PGS & the missing credit card ~

I’m in America now and I’ve been traveling from screening to screening, doing Q&As. The film continues to sell out, and continues to have an enormous impact on a lot of people.

This post isn’t about that –
It’s about how my intuition saved my butt..
In particular, how it saved me from driving 400 miles.

Let me paint the scenario:

Last Sunday Jennifer and I checked out of our hotel after a screening in Sacramento the previous night.  It had been a late night – a post screening dinner with the movie hosts, and Jennifer and I had uncharacteristically slept in a bit that following morning.

That particular day we had to drive to Mount Shasta, which was a 200+ mile drive. We were going to stay overnight with our good friends Michael and Raphaelle Tamura, who live there.

Usually when I have a long drive ahead of me I like to get a coffee on the road after we’ve laid down a few miles.

That morning my intuition told me that I should have a coffee straight away – before I left Sacramento, even though my logic said it would be better to get on the road fast, beat the traffic, and find a Starbucks somewhere down the highway.

I listened to my intuition –
– and as it so happened, there was a Starbucks right around the corner.

I ordered two coffees and a bagel which Jennifer and I would share. The bill came to $11:34.

Normally when I have a bill this small I pay by cash – but that morning strangely my intuition told me to pay by card.

I listened to my intuition –
– pulled out my wallet, and discovered that my credit card was missing.
This was the card that I would need for the next 7 weeks of my journey.

I checked all the pockets of my trousers, my shirt, and finding nothing I went back out to the car and checked the pockets of the jacket that I’d been wearing the previous day.


I tracked back to the last time I had used the card, and remembered that it was the previous night at dinner, at a restaurant that was only five minutes away. I immediately called them and yes, they had the card.

What a relief.

But here’s the thing – had I not listened to my intuition when it hit twice – first telling me I should have coffee straight away, and then telling me I should pay by card and not cash, it’s quite conceivable I could have driven 200mls to Mount Shasta before discovering my card was missing. Then I would have had to drive 200mls back to the restaurant and 200mls back to Mount Shasta. An additional round trip of 400mls.

The restaurant wouldn’t have posted it forward without an in-person ID check.

Intuition works in small subtle ways. I’ve learned now to follow and trust it, even when it’s concerning seemingly trivial things, like paying with a card and not cash.

I’m attuned to it now – and I see it for what it is. Other people might say that I was just really lucky – and dismiss it. But as Lee Carroll, who channels Kryon, says in my movie:

“There’s no luck about it. I’m working on my intuition!”

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I failed the test #1

Every now and then the Universe tests you.

Tests your character,
Tests your beliefs,
Tests your standing as a spiritual being.

I like to think I’m now a spiritual being. On a spiritual path.
And yesterday I was tested, and I failed.

I failed miserably.

I was flying back from screenings in Queensland, and I was at Brisbane airport. I’d checked in, and I was going through security.

Now, I travel a lot, as most of you know. And I’ve been through security at airports all over the world. I know the drill, I know these security screeners have an important job to do, and I am always courteous, compliant, and respectful.

Except for yesterday.

I had hand luggage. That’s all. For a three day trip to Queensland, I had everything in my carry-on, including my toiletry bag. My toiletry bag included my shaving kit, which included a small aerosol can of shaving cream.

I buy these small cans specifically for travelling, because they meet the security regulations for flights. All you have to do, when you go through security, is take the aerosol can out of your carry-on and put it in a tray. Which I dutifully did.

I went through the personal scanner thingy, then I was told by a security guard that my aerosol can couldn’t be allowed on the flight.

I asked why.

Tha guard didn’t give me a reason.
They don’t have to.

I told him that I had come from Sydney to Brisbane a couple of days earlier and that very same can had passed the presumably stringent security checks of Sydney airport. Why had it failed here in Brisbane?

Now, before I proceed any further with this tragic story, you have to understand, I have a particular personality failing.

hate authority.
I hate mindless authority.
Authority that mindlessly follows rules, irrespective of common sense.

The security guard didn’t answer me – he didn’t have to – but he took the suspect can of shaving cream over to his supervisor. The supervisor gingerly picked up the can, examined it carefully as though it were something found on the street outside the American Embassy in Afghanistan.

The supervisor gave an imperceptible nod to the security guard, which could have been interpreted two ways – either it was a nod of approval that the miscreant can had passed this higher level of inspection and was, after all, safe to travel; or it could have been a nod of approval to the security guard that, thankfully, because of his keen eye and his rigorous attention to detail, he was to be commended for preventing a potential mid air disaster, with massive loss of life.

