
Over one of the finest Indian meals I’ve ever had, prepared by his private chef, he told us how he’d made his money. As a young man he started a business making reflective signs. He sold these signs mainly to Government departments which needed road signs.
But one day he got a flash of – yes, intuition. He noticed that car number plates were at that time just aluminium, and they deteriorated quickly. There are over 250 million vehicles registered in India, and millions requiring number plates each week.
So he spent six years getting the laws changed throughout all the various states and districts in India, requiring into be compulsory to have reflective number plates. Now he is the major manufacturer of these number plates not only in India, but throughout the world.
He and Pradeep have been friends for more than forty years. They grew up together as kids. They both had no money.
Before dinner Pradeep extolled the virtues of my film to his friend, and urged me to show him the sizzle reel, which I did. He loved it, and said it would be a success.
Pradeep then got on his mobile, dialled a number, then quickly handed me the phone. Here, he said, it’s Bikram Choudry. He is my good friend. He owns some yoga schools. He is in LA – speak to him.
(Pradeep talking to Bikram)
He thrust the phone at me and I was suddenly talking to the legendary Bikram, from Bikram Yoga. He asked when I was coming to Los Angeles, and gave me his private phone number and email and told me to contact him when I was in America, and we would meet and discuss the film.
Wow.
Bikram is also very good friends with Deepak Chopra, and Pradeep said I should ask that Deepak be in the film as well.
You might ask – is Pradeep and his friend going to put money into my film? I don’t know, and I would never ask them. Already Pradeep is contributing to the film in ways money simply couldn’t buy.
I do need funds now for the next phase of the filming – the Dallas stage – but it will come. It’s come in the past when I’ve needed it, and it will come in the future, I have no doubt, because this film wants to be made. I feel that very strongly. It’s now champing at the bit, eager to move forward. I’m just holding the reigns.
So today we fly to Italy, and begin to look at intuition from a Christian perspective. Once again, just as was the case when I set off for India, I have nothing planned, nothing lined up. All I have is that contact with the Vatican photographer that I met at the Rishikesh Parmarth ashram. I’ve since been in touch with him and he’s already started to help me.
I’m not anxious. I trust that the cosmos, the cosmic rays, will guide me.
They’ve done a damn good job so far…
For those of you who have been following this blog recently, you’ll recall that an astrologer read my charts while I was in Bombay.
I’d given him the exact time and place of my birth – and it took him several weeks to do all the calculations.
The astrologer wasn’t some street corner soothsayer – this man is a billionaire many times over, and he’s made his fortune by following his own astrological charts.
He’s a lawyer, he has a doctorate, and his holdings include145 companies that straddle banking, finance, media and gaming. He’s been studying astrology for the past 35 years.
His predictions for me rocked me to the core. They seemed so wild and unbelievable. I filmed it all, not realising as it all unfolded what the stars had in store for me. I’ve since done a cutdown of the sequence, (thank you Rachit for all your help mate!), and here it is:
This morning again started early – but in editing.
With Rachit’s help (it turns out he’s quite an accomplished editor, amongst his other talents) I’m putting together an edited excerpt of the astrologer’s prediction – how if I go to Dallas on November 23rd, immense wealth will begin to rain down on me.
That edit should be completed by tomorrow, and I’ll put it up on a link for you all to see.
We then drove to a nearby monastery where I did a wonderful interview with a Buddhist monk and scholar, who gave it to me straight about the voice. He knew what it was, and where it came from.
And when I asked him WHY? he told me that it wasn’t my time to go because my work on this earthly plane was not yet done. Of course I asked him what work, and he said good work, for humankind. But it was up to me. He said I’d been given an opportunity, and now it was up to me to make good use of that opportunity.
it was quite a wide ranging interview, and I found it fascinating talking to this esteemed monk – and later when the film is done I’ll probably offer the entire interview in special features.
We then filmed in the Tibetan Studies Library and Archives – where they store Buddhist scriptures that go back to the 1500s. The Archivist brought out some of the records which were so old we couldn’t touch them without them crumbling.
Right now I’m sitting in a little cage while it pours down outside. An elderly Tibetan lady came to our table selling bangles and souvenirs. Much as we didn’t want or need any of what she was selling, we still brought some stuff because it was a way of giving her some money with dignity.
She then sat down with is and Jennifer showed her some of her photos of Tibetan textiles which shed taken. They sat laughing and chatting until the lights went out.
A little story to finish: while in Delhi I had an intuitive flash that we should change hotels and stay at another place called The Lalit. I’ve stayed in The Lalit before – it’s a big luxurious hotel near to where we’re staying in Connaught Place.
I always choose where we’re to stay by following my PGS, and I got this impulse to stay at the Lalit when we come back to Delhi. It seemed odd because I’ve been making hotel choices in part based on price – its inappropriate on this film to stay at fancy digs, and so this impulse was odd.
Having stayed at The Lalit before, I knew that I could probably get a big discount and so the price would not be an issue – so I mentioned it to Jennifer. She told me firmly that we should not stay at The Lalit, and we should keep our booking at the Raddison and not change it.
This morning I got a call out of the blue from my billionaire mate. He told me he was coming to Delhi tomorrow and he was staying at The Lalit – and asked where I was staying, when I told him he admonished me, and said I should be staying at The Lalit, so it would be easier for us to meet and talk.
Huh.
Id had that impulse but Jennifer had overruled it.
When I mentioned this, she was floored. And she vowed she would never interfere with my PGS again. And I made a quiet vow to myself that I should follow my impulses and not be swayed by anyone else – even Jennifer.
