At the moment I’m editing in Sydney (my new Facing Fear film) – and coming back to Mudgee on the weekends.
Last week, as I was about to leave home, I looked over at my spare reading glasses and I got a strong intuitive PGS hit that I should take these glasses with me.
Just to explain: I need glasses to read.
I can’t read without my glasses now.
I simply can’t.
But I went nah. I don’t need to take a spare pair of glasses. I have my main pair, which I love, and that’s enough. So I left home without taking my spare pair of glasses.
I lost my glasses.
I could not find them anywhere.
I’d been watching telly with my son at his place, I’d settled down to read before I went to sleep, and I could not find my glasses anywhere.
I turned the place upside down. I searched everywhere. It was crazy. I’d brought them into the house. They had to be somewhere. But do you think I could find them?
I found them, finally.
They’d slipped under a sofa.
It took me over an hour to find them.
While searching I kept thinking I should have brought my back-up pair.
Next day, I’m in the editing suite with Rishi, my editor.
I needed to read a script I’d written.
I needed my glasses.
I couldn’t find them. Again.
To put this into context. I never lose my glasses.
And I’d now lost them twice in two days.
(yeah yeah, I know, I found them the previous night)
Again, I searched everywhere. Rishi searched everywhere. I called my son, who was working from home, and asked him to look for them.
He searched everywhere.
My bedroom, the kitchen, even where I’d parked.
No sign of the glasses.
I searched the car. Maybe they’d slipped down the side of the seat. Rishi came out and helped me. Judith, a friend who’d stopped by, searched too. None of us could find the glasses.
I was facing the prospect of five days where I couldn’t read – or indeed write because I needed my glasses for writing too.
If only I’d brought my spare back-up glasses.
Several hours later, Rishi came into the editing room proudly brandishing my glasses. Evidently they’d slipped out of my pocket while I was walking along a laneway from the carpark to the entrance to the editing facility.
A tradesman had picked them up and very kindly dropped them at the reception desk of the editing facility – Rishi had seen them there and had figured they were mine.
So I got my glasses back. And fortunately no one had driven up that laneway and driven over my glasses – and indeed they were completely undamaged.
SO WHAT HAPPENED HERE?
The way I see it, my intuition (my PGS – Personal Guidance System) – had told me I should take my spare reading glasses to Sydney.
I ignored that advice.
So then my PGS manoevered circumstances so that I would wish that I’d listened to the advice and acted upon it. For me, it was a reminder that I should not ignore my intuition.
It was a lesson.
You might not agree. You might think I’m a loon.
Watch my movie – PGS Intuition is your Personal Guidance System. It’s now on iTunes and Google Play worldwide. Watch that and you might see things a little differently.