The security guard came over to me and said: My supervisor says this can can’t be allowed on the flight. 


Well, we all know that the supervisor, in a situation like this, has ultimate authority. A passenger cannot question the decision of a supervisor. Not unless that said passenger wants to end up catching a train to Sydney.

Needless to say, this dictum from a Higher Authority did nothing to appease me.
It only inflamed me.

I was now dealing with not only one moron, but two morons – one slightly more highly paid than the other.

See? You can already tell that I was failing the test the Universe had set for me.

Once again I asked why.

I pointed out, trying to stay calm and amiable and even pleasant, that I had traveled with the can from Sydney to Brisbane only two days earlier, and the can hadn’t changed in that short period of time. In fact, I pointed out sagely, I had shaved twice and so presumably it was less dangerous than two days prior. The only thing that’s changed, apart from the contents of the can, I said, was you.  security guard at Sydney airport had declared the can fit and able to travel, and now you and your supervisor say it can’t. (They close ranks, you know, in situations like this, particularly in Brisbane). How come?

The security guard pointed to the can, to the sealing around the can’s midriff, and said with a Gotcha smirk: It’s corroded. It’s dangerous. 

If I was a dog at that moment I would have snarled.
If I was a cat I would have hissed.
If I was a cow I would have dumped a big smoking pat on his foot.

I was none of those. I was an aggrieved passenger trying to prevent separation from something that had suddenly and needlessly become quite precious to me. It might have been a lethal can of death and destruction to that guard, but to me it had become a point of honour, to  point out the inconsistency and idiocy of the situation.

Yes, ego had entered the equation.
And yes, another test failed.

Regardless, I pointed out that this alleged corrosion hadn’t just appeared in two days. It was there when it passed through security at Sydney airport. This was my Gotcha moment that went straight through to the keeper.

Now, you can tell by this lengthy exchange that I had arrived early for my flight and I had oodles of time to debate.

No, argue.
No, challenge.

The security guard pulled out his trump card. I’ve checked with my supervisor and that’s what he said.

Now, you have to understand, these cans of shaving cream cost $3.50. And that particular one was nearly empty. It’s not like I was arguing, nay, challenging, over the potential loss of something valuable.

What I saw as valuable was the principle. That moron #1 and slightly-more-highly-paid moron #2 were limiting my freedom. My freedom to be able to take my can of shaving cream, that I had by this stage bonded with – we’d become quite close – on a journey home.

But hey, I know when I can win a fight and I know when to walk away.

I walked away.

And as I walked away, I thought: Bill, you’ve just failed the test. You might think you’ve become a Highly Evolved Spiritual Being, but every now and then, you get tested to see how highly evolved you really are.

Obviously I’m still at the salamander stage.

And that’s why I have titled this, I failed the test #1. Because I’m sure there will be other tests too, which I’m sure to fail. And when I do, you’ll be the first to read about it here!






Pssst! Wanna free book?

I’ve got twenty paperback copies of my newly published novel, Palace of Fires – Initiate – to give away, and twenty Kindle versions of the book as well.

The book has just been published by Penguin Random House.  The paperback is selling for $20 – Kindle at $8.

I’ll give you a free copy – but on one proviso: You have to promise to write a review on both Goodreads ( and Amazon.

At the moment the book is being marketed to young kids – like 12 and 13 year olds – and in fact it’s a book that adults will enjoy. Its a page-turner thriller and scary as hell. So I want some adults to read the book and review it – and I’m hoping those reviews will be positive!

Also, for those of you who’ve seen PGS – my intuition film, you might be interested to see how I’ve threaded some powerful spiritual themes into the book.

So if you want to read it and write two reviews, then email me at:

– and tell me if you want the paperback or the Kindle version – the first twenty of each gets the freebie.

Oh, just one thing: this offer is not open to twelve or thirteen year olds!!


A nun loves my film!

Jennifer and I have spent the last three days in Melbourne screening my film PGS – three nights in a row in fact. Two of those screenings were sell-outs.

The first was at the beautiful Rivoli Cinema in East Hawthorne, organised by our dear Camino friends Peter & Julie Landers. At that screening there were a bunch of nuns. (I’m not exactly sure what the correct collective noun is for a group of nuns – a flock of sheep, a pod of dolphins, a gaggle of geese etc. So I’ll call them a bunch of nuns…)

Anyway, these delightful ladies came to the screening, and I was curious to see how they would react because the church doesn’t readily embrace the notion of intuition.

