Today was all about the Prince of Bhutan.

Yes, the Prince of Bhutan.

Bhutan is a small country way up in the Himalayas, near Tibet and Nepal.

Bhutan is reputed to be the happiest place on earth.

The Prince’s brother is the King.

What does the Prince of Bhutan have to do with me and Dallas?

You’ll have to wait to find out.

Today was weird.

Through circumstances which will have to wait for the film, I found myself outside the big Cathedral in downtown Dallas.

It’s called the Cathedral Guadalupe. It was built in 1895.

The Indian astrologer had said that I should go to the biggest church I could find, to let the Gods know that I was being respectful.

I’d forgotten that he’d told me that, and only remembered when I happened to drive past this magnificent old church.

I parked and walked inside.

The Cathedral was enormous, with exquisite stained glass windows and an elegantly simple altar.

It had a powerful vibe.

I meditated at the altar, and that’s when the Prince of Bhutan kicked in.

I can’t say more at this stage.

I’m not being cute, and I’m not joking.

Today the sky was bright blue, the air sharp and crystalline.

Perfect for beneficial cosmic rays.

The motel owner’s name is Nick.

He has teeth like a Port Jackson shark.

They changed the towels.

Under duress.

I like this place.

But I like Bhutan better.

It’s a happy place…

I woke this morning at 4:14am

I don’t make this stuff up.

There are people in the room next door that have been living here for eight years.

Whenever they move around their room, our room shakes.

We can hear every conversation.

Which means that they can hear us, if they care to listen.

They probably don’t. They seem preoccupied with their own lives, which from all accounts are colourful.

Right now at 5am they are talking, volubly. Intensely. Non stop.

It’s 5am guys.

What’s to talk about at 5am?

We must be near a train line because every ten minutes or so, I can hear the mournful wailing whistle blast of a freight train as it passes in the night.

It’s somehow romantic.

Huh.

Romance in an hour-by-hour motel.

That’s funny.

I like this place.

The sheets are clean.

Stained, but clean.

And the wifi works. For $28 a night, I must be grateful for these small miracles.

We’re under a flight path.

And right by the freeway.

Noise is my friend.

Jennifer feels uncomfortable here. The lock on the door doesn’t work.

It looks like it’s been jemmied open many times.

When we went out to dinner last night we had to carry all our valuables.

There’s no safe in the room, of course.

We’re lucky there’s a bathroom.

The towels they’ve given us are the size of handkerchiefs.

And as thin.

No soap.

No toiletries.

No coffee maker.

The tv is a museum piece.

The conversation next door has raised a pitch.

I hope they don’t start fighting.

They’ve been walking around the room a lot.

Their footsteps shake our bed.

Like I said, I don’t make this stuff up.

Last night, before I went to bed, I got an email. It was from my university Professor, to let me know that an amount of money which had suddenly and unexpectedly landed in my account was for work I’d done earlier this year, which I’d forgotten about.

I’m in a joint venture with the university to develop a global online educational resource for film students.

The money was like a gift from the heavens.

I got another email yesterday – this one from the Parmarth Niketan ashram, in Rishikesh. They want me to do a promotional film on their ashram, and to film it next year at the International Yoga Festival, which they mount each year.

It’s a huge event, and it attracts spiritual leaders from all over the India, and indeed the world.

I would love to do the film.

Strange – these two emails out of the blue, on my first day in Dallas.

Before I went to sleep last night, I did my first entry in my video diary.

I was exhausted.

It had been a long and tense day for me.

I’d been anxious.

But I sat in front of the camera and just did a stream of consciousness purge of all my thoughts, all my feelings.

It was from the heart.

Unrehearsed, unwritten, unprepared.

Just me, talking to camera, revealing all my thoughts and fears.

I’ll do this at the end of each day.

I don’t know what I’ll do with it – all these video diaries. But the astrologer in Mumbai told me I had to keep a diary, and I thought it was better I do it on video.

The people next door are getting agitated. They don’t seem happy.

My god, is this going to happen every morning at 5am?

Literally, our bed is shaking as they walk around, going to the bathroom, whatever.

Wherever.

And I can hear every utterance.

It’s anthropological here.

