What a lovely weekend. Yesterday I gave a talk to 200 of the lovely folks at the Samaritans Annual Conference in York. I was so pleased that no one fainted as happened five years ago when I gave a talk to them on what was a scorching day.
Although I do enjoy doing a book signing afterwards I was conscious that I had to drive all the way to Manchester to see one of my hero's Deepak Chopra. I sold and signed so many books that I was 20 minutes late for his address. It was still amazing.
One of the most interesting things I heard him talk about was the notion that the Universe is actually us. We are the universe, we are not in our body but that our body is in us. That the whole Universe is in us. (Deep I know) The thing was that it reminded me of a time when I was a young boy, soon after mum had been murdered, when I remember feeling so bad about what had happened to mum, as well as all the other things which were taking place at home, and despite this I imagined that what I was experiencing was not real. That it was some kind of film or play and I was the observer. An observer watching everything that was taking place but that those things were not reality. I was reality. What was happening around me and to me was all being orchestrated. Having listened to Deepak last night I was taken back to that time. Although apparently there is no such thing as time..
Afterwards I bought a couple of books and went to get them signed by him. I was refused by his security team. They said that Deepak had decided not to do anymore. Just four hours earlier I had made myself late to watch him as I stopped and signed every book that my audience had requested. I didn't take it personally. Deepak is an acclaimed international speaker and author who was jetting off to Japan to give another talk. One day I might even get there myself. My first book is published in Japan so one never knows.
Until next time:
Richard