However there are religious folk in the film – Caroline Myss being the most prominent (she’s renown as a Catholic mystic and scholar) – and they do put their point of view in a religious context. But then there are also a couple of others who say very directly that you don’t need to believe in God to believe in intuition.

The day after the screening, Julie Landers, who helped organise the screening, forwarded me an email from one of the nuns. The Sister has given me permission to post it publicly here. She vey much wants the message of the film to get out into the wider community.

Oh, and to add: I did a Q&A after the screening and the first question came from a gentleman who was a self avowed sceptic and he was quite hostile. He was very critical of the film, and critical of me too.

Anyway, here is the Sister’s wonderful email, posted with her permission:

Dear Julie,

It is the morning after the movie screening, “ PGS Intuition” and I am still reflecting upon it.  When we left the Rivoli last night Axxxx, Lxxxx and I chatted about it on the drive home and continued doing so over our late dinner.   

I saw the movie as an exploration into the reality and nature of that  “inner voice” that has the power to command and to save, if heeded.  Bill Bennett had experienced an event which shook him to the core of his being and sent him on an exploration seeking for explanations, answers.  He assembled a very impressive line-up of experts from various disciplines, to help him understand.

I loved the lady in the dark pink blouse and green beads (Caroline Myss) and the handsome young Prince of Buthan!! 

In a way, Bill was attempting the seemingly impossible in trying to define the mysterious.  But he was doing what he felt impelled to do – explore meaning.  I felt that the first questioner, who referred to himself as a sceptic, was unduly harsh in his criticism, even to the point of later counting the number of times Bill used “I think”. 

Even though the movie itself was very definite in its conclusions, Bill himself in the Q&A session revealed himself to be quite tentative, an earnest explorer still seeking for meaning.  I don’t doubt that he will continue to do so to the end of his days, as we all do.  

It seems to me that one can only bow before Mystery and then do what needs to be done, what is at hand.  The pink-blouse lady summed up the best response for me “Make a good film.”   And Bill did just that – it was a well crafted, thought –provoking movie, out of which “the thoughts of many hearts will be revealed”. 

Thank you, dear Julie, for inviting us to attend Bill’s movie.  Would you please thank Bill himself for daring to attempt to express the inexpressible in the medium which is most familiar to him – film?  And tell him that I will be thinking about it for a long time.

Ask ~

As I’ve said here before, in amongst everything else I’m currently doing, I’m writing the book of the film, PGS – Intuition is your Personal Guidance System.

Those of you who have seen the film know that I go through the five steps of how to tap into your intuition, and one of those steps is that you have to ask.

I started writing at 5am, and by about 9am I’d written about 1200 words, and figured I’d done enough. I began to get on with the rest of my day. This morning I had a series of Skype calls to the US, and one was with a lady who wants to set up a few screenings around where she lives.

We chatted for a good while and as we were finishing up the call, she said she wanted to tell me about an experience that she’d had just recently with her eleven year old son, named Howie. Howie had been to a screening of PGS with her mom, and had been captivated by some of the ideas the movie had thrown up.

Later that night at home Howie asked his mother whether he could get a sign from God to show him that the stuff in the film was real.

His mother said: Sure, all you have to do is ask.

She suggested that he should go inside himself, find a quiet place there, and ask; then find a book and flick through and randomly settle on a page, on a section of a page, and read it and see if it tells him anything of significance. See if it could be interpreted as a sign.

So Howie did just that. He picked up a comic book that he’d been reading, sat down and began to flick through the pages.

He closed his eyes, found a still place inside himself, asked, then stopped at a page and opened his eyes. What he saw, there in the comic book, was a picture of a young man wearing headphones talking to God.

Howie and his mom were gobsmacked.

Howie laughed, and asked his mother whether he should do it again. She told him he should ask. So Howie went inside himself again, asked, and was told that it wasn’t necessary. Once was enough.

So the mother is telling me this story on Skype, and then she calls out and Howie comes from another room and stands beside her and tells me the story again, just as his mother had done. This is an eleven year old boy.

I was gobsmacked too – not because of what happened, but because of the timing –

The mother had chosen to tell me this story just as I had finished writing the section on ASK. She didn’t know I’d been writing – she had no clue – this was the first time we’d ever chatted.

