Strange things happening –

• A technical glitch in a key PGS interview which requires me to go back and reshoot. The reshoot is better, way better. Thank you technical glitch. I wouldn’t have got this great stuff otherwise
• A park right outside the front of a Mexican cafe – three times in a row now, same spot. It’s normally impossible to park on this street, but each time I’ve driven up, someone pulls out right in front of me, allowing me to park in the spot they’ve just vacated. And each time it’s right outside the front of the door. One is fortuitous, twice is coincidence, three times is miraculous.
• I had an inexplicable desire to drive to Plano, a suburb in north Dallas. Because I am being intuitively led on this film, I drove there. While there I learn that the next interviewee, instead of being way down south, is in the suburb next to Plano. We meet her and in the course of our conversation, she makes a crucial call to a possible major investor. If I hadn’t been in Plano and got to her before close of business, that call would never have happened.

Joni today connected me with a very important lady in the Indian community. She in turn has connected me with someone who is one of the wealthiest men in Dallas. We have a meeting tomorrow. This man could finance my film from his petty cash tin.

We’ll see how things pan out tomorrow.

Today though was all about an interview I did for the intuition film with a senior member of the International Society of Krisha Consciousness. I would say that it stands alongside Swamiji Chidanand in Delhi as being amongst the best interviews I’ve shot so far.

Wise, articulate, and with a common sense logic, the man spoke about how intuition plays such a crucial role in our daily lives. Strangely for a religious leader, he was very scornful of organised religion. He said the reason that most people in the west, and many in the east too, are disillusioned with religion is that many so-called leaders are frauds, and some are charlatans. Religion has let them down. They would prefer to embrace spirituality instead.

I can’t tell you everything that’s going on right now, but I’ll just say that because I’ve come to Dallas, several things are moving on several fronts. It’s very exciting.

Jennifer and I had dinner with an old friend and her son, who is a 20 year old college student. I gave him some advice before we parted this evening. I said to him:

No-one ever changed the world by having a job. 

He in turn gave me this advice:

To go south of the border you need to go west of the sun. 

Tomorrow I’ll put up a post telling you honestly how I feel. And what I believe. I have been a bit demur up to now – afraid that you might think I’ve gone woo woo whacko.

Maybe I am –

Things are starting to happen.

It’s been three days since I did that exercise with the photo book – when I picked two photos that featured three men standing in stark landscapes.

Joni at the time said it meant that in three days, something would happen.

Three days later and it’s happening.

It’s underway.

I felt confident enough today to briefly step outside the immediate downward draft of the Most Beneficial Galactic Cosmic Rays, and go to Fort Worth – a cowboy town thirty miles east of Dallas.

I walked into a shop and this was what was presented to me –

Seems I try and get away from this stuff and it follows me.

Jennifer and Rachit and I had a Texan BBQ lunch with Joni and her husband Daniel. They have become wonderful friends, and their generosity and kindness has made our stay in Dallas very special.

Earlier in the morning Good Morning Texas taped Joni doing a predictive reading for the coming year. She used the opportunity to spruik my intuition film.

As a result of her promoting my film – on her website and in her newsletter – I’ve been contacted by some people who I believe will make a significant contribution to the film. I’ll be following up with some of them next week when I return to California.

To finish today’s post, a photo I took at Fort Worth –

I am reluctant to post this, I must admit.

But I kind of have to.

The weirdest thing just happened to me, at 4:44 this morning.

Literally, at 4:44.

The same time I had the prophetic dream that started all this.

I’d been lying in bed, awake – and perhaps because I’d been restless, Jennifer woke.

She asked me what was wrong, and I told her that I needed support.

I was doubting.

She said: Just think of your mantra. Whenever you have doubts, just say your mantra. The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. 

And so I began to say it.

In my mind.

And then I heard Jennifer say, softly: Oh fuck. 

Jennifer never says that.

Look above you, she said.

And above me, on the ceiling, were two rays of light running almost in parallel, directly above my head.

Like iron rails.

They were coming through a slight gap in the curtains. There must have been a bright light outside, which caused a starburst effect on the ceiling.

Jennifer said: You have to take a photo of this. No-one will believe this. 

And so I took a photo.

I just had my little compact camera with me – Rachit had the a7s in his room – and so the electronic noise from the small sensor is apparent, but you can clearly see the two lines running across the ceiling, right over my head.

Not Jennifer’s head.

My head.

I was totally dumbstruck.

I got up and went to the curtains, and looked outside to see the source of the bright light.

But there was no light.

Just darkness.

What’s going on here?

My life is becoming more surreal.

