You’ve really got to have a very good sense of humour when dealing with guides and other high vibrational beings…

This time last year I was self-employed running my own successful Web consultancy business. Then, out of nowhere, I had a sudden intuition that I needed to write a book, but after writing part of the first chapter, I had a strong feeling I might have misinterpreted the intuition… at which point I stopped writing. Then, a few weeks later, I suddenly had a powerful urge to organise and facilitate a seminar on consciousness… less than one month later, I’d organised and facilitated a workshop on dreaming and lucid dreaming with 24 people in attendance.

And here I am one year on, giving regular talks, seminars and workshops throughout the UK and Internationally on subjects that just a year ago, were no more than personal interests I’d been practising as an individual.

By trusting and acting on my intuitions, I’m not just doing something I’m passionate about – I’m doing what I was born to do!

Trust and act on your intuitions – and you too will soon be doing what you were born to do.

Below is the incomplete first chapter of my book – ‘Journey of Illusions’… perhaps one day I’ll pick up on this journey where I left off:-)

Dusk was slowing creeping in as I stood on the roadside of a lonely stretch of Texas highway – my mind drifting; drifting off to far off places I’d yet to visit, but somehow felt deeply connected to.

Fuelled by an insatiable thirst for freedom and adventure, hitching rides from place-to-place had been my life for the past few years. But after hitchhiking from Florida to Alaska, from Canada to Mexico, from California to New York, and everywhere in between, the subtle voice inside that was my faithful guide, my unwavering strength, and my driving force was suddenly whispering words of change.

After weeks spent in perpetual contemplation of these intuitive whisperings, I gradually started to accept that a much loved and known chapter in my life was coming to an end.

With the wind blasting my face with cool air from the dry landscape around me, I became aware of a convoy of trucks rolling my way from the west. As the first truck sped past, I could see colourful scenes of acrobatic performers and exotic animals emblazoned on its side.

A travelling circus, I thought, as nostalgic memories flashed in my head of long forgotten childhood dreams and of fun days out with my family.

Waves of excitement flooded through me as my inner child wishfully mused. But as truck after truck passed by without stopping, the thoughts regretfully faded into nothingness.

When the last truck rolled past and disappeared over the horizon, my mind once again became preoccupied with the lingering sense that the life I had come to know so well was about to change.

What determined this to be the right moment for change to occur? Have I nothing more to learn from this way of life? Has it all become too easy and known for there to be no more significant opportunities for growth? Am I being gently nudged by unseen forces onto the next stage of my developmental path?

Just as I started refocusing my thoughts on the fact that darkness was quickly ebbing away at the remaining daylight and that I’d soon need to find shelter for the night, my attention became fixed on the silhouette of a solitary truck rumbling towards me once again from the west.

“This is it” I said to myself, “I’m determined to get one last lift before I call it quits for the day.”

Holding a single intention in my head, I visualised the driver slowing down, pulling over, and stopping to pick me up. With total concentration and belief, I focused my awareness on this mental imagery and nothing else. And as the truck thundered by me, I held fast to my intent – not wavering for an instant.

Then with what seemed like ages, the truck braked, pulled to the side of the road, and rolled to a complete stop.

“Yes!” I yelled aloud as I dashed with rucksack in hand towards my waiting ride.

Struggling with great awkwardness to get settled into the high cab of the truck, I felt a strong sense of déjà vu. But with barely a second to explore the fleeting familiarity of the situation, the driver’s twangy voice wailed loudly over the growling of the truck’s idling engine, “Howdy, where you headin’?”

“Florida” I said with a tone of indifference (…the state where I grew up, Florida was where I always retreated to when needing respite from my nomadic lifestyle, but the longer I stayed away, and the more I experienced life, the less magnetized was its draw).

“Got anythin’ urgent goin’ on in Florida?” the driver bluntly enquired.

Setting my rucksack down on the muckheap that was the cab’s floor, I said “Nothing urgent as such, just dropping in on family and friends to say hi.” And goodbye – possibly for a very long time, I thought.

“Feel like makin’ some money before headin’ on down the road?” he asked.

Noting I set my bag down in a slimy glob of unidentifiable goo, I made a quick mental calculation of my finances (…two dollars). I then emphatically replied “Does a bear shit in the woods?”

“That’ll be a yes then” he said laughing loudly. “My ol’ man runs this circus, and I own a few gamin’ stalls, but ain’t got enough operators to run ’em all right now. I could put you in charge of one of ’em and pay you twenty five percent of any money you take. How’s that sound?”

“Yeah, sounds great!” I answered. “Thanks for the offer.”

“That’s settled then” he said, “Name’s Ray.”

“Todd” I replied.

After lugging the truck back onto the road with all the grace of a whale wrenching itself from a sandbar at low tide, Ray gave his complete concentration to navigating the truck through the oncoming darkness.

As I watched the truck’s headlights carve an archway of illumination onto the darkened road ahead, my thoughts turned heavily over the days events…

Hundreds of cars passed me by in the space of two hours before Ray finally came along. Most days it takes fifteen…thirty minutes tops to get a ride. What was so different about today?

Was I subliminally sending out the wrong vibe to everyone but Ray? Could it be that on a deeper level of awareness, we sensed one another’s needs, and then through subconscious means – our paths were nudged together as our requirements were so compatible?

What about the other drivers…was the same subtle process influencing them too? Were they subconsciously signalled not to pick me up as a more optimal arrangement had already been harmonized?

And the déjà vu I felt when I climbed into the truck…was it a kind of mystical alarm bell alerting me to the synchronicity behind our meeting?

With drowsiness setting in, and with so many questions filling the interspaces of my mind, I allowed the last vestiges of consciousness to fade and give way to sleep.