Last night, again out of the blue, I got a phone call from a lady who has been emailing me lately. She knows astrology, and heard I was coming to Dallas. She lives in another state, but says she wants to come and meet me.

She says I’m handsome.

She was a former futures trader.

She knows rich people. Very rich people.

She seems smart and sharp and tells me I have to wear red, because Mars is very strong in my zodiac. She says my red Swannies cap is the reason I walked the Camino so well.

I’ve brought one red t-shirt with me.

I must wear it today.

She’s read my book, and quotes back to me passages I’ve written.

She says I’m a warrior, in zodiac terms.

I hear police sirens out on the highway.

They’re angry and insistent.

A lot of them.

Something’s going on.

The people next door have calmed down a bit.

I must be thankful for small mercies.

I’m writing this more for me than you.

I hope you don’t mind.

I’m sorry
I love you
Please forgive me
Thank you. 

I’m now in Dallas.

I found my cheap motel.

$28 per night.

I’m not kidding.

$28 per night.

It’s called The Shady Oaks Motel, and its reception is behind bullet proof glass.

They use a grilled speaker system and a metal slide box to give you your keys, and take your money.

There’s a sign up saying:

No trespassing
No loitering
No prostitution
No drug dealing
No weapons

It’s owned by Indians, who don’t believe in astrology.

Jennifer took all my money.

I’m not allowed to carry any money.

And then we found a cheap place to eat.

Lupitas.

Meals for $4.50

This is a Bail Bond neighbourhood.

A scary place.

But the Cosmic Rays are very beneficial for me here…

I am not kidding you!

There’s been an earthquake in Dallas.

http://thescoopblog.dallasnews.com/2014/11/3-3-magnitude-earthquake-rattles-irving.html/

Cosmos, I told you to be GENTLE with me!!!

Well, I woke up at 3:33am.

I’m not going to google what that means. It’ll probably have something to do with bloody angels.

I wish the little pesky critters would leave me alone.
I would like an ANGEL FREE ZONE for a while, guys.
Buzz off.
Get lost!
Go annoy some other cosmic sucker.

Okay – now that’s out of the way…

I haven’t been able to get back to sleep. Today is November 23rd after all, the day I fly out to Dallas.

Last night I went through all the gear with Ratshit. (Gee I hope he doesn’t read this blog….) I still haven’t figured out the radio mike. I’ll have to read the instruction manual on the plane.

I can’t believe I just wrote that. I’ll have to read the instruction manual on the plane.

Jeeeeees. I’m winging this.

But there’s no other way to do it, other than intuitively. I have to play by the rules. And as soon as the Indian astrologer Dr. Bhatt said that I had to go to Dallas, I knew that I had to go to Dallas.

Soon I will head to the airport. I have nothing lined up in Dallas. I don’t know where I’m going to stay. I don’t have a clue. On arrival I’ll get the free shuttle into town, and then I’ll allow my PGS to guide me to wherever I should stay.

All I know is that it will have to be under $50 a night.

I’d prefer some place where there’s not a strong likelihood I’ll get shot, or robbed. But hey, I’ve got those little pesky angels to protect me, right? So I should be sweet, wherever I go.

What’s going to happen over the next fifteen days? Is my life going to change? Will something happen that will lead me to this immense wealth that Dr. Bhatt predicted?

Who knows?

I’m giving myself over to the Cosmos, to do with me as It so chooses.

Please, be gentle with me….

I’m nervous, I have to admit.

Tomorrow morning I leave Los Angeles early and fly into Dallas. And then it all begins.

15 days.

Cheap motel.

Survival food.

No money.

Just beneficial cosmic rays.

I expect nothing. I’m doing this out of curiosity. Playfully. But under this playfulness I’ve set my intention. My desire. And that is to let it all unfold as it should.

As has been written in my stars.

Whatever happens.

I go there believing. But determined to have fun. Because it’s crazy, right? What I’m doing?

Some of you, maybe most of you, perhaps ALL of you, must think I’m nuts to go to Dallas because an Indian astrologer told me to.

But I think there could be something in all this.

Anyway, it’s an experiment. The Texas Cosmic Rays Experiment.

And very least, I’ll come back with a suntan!