This morning I met an angel.

At least, that’s what she said she was.

And I’m in such a trippy head space at the moment, part of me believes her.

Here’s what happened:

I went with Rachit to a small corner coffee shop for breakfast. Jennifer didn’t come, she was feeling poorly, so she stayed behind.

I was sitting at a large communal table when a woman came up. She was – I’m guessing – maybe 40’s. She had on baggy blue jeans, a nondescript bulky jacket and a woollen scarf wrapped around her head, so that just her face was visible.

She could have been a homeless person. She could have been an heiress. There was nothing to indicate either way.

Her clothing was also asexual. There was nothing feminine about it, and yet she was a very feminine person.

She had a beatific face. It was radiant. No make up. But gentle eyes, a smiling mouth, and clear skin. When she looked at you her gaze was unflinching and searching. It was an honest face. And a mirthful face.

If an angel could take human form, then you could believe she was an angel.

There were several newspapers on the table in front of me, and she asked if she could take one. I said fine – and she rummaged through, telling me that it was hard to find good news to read. Everything in the newspapers was full of death and darkness, she said.

I told her that there was good news too if you want to find it.

She rummaged some more, and she began telling me about a fight that had broken out on Black Friday, the big shopping day in the US after Thanksgiving. She told me how crazy it was, that a woman had got injured fighting over a large screen TV.

I told her what I’ve posted on this blog, that shopping rage comes from fear.

She agreed.

Our chat then went something like this:

She – You from Dallas?
Me – No, I’m from Australia.
She – Oh. What are you doing here?
Me – I’m here to change the world.
She laughing – Really? That’s funny. So am I.
Me – You are? And how are you going to do that?
She – I can’t tell you.
Me, offering my hand – I’m Bill.
She, shaking hands. A very firm grip, like a man’s – I’m Madeline.
Me – What do you do?
She – You won’t believe me if I tell you.
Me – I’ll believe you.
She – I’m an angel.
Me – Are you mad?
She, laughing – No. And I’m not on drugs. (then) Are you mad?
Me, laughing – Yes, A little.
She, laughing – No, you’re not mad. I believe you’re here to change the world. (then) You have a big heart. (turning to Rachit) You have a big heart too.
Me – Yes, he does.
She – My real name is Mary Magdeline.
Me – Are you a Christian?
She – No. I’m all religions.
Me, turning to Rachit – I wish I’d brought the camera. We really should be filming this.
She – I wouldn’t have let you.
Me, writing down the PGS blog address on a scrap of newspaper, handing it to her – Here. Read this. It will explain why I’m here. (Then, to make it clear this was not a flirtatious encounter) – My wife is in the hotel next door. She isn’t feeling well.
She – Oh. I can heal spiritually. I can heal by touch. Inside and out.
Me – Thanks. But my wife just needs to rest. (then) How can I contact you? I might want to film with you.
She – You can’t. (then) Do you have a business card?
I gave her my business card.
She – I will call you.
Me, getting up to go – Okay, nice meeting you.
She – This was no accident.
Me – I don’t believe in accidents.
She – You know we were meant to meet here.
Me – Yes. It was in my destiny.

And then Rachit and I left.

I don’t know what compelled me to say: It was in my destiny. it just came out of my mouth before I could stop it.

I have to say, I was really shaken up by the whole encounter. It was like a dream. Like it was on another plane of existence. You just don’t have conversations like this with a stranger in a coffee shop.

Walking back to the hotel, I asked Rachit if he believed she was an angel. He just smiled, and nodded his head. Yes, he said, I believe it.

I went back to my room and told Jennifer. She listened and she too nodded, as though it all made complete sense to her.

To me though, it was just plain weird…

Here is my interpretation of the story that the Indian astrologer sent me – the story of the Indian department store salesman who sold so much to a man who initially simply wanted a headache tablet.

The story is a myth, really. I doubt it happened. So it must be interpreted on an allegorical level.

For me, I gained several insights:

TRUST –
The boss trusted the salesman. He liked the “cut of him,” presumably even though it was a very upmarket English department store, like Harrods, and I assume that race and colour would always be a factor in whether someone was hired. But the boss saw something in the young lad that he liked, and he trusted his instincts, or intuition, to hire him.

WORK ETHIC –
The young lad worked hard during the day. We are told that it was a long and arduous day. But that he “got through it.” This of course is also a story device to both foretell us what is to be revealed, but also to set us up for the surprise. it works on those two narrative levels. But essentially, the boy worked hard for his one sale. And he was active, he wasn’t passive. He asked questions, and then step by step he provided solutions.