But the way I see it, Spirit felt that I needed to hear this story – a story about asking – so that I could put it into the book, just as I’m writing the section on ASK.

Coincidence, you might say?
Remember what James Van Praagh says about coincidence –

Coincidence is just God’s way of remaining anonymous.       

Fear of success

I haven’t posted in a while and for that I apologise – but as some of you might know, I’m currently touring America with my film, PGS – Intuition is your Personal Guidance System.

From the moment we launched in San Rafael, north of San Francisco, on January 10th, the response has been phenomenal.

That premiere screening sold out. A second “overflow” screening sold out, and the cinema has since been showing the film daily, three sessions a day. It’s now into its fourth week.

To have daily screenings of a “pop up” Theatrical on Demand release is unheard of.

Since launching, we’ve had sell-out screenings across the country. What’s consistently happening is that we’ll sell out a smaller cinema in a multiplex, sometimes a week or ten days ahead of the screening, then we get bumped up to a bigger screen and that sells out, and often if available we’ll again bump to an even larger cinema, and that sells out.

For those of us involved in the production of the film, it’s surprising, gratifying, and humbling.

Surprising in that we didn’t realise what a need there is out there for a film which discusses  intuition not from the perspective of does it exist – my film states right up front that it exists because it saved my life – but that it is a legitimate system that we can tap into to make better choices in life.

And that mystical guidance is real, and it works.

For Jennifer and myself, these past several weeks have been a whirlwind of screenings, traveling, and meeting extraordinary people who have enriched us in so many ways, and work. Attending to emails, social media in all its various forms, and coordinating the rollout of the film, not only across the US, but across the world.

In amongst it all I have been writing the book of the film. My workload is such that I haven’t been able to give it the attention that I’ve needed to, but I’m now on track to finish the first draft by the end of this month – hopefully!

I thought I would include in this post another extract.

The film, and the book, looks at how fear inhibits intuition. It looks at four types of fear – and there are many more types of fear, but I’ve honed it down in this book to these types:

Fear of loss
Feat of ridicule or rejection – aka Fear of not being loved
Fear of failure
Fear of letting go – aka Fear of losing control
Fear of success

Here is an excerpt from the section that deals with Fear of Success –



Could it be that what’s holding you back from following an intuitive way of life is that it might just actually work? That you might end up feeling good about yourself, and the rest of the world? That you might end up becoming more successful in life than you ever thought possible?

Becoming successful need not mean making millions of dollars, or being the best at what you do, or becoming famous and having your own reality tv show – it could mean simply being a terrific parent or partner, or living each day with a sense of calm and compassion for others, or simply finding inner peace.

But for that to happen, you’ll have to change, and most people are terrified of change. They might want to change, to become successful and find contentment, but they want change on their terms.

Many people want change only if it means they don’t have to change. Change terrifies them. It means pulling themselves out of a state of known, and stepping into the unknown, which is so daunting they would prefer to stay where they are – unhappy, unfulfilled, angry at their lot in life.

 Change requires an element of risk, to step into the unknown. It requires trust. Trust in the forces that will guide you, but also trust in yourself. And most people don’t trust themselves. They lack self-esteem. Deep down, at their core, they don’t believe they deserve success. Most people reject the prospect of leading a successful life because they think it’s for other people – worthy people – not for themselves. Because they lack self-worth.

To begin to access your intuition you first must believe you deserve all that it can do for you – all that it can bring you. You have to deal with your own sense of self-worth.

Many of us wrap our misery and failures around us like a security blanket. It actually makes us feel good to feel like crap. Because we see our miserable existence as being not only the natural state of a cruel and unforgiving world, it’s also the natural state of who we are as human beings.

Seeing the world this way allows us to get a certain comfort from sharing in the collective experience of feeling like crap. We find ourselves rejoicing in the notion that life is patently unfair, and every day is a struggle towards mere survival, nothing more. And happiness, true happiness, is a fleeting transitory illusion sent only to throw us into even deeper despair.  

I know people who think like this.
And it’s sad.

What they’re doing is they’re blaming everything else, and everyone else, on the outcomes of the choices that they’ve made. They might say that circumstances forced them to make the choices that they made, but that’s not true.

You are ultimately responsible for the choices that you make. And for what then happens when you make those choices.

Remember, intuition is a messaging service. That’s all it is. It’s DDM – Divine Direct Messaging. And it directs you to make the right choices, the choices that will lead you to true fulfillment, and joy and love. Therein lies contentment. Not necessarily happiness, which is transitory and ultimately illusory, but contentment.