Yesterday was a big day –

It began with interviews for PGS with Foster Gamble and his wife Kimberly. They are makers of the feature length documentary Thrive, which has been hugely successful world wide, and spawned the global Thrive Movement, which in part is attempting to make governments accountable, and to make this world a better place for us all.

http://www.thrivemovement.com

Foster is a Princeton graduate, scientifically trained, and as an Aikido Master he’s spent his life exploring the connections between science and spirituality. He’s lived his life intuitively, to great success, and his interview was truly fabulous. He’s smart, articulate, knowledgeable, credible.

Equally so is Kimberly, who came at the subject from her perspective of being an experienced and accomplished journalist. It was refreshing to get these two interviews that were grounded in a rational logic.

I then drove up to Redwood City to meet with a Silicon Valley Venture Capitalist. He was attending a two day conference called the Social Innovation Summit. Here is their mission statement:

The Social Innovation Summit brings together top executives and thought leaders from around the globe to discuss opportunities for leveraging technology & innovation to affect social change.

The fellow I met was writing code for Steve Jobs when they were making the Apple IIe. He’s been around a while, and been hugely successful.

We talked for over an hour about PGS, and he asked me a bunch of very insightful questions. We have agreed to continue the dialogue.

I then drove across the Golden Gate Bridge up to Petaluma, north of San Francisco, to meet with Dr. Dean Radin, Chief Scientist with the Institute of Noetic Sciences.

Homepage

Here is the Institute’s “About…”

The Institute of Noetic Sciences, founded in 1973 by Apollo 14 astronaut Edgar Mitchell, is a nonprofit research and educational organization whose mission is to support individual and collective transformation through consciousness research. “Noetic” comes from the Greek word “nous,” which means “intuitive mind” or “inner knowing.”  The Institute conducts and collaborates on leading-edge research into the potentials and powers of consciousness, exploring phenomena that do not necessarily fit conventional scientific models while maintaining a commitment to scientific rigor.

Edgar Mitchell, the founder of the Institute, was the sixth man to walk on the moon. Evidently when he was returning to earth after his space mission, he had a moment of epiphany which he said later was like samadhi – a moment of enlightenment – where everything was clear and connected and understandable.

On the basis of that moment he started the Noetic Sciences Institute.

Dr. Radin is one of America’s leading research scientists, and the author of several best selling books on the science of consciousness, including the book which I’ve just finished, Supenormal. In this book he scientifically researches the claimed “super-normal” facilities which advanced yogis profess to possess, including clairvoyance, precognition, telekinesis, remote viewing, and even levitation.

Yesterday he took Jennifer and myself into his research lab at the Institute, and showed us an instrument with which he’s been able to demonstrate scientifically that mind can impact on matter. In other words, our thoughts can shift and alter things.

Amazing.

I will come back after Dallas and film at the Institute, and interview him.

Today I’m driving back to LA to have back-to-back meetings with investors. And tomorrow our Indian assistant, Ratshit… dammit… I mean RACHIT…. flies in from Delhi. He’s going to be helping us in Dallas, which is now only two days away.

Yikes.

Interestingly, late yesterday over a cup of coffee I had a fascinating conversation with Dr. Radin about astrology. He confirmed that there’s a scientific basis for believing that our solar system has a binary equivalent – another solar system – which it revolves around. This would explain, he said, the unusual orbits of the outer planets such as Pluto.

We concluded our conversation yesterday with him saying that scientists simply don’t know so much. They’re constantly coming up with theories, but they don’t know. They are decades, even centuries, away from truly knowing what’s going on. They’re constantly playing catchup, and debunking anything that threatens their fundamental understandings. Which of course is what’s holding them back.

And holding US back too.

I’ve come to America to explore the science of intuition, and yesterday I made a good start.

(Dr. Dean Radin – photo)

It's 4am.

I've just woken up.

Where am I?

I guess you could cal it a mansion.

But it's too elegant for that.

It's at the end of a long winding private road, atop a wooded hill that looks out over a bay in Northern California.

We had to drive through two security guarded locked gates to get here. Past deer that wandered lazily in front of the car.

The grounds are palatial. Worthy of being called “botanical gardens.” Waterfalls, fountains, and at night it's lit like a fairyland.