DOUBT –
At the end of the day, when the young lad told his boss that he had only made one sale, the boss immediately doubted his initial instinct to hire him. He “blurted,” and admonished the young lad. But there was a residue of instinct left within him, and he asked the lad what the sale was. So there was something inside him that still wanted to trust his initial instinct to hire him.

SUCCESS –
One to the biggest insights I got from the story is that success can be measured many ways, and sometimes the more superficial measurements of success aren’t necessarily true success. For instance, the boss measured success by the number of sales made each day by his staff. Twenty or thirty sales a day. That to him was a successful salesman, not someone who made just one sale. But of course it was the size of that one sale – the amount of money that the department store made, which was the true measure of the success of the young man.

SMALL BEGINNINGS –
Another very important insight is that big gains start from small beginnings. The young lad sold the man a fishhook, and that led to something else, slightly bigger, and that logically led to something else, bigger still, and so on. If he’d tried to sell the man a twenty foot schooner straight off, I’m sure the man would have turned and walked out of the store. But obviously the man also liked the “cut” of the young salesman, and trusted him enough to go from purchase to purchase, each one more expensive than the last. For me though, big gains from small beginnings was one of the biggest take-outs for me of that story.

BIG IDEA –
The most profound thing though that I got from the story is that the young lad had a big idea to remedy a problem. The man came in with a headache. The boy thought: what this man needs is relaxation. He needs to step outside his normal world, go to some place quiet, contemplate, and the headache will go away. A headache table will only treat the symptom, it won’t actually fix the underlying cause of this man’s problem. He has a headache because he’s too busy, probably too anxious, too tightly wound. And so the young man applied his big idea, but progressively, in incremental steps. What he was doing was working towards changing this man’s life. Fundamentally. Changing his lifestyle, which would ultimately improve his health and well being. That’s a big idea. And it’s a compassionate idea, and a humanistic one. Most people would have sold the man a box of pills. This young man changed his lifestyle.

That’s perhaps the biggest insight I got from that story. I got more, the more I thought about it. I figured Dr. Bhatt (or the cosmic rays) didn’t send me that story for no reason, so I had to give it thought.

It’s helped me.
So thank you Dr. Bhatt.

Joni Patry has a You Tube TV show.

She has a huge world-wide following.

Yesterday she interviewed me for her show.

Here it is:

Joni’s interview with Bill Bennett in Dallas

The Indian Astrologer, Dr. Bhatt, has been sending me messages on WhatsApp –

Today for instance he gave me exact latitude and longitude coordinates for me to go stay, because he said this was the best place for me to take in The Beneficial Galactic Cosmic Rays.

He said: Take sunlight, then moonlight. We need to know which light works best for you. And then he added: Do not wear any kind of ring or locket which has a stone affixed to it.

He has also urged me to buy lottery tickets.

Interestingly, this is consistent with Joni’s reading of my chart, when she told me that I was in a very “lucky” cosmic cycle, and in fact she too suggested that I buy a lottery ticket.

I’m amazed at the consistency of these two astrologers.

With Dr. Bhatt, I really do think he’s trying everything he can to make this experiment work for me.

I have yet to find out where exactly these coordinates are physically located – but once I know I’ll go there.

He then sent me a story which I will now share with you. I think it’s very cryptic –

A keen immigrant Indian lad applied for a salesman’s job at London ‘s premier downtown department store.

In fact, it was the biggest store in the world –  you could get anything there. 

The boss asked him: “Have you ever been a salesman before?”

“Yes sir, I was a salesman in India,” replied the lad. 

The boss liked the cut of him and said, “You can start tomorrow 
and I’ll come and see you.” 

The day was long and arduous for the young man, but he got through it. 

And finally 6:00 PM came around.

The boss duly fronted up and asked, 

“How many sales did you make today?” 

“Sir, Just ONE sale,” said the young salesman. 

“Only one sale?” blurted the boss. “No! No! You see here, most of my staff make 20 or 30 sales a day. If you want to keep this job, you’d better be doing better than just one sale. By the way, how much was the sale worth?” 

“£337,000” said the young man. 

“What?  How did you manage that?”asked the flabbergasted boss. 

“Well”, said the salesman, “this man came in and I sold him a small fish hook, then a medium hook, and finally a really large hook. 

Then I sold him new fishing rod and some fishing gear. 

Then I asked him where he was going fishing and he said down the coast. 

So I told him he’d be needing a boat, so I took him down to the boat department and sold him that twenty-foot schooner with the twin engines. 