We have this dictum: It’s too good to be true.

What nonsense!

It’s that kind of conditioned thinking that holds us back. It keeps us small, it keeps us contained. At its heart, it’s saying that we don’t deserve whatever it is that’s too good. And that we shouldn’t relish it, we shouldn’t rejoice in it, because very soon it will be snatched away from us because we don’t deserve it. We’re not worthy.

Why shouldn’t the too good be not only true, but a permanent and sustainable part of our lives? We do deserve it. It’s ours. We have a right to the too good. In fact, it’s our birthright.

Here’s another one: Fifteen minutes of fame.

Let’s take this out of the celebrity Kim Kardashian context and look at it terms of fleeting glory. Why does glory have to be short-lived? Why can’t glory be, once again, a permanent and sustainable part of our life?

Fifteen minutes of fame tells us that we don’t deserve anything more. That fifteen minutes is all we get, and then it’s gone, because then it’s someone else’s turn and they deserve it more than us. And we have to step back into the shadows, and put up with obscurity once again because we’re not good enough to have a lifetime of fame.

All these sayings – like fifteen minutes of fame – do is reinforce the notion that we’re not worthy of greatness. And that’s where our guidance seeks to take us – to greatness. To the full expression of who we truly are, which is a state of greatness.


Some of the questions I’m asked ~

With the opening of my film now in the US to sell-out screenings, I’ve been doing Q&As after the movie, but also lots of media interviews. And I thought I would share with you some of the more interesting questions I’ve been asked, and how I’ve responded.

INTERVIEWER: Are intuition and common sense the same thing?

MY RESPONSE: Actually, they are the opposite thing. Common-sense comes from the rational self, not the intuitive self, and it’s based on past experience, logic, and often times tried and true accepted beliefs. Intuition isn’t based on past experience – it works outside of time and space, and it doesn’t draw from logic or the intellect. Common sense works to keep you safe, keep you contained, it has you doing what you’ve done in the past, or what others have done in the past. It’s limited to what’s gone before. Intuition is limitless. It asks that you follow paths you’ve never followed before. It leads to true discovery, to originality, to adventure. Common sense contracts you. Intuition expands you.

INTERVIEWER: Can intuition be used to harm someone, or can it harm yourself?

MY RESPONSE: Intuition can never be harmful, to you or to others. It comes from Source, from Spirit, and it can’t be used for anything other than love. It can’t be corrupted or manipulated into any kind of injurious act. If someone gets “messages” that ask you to harm someone else, or even think harmful thoughts, then that’s not intuition. It’s an aspect of your being that it rooted in the “I,” or the ego. Intuition exists outside of ego, and only ever works in the Light. 

INTERVIEWER: How do you know that the “voice” that you hear is your intuition, and not just some random thought/voice that you’ve made up yourself?

MY RESPONSE: Intuition leaves you with no doubt. It is immediate, and it’s messaging is unambiguous. And it’s accompanied by a sense of calm, and knowing. Your ego-voice leaves you in doubt, in confusion, and it’s often wrapped in fear. Your intuition voice is the antithesis of fear. The purpose of fear is to create more fear, as Paul Selig’s Guides say. The purpose of intuition is to keep you healthy and safe, so that you can fulfil your true purpose in life.

INTERVIEWER: Isn’t intuition just another word for instinct?

MY RESPONSE: No, they are totally different. The two words are not interchangeable. Instinct is primitive, it’s animalistic, it’s a survival mechanism that is body based. It’s a function of the body. Intuition is timeless, limitless, it’s a divine messaging service and it’s a function of the soul.

INTERVIEWER: In your film you never talk about meditation as being a way to access your intuition. Why not?

MY RESPONSE: Because I didn’t want to scare people off. You don’t need to meditate to access your intuition. You can access your intuition standing in the shower or having a bath, or walking along a beach or swimming, or hiking in the woods. You don’t need to sit crossed legged in a cave for hours chanting Om and clutching a crystal to become intuitive. The concept of meditation is terrifying for many people – particularly men – and I want the film to encourage men to become more intuitive. 

These are just some of the questions I get asked. I don’t set myself up as an expert on this stuff by any means, but after 18 years reading and researching and trying to figure out what that voice was that saved my life, I have come to certain conclusions that make sense to me. And my job, as I see it, is to communicate that as wide as possible.