The guest room in the guest house is more than five star luxury. The guest house is bigger than most people's regular houses. And certainly more luxurious.

We could want for nothing.

Our hosts' generosity and kindness is humbling.

Where am I?

I can't tell you.

All I can tell you is that the people who own this house, this mansion, this… magnificence… are helping me with my film.

They are aware, present, connected.

They are special people.

And three days out from going to Dallas, I feel the cosmos is already starting to work its magic.

I seem to be plugged in right now.

Jennifer and I had lunch today with a financier who has taken a real fancy to PGS. He sees it as the next The Secret. He’s taking it to a bunch of his clients.

It was a very productive lunch.

After lunch Jennifer and I drove to The Grove, which is a huge shopping mall just east of Beverly Hills. It’s like a giant theme park, but very chic. It was decked out with very stylish Christmas decorations.

Adjacent to the mall is a massive carpark, and I usually get a park there very easily, but today it was crowded. I drove around and around, looking for a spot – but it was full.

I was getting frustrated, in part because parking spaces usually come very easily to me. I have very proficient “parking angels.” But today they must have been out to a late lunch.

So I drove around this carpark for what must have been twenty minutes. It was driving me nuts. I just missed several spots which were quickly snapped up by other drivers who’d seen the parking space milliseconds before me.

My frustration level was mounting.

I muttered between gritted teeth to Jennifer that I usually get a park here no problems at all, and she calmly answered: Have you asked? 

Damn, she was right.
She’s always right.
I hadn’t asked.

If you want something from the Cosmos, you have to ask. That’s rule #1. Your people can’t help you unless you ask them for help.

So I asked.

I asked for a parking space right near the elevators.

And bloody hell – sure enough two spaces immediately became available. Two motorists began to pull out just as I drove up. And they were within fifty metres of the elevators.

After some twenty-five minutes of driving around, I suddenly had my choice of two parking spaces in the most perfect spot imaginable.

All because I asked.

I must admit I was a bit stunned.

Sometimes I forget that this stuff actually works. Or at least it works for me. And what the esoteric literature tells you is that your angels or Higher Self or whatever you like to call it does these little paltry things just to remind you that they’re there for you for the big stuff.

You just have to ask.

And trust.

And then you have to be aware. Because sometimes the offerings aren’t as obvious as two motorists pulling out in front of you. Sometimes you have to look around, because the signs aren’t always immediately apparent.

But they’re there.

First though, you have to ask.

I landed in the US yesterday – flew into LA – and already the universe has kicked in.

I won’t go into details.
However I’m astonished at how fast things seem to be moving.
And I haven’t even got to Dallas yet!

Before leaving Sydney, Jennifer and I had lunch with our three Camino friends – Jenny, Britta and Janet. Three of the most beautiful women you could ever hope to meet.

I’m now calling them The Three Caminos, which is a riff off the movie, The Three Amigos. 

At the lunch as well were two equally beautiful ladies, Narelle and Angela – both Camino veterans, and both fascinating women. Angela this year has walked 1600kms.

I find those that walk the Camino, and particularly the repeat offenders, if I can use that term, are fascinating people. You don’t walk the Camino without having a story within you. I love to hear those stories. I’m enriched by them.

Jenny began the lunch with a dedication reading from the John Brierley guide book – one of his spiritual passages. It’s a tradition for The Three Caminos when they get together for a lunch.

Lunch was a wonderful buffet of vegetarian food. And to top it off, Narelle brought out a lemon merengue pie which she’d made, with Camino arrows on it.

Man o man it was yummy!

After lunch the conversation came around to the Texas Cosmic Rays Experiment, and someone asked about my PGS – what was it telling me would happen in Dallas?

Before I could answer, Jennifer jumped in and reminded me that as soon as we’d walked out of the astrologer’s office in Mumbai, after he’d given me his prediction, I’d told her that this was the way we would finance the film. That we had to go to Dallas, no question.

And my PGS is still telling me that.

But I don’t expect it.

I’m not being contradictory, it’s just that I’m not expecting anything from Dallas. I’m open to all things, and I’ll be exploring options, opportunities, and forming relationships, but I’m not expecting anything.

I have to allow the cosmos to unfold for me as it should.

And it will.
I expect that much.

I know, because it’s already started.