Then he said his Volkswagen probably wouldn’t be able to pull it, so I took him to our automotive department and sold him that new Deluxe 4X4 Blazer. 

I then asked him where he’ll be staying, and since he had no accommodation, I took him to camping department and sold him one of those new igloo 6-sleeper camper tents. 

Then the guy said, “While we’re at it, I should throw in about £1000 worth of groceries and two cases of beer.” 

The boss took two steps back and asked in astonishment. “You sold all that to a guy who came in for a fish hook!!” 

“No,” answered the salesman, “he came in to buy a headache relief tablet and I said to him, “Sir, fishing is best remedy for headache.” 

So why did Dr Bhatt send me this story?

What hidden message is inside it?

Let me know what you think, and I’ll give you my thoughts in a post tomorrow…

Oh, and by the way – I miss these guys!

A good friend just told me something that I really have to think about.

She said I can’t be scared. I have to go on.

This is no longer my story, it is her story, their story, your story.

She said this is no longer about me.

She said this with a hint of steel in her voice.

She said I am already leading people.

Taking them out of their ordinary lives.

Giving people hope, inspiration.

I didn’t know I was doing that.

I told her I was just putting one foot in front of the other each day.

it never occurred to me while I was talking to her, but that’s how I walked the Camino.

By not thinking about the destination. It was too far away to even contemplate.

I just walked, by concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other, trying always not to trip or slip, trying to stay on two feet.

To keep going.

That’s what my friend this morning told me to do.

To keep going.

I can’t think about you. If I’m having any impact on your lives.

That would bring in ego, and wrong intentions.

I can’t follow this crazy hazy path for you.

I have to do it for me.

Jennifer in her message to me said, in capitals for emphasis:

THERE’S NO GOING BACK.

I guess that’s true. I’ve passed beyond that point.

This morning the advice from my friend was timely. I needed that encouragement.

I’ve been feeling despondent.

Wondering.

Doubting.

But her words perked me up.

The possibility that others might get something positive from what I’m doing.

That would be cool.

But I have to do this for me, not you.

Right at this moment.

Later it will be for you.

When I know what’s going on.

At the moment I don’t.

I’m just trusting.

That’s all I can do.

I hope you understand

You have no idea how scared I am.

I’m scared that I’m going to look like a fool.

That I’m going to be publicly humiliated.

That I’m going to fail.

How high have I set the bar?

Or rather, how high has the bar been set for me?
By these stupid bloody Beneficial Galactic Cosmic Rays…

“Immense wealth”
“message for mankind”
“benefit to humanity”
“treated like a king”

Anything less than this will be a humiliating public failure.

I’ll be a laughing stock.

I’ll be ridiculed all around the world.

I’m well aware of this.

So why am I doing it?

Why am I setting myself up to slip on the galactic banana skin?

So openly and publicly…

Maybe there’s a part of me believes it will happen.

That this IS my destiny.

That this WILL come to pass.

Dr. Bhatt called it an “experiment.”

That’s how I’m approaching it – as an experiment.

And experiments have to be observed.

That’s how hypotheses become theories, and theories become fact.

In this case though, I’m the specimen on the petrie dish.

I’m the microbe under the microscope.

Curiosity drives me.

Always has.

I’m curious to see what happens.

I’m curious to see if this experiment will work.

I’m not invested in the outcome.

But I’m fascinated by the process.

Joni said something interesting yesterday. As we were driving around looking at these extraordinary palatial mansions in Dallas, she said: Millionaires don’t believe in astrology. But Billionaires do.

Do I think I’ll become a billionaire?

How can I possibly think that?

I can only think about a film I want to make.

A film that will be worth making.

And how I can make it work for the largest possible audience.

That’s all I can – and should – be thinking about.

The rest is up to the cosmos.

Yesterday I got a second opinion on the prediction I received several weeks ago from the Indian astrologer, Dr. Bimal Bhatt.

Dr. Bhatt told me that my astrological charts indicated that:

• I had a message to give to the world
• The message would be of great benefit to humanity.
• That as a consequence i would acquire immense wealth.
• But I would use this wealth for the betterment of mankind.
• I would be treated like a king and afforded great respect.
• I would become involved with powerful and influential people

The Dallas Vedic Astrologer, Joni Patry, did her own calculations based on the birth details I gave Dr. Bhatt, and she came up with essentially the same prediction.

She said this wasn’t surprising – if the charts are done right then they should be the same. But she said she was amazed at my chart. Rarely does she prepare such a chart as mine.

I filmed a short summation of what she told me.
Here is the Vimeo link:

Joni Patry’s summary of my chart