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 

Today is Sunday in the US, and tomorrow people get back to work after the Thanksgiving holidays.

I have a week to manifest in Dallas.

I fly out in seven days – and so far I have yet to make my immense wealth.

I was expecting to be rolling in it by now.

WHAT’S TAKING YOU COSMIC RAYS SO DAMN LONG??

Let me tell you about Dr. Rita Louise, a Medical Intuitive whom I interviewed yesterday.

She was a trip and a half.

I loved her.

I asked her how she worked – how did she use her intuition to heal people. She shrugged and grinned and said: I don’t know. I just make it up.

We both laughed.

I loved her down-to-earth honesty.

And then she added: But somehow it works because they tell me later that whatever I told them to do fixed them up.

She was great for the PGS film because she spoke with enormous gusto about the mechanics of intuition, as she saw it. She agreed completely with the analogy of a car GPS – and endorsed this notion that we have a personal guidance system.

After the interview, and without my asking, she connected to her “people” and she told me that I should follow the breadcrumbs but not try to grab at them. The path is laid out for me to follow, but I shouldn’t try to rush it. I’d tried to rush things before and I’d messed up.

She was right.

Today we filmed with Joni again. She put me through an exercise. She’s prepared a book with over three hundred photos, each photo she’s carefully chosen for its symbolism.

She asked me to mentally ask a question, then pick at random four photos from the book. She then did a symbolic analysis of my choice of shots.

What was interesting was that of the four shots I picked, two were almost exactly the same. Both were pictures of three men standing in stark rock formations – in one of the shots the men were on the edge of a pool of reflective water…

…in the other they were looking into the dark mouth of a large cave.

Joni was quite amazed. She told me that out of the three hundred photos, it was highly unusual to choose two so similar.

I told her what my question was: What is my purpose? 

She interpreted my choice of photos this way – She said I was about to plumb the depths of the human soul, and bring light to dark places. This would begin to happen in three days, three weeks or perhaps three months. But she thought three days.

I don’t know what to make of this – but I too found it surprising that out of that huge book with all those different photos, I’d choose two shots so similar.

Late in the afternoon Joni’s sister Carol and her husband Robert generously invited us to the Yogananda film, AWAKE. It was screening in the Texas Theatre, an old historic cinema in which Lee Harvey Oswald hid out after shooting JFK.

I’d very much wanted to see this film, but it had finished its run by the time I got to California. This was a special one night only screening in Dallas.

It’s really worth seeing. I hope it eventually comes to Australia.

After the movie my wife, Rachit and I were invited to dinner at Joni’s house again – with her husband Daniel (French chef extraordinaire) cooking succulent BBQ chicken and snags.

Can you see what’s happening here?

The Indian astrologer said that after three days, good things would begin to happen, and people would invite me into their homes, and they would feed me and look after me.

It’s unfolding as he predicted.

But I’ve only got seven days now to fully manifest.
Cosmic Rays, come on guys, chop chop.
Roll your sleeves up and get to work!

I recorded Jennifer giving me her message.

It was shot with a compact camera, to record what she said.

I will put it up on Vimeo for 24 hrs without password protection, if you're interested in taking a look.

Remember, this was videoed just for me, so I had a record of what she said. Not usual professional standard…

https://vimeo.com/113182330

I was doing my video diary last night.

I do a video diary every night. I just sit in front of the camera and recount what happened during the day, and how I feel about it.

Often it's a ramble.

It's unprepared, unstructured. But honest and heartfelt.

I don't know what I'm going to do with it all at the end of this Dallas experiment –

It's for myself more than anything.

The Indian astrologer said keep a diary, and that's what I'm doing.

But last night, as I began to talk to camera, a quote entered my head:

“The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run.”

It's a quote by Herman Melville, from Moby Dick.

I read Moby Dick maybe forty years ago. I remember at the time writing that quote down in the front of my diary.

I don't have a good memory.

Too much red wine.

Yet last night, out of nowhere, that quote came back to me.

That's weird.