In the whole scheme of things, whether we stay there at the Lalit or not is no big deal, but if you acknowledge that everything is a sign, which is what Swamiji told me in Rishikesh, then perhaps this is a precursor sign – to remind me that I must stick to my intuitive guns.
I don’t know.
As they say, the more I know the less I know…
I'm sorry that I haven't been more immediately responsive to your comments.
Dodgy internet is part of the problem, but mainly each day has been flat out, and there simply hasn't been the time.
Yesterday for instance started before dawn, and we didn't get back to the hotel from filming at the monastery until 7pm. Last night I literally kept falling asleep while doing the blog, and I didn't finish until after 11pm.
The blog usually takes me between an hour and an hour and a half –
I'm slow, I know…
Anyway I have a bit of time this morning before we head out.
Today we shoot at a smaller monastery on the outskirts of town – and I'll be interviewing a Buddhist monk – a scholar from the Institute of Buddhist Studies – who has some very interesting views on intuition.
Even though I didn't get to interview His Holiness the Dalai Lama (yet!), the trip to Dharamsala has been very worthwhile. It's like a different country to India – more like Tibet – and importantly for the film, it's allowed me to get a Buddhist perspective on intuition, which is quite different to Hinduism.
Anyway, now I'm going to reply to your comments. And again my apologies for my tardiness.
I woke early this morning – before sunrise – because I wanted to see the Dalai Lama's Temple at first light.
I stumbled down a rocky path in the dim pre-sunrise gloom, and finally found myself outside this gated compound that looked like anything but the Residence in exile of a banished national and spiritual leader.
It was meant to be a palace. I was expecting something grand – something with gleaming spires and colourful Tibetan flags snapping in the morning breeze, and golden rooftops.
Instead I got a jumble of buildings that looked like government offices, built in the early 1950s. It was very disillusioning.
And then I thought of the Buddhist doctrine of non attachment – and it all made sense. His Holiness does not need to live in a fancy palace with gold plated taps and marble floors. Where he lived was in absolute keeping with his beliefs.
Here's another freaky intuitive moment on this film: our assistant's name is Rachit. Every time I say his name, I'm terrified I'll call him Ratshit. Anyway, unknowingly to me, the weekend we arrived in Rishikesh, he traveled up to Dharamsala to spend three days in a remote Buddhist monastery, doing a retreat.
This film is definitely calling the shots.
We went to the remote monastery today. It took us two hours to drive 40kms. That's how crazy the traffic was. And how bad the roads were.
We stopped at roadside dhaba which would have freaked out most people with its lack of hygiene – however it looked ok to me and we sat down and ordered thali – a mixture of curries and dahls and tandoori roties. You're given a silver tray and someone comes around with a sausepan and ladles out your curries. You can eat as much as you like. It costs 40 Rps, or approx 80 cents Australian.
Even though it all looked very scary dirty, it tasted delicious – one of the best curries I've ever had.
On the way through to the monastery we passed a car taking school kids home. I counted 12 kids in the car. And the car was tiny. Can you imagine trying to do that in Australia? You'd get locked up!
We got to the monastery and all the monks were involved in a teaching. But it looked magnificent. And we shot a great sequence there.
Tomorrow we're doing an interview with the Director of Buddhist Studies, just on the outskirts of town, and we've also been allowed to shoot in their library, which contains texts and discourses dating back to the 1600's.
It's a shame the Dalai Lama's not here, but I'm going to make another attempt when we come back to Delhi.
Even without him though, we're still getting some very solid stuff that is supporting the underline narrative we're shooting to.
All afternoon while driving out to the monastery, and while filming, my son Clancy kept sending me text messages about the Preliminary Finals, in which my team The Sydney Swans, kicked enormous butt to win convincingly.
This means we're into the Grand Finals – ou rAFL equivalent of the Superbowl. Buddha, hang with me one more week mate, that's all I need…
Today it took 8 1/2 hrs to drive 240kms.
I’m not joking.
That’s what Indian roads, and traffic, are like.
We stopped for lunch for about half an hour – so that’s averaging 30kms per hour.
Unbelievable. But always fascinating, and never boring.
Our day stated at Chandigarh’s arcane Sikhs Institute, and an interview with one of the heads of the organisation – a venerable academic and scholar, who spoke about how you could train your mind to become more intuitive.
After that we headed off to Dharamsala, right up north, on the border of Tibet. As we drove in, the town shrouded in evening mist, the elevation is so high here, it really did feel like we’d driven into another country. It’s so vastly different to the India I know.
The only two really interesting things in the drive were the place we had lunch – a Punjabi “dhaba,” which so erred the most glorious food, even though it loked pretty ordinary as we pulled in. And it had one of the most disgusting toilets I’ve seen in al of India, which probably means in all of the world.
But the food more than compensated – with piping hot roti and naan coming to the table straight out of the clay tandoori oven.
The second interesting thing was the police bribe. We drove around a corner and right in front of us was a police roadblock. The driver slammed on his brakes, and the cops gestured for him to present his papers and get out of the vehicle.
He did so, then came back to me and asked if he could have some cash, because the cops were lumbering him for not wearing a uniform. Evidently when you drive a tourist vehicle like the one he had, you have to wear a uniform, but no one does. The cops were just scamming. 1000 rupees later, paid in a bribe, and it was all sorted, and we were on our way.
Again I’ll have to post today’s pics tomorrow – but here are some shots taken this evening in Dharamsala.
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